    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 121
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    	The weekend was here at last! Tony and I were so excited about
    the things we'd be doing, especially with having Jay join us for a
    sleepover and having our next D.B.A. meeting. After the seventh period
    dismissal bell rang we met Jay at his locker. He picked up the bag that
    contained his soiled underwear and he put it in with his book bag. We
    then walked across the school field towards his house. Jay didn't ride
    the bus since he lived close enough to the school. This was just as
    well since anyone who wasn't already used to the smell of poopy diapers
    and underwear would have gagged on the odors of Jay's dirty undies. We
    walked across the street and into Jay's neighborhood. Suddenly, Jay
    stopped.
    	"Hang on, guys," he said, holding his hands to his sides.
    	"What are you doing?" I asked him. He didn't have to answer in
    words as I could see his pants instantly becoming wet in the front.
    Within seconds the front of his jeans was thoroughly soaked. What
    started out as a small spot on the fly expanded to cover his entire
    frontal area. The pee then soaked the crotch of his pants, and pee was
    even dripping out of the legs. His socks were soaking up some of the
    runoff as they were tinted yellow.
    	"You're pissing your pants!" I said. I was getting hard watching
    him urinate right there.
    	"I thought you used the toilet at school to pee in," Tony said.
    	"I do if I have to, but it's so hard to pull all my underwear
    down, so I just hold it until after school and then pee into my
    underwear instead."
    	At first I thought it was an accident, but it turned out that Jay
    did this on a daily basis.
    	"If you had those plastic pants on you wouldn't have gotten your
    pants wet, you know," I told Jay.
    	"I know, but it doesn't matter, anyway," Jay said. "I just have
    to take my pants off when I get home anyway since I won't be wearing
    them for awhile, and then put dry underwear on and just wear it for the
    rest of the day, or now, the whole weekend since it's Friday."
    	"Have you ever peed your pants in school?" I asked Jay.
    	"A few times," he said. "But then Mom gets mad because this is my
    one and only pair of pants and then since I can't be in school in wet
    pants she has to stay home with me and miss work, which she can't
    afford to do."
    	"What does your Mom do, anyway?" I asked Jay.
    	"She moves from job to job," Jay said. "Right now she's a
    waitress. She's had that job for almost a year now."
    	I couldn't imagine how Jay's mother could support Jay and his two
    sisters on what little wages she must have been getting, even with the
    tips I assumed she earned.
    	"My oldest sister Jolene works, too, and she helps out with
    things like groceries and stuff," Jay added humbly. "She had to drop
    out of school so that she could work full time."
    	"Man, that sucks," I said.
    	"Lori may have to do the same thing once she's old enough."
    	"What about you?" I asked Jay.
    	"Mom hasn't said," Jay replied. We continued walking, having
    dropped the subject.
    	Jay's pants were now completely soaked down the legs Even a dozen
    and a half pairs of underwear was not enough to absorb all his urine
    and he must have been holding it all day long. I asked him how often he
    peed his pants after school.
    	"Just about every day now," he said. "I don't even bother trying
    to make it home and get to the toilet anymore."
    	I walked behind Jay and I could see that his entire butt was
    piss-soaked as well. Tony and I followed him as he led us to his house.
    We were in an older, run-down neighborhood as I had expected it to be
    from what Mom told me last night. Many of the houses didn't appear to
    be very well maintained. The were junked cars parked in some of the
    driveways and even in some of the yards, some of which had little or no
    grass. Judging by the number of "for rent" signs I saw posted in yards
    and in windows, it appeared that most of the houses here were rentals.
    Jay explained to us that his house was a rental and they were expecting
    to move at the first of the year. I figured this had to do with the
    fact that his whole neighborhood was going to be torn down. Even so, I
    didn't want Jay to move! I had just gotten to know him and already he
    was talking about moving. I asked him where he was moving to.
    	"We don't know yet," Jay said.
    	"Will it be very far?" I asked him.
    	"No, it'll be close by, and I'll still come to school here," he
    assured me. "We can't afford to move very far anyway."
    	"My Mom told me that they're going to tear all these houses
    down," I said to Jay.
    	"Yeah, they want to build a new subdivision here," Jay explained.
    Judging from the looks of most of the houses, I couldn't blame them,
    especially considering its proximity to the school.
    	"A developer bought all the land and we were told by our landlord
    that we have to be out of here by the end of December because they're
    gonna tear all the old houses down and build new ones. Everyone wants
    us to move out because they all think this neighborhood's full of drug
    dealers and they don't want them being close to the school where they
    say all the kids come over here after school and buy drugs."
    	"Well, do they?" I asked. "That's what my Mom was saying."
    	"Yeah, you see a few kids come through here after school and they
    know where to buy that shit," Jay said.
    	"Are there really people like that around here?" I asked
    incredulously. I had heard about these kinds of people, and it pissed
    me off to think about them selling crack and other shit to kids, but I
    never thought about where they actually lived.
    	"Not as many as there used to be," Jay said. "The police have
    raided about three or four places and the cops really watch this place
    now."
    	"Have you ever turned anyone in?" Tony asked Jay.
    	"My Mom turned our neighbors in once," Jay said. "But they were
    just smoking pot and not selling it to anyone."
    	"Your mother did a good thing," I told Jay.
    	"She's overprotective of us," Jay said. "That's why she's glad
    that we'll be moving. I just wish I knew where."
    	The farther we walked into the neighborhood the less comfortable
    I felt being there. I saw a couple questionable characters revving up
    their motorbikes. They waved to us and seemed friendly enough, but we
    didn't return the greeting and just kept walking. I didn't want them
    coming up to us and asking us if we'd like to buy any drugs from them.
    Maybe Mom was right after all about the people we might run into, I
    thought to myself.
    	We made it to Jay's house after walking about three blocks. It
    was a small house indeed and it wasn't much to look at. The yard had
    grass, but didn't appear to have been mowed in awhile. There were bags
    of trash sitting on the side of the house. Not surprisingly, there was
    also a pile of dirty underwear which had to have been Jay's as they
    were all white boys' briefs and he was the only boy who lived here.
    Even more notably was the fact that many of the pairs had the seats cut
    out of them. There were even a few elastic waistbands in the pile from
    which the main garment had been removed.
    	Jay stopped for a moment and apologized for having such a "cruddy
    old house", as he described it.
    	"Don't worry about it," I said. "It's not really your house, and
    besides, you're moving out of here soon anyway."
    	"I know, but we still live in it," he said disgustedly as he
    shrugged.
    	The minute Jay opened the door I could smell the musty odors that
    I expected. Upon going in I could smell the unmistakable stench of
    Jay's poopy underwear as well as the pungent smell of stale urine. The
    living room floor was strewn with clothes, books, newspapers and
    magazines, among other things. Lori was there to greet us.
    	"Hello," she said to us. "Sorry about the mess," she apologized
    with an embarrassed grin.
    	"Ahh, don't worry about it," I told her. She then turned to Jay
    and stared at his piss-soaked jeans.
    	"Wet your pants again, eh, Jay?" she said.
    	"Yeah," Jay replied, sounding guilty.
    	"I guess it doesn't really matter now, since you never wear any
    pants after you're home from school, anyway," Lori told Jay. I thought
    it was odd that she verbally acknowledged Jay's wetting since he said
    it was a daily thing. I figured she was probably doing it since Tony
    and I were also there.
    	Lori went right up to Jay and unfastened his jeans while he just
    stood there and let her pull his pants down. She revealed his underwear
    that went up well over his stomach, with the reversed pairs showing
    above the front-facing pairs. All of them were tinted yellow and were
    dripping wet. The smell of urine became even more pronounced. Jay
    stepped out of his pants and then he took off his wet socks. Lori
    tossed these garments aside.
    	"You have to stop doing this, you know," Lori said as she snapped
    one of Jay's underwear waistbands, feeling the wetness between her
    finger and thumb as she rubbed them together.
    	"Why?" Jay asked. "I poop in my underwear, so what difference
    does it make if I pee in it, too?"
    	"Well, poop doesn't soak into your pants, even when you have
    diarrhea. God, imagine the mess we'd have if it did. Maybe you should
    start wearing to school those plastic pants that Chris gave you to
    school if you keep doing this."
    	"I tried them this morning, but they're too big," Jay complained.
    	"Than you need to start wearing more underwear to school," Lori
    replied. "Not that that's a bad idea, of course."
    	"But then I'd need bigger pants," Jay explained. "Those are
    getting too small for me anyway."
    	"Then have Mom pick you up a pair this weekend," Lori said. "She
    gets paid today, you know."
    	"I'm gonna be with Chris tonight and tomorrow," Jay said. "Can
    you ask Mom for me in case she doesn't get home before I leave?"
    	"Maybe," Lori said. "Give me your underwear and go put some dry
    ones on," she said. Jay stripped off his soaked underwear right in
    front of Lori. He took them off in sets of three or four and let them
    pile up at his feet. He removed the final pairs and exposed to his
    sister his bare dick and balls. He had a hard-on. All of this seemed to
    be routine and Lori was obviously used to seeing her brother naked and
    in an aroused state.
    	"No poop!" Lori commented as she observed that Jay's underwear
    was still clean in the seats other than the permanent poop stains and
    the fact that they were soaked in urine.
    	"I pooped during P.E. class and changed afterwards," Jay
    explained, pointing to the bag full of soiled underwear that he brought
    home.
    	"Good, then I don't have to step into a bathtub covered with shit
    when I take my shower," Lori said. "Now get some underwear on that
    naked butt of yours before you poop again," she said as she pointed to
    Jay's bare buttocks.
    	"Here, I'll show you my room," Jay said unproudly as he directed
    us through the small living room and down the narrow hallway.
    	"Actually, it's mine and Lori's room," Jay added, reminding us
    that he and Lori had to share the same bed and thus sleep in the same
    room together. He went in there and showed us what few playthings he
    had. Actually, he wasn't that bad off in spite of my other impressions.
    He had a collection of books, a few records and tapes (no CD's),
    several Hot Wheels and Matchbox cars, a bucket full of Legos, crayons
    and paper, and several other odds and ends.
    	"This is where I keep my underwear," Jay pointed out to us as he
    opened up on of the large drawers of his dresser. He had his underpants
    sorted by size, ranging from size ten to eighteen. It was a big dresser
    with all four drawers stuffed full of white and semi-white briefs.
    There must have been over a dozen different waistband stripe colors and
    patterns.
    	"Have you ever counted how many pairs you have?" I asked Jay.
    	"No," he said. "But I know there's at least a couple hundred,
    probably three hundred, and Mom's always bringing me home new underwear
    and taking my stained pairs and sewing the seats from them into my
    newer underwear."
    	"Where does your Mom buy all your underwear?" I asked Jay. I knew
    she couldn't afford to spend her precious hard-earned money on Jay's
    underpants with as many pairs as he had.
    	"Well, she doesn't actually buy them," Jay said, sounding
    embarrassed.
    	"How does she get them, then?" I asked. I was tempted to ask if
    she was stealing them somehow, but I didn't want to offend Jay by
    insinuating that his mother was a kleptomaniac.
    	"She gets them from places like the Salvation Army and other
    thrift stores," Jay said. "A lot of places just throw them out since
    people don't want to buy used underwear, so they just save it for my
    Mom and every couple weeks or so she makes the rounds and collects it.
    She gets it for free."
    	Tony and I just nodded. How glad we were to always have new
    diapers, especially for Tony as he wore disposables.
    	"What about your sisters?" I asked Jay since I was curious if his
    mother.
    	"They always get brand new underwear because they don't have the
    same problem I do," Jay said, sounding jealous. "Mom figures I'm going
    to just shit in mine anyway, and figures if another boy has already
    pooped in them why should it matter."
    	"How often do you get poop-stained underwear?" I asked Jay.
    	"All the time," he said emphatically. He repeated it. "All the
    time."
    	"That's to be expected," I said. "We are talking about boys,
    after all."
    	Jay went over to Lori's dresser and pulled out a pair of her
    panties, skimpy as they were, and smaller-looking than even Jay's size
    ten briefs. They were like Cindy's underwear, very low rise with a
    narrow crotch and a thin waistband. At best they were very inadequate
    for serving as a diaper in multiples. Seeing that the design of boys'
    underwear was more conducive to being adapted to serve as a diaper when
    worn in multiples, this further supported my feelings about boys and
    their elimination habits compared to those of girls, and I couldn't
    imagine a girl doing this with her panties, anyway. Jay also pointed
    out that the drawer shared space with Lori's brassieres as well as some
    of her socks. The drawer beneath it contained the rest of Lori's socks
    as well as all of Jay's socks. The bottom two drawers contained other
    belongings of Lori's, including her tampons.
    	Jay then started "diapering" himself in his underwear. He seemed
    to be outgrowing the size ten underwear as he could only get four of
    these pairs on before moving up to the size twelve. The fit of these
    pairs looked dangerously close to resembling girls' panties, but
    fortunately the fly fronts and the black-striped waistbands helped them
    to retain their distinctly boyish appearance. Needless to say, they
    were very much stained.
    	I had already been hard all this time looking at Jay's naked
    butt, but seeing him putting on his multiple underpants was too much
    for me to resist. With this I took off my pants and quietly rubbed my
    dick through my wet disposable diaper. Tony took his pants off as well
    and began doing the same thing. He, too, was wet and we were both due
    for a diaper change just as soon as we had our next bowel movements.
    The triple seats were really beginning to pile up on Jay's rear end and
    they stood out prominently as the added thickness made his butt really
    bulge.
    	Jay looked at Tony and me and saw us standing there in our
    diapers watching him.
    	"Keep going," I said. "We're enjoying the show."
    	"I figured you would be," Jay said as he continued putting his
    underwear on.
    	By the time Jay started putting his size fourteen underpants on
    he was up to wearing fourteen pairs with ten size twelves on over the
    four badly-stained size ten pairs he started out with. He had three
    sizes left to go at this point. He alternated every other pair of the
    fourteens and put them on backwards. This allowed another twelve pairs
    to fit, bringing his total to twenty-six pairs before he started
    putting on the sixteens. He got twelve of these on, too, alternating
    every other one, making his underwear stack 38 pairs thick, and still
    counting. He still had the eighteens left to put on. Incredibly, he got
    sixteen of these on, all facing frontward, bringing his entire "diaper"
    to a dick-hardening fifty-four pairs of white boys' briefs! They were
    so big on him. The waistbands ran underneath his armpits. I could see
    the bold red stripes of his topmost pairs showing through his shirt. He
    almost didn't even need a shirt.
    	I asked Jay if he could tuck his shirt into his underwear so that
    I could see more clearly how high up his top pairs went on him. He
    agreed to do this, knowing how much I enjoyed the visual impact of
    thick white garments on boys' butts. While he was at it he bent over,
    giving me a greater view of his padded butt and crotch. I couldn't
    resist any longer, so I lay back on his bed, hearing the waterproof
    cover crinkling beneath the sheets as I scooted around and positioned
    my body so that I could rub my dick. I wasn't used to being able to
    actually feel where my dick was with the disposable diaper on, and
    while it was different and it felt good, I wished I had been in my
    cloth diapers while enjoying this incredible display of Jay's
    underwear-based diapering. Tony joined me and both of us masturbated
    together while staring at Jay's butt. Jay had turned around and just
    stood as he watched us both vigorously rub the fronts of our diapers.
    Seeing Jay's underwear go up so high in the front that it went to his
    nipples added to the visual appeal of his diapered-like appearance. Jay
    seemed to enjoy knowing how much we were getting off on how he looked
    in his "diapers." He asked us which pose we liked the best, so Tony and
    I asked him to bend over again. While he did this, both Tony and I were
    moaning and groaning together very intensely, and at about the same
    time we both climaxed and creamed our diapers.
    	While Tony and I were resting up, Jay hopped up on the bed and he
    began to rub himself. Tony and I moved to each side of him and watched
    him rub his thick underpants in the front. Within moments he, too,
    achieved climax.
    	"Hey, I think I felt something!" Jay exclaimed as he suddenly
    stopped.
    	"Did you come?" I asked Jay.
    	"I dunno," he said, sounding worried.
    	"Do you feel something wet and sticky down there?" I asked Jay.
    	"I think so," he said. "It's kind of wet, but I know I didn't
    pee. I should probably take off my underwear and check."
    	"You got a lot of underwear to take off," I reminded him.
    	"I know," Jay said as he sighed and gasped for air. We all
    sounded like we had just run the mile again from all the heavy
    breathing we were doing.
    	"I hope I didn't hurt anything," Jay said.
    	"Trust me, you didn't," I assured Jay. "I know it's a new and
    different feeling for you, and it was like that for me and Tony. We do
    it every day, usually twice or more."
    	"It's totally natural and normal for boys to jack off," Tony
    said.
    	"Only that most boys actually touch their dicks when they do it,"
    I added. "Personally, I'd rather do it in diapers."
    	"Same here," Tony said.
    	What's it look like, anyway?" Jay asked.
    	"What, you mean cum?"
    	"Yeah," he said.
    	"It's a white, sticky substance," I said. "It's the stuff that,
    when you fuck a girl, it goes into her cunt and it makes her pregnant,"
    I explained. Jay seemed to understand this more readily when he asked
    me if I meant sperm.
    	"Yeah, that's the stuff," I said. "Think of how many potential
    babies are lost to boys like us jacking off into our diapers."
    	"Oooh, now my dick feels really sore," Jay complained as he ran
    his hands over the huge mass of fly fronts bulging out from his crotch.
    "Is that normal?"
    	"Oh yeah, your dick gets really tender after you come, so just
    relax, and by tonight you should be able to do it all over again."
    	"Cool," Jay said quietly. "It feels real good to do that."
    	"That's why most boys do it," I said.
    	While the three of us rested up from jacking off so vigorously, I
    suggested that we all try to figure out how many layers of underwear
    were on Jay's butt. We all agreed that he had on 54 pairs and that all
    of them were triple-seated. We were not to count the layers formed by
    the fly fronts in the back from the backwards pairs and instead to
    count these as one layer. This was all that was said before we began
    the exercise. We were to all do the figuring in our heads and we were
    not to speak. No writing or using fingers or doing any figuring in the
    air was allowed. We each sat up and huddled in a circle and held each
    other's hands to ensure that nobody would use his hands. While seated
    in a circle I saw how Jay's underwear stuck out a great deal more from
    his crotch, and when he told me how far out his underwear protruded
    from his crotch he wasn't kidding. He was almost "diapered" well enough
    to rival a triple set of Thickies.
    	After everyone had it figured out we'd all say our answers at the
    same time, that way in case there were any discrepancies, nobody would
    stop and try to recalculate his answer.
    	I sat there and ran the numbers through my head. 54 times 3 is
    162. Six of the twelve size fourteen pairs were backwards, and six of
    the twelve size sixteen pairs were backwards. This puts 12 of the pairs
    backwards, thus reducing the 162 count by 36, leaving 126 layers in the
    rear. Add in the single layers counted by the twelve fly fronts in back
    and my answer came out to be 138. While the exercise was pretty easy,
    the biggest challenge was to not confuse the numbers used to designate
    underwear sizes with numbers to be used in the calculation.
    	"Ready, everyone?" I asked Tony and Jay. Tony was ready, but Jay
    took a moment more to figure his answer out. He then he said, "okay, I
    think I got it now."
    	"Okay, on three, say your answer," I said. "One, two, three!"
    	"One hundred and thirty eight," we all said in unison.
    	"Wow!" I said. "Either it has to be right, or we all fucked it up
    in the same way."
    	"Mr. Reiner would be proud," Tony commented.
    	"Yeah, maybe, but I don't think he'd give us extra credit for
    it," I commented with a chuckle. Since Jay managed to correctly figure
    it out, which he verified by working it out on paper, this bolstered
    his confidence in his math skills.
    	"I have 138 layers of underwear on my butt!" he exclaimed.
    	"I think three Thickies diapers would be a lot easier, if you ask
    me," I said.
    	"I know," Jay said. "Am I gonna get to wear Thickies diapers
    tonight?"
    	"You bet your 138-layer underwear butt that you will," I said as
    I ran my hands over his behind. Already I felt my dick trying to regain
    its stance. Jay put his plastic pants on over his super thick
    underwear. His mom was right in saying that the underwear that he wore
    at home would fill out the rest of his plastic pants.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 122
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    	Jay then led us back out to the front room. He stood with his
    rear facing us as did Lori, who was examining his many, many layers of
    underwear to ensure that he was sufficiently "diapered." Both Jay and
    Lori had about the same size of waist, but Jay's bulging, high rising
    white underpants greatly dwarfed the tight, butt-hugging faded blue
    jeans that his sister was donning.
    	Lori then looked at Tony and me, seeing that we only had diapers
    on.
    	"I see your friends don't wear pants much, either," she commented
    to her brother.
    	"Nah, we don't need pants," I said. "We like being in just our
    diapers."
    	"Get used to it," Tony said.
    	"I already am," Lori commented with a smile. "Jay never gets to
    wear pants because one, they won't fit him; two, we like to see that
    he's got enough underwear on to keep his shit to himself, literally;
    and three, I think he looks cute with his bottom all padded up in his
    undies. You sure do look padded up right now, little brother."
    	"Yeah, we just figured out that I have 138 layers on my butt,"
    Jay said. I wasn't sure if Jay said this to Lori because he was proud
    to have figured it out in his head how many layers of underwear
    material were covering his butt, or if he had to report to Lori the
    number of pairs he put on, or if he was overcoming his inhibitions and
    being more open in letting Lori know how much he really enjoyed being
    "diapered" in his underwear.
    	"I believe it," Lori said as she had been snapping his waistbands
    repeatedly. "And I'm glad, too, especially with the way you poop your
    undies up so much."
    	"He sure has to wear a lot of underwear for just pooping in it,"
    Tony commented. He did this as sort of a roundabout way of asking Lori
    why he wore so much more underwear than, for purely practical purposes,
    he actually needed.
    	"Yeah, he does wear a lot of underwear, but the more underwear he
    has on, the more his shit is separated from the rest of us, and our
    noses," Lori said. "The extra underwear especially comes in nice when
    he gets diarrhea, which he seems to get a lot. It's easier than
    strapping a toilet to his butt. Besides, now that's he's moved to
    wetting more, he needs all the layers he can possibly get!"
    	"How many layers do you have on?" Tony asked Lori, just to be
    smart.
    	"Two, counting my PANTS," she said, emphasizing the word "pants"
    to point out the fact that she can wear them. "It's all I need."
    	"You got us beat," Tony said. "We're only wearing one layer, but
    it's a very thick layer."
    	"Well, you see, boys, I can handle using a toilet, which is
    something that neither my brother or you two boys can handle,
    especially with seeing those wet diapers that you're both wearing."
    	"We're boys, what do you expect?" I said to Lori.
    	"You're right," Lori agreed. "You boys are all the same. The more
    I see my brother romping around in his underwear and pooping in it, the
    more glad I am that I am a girl. Boys are potty trained later, boys wet
    their beds more, and boys especially poop their pants more than girls.
    It's called encopresis."
    	"It sounds like you've done your homework, too," I commented to
    Lori. "We know what encopresis is. We knew all those other things about
    boys, too."
    	"And we're damn proud to be boys because of it," Tony declared
    with conviction. Tony and I must have been reading each other's minds,
    because we did something that we hadn't done in awhile. We both turned
    away from each other and stuck our butts towards each other and then
    yelled "DIAPER BOY POWER!" We then slammed our butts together. Most of
    the time I had on cloth diapers, so the impact was more pronounced this
    time.
    	"You guys are weird," Lori said, rolling her eyes. Tony and I
    both chuckled.
    	"I can only imagine what my brother will be like after being
    around you guys," Lori said. "Everyone at school talks about how much
    of a freak you are, Chris, since all you ever talk about is diapers."
    	"I know, ain't it great?" I said. I then opened my book bag and
    pulled out the video tape that I had brought along to show Jay. This
    was the one that showed me on my ninth birthday. Jay, Tony and I all
    sat together on the couch and watched it. Lori then joined us and she
    started watching the video.
    	"Is that you, Chris?" Lori asked me.
    	"Yep, that is," I said.
    	"I thought Jay's underwear was thick, what have you got on?"
    	"Nine diapers," I said. "My sisters put one diaper on for every
    year that I was old."
    	The next scene showed Bryce, who was the only boy there who had
    any pants on.
    	"Who's that?" Jay asked.
    	"Who does he look like?" I asked Jay.
    	"Uhhh, is it Bryce?" he asked me.
    	"Yep!" I said.
    	"Was he wearing diapers then?" Jay asked.
    	"Yeah, he started wearing them shortly after I did," I said. I
    then briefly explained how Bryce wound up in diapers because of being
    around me. Jay seemed to enjoy this story, as did Lori.
    	"Diapers make quite an impression on you boys," Lori said. She
    then started singing, "I'm glad to be a girl, I'm glad to be a girl..."
    while dancing around the room before returning her attention to the
    video.
    	As the video continued, Tony appeared on the scene after having
    been dropped off by his mother. He came to the door wearing just a
    diaper and a shirt. Lori giggled as she noted how much Tony had grown
    in over three and a half years.
    	"Is that you, Tony?" Lori asked him.
    	"Yeah it is," Tony replied.
    	"You didn't have your pants on that day, I see," Lori said.
    	"Nope, didn't need them, didn't want them," Tony replied.
    	"How long you been wearing diapers?" she asked.
    	"About the time Chris started wearing them," Tony said.
    	"And when was that?" Lori asked.
    	"November 3, 1989," I said, proudly reciting the red-letter date.
    "Today makes day one thousand four hundred and eight."
    	"What, you been keeping track?" Lori asked, impressed that I knew
    the exact number of days. I explained to her that my diaper-y program
    on the computer shows the number of days I have been in diapers.
    	"I think Jay's got you beat," Lori said. "We've had him wearing
    his underwear like this ever since he was four years old. I don't think
    he's pooped in a toilet since then. He's peed in one, though, but that
    seems to be changing, lately."
    	"When did you last poop in a toilet?" I asked Jay.
    	"Probably when I was four," he said.
    	"I gotta admit, you got us beat on that one," I said to Jay. "But
    at least Tony and I can say that we haven't even peed in a toilet since
    then."
    	Later on Megan came into the scene. She was just as cute then
    with her rosy, puffy, freckled cheeks, and she was showing her chubby
    side then as well.
    	"Who's that?" Jay asked.
    	"Her name's Megan," I said. Jay hadn't yet met her, so I had to
    explain who she was. I decided to tell him later on about what we did
    Wednesday afternoon. After the birthday party came a diaper change
    scene where Lisa was changing my diapers.
    	"Oh my God!" Lori exclaimed. "You let your sisters videotape you
    getting your diapers changed?"
    	"Oh yeah, they used to do that a lot," I said.
    	The video showed Lisa pulling my wet and dirty diapers away from
    my butt. You could even hear the wet sounds of the poop clinging to my
    butt. Cindy shot a close-up of the messy diaper.
    	"Eww!" Lori exclaimed. "I'm glad I don't have to clean you up
    like that, Jay," Lori said.
    	"Good thing they haven't invented smell-o-vision yet," I
    commented, imagining how much it would stink if the video camera could
    also pick up odors. Cindy managed to get in a shot showing my naked
    penis and the small hard-on that I was only capable of producing then.
    	"You've grown a little down there since then," Tony said.
    	"Really, and how would you know?" I asked Tony with a laugh while
    lightly jabbing him in the rib with my elbow.
    	While we were still watching the video Jay's mother came home.
    She was wearing her uniform from the restaurant at which she worked.
    	"You're home early, Mom!" Lori said.
    	"No, actually, I'm just not home late for once," she sighed.
    "They actually had enough help for the evening shift for once and
    didn't ask me to stay. Besides, I had errands to run."
    	Jay's mother stood at the door after she had closed it and
    watched some of the video zooming in and out on my butt while Cindy
    made farting sounds with her mouth, saying "Ptttttttth! Eeww! I think
    he pooped again! Looks like Chris needs another diaper change!" The
    next scene showed me being chased down the hallway and into my room
    before Cindy set down the camera and started tickling me. My diapered
    crotch was in the frame as I wiggled my bare legs while trying to fight
    off Cindy. The scene ended with her jeans-clad butt blocking the view
    of my diapered state.
    	"What are you guys watching?" Jay's mom asked.
    	"Some of my home videos," I replied.
    	"Your butt looks about like Jay's does," his mother commented as
    she noted how thickly diapered I was in the scene that preceded the
    time-lapsed diaper change scene that Cindy did. "Are you a poopy boy
    like my son is?"
    	Jay seemed to be embarrassed by the way his mother was so
    blatantly calling attention to his encopresis problem.
    	"Oh yeah, I'm a poopy boy, all right" I said. "Can't tell with my
    thick diapers, huh?"
    	"That's why we make Jay wear his underwear so thick," his mother
    said. "As long as we don't have to see it or smell it."
    	"I doubt you ever see his poop through all that underwear he has
    on," I commented.
    	"Have you met Jay's friends?" Lori asked her Mom.
    	"I saw Chris last night," she said. "Who's this other boy?"
    	"Tony," he introduced himself.
    	"You wear diapers, too, I see," she said.
    	"We all do," I said.
    	"Better get those diapers changed soon, boys. They're looking
    pretty wet," Jay's mother said as she noted that our crotches were
    bulging out and tinted yellow from having been pissed in so much.
    	"We'll change our diapers soon as we poop in them," I said to
    Jay's mom.
    	"I hope you poop soon, boys," Jay's mother said. "Those diapers
    look like they're going to burst!"
    	"We're okay," I assured her. "These are Thickies diapers, and
    they hold a lot."
    	"How do they do for poop?" she asked.
    	"They're very good for poop, too," I told her. "You thinking
    about getting some diapers for Jay or something? I mean, real diapers?"
    	"If he keeps wetting his pants like he's been doing I might," his
    mother said. "For now I'll probably get him some more plastic pants
    since they seem to work well with his underwear."
    	"Jay wet his pants again, by the way," Lori tattled on her
    brother.
    	"That doesn't surprise me," Jay's mother said with a sigh. "Did
    you set them with the laundry?"
    	"Of course," Lori said. "Are you making a special trip to the
    Laundromat to wash them?"
    	"Not today," his mother said. "He's not going to need his pants
    until Monday, anyway, so why rush?"
    	"Mom, I need some new pants," Jay complained. "Those are getting
    too small."
    	"How many pairs did you wear to school today?" Jay's mother asked
    him.
    	"Uhh, seventeen," he said.
    	"Then you're still okay," his mother said. "When you're down to
    wearing fifteen, let me know."
    	"You might as well get him some bigger pants now, Mom," Lori
    suggested. "That way he'll have to start wearing more underwear to make
    them fit, as well as his plastic pants, too."
    	"I think you have the right idea, Lori," his mother said. "Get me
    my measuring tape."
    	Lori went over to the sewing machine in the corner of the living
    room and picked up the measuring tape that had been rolled up and set
    on the table. Lori unraveled it and held it around her own waist.
    	"Still 27 inches," she said as she examined the distance the tape
    went around her petite body. She then handed the tape to her mother.
    	"Thanks, dear," she said. "Jay, come here and let me measure your
    waist."
    	Jay obediently walked over to his mother and let her measure the
    distance around his waist with all the underwear he had on.
    	"33 inches," she said as she tightly cinched the tape around
    Jay's waist, just below the plethora of striped elastic waistbands
    circumscribing his body. "Better make it 34 or maybe 36, just to be
    safe, and to give you some room to grow," his mother commented as she
    snapped his waistbands. She then examined Jay's butt, noting how much
    more padding the extra layers sewn into the seats added to his
    measurement.
    	"I'd better go with a size 38 pair," his mother augmented the
    proposed of pants for her son.
    	Knowing that Jay's natural waist size looked to be about the same
    as Lori's, I could only imagine what he would look like wearing pants
    that were so much larger than his natural waist size. While his
    underwear added about six inches or so to his waist, it didn't compare
    to the additional ten to twelve inches that my Thickies diapers gave my
    waist.
    	"Jay, come help me bring in some boxes, please," his mother told
    him.
    	"Aww Mom, I can't go outside like this!" Jay complained.
    	"You can, you have, and you will," his mother said. "Now go get
    those boxes!"
    	"Why can't Lori do it?" Jay pleaded.
    	"Because it's not her stuff," his mother said. "It's yours."
    	Jay knew what it was that his mother had gotten him as he didn't
    ask her about the contents of the boxes. I had a good feeling that she
    had gone around to collect more used underwear from area thrift stores
    for him.
    	"But all the neighbors will see me," Jay said.
    	"They've seen you before, and they know why you wear so much
    underwear, poopy boy!" his mother said. "Besides, half the people
    around here are on dope and won't care."
    	"We'll go out with you," I told Jay. "We go outside in our
    diapers all the time anyway."
    	"Yeah, and we even ride our bikes around the neighborhood in our
    diapers," Tony added. With this said, we followed Jay out to his mom's
    car to bring in the boxes that she was telling him about. His mother
    decided that with Tony and I helping Jay she didn't need to go out.
    	"Your Mom likes to call you 'poopy boy', huh?" I commented to Jay
    as I stared at his butt while he bent over to pick up on of the three
    boxes.
    	"She thinks I'll stop my pooping problem if she embarrasses me
    enough about it," Jay said. "She's always sent me to school wearing so
    much underwear, making sure I'd come home smelling of shit, she's made
    me come outside like this, she even made me go to the store with her
    like this when I was six, it never stops," Jay said. He sounded like he
    wanted to cry.
    	"Maybe she hasn't realized that all she's doing is embarrassing
    you," I said. "You're not about to stop shitting yourself now."
    	"No, especially since, well, I sort of like it," Jay said as he
    hesitated. "I get hard when my Mom and Lori and Jolene all call me
    'poopy butt' and point out how much underwear I have on. That's why I
    told Lori that I had 138 layers on my butt. I know I'm weird to like
    being reminded of my pooping problem."
    	"I know I'm weird, but I always liked to get my sisters to say
    things about me wearing diapers," I said. "I just didn't ever want to
    tell them that I liked it and made them think I hated it, that way
    they'd keep doing it."
    	"I guess that's why I keep pooping myself," Jay said. "And it's
    probably why I pee my pants, too. It feels good, but I never thought
    I'd be able to tell anybody that."
    	A moment later Jay's mother appeared at the front door.
    	"You boys getting those boxes?" she asked.
    	"Yeah, we're coming, Mom!" Jay shouted back.
    	"We'd better get these boxes for Mom," Jay told us. I reached
    into the back seat of the car and gave Jay and Tony a good glimpse of
    my soaked diapered butt. While retrieving the box I loaded my diaper
    full of poop. As expected, the box contained boys' underwear, most of
    them plain white, or at least that was the color they started out as.
    	Next, Tony reached in to grab the third box. Suddenly, we heard a
    little girl giggling behind us. I turned around to see who it was. She
    looked to be about five or six years old.
    	"Hi poopy boy!" she shouted at Jay. Obviously this name had
    caught on with the neighbors. Jay just nodded and looked at her as it
    must not have been the first time she had seen him.
    	"Are they your friends?" the girl asked Jay, pointing to Tony and
    me.
    	"Yeah, they are," Jay answered.
    	"They're wearing diapers!" she said with a giggle. "Real diapers.
    Do you boys poop in your diapers?"
    	"All the time," I said. "In fact, I just pooped in them a minute
    ago."
    	I bent over and invited the girl, "you wanna come and see?"
    	"Nah, I know what poopy diapers look like," she said.
    	"How do you know?" I asked as I walked over to her, hoping that
    she had a little brother and was not a diaper-wearer herself.
    	"Do you have a little brother?" I asked.
    	"No, I have a little sister," she said, much to my
    disappointment.
    	"How little?" I asked, hoping the age would be acceptable for a
    girl to be wearing diapers.
    	"She's two," she replied.
    	"Like, just turned two, or closer to three?" I asked.
    	"She turned two in June," the girl replied. Hmm, let's see--
    June, July, August, September-- closer to two still, thank goodness.
    	"She *is* potty trained, isn't she?" I asked.
    	"Yeah," the girl replied.
    	"Is she out of diapers yet?" I asked.
    	"During the day she is," the girl answered. "But at night she
    still needs them."
    	"Give her a few months or so and she'll probably be out of
    diapers for good," I said to the girl in an assuring tone.
    	"Why do you want to know if my little sister is potty trained?"
    the girl asked out of curiosity.
    	"Because she's a girl," I said. "I just wanted to make sure she
    wasn't still wearing diapers."
    	"But *you* are wearing diapers!" the girl pointed out to me. She
    then asked me how old I was.
    	"Twelve," I said.
    	"You're twelve years old and you wear diapers?"
    	"Yeah, but then, I'm a boy, too, and lots of boys my age wear
    diapers."
    	"My brother's eight years old and he doesn't wear diapers," the
    girl said.
    	"You have a brother?" I asked her. Now my interest in finding out
    if anyone living next door to Jay wore diapers was rekindled.
    	"Yeah," the girl replied.
    	"Has he ever pooped his pants?" I asked her. She just gave me an
    embarrassed smile and giggled, which suggested to me that perhaps he
    has.
    	"Well, has he?" I asked her. At this point Jay's mother called us
    again. Jay and Tony had been goofing off in the car while I was busy
    talking to the girl.
    	"Boys, bring those boxes in now!" Jay's mother shouted. We knew
    she was serious now.
    	"Sorry, gotta go," I said to the girl as I bent over and picked
    up the box. We all carried the boxes into the house. About five or six
    pairs of underwear had fallen out of the boxes as we carried them in,
    leaving a trail of boys' briefs.
    	"Just set them over by the sewing machine," Jay's mother told us.
    Jay's mother and sister then started going through the boxes, sorting
    the newest supply of underwear. There were toddler-sized briefs, which
    I imagined were used only for butt padding. Many of the pairs had some
    stains in the seat and were past their pristine whiteness, but appeared
    to otherwise be usable.
    	"I got a bunch of size eighteens," Jay's mother commented as she
    opened the second box and pulled out several larger pairs. Given the
    age of the boys who must have worn them, they didn't appear to be
    stained as much. Meanwhile, Lori went to work ripping away waistbands
    and cutting out the seats of the pairs that were determined to be
    usable.
    	"Can I make Jay some four-layered pairs this time?" Lori asked
    eagerly.
    	"Sure, we've got lots of smaller pairs that Jay won't be able to
    wear, so you might as well get some use out of them," Lori's mother
    replied.
    	"How's your diaper, Tony?" I asked him.
    	"Still just wet," he said. "I heard you poop out there, so you
    probably need to be changed."
    	"Yeah, but my Mom's going to pick us up soon and when I get home
    I'll get diapered into my cloth diapers, so I might as well leave it
    on."
    	Tony sat there on the floor and watched Jay's mother and sister
    go through the three boxes of underwear, keeping about three-fourths of
    them, discarding all the cartoon and solid color briefs.
    	"Why do you just keep the white ones?" I asked out of curiosity.
    	"Because that's the color of diapers," Lori replied, which was
    the answer I was expecting. "We like to make Jay look like he's in
    diapers, and well, he almost is. Just look at his butt."
    	"I have," I said. Trust me, I have.
    	A moment later Tony rolled onto his back and lifted his legs in
    the air. In doing so, he took a big dump in his diapers. He grunted and
    squeezed out a few more turds. When he was done he said, "okay, time to
    change me!"
    	Tony had set his school bag on the floor in the living room along
    with my bag. I reached into his bag and pulled out a diaper. I then
    proceeded to change his diaper right in front of Jay, his mother and
    Lori. Lori watched with curiosity as I removed Tony's poopy diaper and
    exposed his fully erect penis. At this moment I realized that I had
    been ill-prepared and didn't have any wipes in my bag. I didn't recall
    seeing any in Tony's bag, either.
    	"Do you have any wipes in your bag?" I asked Tony.
    	"No," he replied.
    	"Shi-uh-oot," I said, changing my word in mid-stream as I wasn't
    sure how Jay's mother responded to kids my age swearing.
    	"Shit, shoot, doesn't matter, we hear it all around here," Jay's
    mother said.
    	"And we smell plenty of it, too," Lori said.
    	"We don't have any wipes," I said, explaining the reason for my
    interjection.
    	"Here, use this!" Lori said as she tossed me a pair of Teenage
    Mutant Ninja Turtles briefs that had seen their better days. They were
    a size six pair, and it appeared that the little boy who had worn them
    was a tad bit challenged in the wiping department. A larger stain
    indicated that he had diarrhea a time or two. Tony and I smiled as we
    both examined the underpants and the history of its wearer. I then put
    it to use and cleaned off Tony's bottom. I asked Lori to toss me
    another pair as Donitello's face was smothered in shit. This time she
    gave me a pair of Mario Brothers briefs. These, too, were not without
    their defects from some little boy's uncontrolled defecation.
    	"Sorry, Mario," I said as I rubbed his face into Tony's butt
    crack. "But you should be used to this sort of thing."
    	Once I had Tony cleaned up I put a fresh diaper on his butt and
    taped it up tightly. I picked up the soiled underpants that had served
    as wipes and asked where to dispose of them.
    	"Just take them out to the trash," Jay's mother told me. I went
    out the front door and dropped the soiled underpants-turned wash rags
    into the garbage. I then saw the girl next door again.
    	"Hi!" the girl waved to me again.
    	"Hello," I said back.
    	"So, what's your name?" I asked her as I walked over to her.
    	"Miranda," she said.
    	"My name's Chris," I introduced myself. I decided to resume our
    conversation from earlier. I had to find out more about Miranda's older
    brother. I found out his name was Ronny, and the littlest girl's name
    was Ashley.
    	"Did Ronny ever poop his pants?" I asked Miranda.
    	"Yeah, he did it in the car once!" Miranda said as she started
    laughing. "He was crying and Mom got mad, so we had to go home and let
    him change his pants."
    	"Your mom should have diapered up his butt for it," I said.
    "Nice, big, thick, soft white diapers that he could poop in, just like
    the ones I'm wearing." I turned around and bent over, lifting my shirt
    to let Miranda see how high up my diaper went. Miranda was giggling
    again.
    	"You're funny!" she said. "You like to talk about diapers and
    poopy pants a lot!"
    	"I'm a diaper boy, what did you expect?" I said. "Has Ronny
    pooped his pants any other times?"
    	"I dunno," Miranda said.
    	"Do you think Ronny would wear diapers?" I asked Miranda.
    	"Probably not," she replied. "He thinks it's gross that Jay poops
    in his underwear."
    	At this point Ronnie came up to Miranda. Behind him was Ashley,
    the two-year-old girl. She had on a short pink dress. I was trying to
    look and see what she was wearing underneath, hoping for the best, but
    fearing the worst.
    	"Miranda, mom wants you in the house," Ronny said to her.
    	"Tell her I'm coming," she said.
    	"Who's this?" Ronny asked.
    	"His name's Chris, he's one of Jay's friends."
    	"He wears diapers, it figures," Jay said as he rolled his eyes.
    	"He's a 'POOPY BOY!'" Miranda shouted.
    	"Just like Jay," Ronny said. "What are you doing in a diaper?"
    	"Peeing in it, pooping on it," I said. "What else do you do in a
    diaper?"
    	"You look silly wearing diapers," Ronny said.
    	"This is how I always dress, so get used to it," I said to Ronny.
    Then Ashley spoke.
    	"You gots no pants on!" she shouted and giggled as she pointed to
    my diaper.
    	"I don't need to wear pants," I said to Ashley, using a tone of
    voice that was reserved for speaking to small children. "My pants don't
    fit over my diaper."
    	"You wearin' DIA-PERS!" she shouted as she pointed to my
    conspicuously diapered condition.
    	"Yes, you are right, they are diapers!" I said to Ashley.
    	"I don't gots diapers on anymore!" the girl shouted. She then
    lifted her dress, proudly showing me her new 'big girl' panties.
    	"I wear 'dese now!" she said.
    	"That's a good girl!" I said to Ashley. "You get to wear big girl
    panties since you now use the potty, right?"
    	"Uh huh!" she said.
    	"You don't have to sit around in those nasty, yucky, wet, smelly
    stinky, dirty, poopy diapers anymore like I still do!" I told the girl,
    something I would never say to Steven or Tyler or any other little boy
    whose potty training progress I would make an effort to thwart.
    	"You a BIG boy! So why you wear diapers?" Ashley asked me.
    	"Because I'm a boy, and lots of boys, even BIG boys like me still
    have to wear diapers, so just be glad you're not a boy."
    	"My brudder is a big boy, an' he not wear diapers!" Ashley said.
    	"He doesn't know what he's missing," I said. "What does he wear?"
    	"Underwear," Ashley said.
    	"So does Jay," I replied back.
    	"Yeah, but I don't wear fifty pairs at a time and poop in them
    like he does," Ronny said.
    	"Hey, don't knock it until you try it," I said to Ronny.
    	"No way, that's sick!" Ronny winced.
    	"I'm a BIG GIRL, I don't wear diapers!" Ashley said. "But he a
    BIG BOY, an' he wear diapers!"
    	"You got the right idea, Ashley!" I said to her.
    	"Come on, let's get in the house," Ronny said as he directed his
    two sisters to the front door.
    	I decided to dismiss Ronny at this point and abandon any hopes of
    seeing him wearing diapers. He was eight years old and it was probably
    too late for the idea of wearing diapers to make much of an impression
    on him. I also wrote off his potential for being a diaper boy on
    account of the fact that he had two younger sisters. I assumed that
    Miranda was out of diapers at a reasonable age, and Ashley was doing
    well with her potty training and was destined to be out of diapers
    completely before too long. Even if Ronny did have a penchant for
    wearing diapers, he would have most likely been influenced and perhaps
    tempted to wear them by seeing his two younger sisters wearing diapers
    when they were babies. To me, this didn't fit the profile of an ideal
    diaper boy. My conclusion, he wasn't much of a candidate for a diaper
    boy. You just can't win them all.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 123
    ----------------------------

    	I collected the briefs that had fallen to the ground as I went
    back into Jay's house. I tossed them to Lori, who was still busy
    sorting through the boxes of used underwear.
    	"Thanks," she said as her lap was already covered in a pile of
    boys' underwear. I then went into Jay's bedroom where we talked and
    played with some of his toys. We got bored after awhile, so we went out
    to the living room to watch TV. Without cable there wasn't much on in
    the afternoons, mostly talk shows. We then switched to playing Atari
    games, which were primitive by today's standards, but easy enough to
    play, and what the hell, it was entertainment. By this time it was
    getting close to 5:00. My diaper was getting saturated and I wasn't
    sure how much longer I could go without having to be changed into
    another disposable. If I did this I would have to wear it around the
    rest of the evening in order to justify its use and I knew I'd be
    wanting my cloth diapers, especially while having Jay there. I couldn't
    just put on a fresh disposable diaper, only to change out of it an hour
    later or so.
    	It then occurred to me that I could wear Jay's underpants to hold
    me over until I got home. He certainly had plenty of underwear, there
    was no question about that, even without his latest batch that his
    mother had brought home. I explained my situation to Jay and he said I
    could borrow some of his underpants until I got to my house. Knowing
    that I would need to wipe up my butt, I asked Lori for another pair of
    underwear that would not be used for making Jay's "diapers."
    	"Here ya' go," she said as she tossed me a pair of He-Man
    underwear, which had already been stained in the seat by the boy who
    had once wore it. I figured this had to be at least ten years old. We
    all went back into Jay's bedroom where I lay on the floor while Tony
    took my disposable diaper off and cleaned me up. In an instant the He-
    Man underpants were totally engulfed in poop, so Tony went back out to
    the living room to get another reject pair from the underwear pile to
    serve as a butt wipe.
    	"How about Transformers?" Tony said when he returned as he held
    up the pair. Optimus Prime was, well, past his prime as evidenced by
    the deeply embedded poop stain running across him.
    	"That works," I said, not caring which has-been cartoon character
    emblazoned on boys' underwear met his fate by getting smeared with my
    shit. Tony continued to clean me up, giving my dick and balls plenty of
    attention. Jay was watching intently, noting how big my erection was. A
    moment later he had both his hands over his frontal area. I could tell
    that Tony wanted to do some sans-diaper activity, but this wasn't the
    time or place for it. I also told him that I wanted to "save it" for
    tonight when he offered to jack me off, especially since I was still
    recharging from just a couple hours ago or so.
    	I stood naked from the waist down as I went to Jay's underwear
    drawers and pulled out several pairs. I knew that the size ten pairs
    were out, so I went ahead and brought out several size twelves.
    	"I can't believe I'm actually putting on underwear again," I
    said, having always thought that my body would never again come into
    contact with any garment made my Hanes, Fruit of the Loom or any other
    manufacturer of boys' briefs who did not also manufacture diapers.
    	"Maybe they should make diapers that look like underwear and call
    them, "I Can't Believe It's Not Underwear," Tony commented.
    	"You may be onto something, Tony," I said. At that moment I was
    thinking about somebody making a diaper that had the appearance and
    features of boys' underwear, but with the extra padding that would make
    it function as a diaper. I then thought that perhaps such an idea could
    be passed on to CKM Products.
    	"I just got an idea!" I said. I then explained to Tony and Jay
    what my idea was and they agreed that it sounded like a neat idea. I
    grabbed the first pair of underwear and slipped it on. I felt so naked
    wearing it, even with the triple padding in the seat. I then proceeded
    to put on more pairs, stopping at eight before deciding to move up to
    size fourteens. I got ten of these on and then put on a dozen size
    sixteen pairs, half of which I alternated. I then topped the stack off
    with a dozen more size eighteens, half of which I also put on
    backwards.
    	"I'm actually wearing underwear again," I said as I went to the
    mirror in Jay's bedroom and examined myself. I rubbed my hard dick
    through the impenetrable bunches of fly fronts. I then examined my
    butt, which bulged out quite prominently with, according to my
    calculations, 90 layers of triple seats on my butt with another 12
    layers made up of fly fronts on my backside. I couldn't settle for
    having just 90 layers from the triple-seats on my butt, so I added four
    more pairs of size eighteens to take me over a hundred. They weren't
    quite as thick as what I was used to wearing-- maybe the equivalent of
    one and a half Thickies diapers-- but they were thick enough to make me
    waddle and to make me feel like I was in familiar territory with the
    cloth diapers that I normally wear.
    	At this point I was very sufficiently "diapered" in Jay's
    underpants and they felt very good, too, albeit a tad tight. I kept
    snapping the waistbands and sticking my hand down in between the pairs.
    I rubbed my butt several times and ran my hands along the seams that
    held in place the additional layers. While I would never replace my
    Thickies diapers with multiple underpants, I was enjoying looking at
    the fly fronts and the colored stripe patterns on the waistbands, which
    I had missed since my pre-diaper days.
    	I then realized that I needed to wear some plastic pants. Jay was
    wearing the only pair that was available to us. I asked him if I could
    borrow them since I was more likely to wet through my briefs
    uncontrollably.
    	"Well, uh, I sort of need them on now," Jay said. I took a closer
    look at his crotch and I could see through the plastic pants that there
    was enough moisture to indicate that he had peed in his undies.
    	"Did you do it on purpose?" I asked Jay.
    	"Yeah, but I wasn't going to take all this underwear off and use
    the toilet."
    	"How long has it been since you actually used the toilet for
    anything?" I asked Jay. He gave it some thought and told me that he
    hadn't used the toilet since I gave him the plastic pants, as they
    freed him from needing to take his underwear off to piss.
    	"Well, I think I'll be okay," I said. "I can always sit on a
    plastic grocery bag if I have to."
    	We went back out to the living room where Lori had piled all the
    rejected underwear into a box. She gave these to Jay, telling him that
    his wipes supply was replenished. He took these back to his room. I
    took my disposable diaper out to the garbage along with the soiled He-
    Man and Transformers underwear. While I was disposing of the diaper and
    underwear, a girl on a bicycle rolled into the driveway. She looked at
    me, obviously having never seen me before. She then looked at me
    wearing Jay's underpants.
    	"Who are you?" she asked me.
    	"I'm Chris," I said.
    	"Oh, you must be my brother's new friend," the girl said. "You
    must be, since you wear your underwear like he does."
    	"Are you here to see Jay?" I asked her, seeing that she obviously
    knew who he was.
    	"I'm his sister," she explained. "Jolene."
    	"Pleased to meet you," I said. She followed behind me,
    undoubtedly staring at the thick folds of cotton on my butt that must
    have been a very familiar sight to her from always seeing her brother
    dressed the same way.
    	"You wear the same kind of underwear as my brother," she said.
    "You even have extra layers in the butt."
    	"Oh, these are actually Jay's underpants," I explained to her.
    	"So why are *you* wearing them?" she asked me. "Jay told me that
    you wear diapers. Real diapers."
    	"Normally I do," I said, pointing to the wadded-up Thickies
    disposable diaper that I had just tossed into the garbage. Some of the
    poopy side was showing. I then explained to her that I didn't want to
    put on another disposable diaper when I was just going to get put into
    cloth diapers once I got home a little later.
    	"I understand," she said. We then went into the house together.
    	"Hi Jolene," her mother greeted her.
    	"Hi Mom," she said. "I didn't think you'd be home."
    	"They actually said I could leave at 4:00 today because of all
    the overtime I already have for this week," her mother said. "How was
    work?"
    	"Okay," Jolene sighed. "Never met so many dumb customers in my
    life, though."
    	"You say that every day, dear," her mother said.
    	"I see you got a new supply of underwear for Poopy Boy," Jolene
    said. "Since his friend is wearing it, maybe Jay doesn't need any more
    underwear."
    	"Jay will never not need any more underwear, dear," her mother
    said. She then handed Jolene a pair of scissors.
    	"Here, hon, why don't you start in and help us out."
    	"Sure, let me just go to the bathroom and change out of my work
    clothes first," Jolene said. On her way back to the bathroom she looked
    at Tony, seeing that he had on an actual diaper.
    	"You must be Jay's other friend," she said.
    	"Yeah, although most people just call me Tony," he said with a
    smile.
    	"You're in a real diaper, too," she said. "Looks good on you,"
    she said.
    	"Thanks," Tony answered. I felt a tad bit jealous that she
    commented on Tony's diaper but said nothing about how I looked in the
    "diapers" that I had on. I figured this was because she was used to
    seeing Jay dressed the same way.
    	"You should see the cloth diapers that I wear at home," I said to
    Jolene.
    	"I'm sure they look a lot like Jay's underwear," she said.
    	"They do, but without the waistbands and the fly fronts, and
    they're a lot thicker and have pins in them, too."
    	"I'm sure you look cute in them," she said as she went down the
    hall and into the bathroom. When she came out I showed her a few
    snippets from the home video I brought along. She was impressed by how
    much thicker my cloth diapers were over Jay's multiple underpants. She
    also enjoyed all the comments that Lisa and Cindy were making in the
    video.
    	"Hey, Mom, let's get Jay some real diapers like the ones Chris is
    wearing in the video," Jolene said.
    	"If you want to take a second job, go ahead," her mother said,
    implying that buying real diapers for Jay would be too costly. "It's
    going to be another tight month, and we need to save up enough to make
    the move," she added with a sigh.
    	It was after 5:00 and I was expecting my Mom to show up soon. In
    the meantime Jay's mother watched "Jeopardy!" and we watched along with
    her. While I was sitting there I wet in Jay's underpants. I was worried
    that the underwear would not be able to absorb all the pee, but then I
    remembered that I was wearing a lot more underwear now than I ever did
    when I was eight years old and simulating diapers with my own
    underwear. I never did pee in my underwear then, it was always for
    pooping, so peeing in multiple underpants was a new experience for me.
    It wasn't the same thing as peeing in a thirsty bunch of Thickies
    diapers, but it did the job. I examined my fly and my crotch and
    everything was still dry on the outside. Much of the wetness had flowed
    down my crotch back into the seats, where there was a lot more
    absorbency. During the commercial breaks I watched as Lori and Jolene
    worked together, tearing away waistbands and cutting out the seats to
    be sewn into Jay's forthcoming batch of underpants.
    	"There's enough here to make some quadruple seaters," Lori
    commented when she saw Tony and me watching her work.
    	"Ooh, really?" Jolene commented. "As if triple-seaters aren't
    enough for Jay's poopy butt."
    	"A thousand-seater wouldn't be enough," Lori commented.
    	Clearly, Jay's sisters took great pleasure in dealing with his
    encopresis by modifying his underwear, but unlike my sisters, they
    didn't want to have to handle cleaning him up or diapering him. Jay
    appeared to be used to listening to his sisters talk about his pooping
    problems and tuned them out as they went on talking about how Jay
    finally found some friends who also "shit their butts up like so many
    boys do."
    	My Mom showed up a few minutes later, right as Alex Trebek was
    about to reveal the Final Jeopardy question, or actually, the answer.
    Since the category was Shakespeare and I didn't know jack shit about
    this topic, so I didn't mind missing the rest of the show.
    	Jay's mom went to the door when she answered it and then invited
    my mother in. Even my mom, who was used to the air quality in our house
    being compromised by the presence of my dirty diapers, winced as she
    caught a whiff of the musty odors in Jay's house. Mom looked at me and
    asked me what I was wearing.
    	"Well, let's see," I said as I pulled out the waistbands and
    started counting them. "One Hanes, two Hanes, one Fruit of the Loom,
    two Fruit of the Loom, three, four, five, six Fruit of the Loom, three
    Hanes, a couple K-Mart brand, two BVD's, three more Fruit of the Loom,
    a bunch more K-Marts..."
    	"Why aren't you wearing a diaper?" Mom asked me, stopping me just
    as I began counting how many pairs of each brand of underwear I had in
    the mix.
    	"I am wearing diapers," I said. "Well, sort of, anyway."
    	"Why are you wearing Jay's underwear?" Mom asked, knowing that
    they belonged to him. I explained the reason to my Mom, which she
    didn't mind, just that she didn't think she'd ever see me with a fly
    across my front or a series of stripes running around my waist again.
    	"You're going to need some plastic pants over those underpants,
    you know," Mom said as she ran her hand across my briefs and snapped
    the waistbands. "Have you wet in them yet?"
    	"A little," I said as I ran my hand along the leg openings of the
    underpants. "But it hasn't soaked all the way through yet."
    	Mom then did an inspection of her own. She detected the wetness
    in the inner layers.
    	"That's more than a little," Mom said. "You'd better sit on a
    plastic bag until we get home."
    	I agreed with Mom, especially since I knew my wetting tendencies
    more than anyone else. I figured that another wetting would surely soak
    the rest of my underpants, so I grabbed a plastic grocery bag and took
    it with me to sit on the car.
    	"You boys ready now?" Mom asked us as Tony and I picked up our
    book bags.
    	"As ready as we're going to be," I said, picking up my pants at
    the last minute. We then started to go out the door.
    	"Wait!" Jay said as he realized that his one and only pair of
    pants was still wet from his peeing in them.
    	"I don't have any pants to wear," he said.
    	"When you have a sleepover at my house, you leave your pants
    home," I said to Jay. "You won't need your pants and we're all going to
    be in diapers the whole time."
    	"What if we go someplace?" Jay asked.
    	"Then we go there in diapers," I said. "I've told you that I've
    walked through the mall in diapers."
    	"Okay, but I don't think I'd want to do that," Jay said.
    	"You boys probably won't be going anyplace," my Mom told Jay.
    "But if you want to wear some pants, I'm sure Chris won't mind loaning
    you his."
    	"Nah, it's all right," Jay said. "I never wear pants during the
    weekends anyway."
    	With this, Jay was ready to leave. All he brought with him was a
    clean shirt, a couple pairs of socks, and his toothbrush.
    	"Uhh, Jay, aren't you forgetting something?" his mom said before
    he went out the door.
    	"No, I don't think so," Jay said as he thought over the items he
    was taking with him since this was his first sleepover ever.
    	"My jacket?" he said, doubting that this was what his mother
    meant since it wasn't expected to get cold enough to need one.
    	"No, your UNDERWEAR, silly!" Lori said as she showed Jay one of
    his new quad-seater pairs that she had just made for him. "You're gonna
    need something clean to poop in when you get done shitting in the ones
    you got on now!"
    	"They probably don't have room in their car for his underwear,"
    Jolene commented.
    	"I'm going to wear diapers at Chris' house anyway," Jay said.
    	"Okay," Lori said. She then showed Jay the first pair of
    underwear into which she had sewn three additional layers of fabric.
    	"Check this out, Jay, I put four layers in the butt!" Lori said
    as she pointed out the thick padding in the rear of a pair of Fruit of
    the Loom briefs. "I can't wait to see what you'll look like with a few
    dozen of these on your poopy butt!"
    	"You girls would get along well with my daughters," my Mom
    commented. "Let's go, boys."
    	"Have fun at your first sleepover," Jay's mother said as we
    headed out the door and into the car.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 124
    ----------------------------

    	On the way over to our house I had peed in the underpants some
    more and soaked them through to the outer pair. Mom looked over at me
    and she could see the yellow tint in the fly of the outermost pair of
    briefs.
    	"Better have Cindy diaper you when we get home," Mom said. "Those
    underpants just aren't going to hold up."
    	When I walked into my house Cindy looked at me and she noticed
    right away that I wasn't wearing my usual diapers.
    	"What's this?" she asked as she came up to me and pulled on the
    waistbands.
    	"Boys' underwear," I said. "Been a long time since you've seen
    it, huh?"
    	"On you, yeah," she said. "Boys' underwear seems to have become
    sort of an oxymoron around here, unless you're talking about diapers,
    of course. What are you doing wearing Jay's underwear, anyway? Just
    wanting to remember what it felt like again or what?"
    	"I needed to change and I didn't want to put on another
    disposable just to wear it for an hour or so, so I borrowed some of
    Jay's underwear."
    	"Ahh, so I see. I didn't think I'd ever see you in underwear
    again," Cindy said as she grabbed a hold of about six or seven
    waistbands spanning over my stomach and snapping them back.
    	"I must say I miss snapping your waistbands," she said. "Plastic
    pants just don't snap quite the same. Speaking of which, I'd say you'd
    better put some on since you've already wet through all those
    underpants."
    	"You might as well just diaper me," I told Cindy.
    	"Does Jay want to be diapered, too?" Cindy asked him.
    	"Uhh, yeah, sure," Jay answered, sounding nervous.
    	"Would you like me to diaper you this time?" Cindy asked him
    nicely, since last time he was too embarrassed to let my sister see him
    naked, erect and with his bottom coated in shit. Jay stood there for a
    moment and looked down at his front, presumably because he was getting
    a hard-on from thinking about Cindy diapering him.
    	"Yeah, I guess," he said with some hesitation. With this, Jay and
    I went into my bedroom, as did Tony so that he could watch. Cindy came
    behind us. As she looked at mine and Jay's butts, she asked Jay where
    he got underwear with extra layers in the seats.
    	"My sisters make them," he said.
    	"The whole thing?" Cindy asked inquisitively.
    	"No, they just cut out the butts from old underwear and sew it
    into other pairs."
    	"That's a nifty idea," Cindy said. "They should make all boys'
    underwear like that, anyway, knowing how most boys treat their
    underwear."
    	"Actually, they used to make them like that," I said. I explained
    that I had seen boys in double-seated underwear in the movie "Bless the
    Beasts and Children", which came out in the early 1970's.
    	"So why did they stop?" Cindy asked. "I'm sure that most boys
    don't wipe their butts any better now than they did twenty years ago."
    	"Boys like us don't wipe our butts at all until we change our
    diapers," Tony said.
    	"And then some boys like Chris don't wipe their butts at all,
    period," Cindy said. "That job's been left to Lisa and me, mostly me
    nowadays."
    	Cindy asked Jay and me which of us was first to be diapered.
    Since Jay was still nervous about letting Cindy diaper him he wanted to
    watch me get diapered first. Since I had underpants on, I didn't need
    to have Cindy remove any diaper pins for me. Before I started taking
    off Jay's underwear I needed to take a big shit, which I was hoping to
    do while I had Jay's underwear on. I just bent over and let a runny,
    messy bowel movement shoot out of my butt and into the thick briefs. A
    series of several wet and juicy farts announced the materialization of
    my wet, poopy and stinky discharge from my derriere. I had forgotten
    how much more quickly poop spreads through the seats of multiple
    underpants than diapers as briefs fit more tightly against the butt and
    the poop had little extra room in which to flow. My buttocks were
    immediately coated in filth and I felt the shit being channeled up my
    butt crack and along either side of my balls as it poured into my
    crotch. Cindy, Tony and Jay were all staring at the thick, solid white
    wall of triple-seated boys' briefs on my butt and waiting for me to
    finish shitting in them so that Cindy could clean it all up and diaper
    me in real diapers. Both Tony and Jay were rubbing themselves as they
    watched.
    	"You done now?" Cindy asked me.
    	"Not yet," I said as I pushed out another gaseous glob.
    	"Now I am," I said. Tony and Jay enjoyed the show that I gave
    them prior to my forthcoming diaper change. With Jay's briefs all
    crapped up, I started taking them off in bunches. The topmost pairs
    were only soaked in piss as the wet poop was mostly confined to the
    first three pairs, thanks to the presence of the extra layers in the
    butt, which mostly served to absorb my pee. I set the soiled underpants
    in my diaper pail and then I lay myself down on my changing pad. Cindy
    had to wipe up the trail of poop that I left before me as I scooted my
    shitty bottom along the surface. Tony assisted Cindy in folding my
    diapers and furnishing her with the powder and diaper pins. During the
    time Cindy was wiping my butt and crotch clean Jay's eyes were fixed on
    my stiff dick and my nuts. He watched her sprinkle a generous layer of
    powder all throughout the regions of my body that would soon be
    enshrouded in enough cotton to have Eli Whitney rolling over in his
    grave. Tony then proceeded to assist Cindy in pinning up my diapers.
    	"Do you need that many pins in your diapers?" Jay asked me.
    	"No, but I just like knowing that I can't get my diapers off very
    easily," I said. "Cindy makes them really tight, too."
    	As Jay observed my diapered crotch billowing out in thickness
    with each diaper added to the stack he was getting more and more
    excited. He was still quietly rubbing his frontal area, trying not to
    make the plastic pants crinkle. He didn't mind seeing that I noticed
    him massaging his fly fronts, but once Cindy became aware of the sound
    and looked at him, he stopped.
    	"Sorry, uhh, I had an itch down there," Jay said, trying to cover
    up the real reason he had been rubbing his fly fronts so vigorously.
    	"Yeah, and what an itch it must be," Cindy said with a knowing
    smile, implying that she knew what Jay was doing. Jay continued to look
    embarrassed and ashamed for getting caught playing with himself.
    	"It's okay, Jay," Cindy said as she stopped for a moment to pat
    his shoulder. "Chris does it all the time. You're no different than any
    other boy."
    	Cindy finished diapering me by topping off the huge stack with a
    Thickies diaper. She used a dozen of the extra large pins on each side
    of the massive diaper. While Jay was watching me get diapered, he saw
    my diaper usage meter device sitting on top of my dresser, although he
    didn't know what it was until I explained it to him.
    	"Why do you have a pager?" Jay asked me.
    	"Pager?" I questioned. "I don't have a pager."
    	"Then what's this?" he asked me as he picked up the device and
    looked at it.
    	"Oh, that's my 'shitometer,'" I said with a smile, having
    spontaneously made up the name for the device.
    	"What's a 'shitometer?'" Jay asked me.
    	"A device that measures how much you shit," I replied. "It
    measures pee, too, so you could call it a 'pissometer', too."
    	"You serious?" Jay asked me. He was incredulous.
    	"Yeah, you wear it with your diapers and it measures how much you
    pee and poop."
    	"I didn't know they made anything like that," Jay commented.
    "Where did you get it?"
    	"I got it after I tested wearing 'Thickies' diapers," I answered.
    "I had to wear it so that we could measure how much the diapers could
    hold and how often I peed and pooped in them. It's really neat, though
    I haven't used it in awhile."
    	"You wanna try wearing it?" Cindy asked Jay while she brought out
    an equally abundant set of diapers for him.
    	"I dunno," Jay said nervously, unconvinced that the device
    actually worked.
    	"It's a gag, right?" Jay said, becoming suspicious.
    	"No, it's not a gag," I told him.
    	"It won't like, shock me or anything, will it?" Jay asked.
    	"Yeah, when you piss in it, it zaps you in the nuts," Tony said,
    quickly adding, "just kidding."
    	"Try it out," I told Jay. I showed him the various readouts that
    it would produce, recording the time, duration and volume of each time
    the device detected urine and fecal discharges.
    	"When you pee, the green light comes on, and when you poop, the
    red light comes on, and it beeps, too, that way everyone knows what
    you're doing in your diapers and when! As thick as your diapers are,
    there's really no other way for others to tell."
    	Tony grabbed the device and stuck the wetness detector down in
    the front of his diaper. Immediately the beeper sounded and the green
    light was triggered when it detected the wetness that was already in
    the front of his diaper. It registered seven milliliters.
    	"See?" I said, hoping that Jay was convinced that the device was
    for real. At this point he agreed to try it. Tony pulled the sensor out
    of his diaper and then went into the bathroom to rinse it off. He
    returned a moment later with the device, ready to give to Cindy once
    she was ready for it. Right now she wasn't ready as Jay hadn't yet
    budged; he was fraught with inhibition.
    	Jay hesitated some more and then said, "well, here goes." He
    pulled down his plastic pants, which had a pool of pee running around
    in the crotch as the plastic pants descended to his ankles. He stepped
    out of the wet plastic pants and I could smell the familiar odors of
    stale urine wafting through the room. Jay just stood there before Cindy
    as she stared at him, waiting for him to take his wet, yellow-tinged
    underpants off.
    	"Well, I can't diaper you if you have all that underwear on, you
    know," Cindy said as she grabbed a hold of the fly front on his outer
    pair and tugged on it. Jay didn't seem to mind her doing this.
    	"I know," Jay said. "I'm just, well, kind of shy."
    	"Jay," Cindy said as she put both her hands on his shoulders. "I
    know what you've got underneath all those underpants you have on. You
    are definitely not the first boy I have seen naked. You just saw me
    change Chris, and I've been changing Chris' diapers for almost four
    years now."
    	"One thousand, four hundred and eight days, to be exact," I
    added.
    	"Well, Chris is your brother," Jay said. He acted like he was
    wanting to back out of agreeing to let Cindy diaper him.
    	"So do you let your sisters see you naked?" Cindy asked Jay.
    	"Sometimes," he said. "But they don't change my diapers, or, my
    underwear, or whatever."
    	"Come on," Cindy said to Jay gently. "A penis is a penis, and I
    doubt yours is any different than Chris' dick."
    	"It's smaller," he said shyly.
    	"Is that why you're being so shy?" Cindy asked him. "You do
    realize that Chris is ahead of most other boys his age in puberty."
    	"I'm just not used to this sort of thing," Jay said.
    	"I understand," Cindy said. "But let's face it, your anatomy is
    no secret to this seasoned diaper-changing girl."
    	Jay's resistance finally conceded to Cindy's offer to diaper him
    and he proceeded to remove his underpants, doing it in bunches at a
    time. He deposited the wet briefs in my diaper pail along with the
    pairs I had taken off moments earlier. Since he had just changed into
    clean underpants a couple hours ago he hadn't yet pooped again, so his
    underpants were just very wet. As expected, he was hesitant to remove
    the last pair. Given the tent that his dick was making in the front of
    the lone pair of underpants he still had on, there was no hiding the
    fact that he was very excited right now. With all eyes watching him,
    Jay knew that he had to continue and expose to the eyes of my sister
    his penis. As he pulled the briefs down, his dick sprang upward after
    the waistband had descended to his balls and below.
    	"No poop?" Cindy said, expecting Jay to have soiled his undies
    knowing he had encopresis.
    	"No, I guess not," Jay said as his voice cracked.
    	"There will be come your next diaper change, I guarantee it,"
    Cindy said.
    	"How's that?" Jay asked her.
    	"Because, these diapers are staying on your butt until morning,
    and I'm pretty sure you'll have to poop at least once between now and
    then," Cindy replied. "With as long as it takes to diaper just one of
    you boys, I'm going to make it worth my while to diaper you up so that
    you can go a long time without a diaper change."
    	"So what if I get a rash?" Jay asked.
    	"That's why I use so much powder on Chris," Cindy replied.
    	"In fact, after Chris got put into diapers my dad bought into
    some Johnson and Johnson stock with all the powder we were using on
    Chris," Cindy added as a joke. Incidentally, my dad, being a
    stockbroker, really does own Johnson and Johnson stock among others,
    including CKM Products. Thanks in part to the addition of Thickies
    diapers to their product line, CKM has been doing quite well on Wall
    Street from what I am told.
    	At this point Cindy applied the diaper monitoring device to the
    first diaper that she would pin around Jay's waist. She attached the
    urine and fecal sensors to the appropriate areas of the diaper and then
    placed the diaper underneath Jay's waiting bum. He was sporting quite
    an erection for not having yet fully attained puberty. Jay was
    embarrassed about it, but Cindy knew to expect it as she had never seen
    mine or any other boy's penis in a flaccid state during a diaper
    change.
    	Jay's state of nakedness below the waist ended with Cindy's
    application of the first of several thick, white fluffy diapers. Jay
    stared intently at the big pile of diaper pins that Cindy had set
    beside him.
    	"Are you going to use all those pins on my diapers?" he asked
    Cindy.
    	"Of course," Cindy replied. "Why do you think I brought so many
    of them? In fact, I may not even have enough. Tony, can you grab the
    pin box for me?"
    	"Sure," Tony said as he got up from the chair and pulled his wet
    diaper away from his butt. He picked up the wipes tub that had been
    used as a diaper pin storage box ever since I started wearing pin-on
    diapers instead of the ones that used Velcro.
    	"Thanks," Cindy said. Jay was amazed to see how many diaper pins
    I had in addition to the big pile in front of Cindy that awaited his
    diapers. Cindy pinned Jay's diapers on even more abundantly with the
    virtually bottomless supply of pins she had available to her. Tony
    jumped in and helped Cindy continue diapering Jay. In the meantime I
    had gotten a phone call from Aaron, who was calling to confirm the time
    of tomorrow's D.B.A. meeting as well as to fill me in on some of the
    things that he had planned to present to the group, including his
    "diaper thickness tester" that he and his sister Diane made together.
    	"So, how does it work?" I asked Jay.
    	"You'll see," he said, refusing to tell me what it was until I
    saw it at the meeting. I figured he wanted to surprise everyone with
    it, whatever it was, so I didn't push for an answer in spite of my
    curiosity. I went back into my bedroom with the cordless phone and
    talked to Aaron and told him about my first week at school. Tony, Jay
    and I all had plenty to say about Phil Brown. While talking to Aaron
    about school I watched Jay get his butt mega-diapered. I gave Aaron a
    play-by-play description of what was going on. He thought this was
    pretty cool. He told me about his first week at school as well, adding
    that he would be bringing two guests to the D.B.A. meeting. This, too,
    got me excited as I thought about what Aaron's fellow diaper buddies
    would be like.
    	When Cindy finished diapering Jay she strapped the diaper
    monitoring device around his waist and activated it. It emitted a
    couple short beeps and the red and green lights flashed for a moment.
    All the indicators showed zero, but I knew that it wouldn't be long
    before a pissing and a shitting would each be registered. Cindy showed
    him how to check his readouts. Having had to follow my diaper usage for
    a month using the device, she was very well-versed in its operation.
    	"How do the diapers feel?" I asked Jay. He smiled as he rubbed
    his crotch which was bulging out several inches from the surface of his
    skin.
    	"I love them," he said. "They're better than underwear."
    	"Do you think your Mom will ever get you some diapers?" I asked
    Jay.
    	"At the rate things are going right now, probably not," he said.
    "I've gotten by on using underwear for diapers all this time, and well,
    there are some things I like about my underwear that you guys don't get
    with your diapers."
    	"Such as what?" I asked him.
    	"Like, the fly fronts and all the striped waistbands," Jay said.
    "I like to lay in bed and snap them. It drives Lori nuts when she's
    trying to sleep, but then, she does it, too."
    	"You mean, she snaps her underwear waistbands, too?" Tony asked.
    "From what I have seen of Kara's panties, you can't snap the waistbands
    on girls' underwear like you can on boys' underwear."
    	"Oh, no, what I meant is that she sneaks up behind me to snap
    *my* waistbands," Jay clarified.
    	"Ahh, that makes a lot more sense," I remarked. I then reminded
    Jay about my idea to submit to CKM Products for a hybrid
    diaper/underwear combination that would make diapers easier to change
    and would also look more like underwear if exposed above the pants,
    assuming that pants are worn. The three of us gathered on the floor in
    my bedroom and talked about different ideas while I wrote them down.
    	Tony opened the discussion and suggested that the pull-on diapers
    be made in both cloth and disposable varieties, sort of like Pull-Ups.
    I suggested offering the pull-on style diapers in various thicknesses
    and absorbency levels, that way some could be worn under regular
    clothing while others could be designed like the original Thickies,
    which are patently intended for wearing without pants because of their
    prohibitive thickness.
    	"So would the thinner diapers be called "Thinnies?" Tony joked.
    	"I was thinking of calling them 'Thickies Lite'," I said.
    	"Isn't that an oxymoron?" Tony countered, defending his
    suggestion.
    	"Better than calling them "Thinnies," I said as Tony and I
    engaged in a mild, but lighthearted argument over what to call the less
    thicker Thickies.
    	"We'll let the other group members vote on it at the meeting
    tomorrow," I said. "Besides, we're just brainstorming anyway."
    	I also reiterated my suggestion for using waistbands with stripes
    on them to make them look like underwear. I agreed with Jay that this
    was something I liked about underwear and was something that I always
    missed when it came to wearing diapers. Tony suggested that they offer
    diapers that look like Fun-Pals or Showtoons underwear, even though I
    personally preferred plain white when it came to diapers or underwear.
    These would be offered in both the cloth and the disposable varieties.
    I felt that for marketing purposes this was a good idea. Tony also
    suggested making a combination diaper/plastic pants combo. We all
    agreed on this idea without much discussion.
    	"You got any ideas, Jay?" I asked him as he had been silent while
    listening to Tony and me talk about our ideas for a new product line of
    Thickies diapers. He sat there with his legs forced widely apart by the
    abundant diapers that Cindy put on him and he kept rubbing himself
    there.
    	Jay suggested that a fly front be added for cosmetic purposes,
    citing that this would make the diapers look more boy-like. Even though
    a fake fly front wouldn't serve any practical purpose, Tony and I
    agreed that this was a good idea for promoting the diapers as a boys'
    garment, and even if an actual fake fly front wasn't added to the
    front, they could at least screen print a design resembling the seam
    pattern of a fly front. Jay also suggested that they make a diaper for
    encopretics that would be easy to pull down in the front for peeing,
    but would provide protection and extra padding in the seat for those
    unexpected poop-oopses.
    	We continued to talk about our ideas for another half hour and I
    made drawings of the diaper designs, including several renderings
    showing boys wearing the diapers. My Dad had gotten home from work by
    this time. After he settled down, he and Mom were set to go out to
    dinner and to see a movie tonight while Cindy got to babysit us. Lisa,
    of course, was stuck working at the pizza place as it was a Friday
    night.
    	"You boys be good for Cindy," Mom told us.
    	"We will," I promised. "We'll probably just mind our own business
    and talk about diapers the whole time anyway."
    	"I figured as much," Mom said.
    	"We've got lots to cover at the meeting tomorrow," Tony
    commented.
    	"It looks like you're having a meeting right now," Mom said as
    she noted the papers that were strewn about amongst our three thickly
    diapered crotches. After Mom left, Cindy came into our room and asked
    us to decide on what pizza we wanted for tonight.
    	"Lisa says they have the 'Double-Double Pepperoni' special going
    on right now," Cindy suggested.
    	"What's that?" Tony asked.
    	"You get two large double pepperoni pizzas for the price of two
    mediums," Cindy said. We all agreed on pepperoni, so Cindy handed me
    the phone.
    	"Here, you call it in, I'm missing 'Entertainment Tonight,'"
    Cindy said as she left from my room. I dialed the number and, as I
    expected, Lisa's artificially pleasant and friendly voice came on the
    line.
    	"Yeah, I'd like to place an order," I said.
    	"For takeout or delivery?" Lisa asked me politely, not yet
    knowing that I was her little brother.
    	"What's the difference?" I asked, just to be a smartass. Lisa
    told us earlier this week about a customer who actually asked this
    question and she was highly annoyed by having to explain it to the
    moron. I tried to keep from laughing, but being unable to contain my
    amusement, the gig was up and Lisa immediately knew it was me by my
    voice combined with my distinct chuckling.
    	"Chris, is that you?" Lisa asked, sounding annoyed.
    	"Yes, it is, Lisa, I'm sorry," I said. "But I do want to place an
    order."
    	"Are you guys picking it up or is it for delivery?" she asked.
    	"We'll come pick it up if we can come in there in our diapers," I
    said, snickering afterwards.
    	"Chris!" Lisa groaned. "I'm very busy right now!"
    	"Sorry," I apologized again. "We'll have it delivered."
    	"So, what do you want?" Lisa asked tersely, wishing she could say
    this to her other callers.
    	"We're gonna have the Double-Double Pepperoni special," I said.
    	"You and everyone else," Lisa muttered. "Do you want breadsticks
    with that? I have to ask that, you know."
    	"Sure, why not?" I said. "We'll take two orders."
    	Lisa then gave me the total over the phone and informed me of the
    estimated delivery time.
    	"Wait, don't you need my address?" I asked, getting in one more
    lick.
    	"Funny, Chris, very funny," Lisa said. "If Mandy delivers it, be
    sure to tip her generously."
    	"What if it isn't?" I asked.
    	"Tip them good anyway, unless it's Mike," Lisa said. She then
    whispered, "he's an asshole."
    	"Okay, thank you, Lisa," I said politely.
    	"You're welcome, goodbye, little brother," Lisa groaned before
    she hung up the phone.
    	About a half hour later the pizza showed up. In the meantime I
    called all the boys to remind them about the meeting tomorrow and to
    confirm that they'd all be present. I also reminded them to bring a
    supply of diapers in case they needed to be changed. My first call was
    to Luke and Nathan. Since Bryce was having a sleepover with them last
    night I didn't have to call him. Luke told me about the fun things he
    had planned that night with Bryce staying there with them. We both
    laughed as we all had about the same thing in mind. I then asked Luke
    if he and Nathan, as well as Bryce would all be there for the meeting.
    	"I wouldn't miss it for anything!" Luke said. I heard Nathan in
    the background saying, "me, neither!"
    	"See you guys tomorrow at 11:00 then," I said. Next on my list
    was Aaron, whom I knew wouldn't forget, but just to make sure, I called
    him anyway. As I expected, he and Diane would be there with Diane
    promising to take plenty more pictures of us in our diapers. I figured
    it wasn't necessary to call Derek since he lived right next door. At
    this point all the members had been contacted. I figured Jimmy and his
    two buddies might show up as well to attend the meeting as guests, but
    I didn't have his phone number. I also wanted to know if Angela's
    brother Todd would be there, as well as Josh, the boy we met in Kidz
    Klothez the other night.
    	"Are you done with the phone now?" Cindy asked me as she had been
    waiting impatiently for me to free up the line.
    	"Yeah, I guess I am," I said.
    	"Good, because I need to call Gina."
    	I handed Cindy the phone and she started to dial. The low battery
    light then came on and the phone started beeping.
    	"Oh great, you wore it out," Cindy said as she set the phone on
    the charger and went to use the phone in the kitchen. Cindy was still
    on the phone yakking to Gina when the doorbell rang, requiring me to
    appear at the door in my diapers.
    	"Chris, get the door!" Cindy shouted. "The money's on the coffee
    table."
    	Having appeared before strangers in diapers before, it was no big
    deal for me to go to the door wearing just diapers. I was hoping that
    it would be Mandy and not Mike. It was a girl, but her name wasn't
    Mandy. It was Veronica. She was taken aback by seeing that I wasn't
    wearing any pants and that I had on some very thick diapers. She was
    even more amazed when she saw Tony and Jay sitting on the couch in big
    diapers as well, especially Jay. She couldn't help but to look at me
    and then across the room at Jay and Tony.
    	"Pizza for Chris?" she said.
    	"Yep, that's me," I said.
    	"You got the Double-Double Pepperoni special and two orders of
    breadsticks?"
    	"You got it," I told the friendly, not to mention cute delivery
    driver who was rather heavyset. She gave me the total, so, just so I
    could let her see my diapered butt, I left the money on the coffee
    table and bent over to retrieve it. As I returned to her I could tell
    that she was still surprised by seeing three boys almost in their teens
    all wearing diapers. I gave her the money and told her that she could
    keep the change for her tip.
    	"I bet we're the first boys our age you've seen in diapers, huh?"
    I said.
    	"No, actually, you're not," she said with a smile. "But I don't
    see it very often, I must say."
    	"Thanks," I said as Veronica left. We all sat around the kitchen
    table and tore into the pizza and the breadsticks. Cindy was nice
    enough to have already poured our drinks, serving all of them in my
    baby bottles.
    	"I hope you don't mind drinking out of a baby bottle," Cindy told
    Jay.
    	"Nah, it's kind of fun, actually," Jay said as he picked up the
    bottle and began sucking on the nipple.
    	After pizza, we watched "Back to the Future" with Cindy. Each of
    us had our baby bottles refilled and sucked on them like three baby
    boys while we watched the classic movie about the possible benefits and
    perils of time travel. Incidentally, this movie inspired me to write a
    few stories about boys who go back in time and refuse to be toilet
    trained. The scene where young Lorraine sees Marty McFly's purple
    underwear and says she's never seen it before (the year was 1955 in the
    movie) brought on a little discussion among the three of us diaper
    boys.
    	"I've never seen purple underwear before, either," Jay said.
    "Mine's always been all white."
    	"And brown and yellow, too," I added.
    	"Only on the inside," Jay said. "It's still white on the outside
    since it's always so thick and the pee and poop doesn't make it that
    far."
    	This was a good sign that Jay was starting to loosen up and feel
    better about his situation wearing several pairs of underwear for
    diapers for most of his life. He was having a lot of fun tonight so
    far, from what I could tell. When I first talked to him he would have
    never boasted about how thick he wears his underwear.
    	"I've seen purple diapers before," Tony commented.
    	"Where?" I asked Tony.
    	"They had some in that book I was showing that one lady at Kidz
    Klothez when she was looking for diapers for her son," Tony commented.
    "They were called Molicare."
    	"Oh yeah," I said, having recalled seen them myself. "Have you
    ever thought about wearing them?"
    	"I would if they weren't purple," Tony said. "They're good and
    thick, but not as thick as a Thickies, and besides, I like my diapers
    to be white."
    	"Same here," I said. "Even if I didn't wear diapers, I wouldn't
    wear purple underwear."
    	"Boys, shhhh!" Cindy turned around, telling us to quiet down.
    "I'm trying to watch the movie!"
    	"You've seen it before," I told Cindy.
    	"Yes, but that doesn't mean you guys can all be talking."
    	"Sorry," I said. We kept quiet and continued watching the movie.
    	Later on, the diaper monitoring device that Jay was wearing had
    sounded. Cotton was resting on the couch behind my head and the sudden
    beeping awakened him as he meowed into my ear. I patted Cotton on the
    head a couple times and then I looked down at Jay's front where the
    monitor had been clipped to his plastic pants. The green light was
    blinking, indicating he had just peed. I then pressed a button to see
    how much pee it had registered.
    	"247 milliliters," I said as I read off the reading on the
    display, which was set to metric mode for some reason.
    	"Is that much?" Jay asked.
    	"Not really," I answered. "Your diapers can hold a lot more than
    that."
    	"How much?" Jay asked.
    	"I've gone past two whole liters," I said, knowing that this was
    a little more than two quarts.
    	"How much is two liters?" Jay asked, further substantiating the
    notion that America was not ready to switch to the metric system.
    	"You've seen a two-liter bottle of pop? Now imagine pissing that
    amount into your diapers. That's how much those diapers you are wearing
    can hold, even more than that." Conveniently, there was such a bottle
    sitting on the counter.
    	"Wow," Jay commented as he looked down at his thick diapers. "So
    what is that in ounces?"
    	I pressed the mode button on the unit and the readout was
    instantly converted to the more familiar measure of ounces.
    	"8.4 ounces," I said. "You'll pee a lot more than that before the
    night's over with."
    	"So, I guess I have a long ways to go, huh?" Jay remarked.
    	"Yep, Jay, there's a *lot* of diaper there to be soaked up," I
    said as I patted his front where his diapers covered his stomach. "All
    that thickness isn't just there for looks, although that is one nice
    feature about my diapers."
    	"How much poop can they hold?" Jay asked.
    	"Chris!" Cindy snapped at me again. "You made me miss what he
    said because I couldn't hear over your talking."
    	"What do you think rewind is for?" I said to Cindy. She groaned
    and pressed the rewind button on the remote as we re-watched the scene
    where Marty first talks to the nerdy-looking George McFly kid who would
    someday become his own father.
    	"How much poop do they hold?" Jay whispered to me.
    	"We'll find out in the morning when Cindy changes your diapers,"
    I whispered back. Throughout the rest of the movie we all wet our
    diapers. Jay had peed a couple times more, bringing the readout up to
    over 23 ounces by the time the movie was over with. Only once did we
    have to pause the movie so that Cindy could go use the bathroom.
    	After the movie was over the three of us diaper boys spent the
    rest of the evening playing games on the computer as well as letting
    Jay read mine and Tony's diaper stories on the computer. All three of
    us had shit in our diapers during this time. Jay's pooping was
    announced by a series of beeps and the red light blinking on the
    monitoring device.
    	"How do I check to see how much I pooped?" Jay asked me.
    	"Press the first white button, the one next to the red button," I
    told him.
    	"It says 11.2 ounces," Jay said.
    	"Is that weight or volume?" I asked him.
    	"I dunno," he said. I went over to him and looked at the device
    and confirmed that this was the volume reading.
    	"How much have you pooped in your diapers?" Jay asked me.
    	"I'm not wearing a device, so I don't know, but it feels like an
    average dump back there," I commented as I stuck my into Jay's face and
    rubbed my diapered behind.
    	"No, I mean, how much have you pooped on this thing?" Jay asked,
    pointing to the monitoring device.
    	"Oh, that, okay," I said upon receiving Jay's clarification. "I
    think my record is 84 ounces when I had diarrhea while I was testing
    the Thickies diapers." To confirm this, I brought up Lotus 1-2-3 and
    opened the spreadsheet that I had used last summer for tracking my
    diaper usage during the testing of my Thickies diapers.
    	"There it is," I said as I proudly pointed to the screen. "84.7
    ounces."
    	As I examined the other entries from that day and the readings
    that had been recorded before diaper changes, I pooped a total of 133
    ounces. That's more than a full gallon! Jay thought this was pretty
    funny as I told him this.
    	"So, you having fun so far?" I asked Jay.
    	"Oh yeah," he said. "I'm so glad I finally got to go on my first
    sleepover."
    	"We'll have lots more fun, I can guarantee that," I assured Jay.
    He smiled at me.
    	Jay commented on how much more easily the poop flowed into the
    back of his diapers and how much more room there was back there. By the
    time we had read several stories we were all horny as hell and needed
    some relief.
    	The three of us went into my bedroom and closed the door. Jay
    asked me to get on top of him and scoot my diapered butt back and forth
    across his front. As I did this I felt the shit squishing around inside
    my diapers. Tony watched and jacked himself off while he watched Jay
    and I go at it. It didn't take Jay long to come in his crapped-up
    diapers. His monitoring device picked up the emission of his semen as
    urine and it registered on the device. Jay mentioned he had a hard-on
    all night from wearing the thick diapers and seeing Tony and me walking
    around in our diapers. He added that he enjoyed the smell of our poop
    as well. Jay then sat on me and scooted his butt over my front and made
    me shoot my load. Tony had prolonged his jackoff session and he came at
    about the same time that I did. After this, Tony had me change him out
    of his wet and soiled diaper. Jay and I stayed in our dirty diapers.
    	By this time we were getting tired and it was time for bed. Tony
    offered to let Jay sleep in my crib with me, but Jay relinquished this
    offer, stating that he didn't get to sleep in a bed of his own very
    much. With this, Jay opted for sleeping on a mat that was brought in
    for the third guest while Tony joined me in my crib. We stayed up for
    at least another hour, laughing, giggling, making jokes and talking
    about how wonderful diapers are, making our diapers wetter and wetter
    as the night passed, as did gas from our butts, stinking up my already
    poop-stenched bedroom. We kept this up until Mom and Dad came home and
    checked on us and told us to quiet down.
    	While we were getting ourselves settled down to go to sleep, Jay
    set off the device again, this time after he emitted an especially
    long, gassy fart.
    	This thing measures farts, too?" Jay said.
    	"It's not supposed to," I said. "But sometimes it registers farts
    as poop when the poop in your diaper gets agitated and bubbles around
    over the sensor," I explained. "It doesn't register much, like maybe
    one or two tenths of an ounce. They're supposed to fix that problem in
    newer models, according to what I read in the club newsletter."
    	"Yeah, they're calling it the 'flatch patch!'" Tony remarked with
    a laugh.
    	"Flatch patch?" Jay inquired.
    	"You know, flatch, as in flatulence!" I said.
    	"I wonder how they test those things," Tony commented.
    	"Beans, for starters," I said.
    	"You mean farters," Tony said as he stuck his diapered butt into
    my face and cut a good slice of cheese, so I returned the favor to him
    with a fart of my own. A couple minutes later Jay farted again, and
    consequently, the diaper monitor went off again.
    	"Man, if I keep farting I'm not going to sleep because of this
    thing," Jay commented. I got up and turned on my nightstand lamp and
    told Jay how to shut off the beeper. While the beeping stopped, the
    farting continued as the three of us managed to get to sleep.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 125
    ----------------------------

    	I was so excited as I woke up Saturday morning and thought about
    the big D.B.A. meeting that we were going to have that day. I then
    looked over at my window and realized from the grayish hue in the sky
    and the lack of sunshine that the weather may not permit us to have the
    meeting outside. I lowered the gate on my crib and slowly got out,
    trying not to disturb either Tony or Cotton. Cotton meowed a "good
    morning" to me as I pulled the covers off of me. I examined my diapers
    as I always do and I momentarily entertained my morning wood that was
    brought on by the sight and smell of my own wet and poopy diapers. I
    then got out of my crib and walked (more like waddled) over to the
    window to confirm what I had thought I had seen, and then some. Not
    only was it cloudy, it was raining, a real downpour. The tree limbs
    were also swaying from a brisk wind.
    	"Oh man," I thought to myself in disappointment. Rainy weather
    itself didn't bother me. In fact, I liked to see a good storm to break
    the monotony of the usual lack of precipitation that we got at this
    time of year, but today was a day when I needed to count on the weather
    to be dry and warm enough to be comfortable while wearing diapers
    outside. Even though we'd be covered by the gazebo, it was too cool and
    windy for us to hold the meeting and remain within our dress code. The
    only choice we had was to have the meeting in the house where everyone
    would hear us talk about diapers and shitting and pissing in them,
    denouncing the evils of forcible toilet training, etc. We needed some
    privacy for this.
    	On my way out of my room I knelt down to check on Jay, who was
    sound asleep. He was lying on his back. I slowly pulled back the
    blankets and checked the readouts on his diaper monitor. He was up to
    38.7 ounces of pee and 17.3 ounces of poop. He could go awhile longer
    still, but would probably be changed before the meeting.
    	I had a major hard-on that was desperately waiting to be tended
    to. I didn't want to wake Tony by getting back into my crib, so I lay
    on the floor away from Jay and started to jack off while thinking about
    seeing all the diaper boys at the meeting. I didn't produce a lot of
    cum as I usually don't when I masturbate in the morning, but at least
    it took the edge off at least until after the meeting.
    	Mom was in the laundry room as I went out there to greet her.
    	"Morning, Mom," I said as I yawned.
    	"Morning, dear," Mom said as she tried in vain to pat down my
    hair that was sticking up. "Did you boys sleep?"
    	"Of course we did," I said as I was coming out of my yawn.
    	"It doesn't sound like it," Mom replied. She then pulled back the
    curtain covering the window that looked out to the back yard. The rain
    was still coming down steadily. I looked out to the gazebo and I could
    see that water was dripping off from the shingles. The floor boards
    were wet from the wind-blown rain.
    	"Not a good day for your meeting, it looks like," Mom said.
    	"I know," I said glumly. "I didn't count on it to rain."
    	"Well, to be honest, neither did I," Mom said. "Usually your dad
    and I are home to watch the news, and if there had been rain in the
    forecast I would have told you. So, are you canceling the meeting?"
    	"No way!" I said. "I've been looking forward to it all this
    time."
    	"So then where are you boys going to meet?" Mom asked.
    	"I was thinking about just meeting right here in the house, in
    the living room," I said with some reservation, knowing that Mom
    probably wouldn't want me having over a dozen stinky diapered boys in
    the house.
    	"I'm not so sure about that," Mom said as I expected her to have
    some objections.
    	"Why not?" I asked.
    	"Well, how many of you boys are there going to be?" Mom asked.
    	I stood there and counted out everyone who was expected to be
    there on my fingers.
    	"Me, Tony, Jay, Derek, Steven, Luke, Nathan, Bryce, Aaron--
    that's nine that I know of for sure," I started. "Then there might also
    be Josh, Todd, and Jimmy, and maybe his friends, too," I said. By this
    point I had run out of fingers.
    	"I don't want a bunch of boys crowding in this house," Mom said.
    "Three of you is enough as it is."
    	"It's not like there's going to be any competition for the
    bathroom, since we'll all be in diapers."
    	"I'm pretty well sure of that," Mom said as she patted my bottom.
    	"We usually have that many people here on Thanksgiving and
    Christmas, don't we?"
    	"Yes, but that's different, honey, since those things are with
    family. I know how rowdy a bunch of boys will get when they get
    together," Mom said. "And I can only imagine what the living room will
    smell like after a dozen boys wearing poopy diapers have been sitting
    around in it all day."
    	"We'll have the meeting out in the garage then," I said, deciding
    that this would help to overcome the privacy issue. "Will that work?"
    	"Talk to your father," Mom said. "What were you guys going to do
    when it gets wintertime? You weren't going to have your meetings
    outside then, were you?"
    	"No, we were probably going to have them in the house, but we
    just didn't think we'd have to come inside so soon."
    	"Well, you'd better check with your father on that one," Mom
    said. With this, I went out to the garage where Dad was busy working on
    some project sawing boards with a power saw.
    	"Mornin', Dad," I greeted him after he had shut off his saw so he
    could hear me.
    	"Mornin', son," Dad said as he removed his safety goggles and
    wiped his brow. "Here, why don't you give me a hand with some of these
    boards."
    	I helped Dad move a stack of several boards over the other side
    of the garage. As I lifted up my end of the stack more poop pushed out
    into the back of my already filled diapers. It wasn't easy to waddle
    and carry the boards in my diapers, either. Still, I figured it'd be
    best to be cooperative and help so that maybe Dad would let me have use
    of the garage for the meeting later today.
    	"What are you working on?" I asked Dad.
    	"I'm replacing some of the boards along the back fence where
    they've weathered and rotted," he said. "Figured I might as well get
    this much done inside while it's raining."
    	"Oh," I said, feeling disappointed and uncertain whether or not
    I'd be able to hold the meeting. So, how long were you gonna be out
    here?" I asked Dad.
    	"Pretty much most the morning, maybe early this afternoon. Why do
    you ask?"
    	"Well, I was going to have all the boys over today for the
    meeting, and, well, it's raining and the wind's blowing, and Mom didn't
    want us all crowding in the house, so I thought maybe we could come out
    here."
    	"Well, I really want to get this done, Chris, sorry, son.
    Couldn't you guys meet later in the day? Maybe the weather will clear
    up by then."
    	"Yeah, maybe so," I said. In a last-ditch effort to butter up my
    dad in hopes of getting him to maybe change his mind I asked him if he
    needed any help with anything.
    	"Nah, I'm fine, but thanks for asking," Dad said. I then went
    back into the house.
    	"Dad said no, I take it," Mom said, judging from the look on my
    face.
    	"Yehhhs," I moaned. Mom brushed some sawdust out of my blonde
    hair and off of my plastic pants where they covered my stomach. She
    then handed me a laundry basket full of my diapers.
    	"I believe these are yours," Mom said.
    	"I'd sure hope they're mine!" I said. "I'm the only one in this
    house who wears them."
    	"There's another basket here on the floor for you, too," Mom said
    as she pointed to it. It, too, was piled high with diapers as well as
    Jay's underwear, which included the pairs I had worn home from his
    house yesterday.
    	"Okay, I'll come back and get it," I said. As I carried the first
    basket through the living room I saw that Cindy was busy folding more
    of my diapers from the load that had been washed before.
    	"Here, take these to your room and I'll start folding those,"
    Cindy offered. I set the basket down in front of her and she told me to
    hold out my arms while she loaded them up with stacks of big, thick,
    white fluffy diapers. I couldn't even see where I was walking as I
    carried the huge stack of thick, freshly washed diapers that obscured
    my vision. I looked down at the floor and made it into my room watching
    where I stepped. Jay and Tony were still asleep as I entered. I quietly
    put my diapers away in my diaper cabinet. While doing this, I was
    distracted by seeing the green light flashing on the diaper monitor
    that Jay was wearing, proving that he was a genuine bedwetter as well
    as an incurable encopretic. It registered another 6.2 ounces of piss
    when I went over to Jay to check it. I then went out to the laundry
    room to grab the last basket of diapers and Jay's underpants and then I
    returned to my room.
    	It was after 9:00 AM now and I figured we'd all better get our
    diapered butts going and figure out what the hell we should do to
    accommodate the other boys for the meeting. With the basket in my hand,
    I decided to dump my diapers and Jay's underpants on top of Tony to
    wake him up.
    	"It's rain-ing, it's pour-ing, and Tony's still snor-ing!" I sang
    as the white undergarments cascaded down over Tony's face and burying
    him in a snow-like blanket of white cotton.
    	"What the hell?" he mumbled as he woke up, clearing away the
    diapers and underwear from his face.
    	"Time to get up," I said.
    	Tony then sat up and looked at the clock.
    	"Shit, I didn't think it was after 9:00 already."
    	"That's why I woke you up," I said. "That way we can figure out
    what to do about the meeting."
    	"What do you mean?" Tony asked. "We *are* having it, aren't we?"
    	"I'm hoping we will," I said. "But look outside."
    	I walked over to my window and pulled the curtains open to let
    Tony see what was out there.
    	"Ahh, shit!" Tony exclaimed. "Of all the days for it to rain. So
    are we gonna meet in the house instead, or what?"
    	"That's the problem," I said. "Mom doesn't want a bunch of us
    stinky diaper boys smelling up the house, and she says we'll be too
    rowdy. Besides, we need privacy anyway, so I thought about having the
    meeting in the garage, but my dad's gonna be out there all morning."
    	"We could have it at my house," Tony suggested. "But my Mom might
    not want us there for the same reason."
    	"Yeah, that, and your house is smaller," I said. "I doubt we
    could have it at Bryce's house, and I don't think Luke's and Nathan's
    parents would want it there, either."
    	I leaned on the rail of my crib and then said, "I know! I'll call
    Aaron!"
    	"Good idea," Tony said. At this point we realized that Jay was
    still asleep, so we both started tossing his underpants to him. Tony
    and I each took turns as we threw one pair of underpants at a time. By
    the time I had thrown the fifth pair Jay was waking up.
    	"Rise and shine!" I said as Tony and I started bombarding Jay
    with his underpants. The extra weight in the triple-layered seats gave
    Jay's underpants better projectile properties.
    	"Hey!" Jay mumbled as he tried to deflect the barrage of briefs
    that were pummeling his face. There was underwear all over him by the
    time we were done. He then started throwing them back at us, and then
    we were suddenly involved in a fun little "diaper fight." Tony and I
    then got out the heavy artillery and threw my Thickies diapers at Jay.
    In spite of the fact that he was outnumbered two to one, he was sending
    diapers and underwear back at us almost as rapidly as Tony and I were
    throwing them at Jay. He smacked me right in the face with a Thickies
    diaper. It was amazing how much velocity a thick diaper that's been
    hurled at you can carry.
    	"There! How's that for waking you up?" I asked Jay as the diaper-
    tossing fight settled down.
    	"Well, it woke me up, that's for sure," Jay spoke in a groggy
    voice.
    	"That was more fun than a pillow fight!" Tony commented.
    	"Did you sleep okay?" I asked Jay, thinking we had disturbed his
    sleep too early.
    	"Yeah, it was a bit different than what I'm used to, but at least
    I didn't have to share a bed with my sister for once, or go sleep on
    the couch."
    	"How's your diapers?" I asked.
    	"Wet and poopy," he said as he looked down at his bulging crotch
    and rubbed it with his hands repeatedly. I noticed that he kept staring
    for awhile, probably enjoying the sight of several thick cloth diapers
    packed in between his legs.
    	"These diapers sure do work better than my underwear," Jay said
    as he picked up one of his briefs. "But I'll probably still have to
    wear a bunch of these since my Mom won't be able to buy me real diapers
    and she gets these for free, anyway."
    	"Who knows, maybe we can try to help out with that," I said.
    "Maybe we can all pool our money together and buy you some diapers for
    Christmas."
    	"That'd be nice," Jay said. He then looked down at the diaper
    monitor device and had me check the various readings for him.
    	"Whoa," I said as I looked at the reading for how much Jay had
    pooped into his diapers. It read 31.5 ounces for the total amount he
    had pooped.
    	"Either you farted a lot and it was racking up false readings, or
    you took a major shit."
    	"I took a major shit," Jay said. I went through the individual
    readings that the device recorded. Many of these were false recordings
    which I presume came from farts, which added at least an ounce to the
    total. Jay's big poop registered at about 12:20 AM, which was about the
    time we were all settling down to go to sleep. It showed 18.1 ounces.
    	"That thing's pretty neat," Jay said.
    	"I know," I said. "Every time I get diarrhea I like to wear it to
    see how much I shit between diaper changes. I'm hoping to break my
    record. I can't wait to see how it poop it will register after I eat on
    Thanksgiving."
    	Jay then looked outside and noticed that it was raining.
    	"Oh no," Jay said. "It's raining and we're not gonna be able to
    have our meeting outside."
    	"Don't worry," I said. "I'm gonna call Aaron and ask him if he'd
    mind having the meeting at his house."
    	"Why not here?" Jay asked. "Why don't we just meet out in the
    front room?"
    	"My Mom doesn't want us all in the house together," I said. "It
    may be more fun to have it at Aaron's house, anyway. His sister Diane
    is really cool and she just loves to diaper Aaron up. I'm sure you'll
    like her. She's like how my sisters were when they first started
    diapering me, but then Lisa stopped doing it and I'm starting to think
    that Cindy may someday not want to diaper me anymore, either."
    	"I betcha you got a hard on," Tony said to Jay. Tony was
    entertaining his own dick and rubbing his diapered front, so it was
    pretty obvious he had a hard-on, too.
    	"Yeah, I do," Jay replied with an awkward smile.
    	"We'd be worried if you didn't," I said, "seeing us diapered boys
    romping around and all."
    	"Do you need some 'help' with it?" Tony asked Jay, figuring he'd
    pick up on what he meant with his emphasis on the word "help."
    	"Uhh, sure," Jay said. "Which one of you wants to do it?"
    	"I'm sure we both do," Tony said.
    	"Actually, I just spent my load a few minutes ago," I said. "So
    you can have the honors this time."
    	Tony then positioned himself on top of Jay's diapered front with
    his butt facing Jay. He had to move the diaper monitor out of the way
    first. Upon doing this, Tony scooted his butt closer to Jay's face and
    then began rubbing Jay's frontal area and massaging it.
    	"How's that?" Tony asked.
    	"It feels good," Jay smiled. My dick was getting hard again from
    watching Tony rub Jay's diapers, using his diapered butt as a visual
    stimulus for Jay. The crinkling of Tony's diaper made this even more
    arousing.
    	Suddenly Cindy came into my room with her arms full of another
    big stack of diapers. The door had been closed, but not all the way, so
    we had no warning as Cindy pushed the door open as she walked in. Tony
    suddenly stopped upon realizing that our privacy had been invaded.
    	"Here guys," Cindy said as she set the stack of diapers down on
    the floor before us. "Have some diapers!"
    	"Thanks," I said. Cindy looked at Tony, who was frozen in the
    compromising position that he was in as he sat on Jay's chest. Cindy
    gave both of them a knowing smile and didn't say a word. She then
    looked around at all the diapers and underwear strewn about the room.
    	"What happened here?" Cindy asked. "Did a cyclone come through or
    something?"
    	"No, we got in a diaper fight," I said.
    	"A diaper fight?" Cindy inquired.
    	"Yeah, we were throwing diapers and underwear back and forth at
    each other."
    	"I don't put anything past you boys when it comes to diapers,"
    Cindy said as she rolled her eyes. She then started picking up the mess
    we had made and asked us to help her.
    	"Phew!" Cindy said as she caught a whiff of our collective diaper
    odors. "I'd say some diaper changing is in order around here!"
    	"It is," I said.
    	"Now to choose which of you is first," Cindy said. "I'll change
    whoever's the poopiest."
    	"I am!" I said.
    	"I think I am, and I have proof, too," Jay said as he pointed to
    the diaper monitor he was wearing. Cindy looked at the readout for the
    amount of fecal discharge the device recorded.
    	"That's quite a bit of poop, Jay, but you're nowhere near Chris'
    record," Cindy said. "Oh well, maybe you'll get diarrhea next time you
    sleep over. I'd like to see one of you boys break a hundred ounces
    without a diaper change."
    	"So which of us are you gonna change first?" Jay asked.
    	"I usually change Chris' guests first," Cindy said. "So it's
    between Jay and Tony."
    	"Is it all right if I take a shower first?" Tony asked.
    	"Sure," Cindy said.
    	"We need to take showers, too," I added.
    	"Okay, then let Tony take his shower first, since I'm going to be
    awhile taking you guys' diapers off," Cindy said. With this, Tony kept
    his soiled diaper on and took one of his clean disposable diapers with
    him and went into the bathroom. Meanwhile, Cindy proceeded to remove
    Jay's diapers first.
    	"How did you like your first night in real diapers?" Cindy asked
    him. Jay was blushing, too embarrassed to answer this question honestly
    to a girl.
    	"You liked them, I can tell," Cindy said to him with a smile.
    	"They do work better than underwear, I'll admit," Jay told her.
    	"Maybe your mom can buy you some real diapers," Cindy said to
    Jay.
    	"It'd be nice if she could, but what she uses on me now works,
    too."
    	"Well, you're getting some real diapers for today," Cindy said.
    "We just washed a whole bunch of them this morning."
    	Cindy spent several minutes taking all the pins out of Jay's
    diapers. While she was doing this I was busy gathering up the rest of
    the diapers and putting them away along with the diapers that Cindy had
    brought in. I also piled up Jay's underpants. While doing this I kept
    watching Cindy undo Jay's thick diapers. His diaper monitor wasn't
    lying when it registered over thirty ounces of poop. This wasn't
    diarrhea that soaked into the diapers, this was solid poop that mostly
    stayed on the surface and there was lots of it. His hard dick stood
    straight up, appearing as a shaft of pink amid a sea of brown shit that
    caked his nuts and his crotch. I could even see it pulsating in rhythm
    to his heart beat.
    	"I'd say a shower is in order for you, Jay," Cindy said. She then
    handed Jay three pairs of his underwear and told him to wear them on
    the way into the bathroom so that he wouldn't leave a trail of poop.
    	Cindy then proceeded to undiaper me. Jay scooted to the side and
    slipped on his underpants and watched Cindy take off my diapers. With
    only three pairs of underwear on I could see Jay's hard-on trying to
    pierce through his fly fronts. I knew that he had to have been wanting
    to come in the worst way after Cindy had barged in on us just before he
    was ready to climax.
    	"You left a pretty good load, too," Cindy said as she remarked on
    how much poop I deposited in my diapers. "Must have been all that pizza
    you boys ate last night. How many slices did you have last night,
    anyway?"
    	"I think four or five," I said. "Might have been six."
    	"I only had three, and those were big slices, too," Cindy said.
    	"Did the pizza make you poop a lot, too?" I asked Cindy.
    	"Uhh, excuse me, Chris? I don't talk about how much I poop like
    you do," Cindy retorted.
    	"I used to think girls didn't even poop, you know," I said.
    	"Me and Lisa didn't poop in our underwear like you always did, so
    there was no reason to talk about it. That's why we always talked about
    you and your poop accidents, Chris. What else was there to talk about?"
    	"That's all my sisters ever say about me," Jay said. "It's kind
    of hard for them to say anything else about me when every time they
    look at me they see all my thick white underwear on my butt all the
    time."
    	"That's the way it's been around here, too," Cindy said. "I mean,
    you can't just look at Chris and ignore the fact that he's got
    *diapers* on, especially with how big and thick he wears them!"
    	Cindy then handed me three pairs of Jay's underwear and suggested
    that I also wear them on my way to the bathroom. It then occurred to
    Cindy that perhaps it would be a good idea for me to have a few pairs
    of underwear handy so that I could wear them into the bathroom on my
    way to the shower. She asked Jay if we could keep some of his underwear
    here for this purpose.
    	"Sure," he said. "My sisters are making me up a bunch of new
    pairs this weekend. Well, new to me, anyway."
    	"I don't know why I didn't think of this before," Cindy said.
    "Maybe it's because I don't think of my brother ever wearing regular
    underwear anymore."
    	At this point Cindy left the room with two large diaper pails
    each filled with the results of mine and Jay's diaper changes. I then
    slipped on the three pairs of briefs to contain my poop while going to
    the shower.
    	"Your sister Cindy sounds like she still enjoys changing your
    diapers," Jay commented.
    	"She does," I said. "And maybe she'll be like Diane, Aaron's
    sister, but I have a feeling that she may stop wanting to do it like
    Lisa did."
    	"When did Lisa stop diapering you?" Jay asked.
    	"Right around when she turned sixteen last May," I replied.
    	"Jolene's eighteen and she still likes to make three-butted
    underwear for me and likes to remind me of how much I poop in my
    underwear all the time."
    	"Lisa still likes to tease me about wearing diapers, too," I
    said. "She just doesn't change me very often anymore."
    	It occurred to me that Tony had been in the shower for awhile. I
    figured he needed to relieve his sexual tension after Cindy came into
    my room and crashed the party, so to speak. I didn't hear any water
    running, so I figured perhaps he was re-diapering himself. At this time
    he came back into my room wearing a fresh, clean diaper. He had his
    soiled diaper wadded up. He tossed it across my room and into the one
    empty diaper pail that remained.
    	"Okay, I'm done," Tony said as he reached for his shirt and put
    it on.
    	"Took you long enough," I said.
    	"I had to take care of some-- 'business'-- you know," he said
    with a pregnant pause before the word "business."
    	"I figured as much," I said. "Especially after Cindy came in like
    that."
    	"I know, I was so close to coming, too," he said. "You should try
    it without diapers on sometime."
    	"Every time I think about doing it, I always decide to save it
    for my diapers since my diapers are mostly the reason I do it in the
    first place."
    	"You got a point there," Tony said. He then asked me why I was
    wearing Jay's underwear. He noticed that Jay had on underwear, too, but
    only three pairs.
    	"This is why," I said as I turned around and let Tony see the
    poopy mess. I looked in the mirror to see what I looked like back
    there. The nine layers from the triple-seats of the three pairs I had
    on accented my butt rather nicely, and there was no visible sign of all
    the poop that was underneath the seemingly clean white fabric. In spite
    of its short-term function, three pairs of underwear was hardly
    adequate to serve as a diaper, even if only to poop in. I then pulled
    up my shirt and pulled down my waistbands partway to let Tony see my
    shit-filthy buttocks. The mess went up a couple inches on my back and
    it came up high enough to show above the waistbands since the poop had
    risen above this level while I had diapers on.
    	"Cindy's going to have me wear underwear while I go into the
    shower so that I don't leave poop droplets on the way."
    	"Good idea," Tony said. "I'm surprised she didn't think of that
    before."
    	"Sometimes she'd tell me to hold a diaper between my legs while
    walking, but this didn't always work so well," I said.
    	Cindy then came back to my room and said, "you boys better hurry
    up. Breakfast is going to be ready soon."
    	"Okay," I said to Cindy.
    	"And Mom says don't use up all the hot water. Lisa still needs to
    take her shower and get ready for work."
    	"Take your shirt off, Jay, let's go," I said to him.
    	"Which of us is going first?" he asked.
    	"Both of us are," I replied.
    	"You mean, you want us to shower together?"
    	"Sure," I said. "Tony and I do it all the time, besides, it will
    save water and Lisa will still get her hot shower."
    	Jay followed me into the bathroom. He started taking his
    underwear off, but I told him to leave it on.
    	"Why?" he asked.
    	"Because you might still dribble poop on the floor, and besides,
    I want to feel what it's like to wear wet underwear in the shower."
    	I turned on the water and ran it just a tad cooler than normal. I
    asked Jay if the temperature was alright and he said it was fine.
    	I offered to wash Jay's back while we were sharing the shower
    stall. While I scrubbed his shoulders I looked down at his underpants.
    His poop was diluted with the shower water and streams of brown water
    were dribbling from in between his legs. It had soaked through his
    briefs and they were stained from the watery poop. I asked Jay if I
    could take them off and he said to go ahead.
    	"I'm liking this," Jay said, which I was very pleased to hear. He
    seemed contented as I grabbed an old washrag that was reserved solely
    for me to use on my poopy butt in the shower and it had the stains to
    mark it as such. I knelt down and cleaned the poop off of Jay's butt.
    Pieces of excrement dropped from his behind and fell onto the bunched-
    together underpants that were behind him at his feet soaking up the
    shit-tainted water. I ran the cloth up and down his butt crack several
    times until he was all clean back there. I knelt down to where I could
    see beneath his crotch and, as expected, I saw a very excited and erect
    penis. I stopped for a moment.
    	"Keep going," Jay said. Obedient to his request, I repeated the
    same action that I was doing before, only this time without the
    washcloth. I stuck my bare hand into his crevice and pushed it in and
    out repeatedly.
    	"Okay, that's enough," Jay said.
    	"I'm sorry, I hope that didn't hurt," I said.
    	"No, but I want to take my turn now," he said. With this we
    exchanged positions. Jay lathered up my back and my shoulders and
    worked his way down. He giggled at the sight of wet poop squishing
    around in the seat of the underpants I had on. He pulled these down and
    they joined the pairs that Jay had on. He cleansed my butt thoroughly,
    first with the washcloth and then without. My dick was at full erection
    again. I still needed to let myself recharge for the after-meeting fun
    that I was anticipating later on, so I had to be careful to not let
    myself go too soon.
    	I then turned the shower off so that we wouldn't use up all the
    hot water. I started to step out when Jay stopped me.
    	"What?" I asked. He hemmed and hawed and stammered, and then
    said, "oh, never mind."
    	I knew what Jay was thinking, and I couldn't blame him for what
    he was thinking after he scrubbed my butt clean and was looking at my
    inviting cavern and feeling my wet, slick cheeks.
    	"Are you a virgin?" he asked me.
    	"No, I'm not," I said. "Why do you ask?"
    	"Well, uhh, you see, I just was wondering," Jay answered
    nervously. I knew what he was getting at, and I didn't want this
    opportunity to slip past him since I knew he was very eager to
    experiment with these strong feelings.
    	"I know how you feel," I said. "Your first experience can be very
    awkward."
    	"Well, I haven't ever, you know, done anything like that," he
    said.
    	"Is there a reason you're talking about this right here, while
    both of us are naked in the shower?"
    	"Yeah," he said. With this I bent over and grabbed onto the sides
    of the tub and said, "I'm all yours, buddy."
    	Jay was hesitant at first to proceed as I patiently awaited his
    next move. He was trembling as he was about to make contact.
    	"Just relax," I said. "There aren't any teeth in there." This
    made Jay chuckle a bit and it eased his tension a little. He then
    proceeded with his advances. His wasn't as big as Tony's, but I could
    feel it nonetheless. He then starting thrusting himself back and forth.
    He was breathing hard and moaning.
    	"Shhh," I told him. He tried as hard as he could to keep quiet.
    It wasn't long before he was at the point of ejaculating. He stayed
    inside until he had exhausted himself and then pulled out. He sat down
    in the tub with his reddened, swollen member still protruding from his
    crotch.
    	"You alright?" I asked him.
    	"Yeah," he said. "Man, that was great!"
    	"It always is. Especially after the first time," I said.
    	"It was even better than I expected," he said.
    	Jay looked at my hard dick and he asked me if he could return the
    favor. At this point I couldn't resist. At first I thought he was going
    to get up and position himself the same way, but instead he got up on
    his knees and asked me to come closer, facing him. Again, he was
    hesitant to make his move, but once he did it he was more at ease. In
    spite of my wishes to save myself until after the meeting, I yielded to
    my primal urges and let Jay do the job.
    	"Thanks," I said to Jay as he wiped his mouth.
    	"Thanks, I had fun, too," he said. He then asked me if I had ever
    done this with Tony before.
    	"Yeah, a few times," I said. Jay didn't seem too surprised to
    hear this. He was relieved to know he wasn't the only boy who had done
    it with another boy.
    	"So, does this mean I'm not a virgin anymore?" Jay asked.
    	"Depends on how you look at it," I said. "While Tony and I have
    experimented a few times, I didn't really consider myself to lose my
    virginity until I did it with Megan."
    	"You mean, you've done it with a girl?" Jay asked me
    incredulously.
    	"Yeah," I answered. "You sound surprised."
    	"Well, I just thought that you were, you know..." Jay couldn't
    continue at this point.
    	"Gay?" I said, knowing this was what he was wanting to way.
    	"Yeah," Jay replied quietly. "I'm sorry that I thought you might
    be gay."
    	"No need to be sorry," I told Jay as I put my arm around him to
    comfort him. "A lot of people think I am gay because I'm so obsessed
    with boys and diapers. I like girls, too, not in diapers of course and
    not that I know any girls who wear diapers anyway, but I like it when
    they're doing the diapering on the boys."
    	"So, you're not gay?" Jay asked me.
    	"I dunno," I said. "I like boys who wear diapers, but I also like
    girls, who are, well, just girls, especially when they're naked or
    scantily clad in bikinis or thongs. Maybe I'm bisexual."
    	"So if I didn't wear diapers you wouldn't have done that?" Jay
    asked me.
    	"To be honest, probably not," I said. "I have to know that the
    boy usually has diapers on his butt before I do that sort of thing.
    With girls, it's just their butts, no diapers."
    	"So, is it any different with a girl than it is with a boy?" Jay
    asked.
    	"From the way boys do it with each other, not really, but you do
    have more choices when it comes to a girl's body," I said. "And there
    is the risk of pregnancy."
    	After a moment of dead silence, I asked Jay if there was a girl
    he liked or something.
    	"No," Jay said. "I just was wondering if you have to do it with a
    girl to lose your virginity, so I'm wondering if I am still a virgin."
    	"Here's how I look at it," I said. "If you're straight, you're a
    virgin until you fuck a girl. If you're gay, you're a virgin until you
    fuck a boy. If you're bi, you're a virgin until you've fucked both a
    girl and a boy."
    	"Then I'm no longer a virgin," Jay said.
    	"How do you figure?" I asked Jay. There was a long pause as we
    looked into each other's eyes. Jay then finally spoke.
    	"Because I'm gay," he said.
    	"How sure are you of that?" I asked him.
    	"Pretty sure," he replied.
    	"What do you think of when you look at girls?" I asked him.
    	"If it's my sisters, I look at them wearing pants and I am
    reminded of the fact that they don't have to wear a thick bunch of
    underpants like I do."
    	"Do you like thinking about that?" I asked him.
    	"I do now, after meeting you," Jay said. "It makes me feel good
    about being a boy."
    	"But what do you think about when you look at girls at school?"
    	"That they're girls, and none of them poop their pants, because
    my sisters have made me think that girls don't do this."
    	"Your sisters and my sisters are probably right, as far as I
    know," I said. "I'm not about to set out on a mission to try to prove
    them wrong, though."
    	"So, if you had a choice between a boy who wears diapers and
    poops in them, and a girl, which would you rather be with?" Jay asked
    me.
    	"Put it this way, Jay. I never feel guilty after doing something
    with Tony, or you, but I think I'll stay away from girls for awhile."
    	Jay seemed to be reassured by hearing this, as he further
    revealed the nature of his sexuality.
    	"Not only am I gay, but I like to look at other boys at school
    and think of all of them as being pants-poopers like me," he said.
    "Just boys alone aren't enough, to say nothing of girls."
    	"Well, Jay my buddy, you're in good company in our group," I said
    as I put my arm around him again. "Everyone in the D.B.A. club is a
    boy, and every boy in the club poops in his diapers."
    	"Are any of the boys in the club gay that you know of?" Jay
    asked.
    	"As a matter of fact, I do," I said.
    	"Who's that?"
    	"Tony," I answered. "Come on, let's go get diapered and we'll
    talk about it some more after we have breakfast."

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 126
    ----------------------------

    	Jay and I toweled each other off and then we gathered up the
    poop-soiled underpants that we wore into the bathroom. Jay hesitated as
    I was about to open the bathroom door since we were both naked.
    	"Can I get a towel first?" Jay asked me.
    	"What for? Cindy's going to see you naked, anyway." I replied.
    	"I know, but still, I'm just a little shy about your sisters
    seeing me without clothes on."
    	"Oh come on," I said. "It won't be for very long, and it's not
    like we're exactly going to be 'dressed', per se, anyway."
    	I proceeded to open the bathroom door and walk out into the
    hallway naked. Jay cautiously followed me, holding his wadded-up wet
    briefs over his privates. Lisa came marching down the hallway upon
    hearing the bathroom door open.
    	"About time," she said. "I have to be to work at 11:00, you
    know."
    	"Sorry," I said as she looked down at my dangling dick and the
    bunch of wet underwear that I was holding. The fact that I hadn't
    covered myself up didn't seem to matter to her this time.
    	"Phew. it stinks in here!" Lisa complained.
    	"Then take a shit and it will smell better," I responded to Lisa.
    	"Excuse me?" she said.
    	"Ever notice how your own shit never smells as bad as anyone
    else's?"
    	Lisa didn't say anything as she shut the door and turned on the
    fart fan in hopes of making the air in the bathroom more tolerable for
    her.
    	I went down the hall to holler for Cindy to come diaper Jay and
    me.
    	"Be right there!" she said. Tony had been out in the front room
    either playing games on the computer or reading my diaper stories. My
    bet would be on the latter of the two possibilities. The three of us
    filed back into my room. Just as I was going in Lisa came back out of
    the bathroom and said, "forget it, it smells too bad in there!"
    	"What?" I said dumbfoundedly. "You changed my diapers every day
    for over three years, so why does it bother you now to smell my poop?"
    	"I'm just not used to it anymore, I don't know," Lisa said.
    "That's why you boys are supposed to take your showers the night
    before, that way the smell can dissipate before us toilet-users in the
    house take our showers the next day."
    	"You're always welcome to still diaper me, you know," I said to
    Lisa.
    	"Well Chris, I think you've gotten to an age where I think you
    should start thinking about changing your own diapers now. I'm sixteen
    now, you've reach puberty, and because of that I just don't feel that
    it's appropriate for me to be handing things such as changing my
    twelve-year-old brother's diapers."
    	"Look at Diane, Aaron's sister. She's sixteen and she still likes
    to diaper him up."
    	"He's only ten, right?" Lisa said.
    	"Yeah," I said. "So, is it more the fact that you think I'm
    getting too old for having my sisters diaper me?"
    	"Yeah, pretty much," Lisa said. "Face it, Chris, you won't always
    be a little boy."
    	"But I'll always be your little brother," I said as Lisa
    retreated to her bedroom. At this time Cindy came down the hall ready
    to diaper us.
    	"Let's hurry, guys," Cindy said. "Get your butts on the changing
    table, breakfast is ready."
    	With this, Jay and I each prepared to get diapered. Cindy asked
    Tony if he would mind diapering one of us.
    	"Not at all," he said. "Be glad to help."
    	"Thanks, this will speed things up," Cindy said.
    	Tony opted to diaper Jay while Cindy elected to diaper her little
    brother once again. I got up on my changing table while Tony diapered
    Jay on my bedroom floor.
    	"So, what kinds of things do you boys have planned for your
    diaper club meeting?" Cindy asked me.
    	"Oh, let's see, we'll talk about the evils of forced toilet
    training, we'll vote on some issues."
    	"Issues? You guys have issues?" Cindy interrupted.
    	"Yeah, basically we want to loosen up the membership
    requirements," I said. "A lot of boys would like to join the club, but
    they can't since they're not 24/7, and then some can't afford the dues
    each month."
    	"So, the dozen or so boys that you're expecting at the meeting
    isn't enough?" Cindy said.
    	"The more, the merrier," I said.
    	I watched Tony diapering Jay. I could tell that Jay wanted to
    talk to him about being gay, but didn't want to bring it up with Cindy
    in the room.
    	"Make 'em really thick," I told Cindy. "This is for the meeting,
    you know."
    	"Don't worry, little brother. Have my diaperings ever
    disappointed you?"
    	"No," I answered, and I must say that I was right in that Cindy
    never failed to make my diapers very thick and tight. "I just hope
    you'll be diapering me awhile longer."
    	"Why do you say that?" Cindy asked me.
    	"I was talking to Lisa about why she doesn't change my diapers
    anymore. She says I should start doing my own diaper changes."
    	"You're not always going to have your sisters wiping your balls
    and butt every day, you know," Cindy said.
    	"So how much longer do you think you'll change my diapers?" I
    asked Cindy.
    	"I'll let you decide that," Cindy said. "I'm sure the time will
    come when you'll want to start handling your own diapers."
    	I felt better knowing that Cindy didn't have the same feelings
    about changing my diapers as Lisa was getting. Nothing more was said of
    this and Cindy proceeded to diaper me up very abundantly. She then
    stopped and told me to get a shirt on so that she could pin my diapers
    to the shirt. Cindy knew that I would want to be at the meeting dressed
    like this to impress all the other boys.
    	"Wait, let me get my club T-shirt," I said.
    	"Club T-shirt?" Cindy inquired.
    	"Yeah, the official D.B.A. club T-shirts came this week," I said.
    I got up and went over to my desk and reached underneath it to retrieve
    the box that contained the T-shirts. I pulled out one that was in my
    size.
    	"Hey, get my shirt, too," Tony requested. I asked him which size
    he ordered and then I located one for him and then tossed it to him. I
    removed the plastic wrapping from the shirt and unfolded it. It wasn't
    an ordinary T-shirt. It was cut shorter than most shirts, and the
    shirttail was reinforced with extra bands of material. It was a white
    T-shirt, which would compliment the white diapers nicely. They also had
    a royal blue reinforcement around the neck and the sleeves. The front
    was prominently emblazoned with the large D.B.A. logo that was screen
    printed on. The back of the shirt said "I proudly wear THICKIES
    diapers!" using the Thickies logo, of course.
    	"What kind of shirt is that?" Cindy asked as she noted the
    unusual design.
    	"A diaper shirt," I said. I showed her the card that was enclosed
    with each shirt, which explained the design and provided washing
    instructions. The shorter cut was intended to allow the diapers to be
    exposed in their entirety and were intended to be worn with Thickies
    diapers since they have a higher rise than most conventional diapers.
    The card stated that wearing other kinds of diapers with it would leave
    bare skin exposed and would not allow for shirt-pinning, which the
    information went on to explain the purpose of the reinforced fabric
    running around the shirttail.
    	"They thought of everything, didn't they?" I commented as I
    slipped the shirt on. It only came down about an inch below the top of
    my Thickies diapers. Without diapers on my entire tummy would have been
    showing. Cindy then proceeded to insert a dense ring of safety pins
    into the shirt and fastened them to my diapers. They were about a half
    inch to an inch apart at the most with a higher concentration in the
    rear.
    	"Do you have an extra shirt for me?" Jay asked, seeing that he
    wanted to wear one of them.
    	"Sorry, but they only sent enough of them for the existing
    members," I said. "Once you become a member they'll send you a shirt."
    	"Okay," Jay said as he put his own shirt back on. He asked Tony
    to pin his shirt to his diapers. As Cindy had finished diapering me,
    she helped Tony finish with Jay's diapering. I slipped on two pairs of
    plastic pants and then watched Jay get locked into his diapers. He was
    impressed by the way the pins tugged at his shirt.
    	Jay then looked at the diaper monitoring device that he had worn
    last night, and, as an afterthought, asked if he could wear it again
    today.
    	"Uhh, Jay, I really hope you don't expect any of us to take out
    all those pins and take off all those diapers just so you can wear the
    diaper meter thingie," Cindy said delicately.
    	"Okay," Jay said, understanding how long it would take to undo
    the massive diapering he had just received.
    	"Besides, we kind of like to keep it a mystery with how much we
    all pee and poop in our diapers at the meetings," I said. "I like to
    keep people guessing with all the thick diapers that I wear."
    	With Jay and myself heavily diapered up for the day, we waddled
    out to the kitchen and took our places at the table, where Mom served
    us all some eggs, pancakes, toast and orange juice, As I expected, the
    orange juice was served to the three of us boys in baby bottles, this
    being Cindy's idea. Jay didn't seem to mind using the baby bottle in
    front of my mom and my sisters.
    	While we were busy eating, Lisa came out from her room with her
    work uniform on. She noticed the short shirt that I had on, seeing that
    the band of diaper pins running around me body was positioned several
    inches over my waistline.
    	"Nice shirt," Lisa said. "Where did you get it?"
    	"From the club," I said. I then stood up and turned around to let
    Lisa see how the purposely short shirt barely went down over the top of
    my diapers.
    	"Leave it to your diaper club to do something like that," Lisa
    said. "I was expecting to see a houseful of poopy-butt boys by now."
    	"They're coming, just you wait," I said to Lisa.
    	"I'll probably be at work by then," Lisa groaned. She didn't like
    working weekend shifts, though Saturday afternoons were a lot slower
    than the evenings, she indicated.
    	"Didn't you shower, honey?" Mom said to her.
    	"No, the boys got to it first," Lisa said. "You know what that
    means." Lisa plugged her nose as a gesture to indicate what she was
    implying.
    	"I'm sure the smell has dissipated by now," Mom said.
    	"Yeah, but it's too late," Lisa said.
    	"You have 45 minutes still," Mom said. Lisa took a whiff of her
    armpit and just said, "I think I'll be okay. I'm going to come home
    smelling like pizza anyway."
    	"You probably smell like Teen Spirit now, huh?" I said, referring
    to the song by Nirvana that came out a couple years ago.
    	"Ha, ha, ha," Lisa said, delivering a fake laugh. "Better than
    smelling like baby powder."
    	"That's the best smell there is, I think," I said. Tony agreed
    with me on that one. Jay wasn't used to having it sprinkled onto his
    nuts, but he, too, agreed that it was a pleasant smell.
    	At this time I realized that I hadn't called Aaron yet to ask him
    about having the meeting at his house instead and said, "oh shit!"
    	"What's 'oh shit?'" Mom asked me, implying that she didn't like
    me using that word.
    	"Ahh come on, Mom, I'm twelve years old," I said.
    	"Lisa's sixteen, and I don't like her using that word, either,"
    Mom said.
    	"Okay, then oh poop, oh crap, oh turds, oh stools, oh feces, oh
    excrement, oh dung," I said, going through my mental thesaurus on
    synonyms for the word "shit."
    	"Are any of those okay?"
    	"I get the point, Chris," Mom said, trying to dismiss the
    subject. "What's the matter, anyway?"
    	"I forgot to call Aaron," I said as I got up and picked up the
    phone to place the call. Diane answered.
    	"So, what's up, diaper boy?" she asked in a flirtatious sort of
    way.
    	"Well, last I checked, the ceiling, the sky, and the clouds," I
    replied.
    	"You smart-ass," Diane replied. "A diapered ass of course, but a
    smart-ass. I bet you that's not the only thing that's 'up', since I
    know how you boys react to wearing diapers."
    	I let out a light, somewhat embarrassed chuckle as Diane said
    this.
    	"Did you want to talk to Aaron?" Diane asked.
    	"Actually, I need to talk to you," I said.
    	"You want to talk to me?" Diane said.
    	"Well, I could try farting to you in Morse code if you'd rather I
    do that," I said, making Diane laugh.
    	"Nahh, your sisters may not like how the phone would smell
    afterwards if you did that."
    	"Smell? I got a dozen diapers on!" I said.
    	"Really? What a surprise!" Diane exclaimed sarcastically. "So,
    what did you need to talk to me about?"
    	"I need to find out if we can have the meeting at your house
    instead."
    	"Sure," Diane said, gleefully welcoming the presence of possibly
    over a dozen boys with shit-filled diapers smelling up the place. "But
    why can't you have it at your house?"
    	I explained everything to Diane about the rain and how Mom didn't
    want all of us crowding into the house all at once.
    	"We have a big living room, you know," Diane said. "And my
    parents are both working at the photo shop today, so we have the house
    to ourselves all day."
    	"Great!" I said. "I hope you don't mind if I ask you one more
    favor."
    	"Not at all," Diane said.
    	"Could you pick us all up from here and take us to your place?"
    	"How many of you are there?" Diane asked.
    	"Seven for sure," I said. "They know to be here by 11:00. There
    may be a couple more."
    	"Well, good thing for you guys that we put the shell back on the
    back of the pickup," Diane said. "You guys would be stuck riding in the
    rain otherwise. Not that you boys aren't already used to being wet, if
    you know what I mean."
    	I agreed with Diane as I let out a little chuckle. I then asked
    her if she would go ahead and pick us up. To this she said, "no
    problem."
    	"Thanks," I said as I hung up the phone. I told Tony and Jay
    about Diane picking us up and taking us all to the meeting.
    	After Jay and Tony finished their breakfast we went over to the
    computer to pass some time. We sat together and read the latest story
    that I had been working on, hoping to submit it to the club newsletter,
    along with a suggestion that they offer for sale stories written by its
    members.
    	"That's a great idea!" Tony said. "I know you already have lots
    of stories that you could submit."
    	"Yeah, but I'd probably have to go back through them and revise
    them. Some of them are too short, and some are just brain farts that I
    thought of one night and then never got back to."
    	"So finish them up and maybe someday you'll be like the Stephen
    King of diaper stories or something," Tony remarked.
    	"I doubt that," I said. "No bookstore would ever carry stories
    like mine."
    	"Yeah, probably not, but it's fun to think about anyway," I said
    with a smile.
    	A couple minutes later Jay asked Tony if they could talk for a
    moment in my room. I knew what Jay wanted to talk about. I asked if I
    was welcome to join them.
    	"Of course," Jay said. "I don't think any of us should ever keep
    secrets from each other."
    	"How right you are," I told Jay. With this, we went into my
    bedroom and sat in a circle on the floor.
    	"So what did you want to talk about?" Tony asked, wondering what
    Jay was getting at.
    	"I haven't told anyone this except for Chris," Jay started. "I'm
    gay."
    	"That's cool," Tony said. "Did Chris tell you that I'm gay?"
    	"Oh yeah, he did," Jay replied.
    	"I noticed you guys were in the shower for awhile," Tony said. "I
    was wondering what might have been going on in there."
    	"Well, what you were wondering we did is what we did," I said to
    Tony. "I hope you're not jealous."
    	"Nahh, not at all," Tony said as he waved his hand to dispel any
    notions that I may have had otherwise.
    	"I lost my virginity to Chris," Jay said.
    	"So did I," Tony said. "Chris didn't consider himself to have
    lost his until he did it with Megan."
    	"Chris was telling me that," Jay said.
    	The three of us talked about diapers and boys and how this
    related to sexuality for a few minutes. We had a completely open
    discussion and it felt good to bring Jay into these things that Tony
    and I had kept to ourselves for so long. Jay felt good to know that he
    had earned our trust and that we had earned his.
    	A moment later the doorbell rang. I figured it would be at least
    one of the expected guests for the meeting. It turned out to be Derek
    and his brother Steven. Derek was carrying two plastic grocery bags
    that were each packed full of diapers for their diaper changes. In
    fact, Derek's bag had become torn from the volume of diapers that he or
    perhaps Jennie had packed into it.
    	Both Derek and Steven were wearing jackets that were dripping
    wet, even though they had only come from next door. Their jackets
    draped down over their bodies, but unless they were wearing shorts I
    could tell that they were in just their diapers and their shirts. Upon
    removing their jackets, they revealed that they were each wearing very
    thick cloth diapers as expected. Jennie had fastened their shirts to
    their diapers as well, having applied them very abundantly.
    	"Hey, cool shirt!" Derek commented as he looked at the D.B.A.
    logo on the front of mine and Tony's shirts. I turned around to show
    him the THICKIES logo on the back. I also pointed out to him the fact
    that the shirt was cut short to reveal more of the high-rising Thickies
    diapers and included reinforcing material so that the shirt could be
    pinned to the diapers. I then went to the box of remaining shirts and
    tossed the one for Derek over to him.
    	"You even got a shirt of your own!" I said. Derek looked very
    pleased to have his own club T-shirt.
    	"Thanks!" he shouted with a big smile. "I can't wait to put it
    on!"
    	"Well, it's going to be a little bit of a wait," I said. "I wish
    I had thought to call you to have you tell Jennie not to pin up your
    shirt. Here, we'll all help you get those pins out."
    	Derek stood still as the three of us surrounded him and began to
    take the pins out of his shirt. We made a little game of it to see who
    could get the most pins. I won the contest with 21 pins. Tony came in
    second with 17, and Jay managed to get 13 of the pins. Doing the math,
    Derek had over 50 pins stuck into his shirt. They were all going back
    in as soon as Derek got his new club T-shirt on. Derek pulled off his
    Disney Aladdin shirt and replaced it with the D.B.A./Thickies shirt. He
    watched and giggled as Tony, Jay and me dutifully pinned him back up
    using all 51 pins. Meanwhile, Steven had been watching and laughing,
    commenting on how funny our three diapered butts looked while we stood
    around his older brother.
    	"Do you have another shirt for me?" Steven asked.
    	"Sorry, Steven, but we don't," I said. "You have to be a member
    of the club to get one."
    	"Why can't I be a member?" Steven asked.
    	"You have to be five years old," I explained.
    	"I don't turn five until January," Steven said.
    	"Ahh, that's only four months away," I said. "You'll be five
    before you know it," I said as I succumbed to the temptation to pat his
    cute little diapered behind, which actually wasn't so little with all
    the diapers he was wearing.
    	"But can I still come to the meeting?" Steven asked.
    	"Of course you can, you'll just be a guest," I said to him. "That
    way you can watch all the fun things that we do, the things that you'll
    get to do when you are old enough."
    	Derek had carried his latest collection of diaper drawings over
    with him to show us and the rest of the gang at the meeting. He kept
    them stuffed down in his coat to protect them from the rain. They were
    all great drawings, but one of my favorites was one where the caption
    read "When you're feeling sicker, wear your diapers thicker." The
    picture showed a boy (of course) lying in bed with a thermometer in his
    mouth, indicating that the boy was sick. Next to his bed were several
    pails all heaping with dirty diapers galore, lots of brown crayon went
    to this part of the drawing. At the foot of his bed were several stacks
    of clean folded thick diapers. The boy himself was in very thick
    diapers, and of course the covers were pulled off of him so that you
    could see the diapers. His sister was coming in to check on him, asking
    him if he needed another diaper change. The boy said, "no, because my
    diapers are really super THICK!" And thick they were. According to the
    proportions of Derek's drawing, the boy's butt was at least a foot off
    of his mattress.
    	A moment later Luke and Nathan showed up. Bryce was with them as
    he had stayed overnight at their house. They, too, had remembered to
    bring diaper changes. They had duffel bags, all of which were stuffed
    so full that the zippers on each one had to remain undone, causing the
    diapers on top to get wet from the rain. Only Luke had thought to put a
    piece of plastic over the opening in his bag to keep his diapers dry.
    	The three boys came into the house dripping rainwater from riding
    their bikes in the rain for over a mile to get to my house. Luke had on
    a pair of sweat pants to cover his diapers. Nathan opted to go without
    anything over his diapers. His jacket wasn't very long, thus leaving
    his diapered rump still exposed. Bryce had slipped on a pair of Luke's
    shorts for the ride. Both he and Bryce removed their respective apparel
    that was covering their diapers. I now had eight boys, including
    myself, crammed into my bedroom. I figured with Aaron here we could
    possibly hold the meeting right where we were, but there was so little
    standing room as it was, especially if the other guests were to show.
    	I handed Luke, Nathan and Bryce their T-shirts, leaving only
    Aaron's shirt in the box. They liked the way the shirts were designed
    to expose the diapers and to accommodate shirt-pinning. At this point
    we were all ready to go and only needed Aaron and his sister Diane to
    show up.
    	It was getting stuffy and dank in my bedroom with everyone coming
    in wearing wet clothes, not to mention that some of the boys had
    already pooped their diapers, so we all filed out of there and into the
    living room. Mom made all the boys take their shoes off before trudging
    across the carpet and leaving mud tracks, so there was a big pile of
    footwear by the door. I told the boys to find a seat and sit down and
    wait while Tony and I gathered up our materials for the meeting. I
    could tell that Mom was getting antsy from having the house full of
    diaper-clad boys and was glad to know that we wouldn't be having the
    meeting there.
    	In the meantime, Lisa had finished getting ready for work and was
    leaving. She looked at all of the boys all sitting in the living room
    wearing diapers. Some of them said hello to her.
    	"Hello," she said as she searched for her purse which contained
    her keys.
    	"Dammit, where the hell are they?!" she mumbled under her breath.
    She then remembered that she had set her purse on the couch last night
    after she got home from work. Luke, Nathan, Bryce and Jay were all
    sitting on the couch when Lisa asked them to "move your diapered butts,
    boys, I think one of you is sitting on my purse."
    	All at once, the four boys got up from the couch and turned their
    rear ends as Lisa made her way to the couch. She removed a couple of
    the throw pillows and located her purse. I thought about how great of a
    shot this would have been to see Lisa's big jeans-clad butt amid the
    white diapered butts of the four boys who had been sitting there.
    Fortunately, Cindy had thought to get the video camera out and get
    shots of all of us going around in our diapers.
    	"There it is!" Lisa exclaimed. "You boys were sitting on it."
    	"Kind of hard to tell what we're sitting on with these thick
    diapers on our butts," Nathan commented, eager to demonstrate the
    magnitude of his diapers. Incidentally, he was the one who happened to
    be sitting on Lisa's purse.
    	"At least I kept it warm for you," he said with a giggle as Lisa
    reached for her purse.
    	"Have fun, guys," Lisa said as she slipped on her black jacket
    and took off for work.
    	"We will," I said confidently. "Have fun at work."
    	"Yeah, right," Lisa said. "Bye."
    	It was getting close to 11:00 and I figured Aaron should be
    showing up soon. I didn't know about the others, such as Jimmy from
    P.E. class, or Josh, the boy I met in Kidz Klothez.
    	The doorbell rang and I thought for sure it would be Aaron,
    although I didn't see the pickup that Diane would be driving. As I
    opened the door I was greeted by Jimmy. He had ridden his bike to my
    house in the rain and his dripping wet hair was proof of that.
    	"Jimmy, you made it!" I said.
    	"Yeah, I decided to come check this diaper club thing out," he
    said. His eyes were big as my very big and thick diapers made quite an
    impression on him.
    	"Whoa, and I thought the disposables I've seen you wear were
    thick!"
    	"Get used to it," I said. "This is what I always wear at home," I
    said as I showed off my massive diapers.
    	"Damn, I don't see how you can even walk around in those
    diapers!" Jimmy commented.
    	"It ain't easy," I said. "Just imagine having a pillow wedged
    between your legs and you'll get the idea of what it's like."
    	"You weren't kidding when you told me that you wear thicker
    diapers at home," Jimmy commented.
    	"I thought your friends were coming with you," I said.
    	"They wanted to, especially Andy, but his Mom wouldn't let him go
    out in the rain."
    	"That sucks," I said. "What about the other one?"
    	"Oh, Troy," Jimmy said, having finally given me the names of both
    of his friends. "He couldn't think of a good enough reason to sneak
    away since his parents always want to know where he's going."
    	"Oh well, maybe next time," I said.
    	Jimmy was still standing outside, waiting for me to invite him
    in. The overhang over the front door was keeping him from getting wet,
    that is, wet from the rain.
    	"Well, come on in and meet the gang," I said as Jimmy entered the
    house. Jimmy took a good, long look at all the boys gathered around in
    the front room, all of them stripped down to diapers and T-shirts. He
    was further impressed at seeing the huge diapers that most of us were
    wearing.
    	"Whoa," he said. "Everybody's in really thick diapers here," he
    said. I could tell he was enjoying the sight, and while he had baggy
    pants on and it was hard to tell, I had a good feeling he had a hard-
    on.
    	I introduced Jimmy to the boys he hadn't yet met, namely Derek,
    Steven and Nathan.
    	"Nice shirts," Jimmy commented as he noticed that most of us were
    identically dressed above the waist, too.
    	"It's the official club T-shirt," I explained.
    	"Gee, they're kind of short, aren't they?" Jimmy commented.
    	"That's the idea," I said. "They're made that way so that when
    you're wearing Thickies diapers, they let most of the diapers show,
    since Thickies go up so high."
    	"And what's with all the pins in your shirts?" Jimmy asked.
    	"That's just something that we like to do, it gives a sense of
    having our diapers 'locked' onto us, since they can't come off very
    easily being pinned to our shirts."
    	I then pulled down my plastic pants to let Jimmy see how many
    pins were stuck into each side of my diapers.
    	"Good God!" Jimmy said. "When those kids at school we're saying
    you were obsessed with diapers, they were right."
    	I just smiled proudly.
    	"Andy would love this," Jimmy said. "He's a diaper freak, too."
    	"What about you?" I asked Jimmy.
    	"Well, as I said, I have always had to wear diapers, and I used
    to hate it, but Andy and Troy have helped to make me feel better about
    it."
    	"That's what this club is all about," I said. "A lot of us just
    like to wear diapers, but for those of us who need to wear diapers,
    they've learned to enjoy having diapers on."
    	"So, is this the start of the meeting?" Jimmy asked.
    	"No, we're waiting for one more person to show up, his sister is
    going to take us all to their house and we're gonna have the meeting
    there."
    	"What does she drive, a bus?" Jay asked.
    	"No, she has a pickup, and we're all gonna cram into the back and
    ride in it."
    	"In the rain?"
    	"No, there's a cover on it," I said. This brought a sigh of
    relief to some of the members who thought we'd have to make the trip
    being rained on.
    	Jimmy sat down on the fireplace hearth, which was about the only
    place left for him to sit. He stood out conspicuously being the only
    boy in the room wearing any pants.
    	"Take your pants off," Tony told Jimmy.
    	"Yeah, do like the rest of us," Luke said.
    	Jimmy had his reservations about stripping to his diaper in spite
    of the fact that he was among nearly a dozen other boys who didn't have
    any pants on. The group then started chanting, 'take them off! Take
    them off! Take them off!'"
    	Apparently, this chanting was too much for Mom to handle. She
    came into the room and asked if Aaron had arrived yet. I looked at the
    clock above the fireplace and it said 11:05.
    	"Not yet," I said.
    	"Can you boys go out to the garage and wait there until Aaron
    shows up?" Mom asked us.
    	"Isn't dad out there?" I asked Mom.
    	"No, he came in while you were standing at the door talking to
    whoever," Mom said.
    	I led the group of diaper-clad boys out to the garage, directing
    them through the kitchen. Some of them hadn't removed their shoes and
    left tracks across the kitchen floor. Cindy watched and smiled as she
    videotaped the procession of padded posteriors.
    	I then realized that I had forgotten to stick my club pin into my
    shirt and went into my room to get it. Tony asked me to grab his pin
    from his bag while I was in there. I then went back out to the garage
    and watched for Aaron and Diane to pull up. The clock in the garage
    said 11:13, although it ran a couple minutes fast.
    	"Where the hell is Aaron?" I said as I leaned against the garage
    door and peered out onto the driveway, watching the raindrops pelting
    the puddles. In the meantime, the group began chanting again to get
    Jimmy to take off his pants. He finally gave in and took them off,
    drawing much applause from the boys.
    	"There, doesn't that feel better?" I said as I put my arm around
    him.
    	"Yeah, I guess it does, since you guys are all in diapers, too,"
    Jimmy said. I then looked at his diaper. It was a disposable, the same
    cheap brand that had failed on him in the middle of running the mile.
    The diaper was visibly used as it was wet and yellowed in the front. I
    asked Jimmy how his diaper was doing.
    	"I'm gonna have to change soon," he said as he looked down at the
    swollen materials around his crotch.
    	"You wanna try a Thickies?" I offered.
    	"Sure," he said. "I've been wanting to try them."
    	"Because of how they work or how they look?" I asked him.
    	"How they work," he said. "Although I do like how they look on
    you, too."
    	"Then take a look at this," I said as I bent over to give him the
    best view I felt I could give anyone of my diapers.
    	"You want cloth or disposable?" I asked him.
    	"I'd like to try cloth, that is, if you aren't already wearing
    all of your cloth diapers right now."
    	"I got lots more," I said.
    	"We're not going to have time, Chris," Tony said. "Aaron should
    be here any minute."
    	"Yeah, you're right," I said. "I'm sure Aaron would be happy to
    let you try his cloth diapers."
    	Cindy then came out to the garage and asked what all the cheering
    and clapping was about. I picked up Jimmy's pants and then tossed them
    over to Cindy.
    	"These," I said. "Jimmy took his pants off."
    	"Then I guess he won't be needing them for awhile," Cindy said.
    	"That's why I threw them over to you," I said.
    	"Hey, wait, what is she gonna do with my pants?" Jimmy asked.
    	"You'll get 'em back, don't worry," I told Jimmy. "You just won't
    be wearing them for now."
    	Some of the boys were getting bored out in the garage while
    waiting for Aaron to show up. My watch showed 11:15, so I was really
    starting to wonder where Aaron could be. I figured if Todd or Josh had
    any intentions of showing up they would have by now. Since they weren't
    there, I dismissed the possibility that they would appear.
    	Most of the boys were keeping themselves occupied somehow. Tony
    was picking up sawdust and dumping it into Bryce's plastic pants. Bryce
    then tried to retaliate by doing the same to Tony.
    	"Hey, man, I got disposables on, I don't want that shit itching
    my balls!"
    	"That's why you should wear cloth then," Bryce commented as he
    pulled down his plastic pants and shook the sawdust out of them.
    	Luke and Nathan were playing with some of dad's tools. Luke was
    holding a pair of pliers and gently pinching Nathan's nose with it.
    Luke said, "this is what you do when you don't want to smell my poopy
    diapers."
    	Derek and Steven had opened up a jar of nails.
    	"Bend over, Steven!" Derek said as he held one of the longer
    nails in his hand. "Betcha you won't feel this if I poke your butt with
    it."
    	"No!" Steven said.
    	"Ahh come on," Derek said. "I bet you I could sit on this nail
    and it wouldn't make it all the way through my thick diapers."
    	I walked over to Derek and asked him to put my dad's nails away
    and asked Luke and Nathan to set my dad's tools down. At this point I
    finally saw Diane and Aaron pull up alongside the street.
    	"Okay boys, we're going to Aaron's house!" I said. We then
    retreated back into the house so that we could all get our shoes and
    jackets. Dad didn't care for having nearly a dozen diaper-clad boys
    interfere with watching his football game on TV as we all filed back
    into the living room before going out to meet Aaron and Diane.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 127
    ----------------------------

    	"Outside boys, all of you," Dad commanded us.
    	"We're going, Dad, I said. "We just needed to get our stuff."
    	While the boys were getting their coats and shoes on Tony and I
    gathered up the meeting materials and Derek made sure to get his
    drawings, too. I handed Tony some of the materials for the meeting and
    told him to lead everyone outside while I found mom to ask her if I
    could take the video camera with me to the meeting.
    	"Yes, but be very careful with it, and don't let anyone else play
    with it," Mom said sternly.
    	"Can Diane use the camera?" I asked Mom.
    	"Diane," Mom said, unsure of the name.
    	"Aaron's sister, you know," I said. "She'll do most of the
    videotaping."
    	"Okay, but you're responsible for the camera, just remember
    that," Mom told me firmly.
    	"Thanks, Mom," I said as I gave her a hug before I left.
    	"Have fun, Chris," Mom said, not that I had any doubts about
    having fun today.
    	I quickly ran into my room to grab the things that Tony couldn't
    get, such as Aaron's T-shirt as well as mine and Tony's diaper changes,
    which I consolidated into my duffel bag. I gave my father a quick "bye
    Dad!" and then I went out to join the other boys. They were starting to
    file into the back of the pickup. I decided that this would make a good
    video shot, seeing all the white diaper butts sticking out as each boy
    climbed into the back of the pickup with the rest of them standing in a
    line. Not since Tony and I participated in the photo shoot for Thickies
    diapers had I ever seen so many diapered boy butts (I could almost
    smell them, even from a distance). I set my other things down and took
    some video of the boys who were waiting in the rain to climb into the
    back of the pickup. Before I started taping I quickly checked to make
    sure that Cindy had put in a tape that was designated for shooting
    pictures of me and my friends in diapers, which, fortunately it was. I
    stood underneath the overhang where I kept dry as I shot the video.
    Diane was standing behind the pickup, giving the boys a boost as the
    bed of the pickup was up fairly high. Knowing Diane, this gave her an
    excuse to touch the diapered butts of all the boys she and Aaron would
    be hosting during the meeting. Derek and Steven were the last to climb
    in. I zoomed the video all the way in on Derek's butt as Diane's hands
    pushed on his very thickly padded rump to help him get in. Diane then
    lifted Steven up onto the open tailgate, where he then crawled in.
    	Diane then waved at me and said, "okay, your turn!"
    	I shut the camera off and then picked up the other things and
    carried them over with me.
    	"Who's riding up front with you?" I asked Diane.
    	"Aaron and his two friends," Diane said. "There's no room, so
    you'll have to ride in back, if that's okay."
    	"Fine with me," I said with a smile. "The view will be nicer back
    there, nothing against Aaron, of course."
    	"Get your diapered butt in there!" Diane said as she slapped my
    behind as hard as she could. "I'm getting wet out here!"
    	"I'm already wet," I said as I ran my hands vigorously over my
    crotch. Diane just smiled at me.
    	"Hey, you wanna videotape me climbing into the back of the
    pickup?" I asked Diane.
    	"Sure," she said. "How about get Aaron out here so that he can
    shoot a shot of me giving you a little boost?"
    	With this I ran up to the cab and asked Aaron to get out and
    explained what we were doing. I looked at his two friends, whom I
    thought made very cute diaper boys, and I assumed they were diaper
    boys. My assumption was indeed proven to be correct, but as Aaron
    hopped out all I caught was a glimpse of the two boys' bare legs and
    striped-sock-clad ankles, and a flash of white where their diapers
    were. It was a big enough flash to indicate that Diane had done her
    diapering on them.
    	Diane had set the camera inside on the pickup bed to keep it out
    of the rain while she was waiting for Aaron. Aaron took hold of the
    camera and began the taping. Diane suggested that we repeat the scene
    where she was complaining about getting wet. With this, she tugged on
    her dripping hair and said, "I'm getting wet!" The next scene showed me
    rubbing my crotch saying "I already am wet!"
    	"And poopy!" Diane said as I turned around and positioned myself
    on the tailgate, sticking my butt out prominently as Diane slapped it
    and said, "now get your poopy diaper butt in there!"
    	I felt rest assured that Aaron would get some good shots of Diane
    pushing up on my diapered rump as I got into the back of the pickup. I
    continued to crawl my way in to prolong the "southern exposure" shot,
    so to speak. Aaron then had us all wave and say "Hi, we're all diaper
    boys!" in unison. He then handed me the camera and Diane closed up the
    tailgate and the door to the camper shell.
    	There wasn't much room inside the small space we had in the back
    of the pickup, but at least we were keeping dry, except for our
    diapers, of course. We were all sitting on the bags that contained
    everyone's diaper changes, not that our butts weren't already
    sufficiently cushioned. I took video of the eight other boys all
    crammed into the back of the pickup while we took the ride back to
    Aaron's house. Tony took some shots of me as well. As we had to travel
    along a busy thoroughfare, this gave us an idea to have fun with the
    other motorists. Tony, Luke, Nathan and myself volunteered to press our
    diapered butts up against the window of the door to the camper shell,
    thus diaper-mooning the lucky people in the car behind us who got to
    see this sight. To capture their reaction on video, Jay positioned
    himself beneath us and aimed the video camera through the glass right
    at the bottom. He kept his head out of view. The occupants would be too
    shocked about seeing four diaper butts to notice the camera, anyway.
    	Diane was stopped at a red light. The people in the car behind us
    were a lady who looked to be in her mid 30's, and her three daughters,
    I assumed. Two of the girls were in the back seat. The girls looked to
    be between 6 and 12 years old.
    	"Perfect!" I said with a smile as I anticipated the reaction the
    girls and their mom would all get once we made our move. We all
    squatted down beneath the tailgate and prepared ourselves to
    simultaneously show our diapered butts to the unsuspecting people
    behind us.
    	My heart was racing. The excitement was really building now. I
    knew we would have to act soon since the light would change soon. I led
    the count.
    	"Okay guys, ready... one...two...THREE!"
    	All four of us stuck our butts up against the glass and we were
    all laughing. How I would have loved to see the reaction of the girls
    live, but of course we'd get to see it on tape. I did get to see their
    reaction at the end as they raced ahead of us in the other lane. All
    three of the girls were still staring.
    	"What did they do, Jay?" I asked him as I was still trying to
    recover from my laughter.
    	"The mom had this kind of look on her face," Jay demonstrated by
    opening his eyes and his mouth as wide as he could. "The girls were
    surprised, too, but they were pointing and laughing afterwards."
    	"I can't wait to show it to Aaron!" I said. I grabbed the camera
    and previewed the last few seconds of the video in the viewfinder. I
    started busting up laughing again.
    	"Too bad we couldn't see what that looked like from their point
    of view," Luke commented.
    	"We can recreate the scene at Aaron's house after we're parked. I
    can just dub in a couple seconds of it over the video we just shot."
    	"Let's do that again!" Nathan said. "That was fun!"
    	"Can we do it this time? Derek asked.
    	"Sure!" I said. "Who else wants to do it?"
    	I looked at Jimmy. He gave a nervous smile and said, "unh unh,
    nooooo wayyyy!" while shaking his head.
    	"How about you, Jay?" I asked him. He hesitated at first, but
    then agreed to do it.
    	"What the hell, you only live once," he said.
    	"Who's gonna fill the fourth spot?" I asked, pointing to the
    vacancy. Before anyone could answer, I agreed to do it again and nobody
    contested me. Luke decided to be the cameraman this time. Diane was
    slowing down for another red light. As traffic was heavy, there was
    another car behind us right away.
    	"Who do we got this time?" I asked Luke.
    	"An old fart and his wife, and two boys in the back, probably
    their grandsons," Luke replied while laughing.
    	"YEAH!" I cheered. "This one ought to be good, too! How old do
    the boys look?"
    	"I'd say nine and eleven or so," Luke said. "Maybe they'll want
    to try wearing diapers after seeing us wearing them."
    	"It's always a possibility," I said. Once again, we got into our
    positions and I led the count. On three we sprang the surprise on the
    elderly couple and their grandsons.
    	"Oh my God!" Luke exclaimed, sounding surprised before he burst
    into laughter.
    	"What happened?" I asked him. Luke couldn't stop laughing.
    	"What happened?" I asked again.
    	"Her dentures fell out!" Luke said. He set the camera down and
    rolled on what little space there was on the floor. All of us were
    roaring loudly, loudly enough to get Aaron and his buddies to turn
    around and see what was going on.
    	"I wish Aaron were back here!" I said while I videotaped the
    entire group of boys laughing their diapered butts off.
    	We had moved ahead of the old couple as they were driving slowly.
    Another car had moved into place behind us.
    	"Wanna do it again?" Luke asked.
    	"Nah, we're getting close to Aaron's place now," I said. "I think
    we've shocked enough people by now."
    	The air in the back of the pickup was getting foul from the odors
    of the wet and poopy diapers that we were all wearing. I imagined that
    most of us wet our diapers some more after laughing so much; it was
    enough to make me poop in my diapers, too. I decided to open the door
    on the camper shell to allow the fetid air to blow out and replace it
    with the rain-freshened air.
    	We got to Aaron's house and all of us were all pumped up and
    excited from the diaper-mooning fun we had on the way over.
    	"What were you guys doing back here?" Diane asked us as she
    opened the tailgate for us.
    	"You'll see when you watch the video," I said.
    	"Oh no, this I gotta see!" Diane said.
    	We filed out of the pickup and gathered in the driveway. I got
    out first so that I could get a shot of everyone's butt as they climbed
    out of the pickup. Aaron asked us what we did and I told him that we
    were diaper-mooning the people behind us.
    	"We got their reaction to it on tape, too!" I said.
    	"I can't wait to see it!" Aaron said.
    	Aaron's two friends were standing behind him. One of them had
    blonde hair, the other one red. They made very cute diaper boys, I
    thought. Both boys were very abundantly diapered and they seemed to be
    comfortable about standing outside in view of the neighbors. Diane's
    diapering job on them dwarfed their skinny legs.
    	"Oh guys, these are my friends Jason and Peter," Aaron introduced
    his buddies to the rest of the group. I then introduced Jay and Jimmy
    to Aaron, as these were the only two boys he hadn't yet met.
    	"We'll have plenty of stories to exchange with all of our guests
    being here," I said.
    	The rain had slowed a little, and the big willow tree that
    towered above Aaron's house sheltered us from most of the rain that was
    still coming down, but it looked like more was on the way as I looked
    to the west, the direction from which most storms around here came. I
    figured this was a good opportunity to re-create and dub into the video
    the diaper-mooning scene from the vantage point of the "victims" whose
    eyes and minds we either assaulted or amused. I had Diane operate the
    camera. Being that she works in her parents' photo shop where they sell
    video cameras, she knew how to dub in a scene on the camera. Since the
    audio track would be retained, the new scene would appear to be
    seamless to the unknowing viewer. I cued the video up to just before
    the reaction of the people's faces appeared. I then took my position
    along with the other boys, each of us taking the same positions as
    before for authenticity purposes. We had to do this very quickly so
    that the initial reaction would not be erased. I instructed Diane to
    cue the tape forward and then do another dubbed shot of our diapered
    derrieres. We did the same thing with the second incident. I told Diane
    to be very careful and to not record over the scene where the
    grandmother's dentures fall out.
    	"Okay, it's a wrap!" Diane said as she took the last dubbed shot
    of Derek, Steven, Jay and myself diaper-mooning out the back window.
    	"More like a dozen wraps!" I said as I counted the number of
    diaper-white butts, including my own.
    	"Let's go watch the video!" Luke said. As Diane led us into the
    house I took a video shot of her back with her long hair leading down
    to her big rear end, clad in silk navy blue track pants with white
    stripes running down the sides. Below her big behind was her large
    thick thighs. Standing five feet eight inches tall, she filled my
    vision of a perfect babysitter, this perfection dictated by her size
    and thus her presumed dominance. How lucky Aaron was to have her for a
    sister.
    	"And here's the only one *not* in diapers here, but of course,
    that's because she's a girl, right guys?" I said as I narrated. Many of
    the boys nodded and agreed with this statement.
    	Diane led us into the house and directed us to take our seats in
    the large living room. They had one of those big wrap-around couches,
    which made it easy to accommodate the ten boys who would be watching
    Tony and me direct the meeting.
    	What surprised me was all the video equipment that had been set
    up in the room. It looked like Diane and Aaron were wanting to make a
    Hollywood-esque production of the diaper meeting. All I needed was a
    simple home video of the meeting, but with Aaron's and Diane's parents
    owning a camera shop, they had access to such equipment. There were
    three cameras all mounted on tripods. Two of them were behind the couch
    and one of them was up front, facing the couch and the group of boys.
    Wires and cables were strewn everywhere, all leading into some mixer
    board of some sort with several sliders and buttons on it. Connected to
    this was another VCR and a small TV.
    	"So what do you think?" Aaron asked us.
    	"Are we in your living room or in a TV studio?" I asked Aaron.
    	"Both," he said. "We do this with all our home videos. You should
    see my last birthday party video. We add in music and sound effects
    later on. We can watch it after the meeting."
    	"I appreciate all the trouble you went to for videotaping the
    meeting, but isn't this a tad bit of overkill?" I asked Aaron as I was
    marveled by all the video equipment.
    	"Nah," Aaron said. "I want to send our meeting video to the
    D.B.A. club, so I want it to look really good."
    	"I'm sure it will look good," I said.
    	Aaron went on to explain that he had talked to Bobby, the founder
    of the D.B.A. club, and Linda, his mother, about compiling a video of
    highlights from videos sent in from other club meetings as well as
    diaper videos of the members of the club. I know I would have plenty of
    material to contribute here.
    	"I guess I didn't really need to bring my camera, did I?"
    	"I'm glad you did bring it, look at that funny video you shot in
    the back of the truck!"
    	"Oh yeah, he he," I said. "They'd probably use that one in the
    compilation video."
    	"Not only that, but I really think they'd air your video on
    'America's Funniest'," Aaron said, persuading me to consider submitting
    the video.
    	"I'd love to send it in, but my parents would shit purple
    Twinkies sideways if they saw what we were doing on there."
    	"That I'd like to see," Aaron commented.
    	"If you were shitting purple Twinkies, I'd be the first to know
    since I change your diapers," Diane said to her little brother. Aaron
    laughed at this as did myself and Tony.
    	"I'll think about sending in the video," I said. "I just don't
    know how to get it past my parents."
    	"We'll send it in for you," Diane offered. "Then your parents can
    flip out when they see it aired."
    	"That might work," I said. "I'd even give you some of the prize
    money if it makes it into the top three."
    	"If it makes it into the top three you guys will have to go to
    the taping."
    	"Maybe my parents wouldn't care at that point if they were going
    to get at least $2,000 out of it, in case we come in third place."
    	"I think you've got a ten thousand dollar video, Chris," Aaron
    said. "Your parents won't care what you did at that point."
    	"Maybe not," I said. "If they know me the way they do, perhaps
    they won't be so surprised after all."
    	A moment later Aaron asked me if he could use my camera.
    	"What for?" I asked. "You got three of them set up already."
    	"We'll use yours as a fourth camera," he said. "We'll just plug
    it into the board and mix it in with shots from the other three
    cameras," Aaron said. He then waddled into the spare room where they
    kept all this stuff and he came back out a moment later with some
    cables. He plugged the camera I had brought into the mixer, giving us
    four vantage points now from which to videotape the meeting.
    	Diane left the room to make a phone call, asking her friend Karen
    to come over to help with the video production.
    	"You ought to some see all the diapered boys we have here!" Diane
    said to her friend, whom I hadn't met nor even knew of her existence.
    	"We're doing a big video production of the diaper club meeting
    that Aaron is in," Diane said as she explained the reason to invite
    Karen over."
    	Before the meeting itself was started, we all watched the video I
    made, starting with the scenes that Cindy had taken of us before Diane
    and Aaron showed up. Most of all, we wanted to see the video that we
    had just made of ourselves diaper-mooning the motorists behind us.
    Everybody in the room was laughing. Diane started up the other video
    cameras and recorded everyone's laughter as we watched the diaper-
    mooning video.
    	"You should send this in to 'America's Funniest Home Videos!'"
    Luke suggested.
    	"There's a lot of stuff we could send in of my diaper videos, but
    they'd probably turn us down for it," I said.
    	"I don't know, this one may be worth ten thousand dollars,"
    Nathan commented. "Especially the lady whose dentures popped out!"
    	"At least we'll might national exposure," Tony said.
    	"We already do," I said. "Our Thickies ads will be coming out
    soon, you know."
    	"Yeah, but not everyone reads parents' and women's magazines,"
    Tony replied. "Most kids don't read them, except the ones who like to
    look for diaper ads like we do."
    	"Lots of kids watch 'America's Funniest Home Videos' you know,"
    Bryce said.
    	"Yeah, just think of all the boys who will see it and maybe want
    to wear diapers like us!" Derek said gleefully as he pulled up on the
    front of his diapers.
    	"Or all the girls who see it and will want to see their brothers
    going around in diapers!" Aaron remarked.
    	Diane had been taking in all of our comments about the video we
    had just shot as we kept rewinding it and watching it over and over
    again.
    	"Not to piss on your parade, diaper boys," Diane broke in, "but
    did it ever occur to you guys that maybe, just maybe somewhere in this
    great, vast country of ours that there just *might* be a girl who would
    like to wear diapers?"
    	I looked at Tony, who then looked at me. We then looked at Bryce,
    who shrugged and then looked at Nathan and Luke, who then looked at
    Derek and Steven. They returned the same surprised look at was going
    around the group, stopping with Aaron's friends Jason and Peter who
    were seated at the opposite end of the couch. All of this transpired in
    about two seconds.
    	"Nahhh!" came a unanimous reply from several of us a moment later
    as we dismissed this notion.
    	"The thought never crossed my mind!" I said.
    	"Yeah, diapers are for BOYS!" Derek asserted. Steven then
    mimicked his big brother, gestures and all.
    	"Why did you even say that?" Tony asked sounding stunned, feeling
    that Diane had taken the wind out of his sails just as we were all
    having so much fun relishing the fact that we only recognized boys as
    diaper lovers.
    	"You're not trying to tell us that *you* want to wear diapers, do
    you?" Bryce asked Diane.
    	"If I did, I wouldn't be wearing these pants, now would I?" Diane
    said as she pointed out her distinguishing attire that covered her long
    legs. The fact that she was wearing any attire to cover her legs was
    distinguishing enough.
    	"I'm just playing devil's advocate, you know. Besides, I like to
    see just how resolute you all are when it comes to diapers and boys,"
    Diane told us.
    	After having watched the video for the fourth time or so and
    rewinding it again we decided to let it run to the end of the taping,
    showing the scene that I had shot of us getting out of the back of the
    pickup and going into the house. Everybody laughed when I zoomed in on
    Diane's rotund-bunned track pants and commented on her lack of diapers
    for being a girl.
    	"Hey, who took a picture of my butt?" Diane asked.
    	"Who don't you see in the video?" Aaron asked her. Since I was
    the only one who didn't appear in this shot, Diane determined that it
    was me who took the shot.
    	"Chris!" she said. "Now you stop taking pictures of my ass!"
    	"Sorry," I said as I felt my face blush. The sight of her
    backside in those slick track pants appealed to the side of my
    sexuality that was directed towards buxom females. I thought Diane was
    truly upset, but she quickly allayed my guilt by smiling and putting
    her arm around me.
    	"I'm just kidding, sweetie," she said. "I can't help it if I have
    an attractive butt."
    	"Well, let's get the meeting started," Tony said.
    	Diane brought out a card table for Tony and me to use for our
    meeting materials. Aaron had printed up a banner that read "D.B.A."
    with a clip-art image of a boy in diapers bending over on each side. He
    hung the banner on the front of the table. A similar, but larger banner
    was taped up on the wall behind us and was colored in with crayon. They
    were really determined to make quite a production of this whole thing.
    	As I stared at Aaron's hugely diapered butt while he was taping
    up the banner I realized that he wasn't wearing his official club T-
    shirt yet. The shirt he had on was fairly short and had been purposely
    trimmed up by Diane so that Aaron's diapers would show more, but it
    still kept the top half of his diapers covered up. His shirt was pinned
    to his diapers, of course, each pin about a half inch apart at the
    most.
    	"Hey, Derek, here's your shirt," I said as I handed it to him.
    	"Thanks!" he said. "It's gonna take me awhile to undo Diane's pin
    job here."
    	"You have plenty of helpers here," I said. With this, Tony, Luke
    and I all worked on removing his pins. Diane had the other video
    cameras running and recording this event from several angles. She
    recruited Jay to handle my camera and to take close-up shots of us
    unpinning Aaron's shirt from his diapers while she controlled the video
    mixer and switched shots around. Derek sat on his knees and was
    collecting the pins, making a chain out of them. Nathan then joined him
    and they built the chain from both ends. By the time they were done
    they made a chain of diaper pins over four feet long. Nathan stood at
    four feet seven inches and the chain came up to his nose. We used
    Nathan's height to determine the length of the chain.
    	Aaron then put on his new club T-shirt. Aaron and Diane both
    loved seeing how the shirt did little to interfere with the exposure of
    his Thickies diapers.
    	"Now for the pins," Luke said. "What happened to them?"
    	I looked behind me and I saw Derek playing jump rope with the
    chain he and Nathan had made.
    	"Derek, we need those pins," I called to him, so he stopped and
    handed over the makeshift jump rope.
    	"It's harder to jump rope with a bunch of diapers on," Derek
    said.
    	Minutes later Aaron had his club T-shirt pinned up onto him. He
    transferred his club pin from his old shirt and stuck it into his club
    shirt. At about this time Diane's friend Karen showed up.
    	"Oh my God!" she exclaimed while trying not to laugh. "This is
    unbelievable!"
    	"Well, seeing is believing," Diane said.
    	"Look at all you boys wearing diapers!" Karen said as she was
    still giggling and amazed at the sight she saw. "I didn't think there
    were so many diaper freaks out there!"
    	Diane showed Karen how to operate the video camera I had brought
    along. She didn't even have to start and stop the tape since it would
    all be recorded by the VCR into which the three other cameras were also
    connected via the mixer console.
    	"Just move around and zoom in on their diapers every now and
    then," Diane instructed.
    	"Be sure to get plenty of butt shots," I said as I diaper-mooned
    Karen.
    	"Okay, we ready?" Tony asked.
    	"Ready!" I said. Everyone settled onto the couch while Tony and I
    got our stuff ready for the long-awaited meeting. Diane took her seat
    at the console she had set up to monitor the video production of this
    whole thing. Since they had gone to all this trouble to videotape the
    event, Tony and wanted to make sure it would be worthwhile.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 128
    ----------------------------

    	I called to order the meeting. I started by taking note of those
    who were present. All seven of the current members were there as well
    as a lot of guests, hopefully future members. Next came the collecting
    of dues. Again, Tony and I agreed to pitch in and help Derek pay his
    portion. All of the other boys were able to pay on their own. With that
    little bit of business out of the way, Tony and I moved on to the list
    of items that we had on our agenda.
    	There were four issues for us to vote on regarding the club's
    membership requirements. In my packet of materials for this month's
    meeting I was sent several copies of the ballots that were to be
    checked off and submitted by the club's members. The ballots read as
    follows:

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

    D.B.A. DIAPER CLUB SEPTEMBER 1993 OFFICIAL BALLOT
    ===========================================================

    ISSUE 1: SHOULD D.B.A. BE DESIGNATED AS AN ALL BOYS CLUB?

    Statement of purpose:

    D.B.A. was originally intended to include both boys and girls for the
    sake of fairness. However, our initial membership rosters showed that
    the vast majority of its members were boys upon the inception of the
    club. It was expected that the club would consist of a majority of
    boys, but this majority has far exceeded our expectations with over 98%
    of its initial membership being boys. The few girls who became members
    have since then withdrawn their memberships because of the high
    majority of boys along with several other reasons that will be cited in
    next month's newsletter. Because of this, our rosters now show a
    virtually all-boy membership.

    Please indicate your choice below:

    ( ) YES, I want D.B.A. to only allow boys in its membership.
    ( ) NO, I want D.B.A. to allow both boys and girls in its membership.

    ISSUE 2: SHOULD GIRLS BE RECOGNIZED AS ASSISTANT CLUB MEMBERS?

    Statement of purpose:

    While very few girls have shown any interest in being diaper-wearing
    members of the D.B.A. club (as explained in Issue No. 1) many more
    girls have expressed interest in being recognized as assistants to the
    club. Most of these girls are sisters, babysitters and friends of the
    boys. They have told us that they provide valuable services for the
    club meetings such as changing diapers, taking pictures and running
    errands for the boys, as the boys are often in diapers only and not
    dressed decently enough to appear in public to make such errands. These
    girls feel that they are part of the club, even though they do not wear
    diapers themselves, and would like to be recognized as having a role in
    the club's activities.

    Please indicate your choice below:

    ( ) YES, I want D.B.A. to recognize girls as assistant club members.
    ( ) NO, I do not want D.B.A. to recognize girls as assistant club
    members.

    ISSUE 3: SHOULD NON-24/7 DIAPER WEARERS BE ALLOWED TO BECOME MEMBERS?

    Statement of purpose:

    The original purpose of D.B.A. was to establish a group that recognizes
    kids who wear diapers full-time. Many more kids have indicated that
    they would like to become members of the club, but cannot do so because
    they either only wear diapers for bedtime, or they can only wear
    diapers at certain times (i.e. when home alone or with friends who wear
    diapers full time). Other kids indicate that they wear diapers full-
    time for wetting, but elect to use the toilet for bowel movements.
    While this goes against D.B.A.'s philosophy of complete non-use of
    toilets, we understand that not all kids are willing to wear soiled
    diapers or are not allowed to use their diapers for this purpose. We
    realize that a much larger membership base can be achieved by easing
    the membership requirements. 24/7 diaper wearers would still be
    recognized by being issued a special pin that designates them as 24/7
    diaper wearers. Likewise, those among the 24/7 diaper wearers would be
    further recognized as those who exclusively use diapers for all
    elimination, and for those who only use diapers for wetting.

    Please indicate your choice below:

    ( ) YES, I want D.B.A. to include members who do not wear diapers 24/7.
    ( ) NO, I want D.B.A. to continue to only allow members who wear
    diapers 24.7.

    ISSUE 4: SHOULD MEMBERS BE GIVEN THE OPTION OF PAYING NO DUES OR PAYING
    DUES AT LOWER RATES AND STILL BE RECOGNIZED AS MEMBERS?

    Statement of purpose:

    As also indicated by the statement of purpose on Issue No. 3, we feel
    that we can attain an even higher membership base by not requiring that
    members pay dues in order to be recognized as members. We also feel
    that by proposing smaller amounts on paying dues that some members
    would be willing to pay them for the privileges that they would receive
    in return. Those who do pay higher dues will be entitled to more
    privileges, which are covered in detail down below.

    The following membership structure is proposed as follows:

    Membership      Amount     Privileges
    Level           per month

    Diaper Pin      $0         Member receives club pin(s) and
                               may participate in meeting
                               discussions and contribute
                               submissions to newsletter.
                               Members will have name and
                               brief description of
                               themselves listed in roster and
                               can make pen pals with other
                               diaper wearers. Members will
                               also receive regular club
                               mailings and abbreviated
                               newsletters.

    Plastic Pants  $10         "Diaper Pin" privileges, plus
                               receives club T-shirt and
                               monthly newsletter.

    Cloth Diaper   $20         "Plastic Pants" privileges, plus
                               receives monthly color copy of
                               club photo album and either
                               free or reduced prices on
                               stories.

    Thickies       $35         "Cloth Diaper" privileges, plus
    Diaper                     receives monthly club video,
                               discounts on Thickies diapers,
                               and will be invited to attend
                               annual D.B.A. Jamboree.

    Details regarding each membership level will be covered by your
    Director. This proposal is tentative and is subject to change prior to
    its implementation. Please do not mark your vote until this discussion
    has taken place.

    Please indicate your choice below:

    ( ) YES, I would like to see the proposed membership dues structure
    described above to be implemented.
    ( ) NO, I would like the current membership structure to be maintained
    as it is.

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

    	I read through the ballot items, making my own comments as I went
    along. We all cheered when I read that over 98% of the initial club's
    membership was boys and that the few girls who had joined the club had
    already withdrawn from it. Given the atmosphere that was present in our
    meetings, girls certainly wouldn't feel welcome and wouldn't feel
    comfortable sitting around in just diapers among the boys. Besides, in
    my mind, such girls didn't even exist.
    	"Let 'em start their own club!" Nathan shouted.
    	"Yeah, maybe they'll have, I don't know, three members,
    nationwide that is," his brother Luke added. We all laughed at this.
    While casting a vote on the ballot was a formality for the club, it was
    abundantly clear that the vote was unanimously in favor of making the
    club strictly for boys.
    	The next item regarding allowing girls to be recognized as club
    assistants was also met with unanimous approval. Diane was certainly
    interested in being formally recognized as a club assistant, especially
    as she would be providing transportation for all the subsequent
    meetings, that on top of her role in photographing and videotaping the
    meetings, and of course, changing diapers. If this motion was approved,
    Diane and any other girls who wanted to become assistant members would
    receive a T-shirt that they could wear at the meetings. Diane wanted
    hers to say "Designated Diaper Changer." Assistants wouldn't be
    obligated to pay dues, but were welcome to contribute.
    	The third item regarding non-24/7 members being in the club was
    debated. Tony, for one, felt that being a member of the D.B.A. club
    meant being recognized as a true, bona fide and utmost diaper boy, one
    who absolutely abstains from using toilets and finds wearing diapers to
    be the greatest pleasure there is and is an ultimate privilege of
    boyhood. I agreed with him on this, but I also felt that boys who wear
    diapers to a lesser degree should also be entitled to having as much
    fun with their diapers as they can.
    	Aaron sided with Tony in saying that by having more members this
    would mean that the meetings would become too large for even him and
    Diane to host at their house. He did have a point there, so we
    discussed contingency plans on what to do if the membership became too
    large to accommodate meetings in one household. While summer meetings
    would be easy enough to conduct outdoors, winter was coming and we
    weren't going to be holding meetings outside then, even if we did
    decide to wear pants, which would seem inappropriate for our club as it
    promotes wearing diapers out in the open, much in the same way nudists
    promote wearing nothing, albeit not for sexual gratification.
    	"We could split the meetings into two sessions," Bryce suggested.
    We agreed that this was a good idea should it become necessary.
    	"Or we could use the school auditorium," Aaron's friend Peter
    mentioned.
    	"Yeah, right, like they're gonna just let us come into the school
    on Saturday and set up our own little meeting there," Aaron's other
    friend contested. It would be convenient indeed, but it was unlikely
    that Aaron's school would let us come in to use their auditorium.
    	The other members seemed to favor having non 24-7'ers join the
    club, arguing that if they are more involved with the club, they may
    feel more inclined to go 24/7, or at the very least will have the most
    fun they can have without their pants on and not worry about getting
    caught by their parents or other people. Tony conceded and agreed to
    cast his vote in favor of opening up the club to non 24/7 diaper
    wearers.
    	"Now we just have to promote it somehow," Luke said. "There's
    probably a lot of boys at school who like to wear diapers, but they're
    stuck in the closet, so to speak."
    	"Yeah, I'll bet they all come out of the woodwork once they find
    out about our club," I said. "But they'd have to know about it."
    	"We could post flyers on the bulletin board at school," Aaron
    suggested.
    	"Yeah, and what do you think Mr. Horton would say about that?"
    Jason said, referring to their school's principal.
    	"You're probably right," Aaron conceded.
    	"We could print up flyers and post them all over town," I
    suggested. "Go into places like the supermarket and the laundry places,
    maybe the video arcade and places where lots of kids hang out."
    	"Good idea!" Tony remarked, now coming more into agreement with
    allowing more members to join our club.
    	"Maybe next summer we can try to recruit kids by going through
    the neighborhood and telling them about the club," Nathan suggested.
    	"Sure, and then get our butts kicked because most kids would
    think we're weirdos," Luke said.
    	"Let them kick our butts, we got DIAPERS on!" Nathan said as he
    got up and bent over in front of Luke, who took the liberty to
    literally kick his brother's diapered butt. Diane's friend Karen was
    sure to get the moment on tape.
    	"Then I'd wear diapers over your face, too," Luke said. "They'd
    probably punch you in the nose. Can you imagine going up to someone's
    door? (Luke pantomimes knocking on a door, making the appropriate sound
    effects) 'Uh, hello, ma'am, I'd like to tell you about our diaper club,
    got any boys?'"
    	Aaron then got in on the act, speaking in a fake lady voice.
    	"Uh yes, I do, come in, they're over there. They're in diapers
    because they're not potty trained and they love to shit in their
    diapers. Oops, I mean, poop in their diapers. Gosh, how unladylike it
    is for me to say that."
    	This little impromptu skit got everyone laughing, but I had to be
    realistic.
    	"I doubt that would happen, guys," I said. "Look, it'll be at
    least June before we can go out and do something like that."
    	"It's only the beginning of September," Nathan said. "There's
    still a few days of warm weather left. Let's go out tomorrow and try to
    recruit some new members."
    	"Depends on if it's still raining or not," Luke said.
    	I had to agree that it sounded fun to go around the neighborhood
    and promote our club and go up to little boys and tell them about the
    evils of toilet training and tell them how much more fun diapers are.
    We could hand out flyers and brochures and pamphlets and leaflets just
    like the church people like to do. I just wasn't sure if I could really
    go through with doing something like this, though.
    	"Any other ideas?" I asked the group.
    	"We could wear our D.B.A. shirts to school," Tony suggested.
    	"Yeah, but that might go against the dress code," Bryce
    commented.
    	"The dress code just says you can't wear shirts that have
    offensive art or language on them or shirts that advertise beer or
    tobacco or promote a religion," I said. "Our shirts have the D.B.A.
    logo, which includes a drawing of a thickly diapered boy bending over
    like on the Drypers package, and then on the back it says 'I proudly
    wear THICKIES diapers!' I don't think there's anything offensive about
    that."
    	"Yeah, because if they don't like it, then I'll come to school
    with the front of a Drypers package stuck onto the front of my shirt
    and ask them if they think it's offensive, and if they say no, I'll ask
    them what makes our club T-shirts any different," Tony said.
    	"Sure, go for it," I said to Tony.
    	"I will if they say I can't wear my D.B.A. shirt to school."
    	"These shirts don't come down very far, you know," Luke pointed
    out, demonstrating the special D.B.A. shirts would leave the stomach
    and the lower back exposed if worn as regular shirts, or if wearing
    Thickies disposable diapers, they'd show the top few inches of the
    diapers.
    	"These shirts are meant for wearing with Thickies diapers only,"
    Luke continued.
    	"Well, I have my Thickies shirt from the auditions we did last
    summer," I said to Tony. "We could wear those."
    	"Let's do, just to see what the kids at school say," Tony said.
    	"They already know you guys as well as the rest of us wear
    Thickies diapers anyway," Luke said.
    	By this point it seemed that we had come to the consensus that we
    would allow non-24/7 diaper wearers to be members. Maybe if this motion
    passed they'd have a contest to see which D.B.A. chapter could recruit
    the most members, with points being weighted based on the levels of
    membership of the new recruits. I decided to submit this suggestion
    along with our ballots and the meeting notes.
    	We came to the final item on the ballot regarding membership
    dues. I was in favor of the proposed membership structure that was
    outlined on the ballot, as was everyone else. I knew that several
    potential members, especially Jay, could not afford to pay dues, and a
    lot of younger boys didn't have the money to spend each month on
    staying in the diaper club. Even the $35 "Cloth Diaper" membership
    seemed a tad lofty for me and Tony. Being Directors, we were required
    to be "Cloth Diaper" members or hand over our duties to another member.
    If we couldn't do this, we'd have to discontinue our D.B.A. chapter,
    which was the last thing on earth I would ever do. In spite of this
    concern, Tony and I agreed to vote in favor of the new membership
    structure. We would discuss how to earn the extra money later on.
    	While the decision to go to a system of admitting members without
    paying dues as well as paying dues at a lower level was unanimously
    agreed upon, there were several questions regarding the extra
    privileges that would come with paying the higher dues. Tony and I
    covered most of these questions pretty well. One of the concerns was
    how mailings would be handled for members who do not want their parents
    to see it. Quite simply, the envelopes would be disguised. The club
    mailings would be appear to be sent from fictitious companies offering
    things like software, CD's, videos, etc., just about anything that
    would cover a boy's interests. Inside the envelopes would be a bogus
    cover letter, and then underneath it would be the "real" stuff.
    	"What's this about stories?" Bryce asked. I told him that D.B.A.
    would publish and distribute copies of stories, true or fiction, that
    were written by its members.
    	"Cool, because I have a couple stories that I wrote!" Aaron's
    friend Jason said loudly.
    	"I got a shitload of them myself," I said.
    	"Do you get anything for turning in a story?"
    	"Yeah, they'll either send you free diapers or give you a break
    on your membership dues or something like that," I answered. "They're
    still working out the details on that."
    	My meeting materials also instructed Tony and I to explain to the
    group what the long-term goal of the D.B.A. club was. The goal was to
    ultimately establish a club for kids (very likely soon to be for boys
    only) who love to wear diapers. It would be based on a similar diaper
    club already in existence, except that it was for adults only. It was
    called DPF, which stands for "Diaper Pail Friends." The DPF club, like
    D.B.A., was also based in California.
    	DPF has a detailed membership roster as well as a newsletter,
    plus it sells stories written by its members. DPF also sells diapers
    and adult-sized baby accessories. CKM mentioned that they would look
    into offering sleepers and onesies in their product lines, possibly
    eventually adding other baby accessories such as pacifiers and bottles,
    and even furniture (cribs, changing tables, and high chairs) for older
    kids.
    	Linda had obtained a copy of DPF's catalog. She then made copies
    of the catalog, blocking out some of the more "mature" passages that
    appeared in it, assuring us that we would likely have no interest in
    this particular content anyway, and then she made copies from this to
    send to each of the D.B.A. Club Directors. Tony and I had looked at it
    a few days before the meeting. I was most interested in the stories
    that were listed. Many of them looked to be good stories as they were
    about boys who wear diapers. I was surprised to see that there would be
    a lot of good stories about boys in the listing, considering that DPF
    was an adult's diaper club. Perhaps when we all become adults ourselves
    we'll all look back upon our boyhood days and cherish the fun we are
    now having with wearing diapers like the members of DPF must do.
    	I wanted to order some of these stories so badly! I figured that
    maybe Mom would let me order them. While the roster form indicated that
    you had to be at least eighteen to be listed and thus be a member, it
    didn't say anything about having to be eighteen to place an order. I
    decided to talk to Mom about it after I got home from the meeting.
    	If things went according to plan, D.B.A. would eventually attain
    a larger membership and a following like what DPF seemed to have
    established in its thirteen year history. D.B.A. would be like DPF, but
    for kids. I couldn't wait to see all the stories that I expected to be
    sent in and made available through the club. I had a good feeling that
    my story about how I first got put into diapers would be a hit. Quite
    simply, I called the story "Diaper Desires."
    	While many of the DPF stories looked good, I was put off by some
    of them, namely the ones where it described boys being treated as
    girls. EEUUGGHH!! "What the fuck is THIS shit?!!" I thought, even
    shouted when I first saw it. Goddammit, diapers are for BOYS, and
    making GIRLS out of boys who wear diapers just seemed so highly
    abominable at best! It went against the very pure, fundamental notion
    that I have always tenaciously held about diapers and boys for as long
    as I can remember, which was ever since I was four years old. Seeing
    this utterly unpardonable and most disgraceful desecration of diaper-
    wearing boys further strengthened my ambition and my utmost
    determination to help establish the D.B.A. diaper club so that would
    exclusively be for boys. Just seeing that this sort of thing went on,
    even if only in fiction, made me feel so highly indignant. I was so
    disgusted by seeing these tarnished stories listed that I blackened
    them out with a permanent marker before letting the group see the list
    of stories. I handed out the copy that I was sent and had the boys look
    at it so that they could also better understand what type of club
    D.B.A. was striving to become.
    	"Why are some of the stories marked out?" Peter asked.
    	"You don't want to know," I said.
    	"Are they bad stories?" he asked.
    	"Oh yeah, trust me, you wouldn't want to see them."
    	"I'm kind of curious what they were," Bryce asked.
    	"If you must know, they were stories about boys being treated as
    girls," I said, barely able to refrain from puking at the mere thought
    of this.
    	"What?!" Nathan exclaimed. "You mean, like wearing-- uhh--
    dresses?"
    	I couldn't bring myself to actually say "yes" to this question,
    so I just nodded,
    	"Yuck!" Luke exclaimed. "I'm sure glad I'm a boy and treated like
    one."
    	"What the hell's with the dresses and shit?" Jason remarked. "I
    hope nobody in our club is like this!"
    	"If they are I'll kick them out!" I said vehemently.
    	"We're diaper BOYS and we're always gonna be diaper BOYS!" Derek
    shouted loudly.
    	"Yeah, boys will be BOYS!" Aaron shouted with everyone else
    joining in the cheering. I know Mom would have kicked us out of the
    house by now if we had the meeting there, especially as rowdy as we
    were.
    	"Hey, can we have copies of this story list?" Bryce asked.
    Everyone else wanted a copy, too.
    	"You guys have a copier?" I asked Aaron.
    	"At the shop we do," he said.
    	"I'll stop by and get you guys some copies," Diane offered.
    	"You don't have to, but thanks anyway," I said to Diane.
    	"No, please allow me," Diane said kindly. "Anything to help keep
    you diaper boys happy."
    	"Thanks, Diane, you're so nice," I said to her as I handed her
    the story list.
    	"Let me do a nose count to see how many copies I need," Donna
    said.
    	"Hey, let's do a BUTT count instead!" Aaron suggested.
    	"Good idea, Aaron!" Diane said. "Butts are bigger than noses and
    easier to see, especially when they have big, white diapers on them!"
    	Diane then asked everyone to turn their butts to her so that she
    could count the number of boys present and thus determine the number of
    copies she would make of the story list. Everyone was having fun and
    they eagerly participated in the fun little games we were playing,
    although Jimmy was being the one hold-out. He hadn't said anything
    since he had gotten here and he seemed to be overwhelmed by how excited
    we all got over wearing diapers. Even Jay had loosened up and was
    laughing and cheering along with the rest of us. Finally, he gave in
    and turned his butt to Diane so that she could count it.
    	"Let's see, that's twelve diapered boy butts I count," Diane
    said.
    	A lot of the members were also interested in the color photo
    albums as well as the videos that would soon be available through the
    club. I wasn't really sure what to say about these things, except that
    the "photo albums" would be printed up to look like a magazine,
    complete with brief articles, if submitted, describing the photos and
    the kids who are in them. Artwork would also be printed in the photo
    albums. I knew Aaron could contribute to this very easily. The videos
    would include video excerpts from various D.B.A. meetings as well as
    video clips sent in by members of their own home videos of themselves
    in diapers. I had plenty of material to submit for this.
    	Everyone also wanted to know about was the Jamboree that was
    listed with the "Cloth Diaper" membership. I didn't have a lot of
    information on this, but the idea was for the "Cloth Diaper" members to
    be invited to an annual meeting to be held at a camp outside of Los
    Angeles. There was talk of allowing the lower members to come, too, but
    all of this was in its planning stages. In fact, the whole membership
    structure wasn't final. The club just wanted to get an idea to see if
    its existing members would adopt such a system. I had a good feeling
    that all four issues would pass, and D.B.A. would quickly grow to
    become the diaper club that I wanted it to become.
    	After everyone turned in their ballots Diane asked us what kind
    of pizza we liked and offered to buy pizza for the whole group. I told
    her about the pepperoni pizza special going on at Lisa's place of work,
    so this made it easier to decide what we all wanted. Diane placed the
    call and said she'd go pick it up while she went out to get copies of
    the story lists.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 129
    ----------------------------

    	Diane and her friend Karen were gone for several minutes while
    they were out on their pizza run. During this time Aaron showed us his
    diaper videos that Diane had taken of him ever since they opened their
    camera shop and got their first video camera four years ago when Aaron
    was six years old. Diane was ten at the time.
    	The first shot showed Aaron on his hands and knees on the living
    room floor where he was busy coloring. Diane was behind him, taking
    shots of his very well diapered backside, abundantly pinned up, of
    course. He also had on socks and a shirt, of course, but no pants.
    Diane narrated as she took the shot. She stood back at a distance as to
    not give away her presence.
    	"This is my little brother Aaron," Diane said quietly in her
    younger sounding voice. "He's six years old and he still wears diapers.
    My Mom and Dad gave up on potty training him when he was five, so now
    he's gonna go to first grade in diapers. Mom and Dad say he's a boy and
    boys are harder to toilet train. Mom and Dad are right, because I was
    out of diapers when I was two years old, ha ha ha. It makes me glad I
    was born a girl."
    	Diane then zoomed in for a close-up shot of Aaron's whitely
    covered bottom and then resumed her narration.
    	"As you can see, he has no pants on, and you wanna know why?
    Because they don't fit over his diapers, which means he has to let
    *all* of his diapered butt to show and he can't cover it up, he he he.
    I can see his dia-pers, I can see his dia-pers! I betcha he went poop
    in them already, but I'd have to get closer and smell it. You can't see
    it because his diapers are really, really thick and he always wears
    lots and lots of diapers. I even put his diapers on him and I used six
    diapers on him. I used to diaper my dolls, but they got boring, and
    they're girl dolls, so one day I told them that they're all potty
    trained. My brother's more fun to diaper anyway. I think he likes
    wearing diapers, because his little thingie is always sticking up
    whenever I change him, and Mom says that boys' thingies do this when
    they like something."
    	We were all laughing as we listened to Diane as a ten-year-old
    girl talk about her brother's diapers. I was getting hard as listening
    to Diane's pre-teen girl voice was bringing back fairly recent
    flashbacks from when Lisa and Cindy were around that age when they
    first started diapering me. Hearing a girl say "my brother's thickly
    diapered poopy butt" aroused me greatly.
    	Aaron then explained that he didn't know that he was being
    videotaped at the time and that Diane had approached him, carrying the
    camera as if she hadn't turned it on yet. She asked him to do some
    video shots of her, telling him which button to press. The next scene
    showed Diane, who sported her long red hair then. She was tall for her
    age, but she was also considerably slimmer. The camera was shaky as
    six-year-old Aaron was handling it. Diane then did her own narration as
    she spoke while Aaron took shots of her.
    	"Now, look at me, I'm ten years old, I'm a girl, and I get to
    wear pants, unlike my brother, because he wears diapers and I don't."
    Diane then turned her rear end to the camera and said, "see, no bulge
    in my pants!"
    	Diane then continued to model her jeans, flaunting the fact that
    she could wear them and not have to go around in diapers.
    	"How do I turn it off?" Aaron was heard asking in his more
    youthful voice. The picture was jumping and shaking as Aaron was
    handling the camera trying to figure out how to turn it off. A few more
    seconds of this went on and then the scene was back to Aaron, who was
    now well aware of the camera being on him. At the time he was
    embarrassed and shy about being videotaped in his diapers.
    	"Don't! Turn it off!" Aaron was saying as Diane had backed him
    into a corner. Meanwhile, Diane was running the camera, approaching her
    little brother in diapers.
    	"I can see your diapers! I can see your diapers! Look at all
    those DIAPER pins! Boy, Aaron, do you have a lot of diapers on, or
    what?"
    	"Stop!" Aaron pleaded again. He then managed to slip out of the
    corner that he was in. Diane followed close behind with the camera.
    Aaron could barely walk, let alone run in his thick diapers. He waddled
    like a toddler as he ran to his room.
    	"My sheets!" Aaron exclaimed as he realized that his bedding had
    been stripped off his bed so that it could be washed. Apparently he was
    wanting to get under the covers so that he could hide from the camera,
    but he couldn't.
    	"Ha ha! Mom's washing your covers, so you can't hide!"
    	"Turn it off!" Aaron pleaded again.
    	"Why? It's too late now, and besides, it's not like I don't see
    you in diapers every day, poopy stink-butt!"
    	"Don't call me that!" Aaron said.
    	"Why not? That's what you have, but then, you don't have a choice
    since when you gotta poop you have to do it IN YOUR DIAPERS!!! POOPY
    STINK-BUTT!!!"
    	Needless to say, everyone was thoroughly enjoying the video and
    laughing. As I looked around I could see that several of the boys were
    idly rubbing themselves on the fronts of their diapers.
    	"If any of you need to leave to take a 'break', if you know what
    I mean, feel free to use my bedroom," Aaron told the boys.
    	"We're all boys, man, if you need to wank, just do it right
    here," Luke said. With this, he began rubbing himself more vigorously.
    Nobody seemed to mind him doing this, although Jimmy appeared to be
    taken aback somewhat by seeing this. I had a feeling he wasn't very
    comfortable being around so many other boys who all but worshipped
    diapers. Luke brought himself to ejaculation, seemingly oblivious to
    the fact that everyone was watching him.
    	"You sure you can watch the rest of this?" Aaron asked Luke.
    	"Yeah, I think so," Luke said as he collapsed as he came off of
    his "diaper high."
    	"I should have saved it," he said.
    	We had watched about twenty minutes of the video so far. By this
    time Aaron had gotten used to Diane taking videos of him in diapers.
    She went up to him while he was sitting on the floor, this time playing
    with his Legos. He was sitting with his legs widely spread apart,
    showing the thick folds of cloth that formed the wide, bulky crotch of
    his diapers. He looked up at Diane as she interviewed him.
    	"So Aaron, tell me what you're wearing."
    	"Uh, my shirt, and my socks, and..."
    	"What else?" Diane prompted Aaron.
    	"My, uhhh, diapers," Aaron said quietly.
    	"Are you wearing any pants?"
    	Aaron shook his head, causing his long, blonde hair to shake
    along with it.
    	"Why not?" Diane asked.
    	"I can't wear them over my diapers," Aaron answered quietly.
    	"Why's that?"
    	"Because, they're too thick." Aaron ran his hand over the front
    of his diaper.
    	"How many diapers are you wearing?"
    	"I dunno."
    	"Look down at your crotch and count the layers," Diane told him.
    Aaron obediently proceeded to check and see how many diapers he had on.
    	"One, two, three, four, five, six...seven...eight."
    	"Eight?"
    	"Yeah."
    	"You're wearing eight diapers?"
    	"Yeah."
    	"That's a lot of diapers, huh?"
    	"Uh huh."
    	"How many pins are there in your diapers?"
    	Aaron looked down and counted the pins in his topmost diaper. He
    came up with twelve, but then said, "but there's more pins in the
    diapers underneath."
    	"We won't count those," Diane said. "I've only got a two-hour
    tape here."
    	Diane then asked Aaron to get up and turn around and show off his
    diapered butt. Aaron didn't resist his sister's requests as she had
    Aaron pose in several different positions for the video.
    	"You can sit back down now," she said. She then zoomed in on
    Aaron's crotch and asked, "Are you wet?"
    	Aaron just nodded silently.
    	"How about poopy?"
    	Again, Aaron just nodded.
    	"Do you need a diaper change?" Diane asked him. Aaron just
    nodded.
    	"Well, brother, I diapered you up pretty heavily, so I think you
    can go awhile longer before I change you."
    	At this point Jay got up from the room. He asked where Aaron's
    bedroom was. Aaron pointed it out to him. While Luke tried to encourage
    Jay to stick around and relieve his feelings right in the living room,
    but Jay was more inhibited and he needed privacy, so Luke respected
    this and Jay proceeded towards Aaron's bedroom.
    	"So where's your bathroom?" Bryce asked. The whole room suddenly
    became quiet.
    	"You're shitting me!" Aaron exclaimed loudly.
    	"Well, I just shit myself," Bryce said.
    	"You aren't going to use the toilet, are you?" Aaron asked Bryce.
    	"Hell no!" Bryce replied.
    	"If you need to change your diaper, wait until Diane and Karen
    get back."
    	"I need some, you know, some privacy," Bryce said.
    	"Oh, okay, sure," Aaron said. Seeing that Bryce needed some
    privacy to play with himself struck me curiously. He was only eleven.
    It had been awhile since I had seen him without diapers on. I figured
    that he couldn't come yet, but he could probably bring on the sensation
    of an orgasm.
    	A moment later Diane and Karen returned. Karen came racing into
    the house, carrying four two-liter bottles of soda. She quickly set
    them down on the counter in the kitchen and then she went heading
    towards the bathroom.
    	"Why didn't you go at the pizza place?" Diane asked her friend.
    	"They only had two stalls and they were both in use!" Karen said
    as she ran towards the bathroom door.
    	"You could have used the men's room," Diane suggested jokingly.
    "If these boys here are any indication of how often males use toilets,
    then it was probably empty in there."
    	"Wait! Karen! Don't go in--" Aaron shouted to Karen, but it was
    too late as she had already opened the door.
    	"-- there," Aaron finished his now needless imperative. I
    visualized what Karen must have seen as she entered the bathroom,
    seeing Bryce lying on the floor with his legs widely spread apart
    rubbing his heavy diapers.
    	"Oops, sorry about that," Karen backed away, looking embarrassed
    as she came back into the living room and shut the door.
    	"Who's in there?" Diane asked Karen. Diane was obviously puzzled,
    wondering why any of us boys would be in the bathroom such that privacy
    was needed, considering that all of us were in diapers.
    	"Bryce is in there," I said.
    	"What for?" Diane asked, looking even more dumbfounded.
    	"He's having a 'boy moment', if you know what I mean," Karen
    said. "I can wait, I don't have to go *that* badly."
    	"Doesn't matter to us, since we all wear diapers," Aaron said.
    	"I'll pass on the diapers, thank you," Karen said, sounding
    almost resentful that there was any slight insinuation that she try
    wearing diapers. Bryce then came out of the bathroom. His face was red,
    which I wasn't sure if it was from exertion or from embarrassment.
    	"Did you remember to put the seat back down?" Karen asked Bryce.
    This caught Bryce off guard as he said, "huh?"
    	"Never mind," Karen said as she got up and went into the
    bathroom.
    	"Very funny, Karen!" Diane laughed. "Did he put the seat down!"
    	"As long as my dad isn't home, the toilet seat pretty much stays
    where it is," Diane said. She then looked at what we had been watching
    since she and Karen left.
    	"Watching your diaper videos again, I see," Diane said. "I
    remember when I shot this one. You've sure come a long ways since then,
    poopy stink-butt!"
    	Aaron smiled at his sister's acknowledgement of the usual
    condition of this portion of his anatomy, and consequentially, the
    condition of the diapers thereupon. Diane then turned to the group and
    said, "he used to hate it when I called him poopy stink-butt."
    	"So, anyone for pizza?" Diane asked. As expected, the group
    responded unanimously. Diane went into the kitchen with us, the dozen
    diapered boys following her. In the interest of maintaining order,
    Diane told us to form a line, "just like at the school cafeteria."
    Diane grabbed a stack of plates and set some forks and napkins out.
    	"Do non-members get pizza, too?" Jay asked.
    	"Of course," Diane said. "Besides, this is on me, it's my treat."
    	"Thanks," several of the boys said to her.
    	We all grabbed two or three slices of pizza each and got some
    drinks as well. There were two bottles of Coke, one Sprite and one
    Barq's root beer. Aaron helped Diane set out several glasses with ice
    in them. We then went back to the living room and watched more of
    Aaron's diaper videos.
    	"Oh my gosh, is that you, Aaron?" Karen asked as she came out of
    the bathroom and saw Aaron, now age seven, donning a mega-set of
    diapers in the video.
    	"Yep, sure is," Aaron replied. At this point a diaper change
    scene was about to appear.
    	"Uhhh, you might want to fast-forward through this part, Aaron,"
    Diane suggested.
    	"What? It's not like we don't all have the same thing down
    there," Aaron said.
    	"Except us, me and Diane, that is," Karen said to Aaron.
    	"It's not that," Diane said. "We're all eating pizza right now,
    and I don't think everyone wants to look at shit-filled diapers while
    eating."
    	"I wanna look at shit-filled diapers!" Nathan spoke up.
    	"Then take yours off and look at your own," Luke said.
    	"That'll be my job," Diane said. "How are you boys doing? How
    many of you are wet? Raise your hands."
    	I looked around and saw that all twelve of us had peed our
    diapers by this time.
    	"Okay, how many of you are poopy?"
    	My hand went up, as did Tony's, Bryce's, Luke's, Nathan's,
    Aaron's, Derek's, Steven's, Jay's, and Peter's. Only Jimmy and Jason
    had clean butts in the group.
    	"Looks like we got our work cut out for us," Diane said.
    	"Uhh, excuse me? What's with the 'we?'" Karen asked as she
    momentarily retracted from taking her next bite of pizza.
    	"Well, the boys all have 'wee' in their diapers, and most of them
    have 'doo-doo', too," Diane said while smiling, using potty terms that
    were best suited for a three-year-old.
    	"I meant 'we' as in you and me," Karen clarified.
    	"I know what you meant," Diane said, "It was just a play on words
    and I couldn't resist."
    	"You don't really expect me to change diapers, do you?" Karen
    asked.
    	"You've changed diapers before, haven't you?" Diane asked Karen.
    	"Yeah, my niece, a couple times," Karen said.
    	"How old is your niece?" I asked Karen, wanting to make sure that
    the niece in question was not too old to be wearing diapers.
    	"She's three now," Karen replied.
    	"And she's now potty trained, right?"
    	"Yeah, I think she is, I don't see her that often. Why?"
    	"Around here, girls and diapers are like oil and water," Diane
    explained. "Any time a girl is mentioned, especially a younger girl,
    the boys all want to make sure they're not wearing diapers."
    	"So I see," Karen said.
    	"You'll be a mother someday, and whether it's a boy or a girl,
    you'll have at least two years of changing diapers, so you might as
    well get used to it," Diane said, hoping to persuade Karen to offer her
    assistance.
    	"Hopefully that won't be for awhile," Karen said. "I don't want
    to make the same mistake as my sister. That's why I became an aunt when
    I was thirteen."
    	"You have a nephew on the way, too," Diane mentioned. "Count on
    at least three years of diapers with him."
    	"Babies are one thing," Karen said. "These are big, grown boys."
    	"So? They just have bigger butts, so they wear bigger diapers,
    and they leave bigger poops in them," Diane said. "Look, I'll do the
    dirty work. You can fold the diapers and help out with the pins and
    stuff."
    	"Okay," Karen agreed hesitantly.
    	"When are we getting diaper changes?" Derek asked.
    	"After the meeting," Diane said. "You're all diapered enough to
    last a week."
    	"I'm not," Jimmy said. Looking at his diaper, it was very soaked
    and he was in need of a diaper change.
    	"Have you pooped in your diaper yet?" Diane asked.
    	"No, I only pee in my diapers."
    	"Around here, all boys pee and poop in their diapers," Diane told
    him.
    	"But I usually don't."
    	"So, you take your diaper off every time you need to poop?" Diane
    asked Jimmy.
    	"Yeah," he said. "Unless I have an accident."
    	"Do you even bother wiping your butt then?" Nathan asked Jimmy.
    	"No," Jimmy replied shyly. "The diaper goes in the garbage
    anyway."
    	"So why not shit in it?" Tony asked as he turned his disposable-
    diapered butt to Jimmy to demonstrate that he had done just this.
    	"They put all this padding back there for a reason, you know,"
    Tony added.
    	"It soaks up the pee, but I don't crap in it."
    	"Oh come on, try it just this once," I tried to persuade Jimmy.
    	"I forgot to bring any clean diapers," Jimmy said.
    	"Don't worry about that, Aaron's got plenty of diapers."
    	"Does he have disposables?" Jimmy asked.
    	"Yeah, but he just wears those to school," Diane said. "Look,
    just try pooping in it and I'll get you all cleaned up."
    	Jimmy looked embarrassed as he thought about Diane changing his
    diaper and wiping up his poop. In spite of this, I could see that Jimmy
    had pitched a tent in the front of his diaper. Diane smiled as I could
    see that her eyes were focused intently on the evidence of his aroused
    male anatomy. The fact that he had on thinner diapers made his erection
    appear even more pronounced.
    	"Do you have to shit right now?" I asked Jimmy.
    	"Yeah, I do," he said. Diane got up and went to the bathroom and
    she locked the door. Their bathroom had the type of lock that could be
    opened with a key, not the kind that you stuck a toothpick in the
    little hole to unlock it. Diane then went into the kitchen, where the
    key to the bathroom door had been kept.
    	"I knew that lock would come in handy for something someday,"
    Diane said.
    	"You *do* have the key, don't you?" Karen asked.
    	"Right here," Diane said as she turned the key back and forth,
    making its reflection glisten in the light. She then turned her plump
    rump clad in tight blue jeans to us and then slowly and tantalizingly
    tucked the key all the way down into her back pocket. I could see its
    outline in the denim fabric.
    	"Looks like you don't have a choice now," Diane said as she
    retained her posterior posture for a moment longer, giving us boys a
    chance to savor the scene some more. We resumed then eating the pizza
    and watching the video, shit-filled diaper scenes and all. Nobody puked
    up their pizza on the carpet, though Karen elected not to watch these
    scenes.
    	When the pizza was finished we resumed the meeting, but not
    before Jimmy was forced to take a shit in his diapers. While he was too
    shy to announce that he had taken a dump, the smell as well as the
    brown material leaking out the leg opening of his diaper indicated that
    he had done it. The awkward appearance on his face was also a good clue
    that he had crapped his diaper at last.
    	"Congratulations, Jimmy!" I said as I went up to him and shook
    his hand. "You shit your diaper!"
    	"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Luke said.
    	"I guess not," Jimmy said, trying not to look embarrassed. "I'm
    just not used to it."
    	"Hang around us and you'll get used to it," Peter said.
    	"Not if my Mom has her way," Jimmy said.
    	"What? Your mom doesn't let you poop in your diapers ever?" Tony
    asked Jimmy.
    	"She gets mad at me if I use them for anything except to pee in,"
    Jimmy said.
    	"Relax, your mom ain't here," I said. "Shit all you want."
    	"Well, I need my diaper changed first," Jimmy said.
    	"Allow me to oblige," Diane said. She then called Jimmy over to
    her and directed him to Aaron's bedrooom.
    	"Can we watch?" Derek asked, sounding excited.
    	"No, I want to be alone," Jimmy told him. We knew Jimmy was shy,
    although he was starting to loosen up some now. We respected his
    privacy and felt that in time he would become more used to seeing and
    doing the things that go on in our diaper club meetings. While Jimmy
    was getting his butt wiped clean we continued to watch more of Aaron's
    diaper videos. It then occurred to Aaron that Jason was now the only
    boy who hadn't yet pooped his diaper.
    	"You haven't crapped yet?" Aaron asked his friend, as if he were
    getting impatient.
    	"Not yet, I think I'm constipated."
    	"We can take care of that," Aaron said as he got up and went into
    the bathroom. He returned a moment later with a box of Ex-Lax. He had
    already removed two of the tablets.
    	"Here, take two of these and call me in, oh, about an hour or
    so," Aaron said. Jason took the two tablets and swallowed them with his
    Coke.
    	After ten minutes or so it seemed that Diane had spent a long
    time to change Jimmy's diaper since he was just getting a disposable
    diaper put on him, or so I thought. When Diane came out of Aaron's
    bedroom, Jimmy came waddling behind her. She had put him into a very
    thick stack of cloth diapers.
    	"I talked him into it," Diane said. Jimmy looked embarrassed, but
    I could tell that he was actually having the time of his life now, as
    were the rest of us.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 130
    ----------------------------

    	After taking what amounted to over an hour break, we resumed the
    D.B.A. meeting at long last. Next item on the agenda was entitled,
    "Toilet Training Anonymous." Each member was allowed to speak before
    the group and tell his horror story about his toilet training
    experiences and how he became interested in wearing diapers. Bryce
    decided to go up first with his story.
    	"Well, I was toilet trained before I was three," Bryce started
    after nervously clearing his throat. " My sister Gina helped me with
    this story since she could remember what it was like when I was going
    through potty training. I do remember that I didn't like it, though.
    Because my sister Gina was toilet trained before she was two and a
    half, my parents thought that I should be, too. One day I asked mom why
    she wasn't putting a diaper on me, and she said, 'because you're
    getting to be a big boy, and big boys use the potty.'"
    	At this point everyone started booing and hissing, not because
    Bryce was doing anything wrong, but because of how we all felt about
    this bullshit line of crap that parents use on getting their boys out
    of diapers, what a shame! Bryce continued.
    	"So I asked my Mom what I was gonna wear then, and she handed me
    something that I thought was a diaper, but it was very, very thin. It
    was still white, so I thought it was a diaper, but it had some stripes
    around the waist. Mom said they were 'big boy' underwear (more booing).
    I told mom that I thought it was a diaper, but she said, 'no honey,
    it's not a diaper. It's *underwear!*' She helped me put them on and she
    told me that if I feel like I have to go potty, then run to the
    bathroom and sit on my little potty seat. (booing). Gina told me that I
    had an accident right away."
    	Bryce's story was interrupted by a loud round of cheering upon
    hearing about his accident. He then continued.
    	"Gina had to help clean me up, but she said she wouldn't do it,
    so I stood there and cried in my poopy underwear and waited for Mom to
    come help me. She cleaned me up and told me that I had to try again.
    She put another pair of that god-awful thin underwear on me (booing)
    and told me that the minute that I feel like I have to go potty, to run
    to the bathroom."
    	Bryce continued his story, filling in a few details on his own
    that he couldn't recall, but for the most part it seemed that he
    remembered his experiences pretty well from being potty trained.
    	"When Mom saw that I was confusing the plain white underwear with
    diapers, she started having me wear underwear with cute little cartoons
    on them, telling me not to go poop on Mickey Mouse. God, how I wish I
    didn't fall for that. I pooped in them a couple times, but Mom made me
    feel bad about it and she actually got me to cry as I watched her throw
    away my shit-stained Mickey Mouse underwear. She then said she'd buy me
    some more, but only if I promised to keep them clean.
    	"And then came the Dark Ages, I was declared toilet trained,"
    Bryce said in a somber voice. "For the next several years I was using
    the toilet. I had a few accidents still, and I didn't always wipe very
    well. Mom didn't like it when I had poopy underwear, and every time she
    did my wash and found my poopy underwear she'd call me and show it to
    me and make me feel bad. She did it in front of Gina, too, just to
    embarrass me more. Gina laughed at me every time I got in trouble for
    leaving poop in my underwear.
    	"I think that's when I started thinking about how I would like to
    try wearing diapers again, because diapers you could poop in them and
    you didn't have to go to the toilet each time, and every time I saw a
    diaper commercial on TV I would feel my little dick get all hard, so I
    would start to play with it, especially when I was in just my
    underwear. Mom saw me do it a couple times and she told me to do it in
    my room. I don't think she knew that I was doing it because I saw a
    diaper commercial on TV, but she did see me doing it when I was going
    through one of her magazines and looking for all the diaper ads. I even
    ripped diaper ads out of Mom's magazines after she threw them in the
    trash and then I'd look at them every night before going to bed and
    play with my weenie some more, wishing that I could wear diapers. I
    looked at my underwear, which was all white again, and pretended that
    it was a diaper, but I didn't think about putting on extra pairs, and I
    wish I did. It wasn't long before I got put into diapers anyway."
    	"So when did that happen?" Luke interrupted, eagerly wanting to
    know.
    	"A couple months later, I think," Bryce continued. "One day when
    I went with my sister Gina to see her friend Cindy I found out that her
    brother Chris was wearing diapers. And these weren't just your regular
    Pampers, either, I mean, these were BIG cloth diapers! I didn't think
    they made diapers as big as the ones Chris had on!"
    	I looked at Bryce with a grin as he continued to describe in
    detail what he remembered seeing that day. Bryce continued some more.
    	"So I got Chris' sisters to diaper me just like they diapered him
    and I loved it. I wanted to keep wearing diapers from that point, and
    well, to keep a long story from getting too much longer, my Mom found
    out about it and decided that she was going to keep me in diapers
    forever, and to this day, I haven't since then shit or pissed in a
    toilet even once!"
    	The boys cheered on this as Bryce was about to conclude his
    interesting, albeit long-winded story. He fielded questions from the
    boys which included how he dealt with wearing diapers in school and how
    often he was changed. Bryce concluded his oratory by saying, "I'll
    never go back to using a toilet again!"
    	The group clapped and cheered, much in the same way a group of
    former drinkers would cheer for a guy who claimed to be sober forever
    with no intentions of ever getting drunk again. This was "Toilet
    Training Anonymous", after all.
    	Nathan was next to speak. He didn't have any toilet training
    story to tell for the simple reason that he was never toilet trained.
    He explained the bladder infection he suffered as a toddler and how
    this permanently affected his bladder to the point that toilet training
    would have been pointless. He also explained how because he was in
    diapers all the time that he never developed any bowel control, either,
    and consequently, wound up being a 24/7 diaper wearer from birth.
    Everyone cheered at his "achievement."
    	Luke then had his turn in the spotlight:
    	"I was toilet trained at almost four years of age and at the time
    I had thought nothing of the fact that my little brother wore diapers,
    being that he was a baby only a few months old. My Mom told me that
    after Nathan was born that this set back my toilet training progress
    (cheers from the group) and felt that wetting and messing myself would
    get me the same attention that my little brother was now getting every
    time he needed his diaper changed. Instead, this only got me in
    trouble, even spanked a couple of times. I was made to use the toilet,
    with my parents constantly reminding me that my fourth birthday was
    coming and that (using a mocking voice) 'no four year old boy of mine
    is going to be wearing diapers.' (Mass booing ensued from the group
    upon Luke's mention of this.) A week before my fourth birthday I was
    declared toilet trained.
    	"I didn't think about the fact that Nathan was still in diapers
    and that my mom and dad weren't trying to toilet train him like they
    did me. By then I was five years old. I asked my Mom why he wasn't
    being potty trained and my Mom told me about the incident that Luke had
    about a year before, which at the time I didn't know what was going on,
    just that Luke was sick and in the hospital for a few days. Mom then
    told me that Nathan would always be wearing diapers. Man, was I bummed!
    All I could think about was this. Why couldn't have *I* been so lucky?
    I don't know why, but every time I looked at Nathan going around in
    diapers I felt my dick get tingly and it would stiffen up and I liked
    this. I wanted to wear his diapers and I started sneaking them. I got
    away with it for awhile, but then Mom caught me in the bathroom one day
    taking off a diaper that I peed and pooped in. Mom was really mad and
    she asked me why I was wearing Nathan's diapers. I told her that I just
    wanted to find out what they were like. She yelled at me and told me
    not to do it again, but I did. Mom caught me again and then she started
    counting Nathan's diapers in front of me, telling me that there better
    not be any diapers missing next time she changed Nathan's diaper. Then
    she started numbering them and writing a little number on each diaper.
    I mean, sheez.
    	"I couldn't help myself. I kept wanting Nathan's diapers so much.
    Mom made it even harder for me to ignore Nathan because she never put
    pants on him when he was home and I could always see him in his
    diapers. Mom did this to make checking and changing Nathan's diapers
    easier. The hardest part was when I watched Mom change Nathan. God, I
    much I wanted to be the one on that changing pad getting my butt and
    balls wiped, and how much I wanted a thick, white fluffy diaper on my
    butt to poop in. I wished I could tell Mom that I wanted to be
    diapered, too, but I knew she'd say no.
    	"Finally, last summer my parents finally gave up and let me wear
    diapers all summer long along with Nathan. I thought I had finally
    gotten my way, but then my parents changed their mind when it was time
    for school to start. Well, thanks to Chris and Tony here, they helped
    me to get my diapers back and I couldn't be happier. My parents accept
    the fact that I like to wear diapers and decided that since Nathan has
    to wear them anyway and that he enjoys them, that there's really no
    reason why I can't wear them, too."
    	Luke took a bow as everyone clapped and cheered upon completion
    of his story. Next it was Aaron's turn. I knew his story would be good.
    	"Well, I pretty much went through the same thing as everyone else
    here, except for Nathan of course, you lucky bastard, you!" Aaron was
    being facetious of course and everyone smiled. Aaron then continued.
    	"I was five years old and still in diapers when my parents really
    put on pressure to toilet train me. Like Bryce's sister, my sister
    Diane was out of diapers when she was two and so my parents thought
    that I should be out of diapers by then, too. I mean, come on, I'm a
    boy, and boys toilet train later than girls do!"
    	A round of cheering burst out. I was pleased to see how
    enthusiastic the boys in this group were. I could count on gaining some
    new members for sure, assuming that the motions that we voted on would
    pass. Aaron continued.
    	"Sometimes Diane would diaper me because she didn't like putting
    diapers on her dolls. She told me that they don't pee and poop their
    diapers, and that they're girl dolls and that only boys should wear
    diapers. (more raucous cheering). I don't know when or how she got
    thinking this.
    	Diane then broke in and spoke, almost as if being cued to do so
    somehow.
    	"It was when I was nine years old and I knew a girl in school
    named Rhonda, and her six-year-old brother wore diapers and she
    diapered him because he kept pooping on her stuff every time he got mad
    at her. Her parents said that she could diaper him to add to the
    punishment. Oh, and just so you know, she really diapered him really
    thickly using lots of diapers and pins on him since she didn't want him
    taking the diapers off and getting poop all over her stuff. Trust me,
    he didn't. Rhonda said that all boys should wear diapers anyway and I
    agreed. She let me diaper her brother a couple times and thought it was
    fun, so that's when I tried diapering Aaron. He thought it was fun,
    too, so I'd sneak into his bedroom and diaper him after Mom and Dad
    went to bed."
    	"Do your parents know about this?" I asked, surprised that I
    hadn't heard Aaron tell me about this yet.
    	"Nope," Diane said. "It's something we kept a secret until now
    and we both agreed to share it here at the meeting. I think we can
    trust all of you not to tell anyone."
    	"How old were you at the time?" I asked Aaron.
    	"I was four," he said. "I was about to turn five."
    	"Whatever happened to your friend Rhonda?" I asked Diane.
    	"She moved away," Diane replied. I was disappointed to hear this
    since I wanted to find out more about Rhonda's brother.
    	"Do you still keep in touch with her?"
    	"No, that was it," Diane said.
    	"I'd sure like to know how this boy is doing now," I said. Doing
    some quick math in my head, I figured that this boy had to be close to
    my age. Aaron then continued his story.
    	"I was about to go into kindergarten when my parents told me that
    if I didn't start using the toilet that when I went to kindergarten
    that they'd make me go in just my diapers in front of all the other
    kids, who would laugh at me because I was still wearing diapers and
    they were all using the potty. My parents still kept my diapers around,
    and Diane would diaper me whenever she got the chance.
    	"After I got older I outgrew the diapers and Mom got rid of them.
    I was bummed as hell. Diane still wanted to diaper me, but of course
    she couldn't. She came into my room one night and saw me lying there in
    my white underwear. She said that I looked like I was wearing a diaper
    and said that if my underwear was thicker, I'd have a diaper again. She
    then started tossing me my underwear and told me to put it all on.
    After I put on a few pairs Diane said she wanted to finish, so she had
    me lie down while she kept putting my underwear on.
    	"Did you ever pee or poop in them?" Tony asked.
    	"Not until I was seven," Aaron said. "That's when I got caught,
    and that's when my parents said that I was going to wear real diapers
    from then on. They took me to Kidz Klothes and Mom bought a whole bunch
    of diapers. Right when we got home Mom diapered me up, and then Diane
    started taking a whole bunch of pictures of me in my diapers."
    	"I haven't used a toilet ever since," Aaron said as he prepared
    to conclude his story. The boys cheered as he mentioned this.
    	"I've been a one hundred percent DIAPER BOY ever since then and I
    love it! I went to school in diapers and the kids all teased me and
    laughed, but I didn't care. The only friends I wanted were other boys
    who wear diapers, too. I didn't know it until then, but Jason and Peter
    said they also liked to wear diapers, and that's how we became friends.
    Since then I have been drawing and painting pictures of myself and
    other boys in diapers, and diapers is about the only thing I do with my
    time."
    	After the applause and cheering died down, it was Derek's turn to
    tell his story. He was quiet and shy about it, but everyone listened to
    him patiently.
    	"Well, I was potty trained at three," he began. "My mom got
    really mad when I had an accident. In fact, my Mom and Dad got divorced
    because I was still wearing diapers--"
    	A pregnant pause followed, then Derek said, "and other things,
    too." He then continued.
    	"Since my sister was out of diapers before she was three my Mom
    and Dad thought that I should be, too."
    	"She's a girl, and you're a boy, what did your mom and dad
    expect?" Luke said.
    	"Yeah, really!" Nathan replied.
    	"My parents were the same way," I said, noting that having older
    sisters setting a precedent for toilet training expectations seemed to
    be a common experience among the boys in the group. Derek continued.
    	"My Mom made me go to the toilet all the time and she even had my
    sister Jennie try to help me. My Mom was tired of me wearing diapers,
    so she made me go without diapers and I ended up peeing and pooping my
    pants a lot. Then when my brother Steven was three he was still in
    diapers. Mom yelled at him a lot, too, and my dad got tired of it, so
    he left, and now I don't have a daddy at home."
    	Derek looked like he wanted to cry. I told him that it's okay and
    that he doesn't have to talk about his mom and dad getting divorced. I
    had a feeling there was more to the divorce story than Derek would
    understand, so to Derek, it was because of his mom yelling at him and
    Steven for not using the toilet.
    	"Just tell us how you got to wearing diapers again," I told
    Derek. I went up to him and put my arm around him. I stayed with him as
    he told the rest of his story.
    	"After my Mom and Dad divorced we moved, and Steven was still in
    diapers because he got in trouble whether he tried using the toilet or
    not. We moved next door to Chris, and I found out that Chris wears
    diapers, and that's also when my Mom decided not to toilet train Steven
    anymore and just keep him in diapers and baby him. I was kind of
    jealous, and seeing that Chris got to wear diapers, too, that's when I
    really wanted to wear diapers. I'd go over to Chris' house and his
    sister would put diapers on me. Then I'd go home and put on a whole
    bunch of underwear and pretend I had diapers on. Then my sister found
    out and my Mom found out, so that's when Mom decided that I would be
    wearing diapers from now on."
    	Derek was pretty much done at that point. Everyone loved his
    story. We finished the session with Tony and I each telling our stories
    about how we wound up in diapers.
    	As if we were a group of World War II veterans gathered around
    sharing war stories, Tony had a "war story" of his own, that is, the
    war against the potty.
    	"I was only two years old when my parents started toilet training
    me," Nathan started. "My Mom and Dad were married at the time, so I had
    my Dad around to show me how to use the toilet. Since I was their first
    child they didn't know what to expect and they just assumed that all
    kids were ready to be potty trained at that age, even boys-- yeah
    right, what a load of shit!"
    	A round of cheering followed, Even Jimmy, who had been keeping
    quiet, was now starting to get in on the fun. Tony continued.
    	"My Mom got me a little potty chair," Tony continued, using a
    mocking voice, "and she said 'that's where you go potty, not in your
    diaper.' I thought my potty chair was stupid, so I kicked it one day
    after Mom got mad at me for not using it. Mom was mad, because it
    spilled pee all over the floor. My Mom kept trying to potty train me
    while Dad was at work, but then Mom gave up and waited for my Dad to
    come home and then show me how to go potty. At first I didn't want to
    do it, but Dad got really mad and even spanked me a couple times and he
    yelled at me, so I got really scared and started using the potty. I
    think I was three years old by the time I was potty trained. By then my
    sister Kara was about a year old, and of course she was still in
    diapers. I didn't really think about wearing diapers then, since Mom
    always kept Kara dressed and I hardly ever saw her in just her diapers.
    When it was her turn to potty train she was a lot easier about it. Mom
    then rubbed it in my face, reminding me that Kara was a lot quicker to
    potty train. I figured it was because Kara was a girl, which I later
    found out was true, that boys take longer to potty train."
    	"Yeah!" Nathan stood up and shouted. "Way to go, boys!"
    	Tony concluded his story by explaining how he wanted to try
    wearing diapers and had thought about it even before he knew that I was
    wanting to wear them. He recounted the day that he came over to play
    with my race car set with me and saw me in my super thick diapers. As
    for how his mom-- by then divorced-- had dealt with the issue, she was
    a lot more understanding and she let Tony wear diapers and didn't
    handle it like a punishment.
    	Finally, it was my turn to present to the group my story. Before
    I began, I held up a printout of the story that I wrote when I was ten
    years old (with Lisa's proofreading assistance) on about how my
    difficult toilet training led to my desire to wear diapers. I called
    the story "Bringing Up the Diapered Rear." It was about twenty pages
    long printed on a nine-pin dot matrix printer. This was pretty good for
    a ten-year-old< I thought. I planned to submit this story to D.B.A.
    along with my forthcoming sequel, called "Diaper Desires", which covers
    the events of my life after I got put into diapers when I was eight
    years old. I had a ways to go on that story still.
    	"Well, guys, here's my toilet training story," I said as I waved
    the printout before the group. I made sure they could all see the title
    page, which was printed in big letters using the Print Shop software,
    along with a very crude and blocky graphic of a baby in a diaper since
    that's all there was in the graphics library. It was the best that I
    could do at the time I printed it.
    	"Don't wait for the movie, as much as I'd like there to be a
    movie about my toilet training, so I'll just tell you what I remember
    from my own writing here."
    	"Hey, are you really gonna read all that?" Bryce asked us.
    	"I was just using it as a guide, but if you want me to read all
    of it I will," I said. "Let's see how many of you can make it through
    my story without needing any 'breaks'."
    	I proceeded with telling my story, exactly as I wrote it. Thank
    God for spell-checking on WordPerfect. As I read through it I could
    tell how much my writing abilities had improved in the last couple
    years. I began with reading the introduction in its entirety:

    BRINGING UP THE *DIAPERED* REAR BY CHRIS BARRETT (With some help from
    my sister Lisa)

    My name is Chris Barrett. I am 10 years old and I am in the 4th grade.
    This is my story about why I wear diapers and why I hated toilet
    training so much. First I'll tell you why I wear diapers even though
    most boys my age use the toilet. I wear diapers because I love to wear
    them. I love wearing diapers more than anything else. It's about all I
    ever think about. I love wearing diapers even more than I love to play
    with my favorite toy, which is Legos. If I had to pick between playing
    with Legos and wearing diapers it would be wearing diapers. I think I
    would even give up all my toys for wearing diapers if I had to. I wish
    all the boys in my school wore diapers because I think a lot of boys
    would look good with thick white diapers on their butts like I always
    have on mine.

    Why do I say boys? Because only boys wear diapers. Girls don't wear
    diapers. I know this because I have 2 sisters, Lisa and Cindy, and they
    don't wear diapers. My sisters tell me that only boys wear diapers and
    it makes me glad that I am a boy because of this. Girls wear diapers
    when they are babies like boys, of course, but then girls get potty
    trained and don't wear diapers anymore. Boys get potty trained, too,
    just later, and then some of them come back to wearing diapers like me.
    I like to see that my sisters wear pants and use the toilet since every
    time I look at them and they tell me that I am a diaper boy I just love
    to hear them talk about their diaper-butt brother, which is what I am.
    I wish boys didn't have to be potty trained. I thing potty training
    sucks.

    	A round of cheering came from the group. I could tell that many
    of the boys were getting highly aroused from listening to me read my
    first diaper story to them. I couldn't even refrain from exhibiting
    signs of sexual arousal as I kept rubbing myself up against the table
    behind which I was standing. I continued with reading the introduction
    to the story.

    My sisters like to go around the house and tell me that they can wear
    pants because they don't wear diapers and don't poop in them, saying
    that's boy stuff and only boys do gross things like pooping in diapers.
    My diapers are way too thick for me to wear pants unless I am at school
    where I wear disposable diapers. At home I wear cloth diapers and I
    wear a LOT of them, too! They're really white and boy are they SUPER
    THICK and I can't even close my legs! I wear them thick so that they
    can hold a lot and so that it keeps me from getting poop on the chairs
    and the floors and my sisters say that it's so that they don't want to
    see or smell my poop and so that I can't wear my pants and make my
    diapers show all the way. I love going around in my really thick
    diapers because my 2 sisters always see me in them and they always tell
    me how BIG my BUTT looks and how cute I look waddling around and when I
    sit down how 3 INCHES OF DIAPERS sticks out from between my legs. I
    held a ruler up to it to measure it, and I could see all the diaper
    layers, too. I love to look down at my diapers and see how big they are
    there. They come up really high over my stomach and they go even higher
    over my butt so that they can hold more poop. My diapers would show way
    above my pants if I wore them. When I stand next Lisa my diapers come
    up just as high on me as her pants do on her, but she's taller and her
    pants come up high on her since she has big hips. I really love looking
    down at my crotch. It's really wide so that it can hold all the poop
    and boy, do I poop a lot in my diapers. You should see what my diapers
    look like when Lisa or Cindy takes them off. There's poop all over in
    my diapers, even up front where I peed, and pee gets to the back, too.
    It really stinks, too, but it smells better after they put powder on my
    butt and my dick and balls. My dick is always stiff when I am changed
    and it's stiff whenever I see myself in diapers or think about diapers
    or draw pictures of me or other boys in diapers. I can't take my mind
    off of diapers since I am always thinking about them. It feels really
    good when my dick gets stiff which is what I love about wearing diapers
    so much. I pee in them too since I can't take my diapers off to pee
    because Lisa uses a lot of pins in them, so I pee in my diapers but I
    like to talk about pooping in them more, so when I say poop this
    usually also means pee too. You should see how many diapers my sisters
    put on me. When I get home from school they tell me to take my pants
    off and go to my room. Then when we're in my room they take off my
    disposable diaper and wipe me up and put on cloth diapers. You should
    see how big the stack of diapers is when they get ready to DIAPER MY
    BUTT!!! They use lots and lots and lots and lots and LOTS of diapers on
    me! Its like wearing lots of pairs of underwear like I used to do but
    since they're diapers they're a lot thicker. I used to wear ten pairs
    of underwear at a time but when I got put into diapers I felt like I
    was wearing A THOUSAND PAIRS!!!

    	I couldn't go on any longer. I was at the point where I had to
    release my sexual tension at once. I decided to stop at this point and
    excuse myself. I felt funny challenging the group to make it through my
    story without succumbing to the urge to jack off (except for those
    whose reproductive organs were not developed enough to engage in such
    activity), only for me to lose this challenge myself.
    	"I think I need to be excused," I said as I caught myself rubbing
    my frontal area in front of all the boys as well as Diane and Karen,
    both of whom gave me a knowing smile.
    	"Looks like you couldn't make it through your own story!" Tony
    said as I ran into Aaron's bedroom desperately seeking relief in much
    the same way that a non-diaper-wearer on the verge of shitting his
    pants would run into a bathroom. I lay down on Aaron's bed and looked
    at his walls that were virtually completely covered with examples of
    his diaper boy drawings, not that I really needed the visual aids. Of
    course I looked at the drawings anyway as they depicted the very thing
    that I had described in my story intro. I was already on the verge of
    ejaculation, and in less than thirty seconds I was already coming in my
    diapers. I must have set a record today in the number of times I jacked
    off, and it was still only in the middle of the afternoon.
    	I didn't spend long to rest up from my intense jack-off session
    since I knew the boys were waiting for me to tell them my actual toilet
    training story. I got up from Aaron's bed, feeling the hot spot that my
    head left on his pillow as I often did with my own pillows to measure
    how much energy my body expended each time I masturbated.
    	"Sorry about that," I apologized to the group, but of course they
    were very understanding.
    	"You haven't even gotten to your toilet training story yet," Luke
    said.
    	"Right, I know," I said. "I'll just skip ahead and tell you that
    part. I don't think I could make it through the rest of the intro."
    	"Whoa, that good, eh?" Nathan said.
    	"I had to take three 'breaks' while reading the intro," Tony
    said.
    	"If that's the intro, then I can only wonder what the story is
    like," Peter said.
    	"Yeah, can we have copies of it?" Aaron asked.
    	"If Diane will run to the store again, maybe," I said.
    	"I'll make one for you, Aaron, but later on, okay?" Diane
    replied.
    	"Just wait a little while and then you can order my story from
    the club," I told the boys who were all anxious as ever to find out
    what else I had written in the intro. For now I decided to tell them
    all the story of my toilet training, which was also made possible with
    the assistance of Lisa, Cindy and my Mom, all of whom had to deal with
    my stubbornness in using the toilet.
    	As I went through the rest of my story I told everyone of the
    countless screaming and crying fits that I threw over being told to go
    use the potty. My mood had changed from arousal to an angry, resentful
    feeling as I thought back to all the horrible things that I went
    through when my Mom and Dad tried to toilet train me. It's about all I
    can remember from my early childhood. I was constantly yelled at and
    scolded and spanked. I was sent to the corner in the living room
    afterwards forced to sit my reddened butt on my potty chair in front of
    my sisters completely naked, not even a shirt. That was embarrassing.
    They put my potty chair out in the living room so I couldn't use the
    excuse of saying that someone else was in the bathroom whenever I
    pooped my pants. The one moment I will never be able to erase from my
    mind was when dad chained me to the toilet and locked me in the
    bathroom. I can still feel that cold chain tugging at my stomach along
    with watching Dad fasten the padlock to the chain, leaving the key
    within my sight but out of reach as he left the bathroom.
    	Much of my parents' expectations to use the potty came from the
    fact that my two older sisters set a precedent by being out of diapers
    quickly and painlessly with little fuss. My Mom constantly told me how
    both Lisa and Cindy were glad to be out of diapers and proud of
    themselves for going to the potty all by themselves. Lisa was even
    reported to have hauled the unused diapers out of her room and into the
    garbage. Mom saved them instead to use on the next baby, in which case
    was Cindy. She, too, celebrated her separation from diapers by tossing
    them into the fireplace and asking Dad to burn them as per Lisa's
    suggestion. The diapers were put away once more in case they would be
    needed again, and they did. Thank God they weren't gender-specific
    diapers. In my case, there were no unused diapers to speak of and I had
    no intentions of destroying what precious few diapers remained when my
    Mom and Dad told me that I had one package of twenty diapers left. Mom
    opened the diaper package and pulled them all out. She then taped each
    diaper to the wall of my room, each of them with a number written on
    the diaper itself with a permanent marker. Each time I was taken in to
    get a diaper change Mom pulled the diaper down from my wall, reminding
    me of the remaining supply. "You have nineteen diapers left, Chris," I
    remember her saying. I didn't get worried until I saw that the supply
    had dwindled to five. Five wasn't a very big number even to a four-
    year-old.
    	I can clearly replay in my mind what I saw when Mom pulled down
    the diaper that was marked with a prominent red "1".
    	"This is your LAST DIAPER!" Mom said, sounding disgusted, hoping
    that I wouldn't have reached this point. Lisa got several pictures of
    me in my "1" diaper as my photo albums prove. I remember trying
    desperately not to pee or poop in that last diaper. I even almost
    wanted to use the toilet just so I wouldn't lose the last diaper, which
    seemed highly ironic when I think back to it.
    	I ended up peeing and pooping in that diaper anyway. Upon finding
    out that I had used this diaper, Mom came up to me and said, "Okay,
    Chris, that's it! No more diapers!"
    	"No more diapers!" rang through my head repeatedly. Mom led me
    around my room and showed me that every drawer and every closet
    contained no diapers. She handed me a pair of "big boy" underwear and
    said that this was all I had from here on out. This didn't stop me from
    having accidents, and since I had no diapers left Mom was not about to
    buy any more. She told me that I could continue to wear wet and poopy
    pants until I decided to start using the potty. I pouted and begged and
    pleaded for more diapers, but Mom would not budge. I pounded my fists
    and kicked my feet on the floor to vent my frustration and
    disappointment, but to no avail. I did everything I could to protest
    the loss of my diapers. I even shit in the middle of the kitchen floor.
    	It got to where Mom didn't even want to take me to the store with
    her. Not only did I embarrass her by pooping my pants in the middle of
    the store, but every time we approached the diaper aisle (she didn't
    pass through it for obvious reasons) I would *loudly* beg for her to
    buy me some diapers when other kids my age did the same thing when they
    wanted their moms to buy them candy or toys. Mom embarrassed me back by
    spanking me right there in the checkout line.
    	The final straw came down when Mom told me that if I don't stop
    pooping my pants she would take me to see a doctor. She made this
    doctor sound like the meanest man in the world. She told me that he
    would make me stop pooping my pants. This sounded really serious, I
    thought, and only then was I threatened enough to resign myself to
    using the toilet.
    	In spite of all I had written about my toilet training years, I
    still could not solve the elusive mystery of how my diaper fetish got
    started. I wasn't sure if it was the result of difficult toilet
    training or if I was simply predisposed to desiring diapers. Whatever
    it was, I was determined to get my diapers back yet. I concluded my
    story by explaining how, after I was enrolled in kindergarten, I would
    poop in my underpants, putting several pairs on at a time to make
    diapers out of them. This proved to be a lengthy and difficult battle
    between myself and my parents, and in the end, I finally won and got my
    diapers back.
    	I was almost exhausted from talking for so long about my toilet
    training and the "dark ages" that fell in between the time I was
    declared potty trained and the time when I got my diapers back. The
    boys sat and listened and asked me questions. Derek and Steven got
    restless at times, though, which was to be expected since they were
    only seven and four years old, respectively.
    	It was getting fairly late in the afternoon and some of the boys
    had to get home before too long.
    	"Wait, there's one more thing I want to show you guys," Aaron
    said. He went into his room and came back out a moment later with a
    pool cue and two boards, each with a series of holes drilled into the
    top halves of them, six holes in a vertical line. The boards, each of
    them about three feet high, were mounted perpendicularly to another
    board which served as a base. Aaron set them down on the floor, still
    holding the pool cue. I remembered seeing the pool cue in Aaron's
    bedroom, briefly wondering what it was for, but I didn't think much
    about it otherwise.
    	"What are those things?" I asked Aaron.
    	"It's my diaper thickness tester that I was telling you about,"
    he told us.
    	"Okay, so what's with the pool stick?" I asked quizzically.
    	"Bend over and I'll demonstrate," Aaron said with a big smile.
    Before I complied with Aaron's request he showed me what was on the
    other end of the pool cue. A long, sharp needle taken from a large
    syringe was mounted into the tip of the cue. The exposed portion of the
    needle was two inches long.
    	"I get it," I said. "You're going to jab that needle into my
    diapered butt and if I can feel it then my diapers aren't thick enough,
    right?"
    	"You got it!" Aaron said, proud of me for figuring this whole
    thing out.
    	"Well, I think my diapers are thick enough that I'm safe," I
    said. With this, I walked towards the wood piece with the holes in it,
    their purpose now more evident. It wasn't until I looked at the board
    more closely did I notice that the words DIANE'S DIAPER THICKNESS
    TESTER were etched into the wood. Below this was an etching of a
    diapered butt, presumably that of a boy even though there was no
    indication of the gender. The diaper area was painted white and the
    board was finished with lacquer. Whoever made it sure was serious about
    it.
    	"Who made this?" I asked Aaron.
    	"Whose name is on it?" Diane asked while she had the camera
    trained on me.
    	"You made it?" I asked Diane, sounding incredulous. God how I
    felt like a male chauvinist right now.
    	"I made it in wood shop," she said.
    	"Wow, so you work with wood, eh?" I said, trying to excuse myself
    from being chastised for being sexist in my thinking.
    	"Of course," Diane said. "Who says girls can't take shop class?
    There's three other girls in the class besides me."
    	"You made that in your shop class?" Tony asked Diane.
    	"Yes," she replied. "I hope to make Aaron a crib and maybe a
    changing table before the semester is over."
    	"What did your teacher say about it?" Bryce inquired.
    	"Mr. Burton gave me extra credit for originality," Diane smiled.
    "Now get your butt in front of that board so Aaron can poke you with
    it."
    	I did as Aaron and Diane and the rest of the boys were waiting
    for me to do and I positioned myself on my hands and knees. I waited in
    anticipation as Aaron was about to stab my diapered butt and hopefully
    not my diaper with that needle.
    	"Pull your plastic pants down first," Aaron said. I did just this
    and resumed my position, waiting for the needle to make its impact.
    	"Has this thing been tested yet?" I asked Aaron.
    	"Of course, who do you think Diane used it on?" Aaron replied.
    	"Have you gotten your ass jabbed with it yet?" I asked.
    	"If you look at how Diane diapers me, then you should be able to
    answer that one yourself," Aaron said.
    	"Well, believe me, I have looked at how Diane diapers you," I
    said. Everyone was cheering as Aaron positioned the pool cue and aimed
    it right for my left buttock. Suddenly with a swift push of the stick
    the needle went into my diapers, never touching my bare skin.
    	"Didn't feel a thing!" I said.
    	"Then your diapers pass the test," Diane said as I got up and
    pulled my plastic pants back up, letting the tight waistband come to a
    crisp snap above my stomach.
    	"Okay, who's next?" Diane asked.
    	All of the other boys who were in cloth diapers were examining
    their butts to see if they felt they had enough diapers on to withstand
    the impact. Tony was obviously out as he was in disposable diapers,
    which were not thick enough to avoid being poked by the needle.
    	"For those of you who need a diaper change, you have to let Aaron
    test your diaper's thickness first."
    	"But what if it's not thick enough?" Nathan asked. "I don't want
    to get poked in the butt."
    	"That's not what we heard," Luke said, jabbing his elbow into
    Nathan's side.
    	"Shut up," Nathan replied back, but in a light sort of way.
    	"I won't go as fast on those of you who don't look to be as
    heavily diapered," Aaron said. With this, Derek decided that he would
    like to have his diaper's thickness tested. He assumed the position and
    removed his plastic pants. Diane had the camera right on the target,
    Derek's diapered butt as she captured this fun ending to the meeting.
    Aaron approached lightly at first.
    	"Did you feel anything?"
    	"Just the stick pressing up against my butt," Derek said. Aaron
    went again, this time a little harder.
    	"How about now?" Aaron asked.
    	"Nope," Derek replied with a smile. Aaron felt that he could
    apply full force, and with this, he jabbed the needle into Derek's
    behind. Derek's tender buttock flesh was unscathed, thus passing his
    diapers for the thickness test.
    	The other cloth-diapered boys followed in succession. Apparently
    all of the cloth-diapered boys were in need of a diaper change as they
    all went up to get their diaper-butts poked with the needle. Jimmy,
    besides having been changed, was still too shy and inhibited to
    participate in this activity, but I had confidence that he would come
    around eventually. Even Aaron had his diapers' thickness tested, and of
    course he passed. In fact, all of the boys passed the diaper thickness
    test except for Bryce, who said that he only felt a light prick on
    Aaron's second execution of the needled pool cue.
    	"Looks like Gina's going to have to diaper you a little thicker,"
    I said to Bryce.
    	"When he gets home she'll see how I diapered her brother and she
    can learn from that," Diane said. Now that everyone had their diapers
    checked for thickness, it was time for the mass diaper change to take
    place. To speed up the process, we were all asked to have our diapers
    folded up and ready for Diane and Karen to pin onto us. After I got my
    own diapers prepared I helped Derek and Steven with theirs. We then sat
    around the living room and waited for Diane and Karen to finish
    diapering one boy before they moved on to the next. Diane did the dirty
    work, as promised, of wiping down boys' poopy butts and cleansing their
    balls and dicks of shit and piss. In doing this, Diane also had the
    pleasure of seeing all of us boys show our appreciation for her diaper
    changing efforts in a way that only male anatomy could do. After Diane
    had a boy into two or three diapers and had his stink-exuding butt
    covered up Karen would top him off with the remaining diapers. The room
    smelled pretty bad by the time nearly a dozen boys had their poopy and
    pissy diapers off of them.
    	"Okay boys, get those nasty-smelling diapers out of here," Diane
    told us. She told us to throw them in the back of the pickup. It was
    still raining a little as we went outside. A couple of girls walking
    along the sidewalk shielding themselves from the rain with an umbrella
    stared at us.
    	"Hi," one of the girls said.
    	"Hello," I waved back. The girls continued to stand there and
    stare, seeing that we were all in diapers. I knew they wanted to say
    something, so I decided to help break the ice.
    	"You never see boys in diapers before?" I said. The girls started
    giggling. They moved on, looking behind them every so often. After this
    we went back in the house and wrapped up the meeting, talking about
    each other's stories that we shared. Diane showed us some of the video
    that she had taken from the meeting. It was going to be a great video
    indeed. She then gave me back my video camera with its original tape
    still in it. I asked Diane if she needed it to put the final video
    together.
    	"Nope, I already recorded what I wanted," she said, explaining
    that she was just using my camera as an input to another recording
    device.
    	It was about 3:30 in the afternoon by the time the meeting was
    finished. We climbed into the back of the pickup and Diane dropped
    everyone off. It was a smelly ride in the back of the pickup with
    having several bags full of soiled diapers.
    	I was really tired when I got home. I set the video camera down
    on the couch and thanked Mom for letting me take it with me. Cindy
    asked me if I needed a diaper change. I told her thanks, but Diane
    already took care of it.
    	"She pins your diapers on a little differently," Cindy was quick
    to notice. I just nodded and headed for my crib. As I lay there and
    thought back upon the day I drifted off to sleep.