    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 21
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    	I woke up the next morning with Darren snuggled up close to me. I
    felt his knees pressed up against mine and our diapers were touching
    each other. My diapers were wet and also very loaded as a result of my
    digestive system's inability to retain wastes after processing last
    night's dinner. I pulled back the covers to see what Darren's diapers
    looked like and to see what condition they were in. I could easily tell
    that he had wet in them, but I was curious to see if he had pooped,
    too, but I couldn't tell unless I were to get up and move around to the
    other side of the bed.
    	Darren then turned over in his sleep and, although
    unintentionally, showed me his diapered butt. I was so hard just from
    looking at his white-padded behind close up. Because Tony wore
    disposable diapers, it wasn't often that I got to see another boy
    wearing cloth diapers with plastic pants like I do, so seeing Darren's
    butt all diapered up so super thickly was quite a treat. While I
    enjoyed looking at Tony in his diapers, too, his disposable diapers
    didn't quite have the same appeal to me. Looking at myself in the
    mirror and looking at photographs of myself in cloth diapers could only
    do so much. Darren was right there in person, not knowing how much I
    was getting off on looking at his heavily diapered backside as he
    slept. I looked at how high up his diapers went on his back and how the
    creases and folds of his plastic pants were concentrated around the
    point where his butt and crotch came together. I just wish he'd been
    diapered as much as I was, though what he had on was still good enough
    and plentifully thick. Perhaps tonight I could encourage Nancy to put a
    couple more diapers on him. If she didn't, I knew Lisa or Cindy would
    be glad to oblige.
    	At the risk of waking Darren, I put my hand on his diapers and
    felt the soft plastic pants covering them, and then I stuck my fingers
    underneath the legband and felt the fluffy fabric of the cloth diapers.
    Seeing that Darren was unfazed by this, I became more adventurous and
    stuck my fingers beneath his bottommost diaper and felt some sticky
    poop underneath them.
    	My morning wood was starting to become petrified at this point,
    in a manner of speaking, so I had to do something about it. I scooted
    myself a little closer to Darren's behind and put my diapered front up
    against it. At this point I felt I was pushing it, so I backed off and
    rolled away, still keeping Darren's butt in view as I looked at it and
    started jerking off. Because of the awkwardness of the situation, it
    took me longer to achieve an ejaculation. I had to make sure that I
    wasn't shaking the bed too much as I did it. Finally, I came wildly in
    my diapers and added to the wetness already caused by my overnight
    peeing.
    	I thought Darren would wake up soon, but he still slept for
    awhile. It was daylight now and I was wondering what time it was. I
    looked at his clock and it said 6:57. To me it was an hour later,
    having traveled westward across one time zone boundary.
    	I decided that I might as well get up and wait for Darren instead
    of lie in bed with him, now that I got my morning urges out of my
    system. I got out of the bed and covered Darren back up, hoping he'd
    never suspect what I had done. I went over to his computer and turned
    it on. I went into the word processor and brought up the file for the
    story that he had written from his Christmas visit at my house over
    three years ago that got him into diapers. I read through it and
    reminisced over the things he had mentioned. He continued to write
    about all the things he had been through since then, including the time
    when his parents tried to take his diapers away from him and make him
    give them up. Darren also wrote about how the kids treated him in
    school. Like me. He was teased a lot by his classmates, but he accepted
    it as the price he paid for getting to wear diapers all the time.
    	Darren was really out of it since I sat there for an hour and
    read the story, which continued right up to current events in his life.
    He mentioned his diaper friends that he had met in junior high and all
    the things that they did when they got together. He provided a detailed
    account for each of his friends in the story. Each of them had a unique
    profile and their reasons for wearing diapers varied. I couldn't wait
    to meet them.
    	I enjoyed reading about all the diaper sleepovers that Darren has
    had recently with all his friends. It made me wish that Tony and I
    could find a few others in diapers to spend time with on the weekends,
    not that I was getting bored with Tony, but it would have been nice to
    not be alone with this sort of thing. Maybe when we reached junior high
    this would change as it did for Darren. By this point my dick had
    resumed full erection from reading, though I felt that I had already
    spent my last load and would have to save it for later, maybe tonight
    after watching Darren get diapered up to the level at which I usually
    wore my diapers.
    	After I reached the end of Darren's story, I closed the file and
    the word processor and played some games. Darren then woke up and
    looked at me playing on his computer.
    	"How long you been up?" he asked me.
    	"At least an hour, maybe two," I said.
    	"You're an early riser," he said.
    	"It's an hour earlier here, for one thing," I explained.
    	"Oh yeah," Darren said. "That's why I slept so late at your place
    last time I stayed."
    	"So how are your diapers?" Darren asked me.
    	"Very, very wet and poopy," I said as I turned around in the
    chair and spread my legs to show Darren my crotch, not that he could
    tell from just looking at my thick diapers.
    	"Me, too," he said as he spread his legs to show off his diapers.
    "Let's get changed and then we can go down to the rec room or maybe
    even the pool."
    	"Do you suppose the girls are up yet?" I asked.
    	"Knowing Nancy, probably not," Darren said.
    	"What do you wanna do?" I asked Darren.
    	"I dunno," he said. "What were you doing on the computer?"
    	"Playing games, reading your story," I said. "I read the whole
    thing through."
    	"Do you think it's good?" Darren asked me.
    	"Good? Of course, I loved it!" I said as I grabbed at my diaper-
    enshrouded dick a couple of times. "I even brought some of my stories
    for you to copy and print out."
    	"Sure," Darren said. "But let's go downstairs and run them off of
    Dad's laser printer," Darren said.
    	I got into my bag and retrieved the disk that had my stories on
    it. Darren copied his life story and some others that he and some of
    his friends had written onto some disks for me to take back home, and
    then he took them all downstairs. When we left his room we peeked into
    Nancy's room. All the girls were still asleep, so we had to wait for
    our diapers to be changed a little longer. I followed Darren down the
    stairs, waddling my way to the lower level wearing diapers that were
    full of feces.
    	My mom and my Aunt Rita were sitting together in the kitchen
    having some espresso and bagels for breakfast.
    	"Morning, boys," Aunt Rita greeted us. "How did you sleep?"
    	"Fine," I said.
    	"I slept good," Darren said. "Where's Dad?"
    	"He took your Uncle Robert out for a round of golf and to show
    him around," Darren's mother replied. "Why don't you boys have some
    breakfast?"
    	"From the smells of their diapers, they'd better be changed
    first," my Mom said to her sister-in-law. "They eat any more, they're
    diapers will explode, well, maybe not Chris' diapers, as many as he
    wears."
    	"Aren't the girls up yet?" Aunt Rita asked.
    	"They're still asleep," Darren said.
    	"Well, you boys are used to wearing pooped-in diapers and a
    little while longer won't matter, so I'll just go ahead and fix you
    some breakfast, anyway."
    	"How long will it be?" Darren asked.
    	"Just a few minutes, I'll call you."
    	"Let's go print these stories while we're waiting," Darren said
    as he waved the floppy disks around. "Mom, can we use Dad's printer?"
    	"Sure, but just don't use up half his paper or toner," Darren's
    mother said.
    	"We won't be printing much," Darren said.
    	While we waited for breakfast to be served, Darren and I went to
    his dad's computer. It was a 486 computer with more memory and hard
    drive space than Darren's 386 machine, plus it had sound and a CD-ROM
    drive.
    	"My dad's gonna get one of those new 586's or Pentium computers
    that are coming out soon, and then I'll probably get this machine,"
    Darren said, looking forward to the day he'd have it.
    	"But I'm still stuck with my old dot matrix printer," he added
    glumly. At least he had a computer to call his own.
    	Darren ran off his stories first and then the others that he and
    his friends had written. These took up about 25 pages, printed on both
    sides. By the time we were ready to start my stories we got called into
    the kitchen to eat breakfast. We read the comics while we enjoyed Aunt
    Rita's pancakes, eggs and bacon, along with some hot chocolate.
    	"What are you boys going to do today?" Aunt Rita asked Darren
    while we ate our breakfast.
    	"I dunno, were we gonna show Chris and Lisa and Cindy around
    Seattle?"
    	"We'll do that tomorrow," Aunt Rita said. "Maybe this evening
    we'll go out and do something."
    	"Did you want to meet my friends today?" Darren asked me.
    	"Oh yeah, I read about them in your stories," I said. "I'd love
    to meet them."
    	"Can I invite everyone to come over?" Darren asked his mother.
    	"How many is 'everyone?'" she asked.
    	"I dunno, maybe Ricky, Tim, John, Kevin if he's around..."
    	"Why don't you just see if they're all home and then you can take
    Chris to meet them," Darren's mother suggested.
    	After we finished eating breakfast Darren called his friends and
    had gotten a hold of a couple of them, asking them if he could stop by
    and introduce me to them. He contacted all of them, except for Kevin.
    He had spoken to Ricky's Mom when he called his house.
    	"You guys will need your disposables if you're going out,"
    Darren's mother said.
    	"We know that," Darren said.
    	"I'm not sure if Chris has enough disposables," my Mom said.
    	"I can run to the store and you can get some," Aunt Rita
    suggested to my Mom. "Why don't you boys go check on your sisters, see
    if they're up now, and if they are, have them change you. We'll be
    right back."
    	"Okay, Mom," Darren said.
    	Darren and I went back upstairs to check on the girls. We heard
    them talking and giggling as we reached the top of the stairs. As we
    approached their bedroom, Darren peeked in and saw that they were all
    still in bed sleeping, or so they wanted us to believe that. Lisa then
    started giggling.
    	"Okay, you can't fool us," Darren said. Cindy then got up and
    said, "we had you fooled earlier."
    	"Really?" Darren said.
    	"Yeah, we just wanted to see how long you boys would wait on us
    and go without being changed," Lisa said with a smile.
    	"Well, we do need to be changed," Darren said.
    	"Like *that's* anything new, Darren," Nancy said. "You're boys
    are registering 9.9 on the stink-o-meter today."
    	"Give us just a moment and we'll get dressed and be right in,"
    Lisa said.
    	Darren and I went back downstairs to the computer to print off
    the stories that I had brought along. By the time we finished printing,
    we had run about 40 pages off of Uncle Frank's laser printer. We hoped
    he wouldn't notice or wouldn't mind, not that being short on cash
    appeared to be a primary concern of his.
    	We took the printouts upstairs and read them, still waiting for
    the girls to change us. They were obviously taking their own sweet time
    getting ready for the day as girls often did anyway. Nancy was in the
    shower, and after she got out, she spent several minutes drying her
    hair. She finally came into Darren's bedroom, dressed and ready.
    	"Okay, Chris, your sisters still have to get ready, so you can
    wait on them, or you can let me change you," Nancy said.
    	"You can change me," I said to her, knowing it would be an
    eternity before either one of my sisters was ready.
    	Nancy decided to change my diapers first, seeing that they would
    involve the most work to remove. She pulled off my plastic pants and
    about worked her fingers raw unpinning several soaked diapers before
    revealing my enlarged penis, along with my solidly poop-coated balls
    and crotch. My butt was a big mess, too, as always. In spite of this,
    Nancy wasn't the least bit fazed by the mess as she was used to
    cleaning Darren's poopy butt.
    	"Are you guys going anywhere today?" Nancy asked us.
    	"I'm gonna show Chris to some of my friends," Darren said.
    	"Then I suppose I'd better put you two in disposables since
    you'll probably want to wear your pants, huh?" Nancy said.
    	"That might be a good idea," Darren said.
    	After Nancy had my bottom cleaned up she asked me if I had
    brought any more disposables along. I pointed to my bag on the floor,
    where she retrieved one of my disposable diapers and unfolded it. She
    also grabbed some diaper doublers and included them with the diapering
    as she taped me up. She then told me to turn around.
    	"What for?" I asked.
    	"Just because," she said. If there was one answer I detested to
    any question, it was "Just because."
    	Nancy had gone to Darren's desk to retrieve a marker. I could
    tell she was making some marks on the seat of my diaper.
    	"What are you doing?"
    	"I'm marking your diaper," she said.
    	"Why?" I asked, thinking, "just because" would be the answer.
    	"This way we'll know that you guys didn't try to change your own
    diapers while you were out," she said.
    	"Does she do this all the time?" I asked Darren.
    	"Oh yeah," Darren said. "Them's the rules. I don't change my own
    diapers, so if I really need to be changed, I have to let my friends'
    moms do it, and then they call here to let my mom or my sister know
    that they changed me."
    	"Really?" I said.
    	"You mean Lisa or Cindy don't do that?" Nancy asked me.
    	"No," I said.
    	"Then I'll have to tell them," Nancy said.
    	"The only time I ever go out of the house without my Mom or Dad
    is when I go to see Tony, and his Mom or his sister always change me,
    anyway," I said.
    	"I still think it's a good idea, just to be sure," Nancy said.
    	"What are you writing on me back there anyway?" I asked Nancy.
    Darren answered for me as he read the writing.
    	"She wrote, 'kiss my butt, if you can stand the smell, that is.'"
    	"Cute," I thought. While Nancy recorded the information in my
    diaper change log I went over to Darren's mirror to see what the
    writing looked like on my butt. Then I went over to my bag and
    retrieved my pants from the very bottom. I was halfway expecting not to
    see them, since Lisa packed the bag and told me that my pants would be
    in there. Much to my surprise, they were actually there. I put them on
    while I waited for Nancy to change Darren's diapers. She wrote on the
    back of his diaper, too.
    	"What did she write on mine?" Darren asked me.
    	"'I crap in my butt wrap,'" I read to Darren.
    	"Funny," Darren said to Nancy as she laughed.
    	I showed Nancy my diaper-changing log and told her she needed to
    fill in some information regarding the condition of my diaper and how
    long it had been since my last change. She looked at some of the
    previous entries from Lisa and Cindy to use as examples, so she noted
    her observations, complete with a visual representation of the pee and
    poop in my diapers.
    	Darren then put his pants on and we went downstairs, just as my
    Mom and Aunt Rita came back from the store. My Mom opened the package
    of diapers and told me to take them along with me in case I needed to
    be changed.
    	"Who's going to change you, Chris?" my Mom asked me.
    	"Darren's friends' parents can do it," Aunt Rita said. "They know
    the rules that Darren must abide by, so they always call me to let me
    know that they changed him. Nancy also marks Darren's diapers before he
    goes out, that way we know that if they've been changed and nobody
    calls, then we know that Darren tried changing them himself. I assume
    she marked you guys."
    	"Yes, Mom, she did," Darren said.
    	"Show your Aunt Brenda," Darren's mother told him. "Yours, too,
    Chris."
    	Darren and I both dropped our pants to show my Mom what Nancy had
    put on the seats of our diapers. Mom chuckled as she read the messages.
    	"Your sisters ought to start doing that to your diapers," my Mom
    said.
    	"Mom, it's not like I ever leave the house without you or the
    girls, except to go to Tony's, and his mom and his sister always change
    me there, anyway."
    	"I'm sure your sisters would get a kick out of doing it, anyway,"
    my Mom said. She then opened the diaper package and handed me a few
    diapers to take along.
    	"You can put those in with my bag," Darren said as he took the
    diapers. "Yours have a different wetness strip on them, so that's how
    we can tell them apart."
    	Darren and I then went out to the garage, where he got out his
    old mountain bike so that I could ride along with him while he took out
    his newer bike.
    	"I know it may be a little small, but that's why I got a new one.
    It's still in good shape," Darren assured me.
    	We rode out of the garage, where I tested the bike. It was a
    little too small to ride comfortably, but I felt I could get along okay
    on it.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 22
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    	I followed Darren on his bike as we headed up the street and up
    the hill. It was a cool morning, but at least the rain had let up and
    the sun was even shining through the breaks in the clouds. We rode for
    several blocks until we got to Tim's house. It was in the same
    neighborhood and was an impressive home. We went up to the door and
    Darren rang the doorbell.
    	A moment later the door opened. A short, slender, red-haired boy
    appeared at the door. He looked younger, more like ten or eleven. Most
    of all, he was in several very thick cloth diapers that came all the
    way up to his stomach like mine did. His weren't quite as thick as what
    I wore, but they weren't far off, either.
    	"Hey Tim!" Darren greeted him.
    	"Hello," he said.
    	Darren then introduced Tim and me to each other. He then invited
    us into the house. When we came in, we were greeted by Tim's *four*
    sisters! Their names were Tanya, Tammi, Tina and Tasha, all names that
    began with a T. I thought I felt awkward about having only two sisters
    who saw me in diapers all the time. Two of the girls were younger and
    two of them were older. I was curious if Tim was like me in being the
    only boy in his family who carried along with his gender uniqueness the
    distinction of being the only one in diapers. Just to be sure, I looked
    his three sisters over. Two of them were in jeans and one of them was
    in sweats. Seeing no bulge at all on any of their behinds confirmed
    that Tim's sole boyhood status was further singled out by his wearing
    diapers, just like me. Darren and I followed Tim upstairs to his room.
    I enjoyed watching his padded-up rear end sticking in my face as I
    followed behind him. We sat in the middle of the floor. Tim sat across
    from me with his legs open, exposing some impressively wide layers of
    diapers in his crotch.
    	At first we engaged in everyday small talk, just to break the
    ice. Of course, we all knew we had a common bond for wearing diapers,
    so it wasn't too long before this subject was brought up.
    	"So, you obviously wear diapers, I see," I said to Tim.
    	"Oh yeah, I have to," he said. "I have spina bifida."
    	I wasn't familiar with the disorder that he mentioned he had, so
    he described what it was and that it caused him to have no bowel
    control. I got hard from listening to him describe the frequent poop
    accidents that he had all the time. I asked him if anyone else in his
    family had the condition, to which he replied "no." I was glad to know
    that his sisters didn't have to share his need for diapers.
    	Tim then asked me why I wore diapers. I knew my reason for
    wearing them wasn't as legitimate-sounding as his.
    	"I've lost control of my bladder and my bowels from wearing
    diapers all the time," I said. "I used to just wear them because I
    wanted to, so my family made me wear them at first, thinking I'd get
    tired of them and get tired of the kids at school and stuff, but then
    my parents decided to let me wear them, so then after awhile, I just
    lost control and how I am fully incontinent."
    	"Do you think you can ever be retrained?" Tim asked me.
    	"Maybe I could, but I don't think that's going to ever happen.
    Besides, after the doctor told my parents what was happening to me, my
    dad just said, "You've worn your diapers, Chris, now shit in them!"
    	I couldn't help but to ask Tim why he wore his diapers so
    thickly.
    	"My sisters think it makes me stink less, and they tell me they
    don't want to see my poop, so any time one of them changes me, which is
    most of the time, they always like to put about eight diapers on me."
    	"Chris has got you beat, Tim," Darren said. "His sisters put a
    dozen diapers on him."
    	"Sometimes more," I added, feeling my erection stiffening up some
    more.
    	"You don't look like you're wearing them now," Tim said.
    	"I just have on a disposable while I'm out with Darren today," I
    said.
    	"Maybe you can come over to my place before Chris goes back to
    Boise and you can see him in his cloth diapers," Darren said.
    	We had spent about an hour with Tim when Tasha, the oldest of the
    four girls, told him that it was time to change him. She asked Tim if
    he wanted me to leave, but he said I could stay in the room while he
    got changed. I was glad, too, since I really wanted to watch. She got
    out a small changing pad from the closet and set it on the floor. She
    then pulled off Tim's plastic pants and began to unpin his diapers. She
    performed the expected steps in cleaning him up. His penis, while fully
    erect, showed virtually no signs of pubic development. His body hadn't
    begun to let go of any of its boyhood. I knew that he would enjoy his
    feelings even more once he started to develop.
    	Tasha folded the diapers and put them on her brother and pinned
    them up. I enjoyed watching the diapers in his crotch become thicker
    and bulkier with each layer that was added. She finally put the last
    diaper on him and then some plastic pants. She carried off the soiled
    diapers and left us to play for awhile.
    	Darren and I ended up staying at Tim's house through lunch, which
    Tasha and Tina were so nice to cook and serve. Tim's four sisters
    seemed to be pretty nice and I never heard any of them tease Tim about
    wearing diapers like Lisa and Cindy liked to do to me, though not as
    often as they used to. It may have been that Tim's sisters knew that he
    had a condition that required him to wear diapers and that he wasn't
    just caught pooping in his underpants for fun like I was.
    	By this time, both Darren and I were in need of a diaper change,
    though we had each only wet. Since Tim's parents were both at work, it
    was up to one of the three older girls to change Darren. Tina, who was
    a year older than Tim, changed him, and then me. I wasn't even
    embarrassed about letting a girl that I didn't even know change my
    diapers and see my privates. In fact, I enjoyed it, and she could tell
    from the way my penis stood up so hard. She even gave it a little extra
    attention when she was cleaning me up. Since Tim's sisters didn't tease
    Tim for wearing diapers, I was curious what their thoughts were on the
    fact that he had to wear diapers.
    	"We all know that Tim has to wear diapers. We knew he'd never be
    potty trained because of his spina bifida," Tina answered, so we're all
    used to it," she answered.
    	"My sisters tease me about it," I said.
    	"Why do they do that?" Tasha asked.
    	"Because they think I look cute in my diapers and that because
    I'm a boy and that only boys poop themselves and need to wear diapers,"
    I explained. "They don't tease me as much as they used to, but they
    still say I look cute in diapers, especially my butt."
    	"We all think Tim looks cute in diapers, seeing his big white
    butt waddling around all the time," Tasha smiled as she looked at Tim.
    He returned an embarrassed smile to her."It makes him feel better to
    know that we think he looks cute, but I'd hate to have to wear them."
    	"You're a girl, of course you'd hate to wear diapers," I thought
    to myself.
    	"So why do you wear diapers?" Tasha asked me. I explained to
    Tasha how it all happened and she was rather impressed by the details,
    especially by how much I enjoyed wearing diapers and how far I had
    taken things to get put into diapers.
    	"Must be a boys' thing," Tasha said. "Now I think I know what
    your sisters were getting at. That's why Darren wears them, too."
    	"I'm the one who encouraged him," I added. Darren and I exchanged
    smiles with each other. We stayed for about another hour, with both
    Darren and I leaving our pants off during this time. It was approaching
    2:00 in the afternoon and we still had yet to see the rest of Darren's
    friends, so Darren and I decided that we'd better get going and get our
    pants back on. I told Tim that I enjoyed meeting him and looked forward
    to seeing him again sometime.
    	"Maybe tomorrow night," Tim said. He stood at the door in his
    diapers and waved goodbye to us as Darren and I left.
    	The next stop was over another hill and into another
    neighborhood. This time we went to Ricky's house, which was more
    modest. When we went to the door, Ricky's mother appeared. Knowing we
    were coming, she invited us in. We went up to Ricky, who was watching a
    TV show with closed-caption text on the screen. Ricky was sitting on
    the couch wearing a T-shirt and an obviously wet disposable diaper as
    the front of it had bulged out a ways. Darren then went up to Ricky and
    said hello to him-- in sign language. They exchanged greetings using a
    series of hand and finger movements. I had forgotten that Darren told
    me about one of his diaper friends as being deaf. I watched them
    communicate in sign language, though Darren also spoke as he signed,
    and Ricky could pick up on his lips moving. I didn't know any sign
    language, so I wasn't sure how much I could get to say to Ricky unless
    I wrote everything down.
    	Ricky then looked at me and waved his hands around.
    	"He says, 'hello, Chris, nice to meet you. How are you today?'"
    Darren interpreted for me.
    	"I'm fine," I said, knowing that Ricky couldn't hear me, so
    Darren signed it back to him. I then attempted to gesture to Ricky that
    I wanted a pencil and paper by acting like I was writing on an
    imaginary tablet. Darren then signed this to Ricky, who then got up and
    went into the kitchen. He had scrawny legs and walked with a limp. As I
    looked at Ricky's behind, I could tell that he had heavily pooped in
    his diaper, too. I looked at his Mom, who was busy signing to her son.
    	"Can you tell what she's saying to him?" I asked Darren.
    	"Yeah, she's asking him if he needs to be changed," Darren said.
    I watched as she pulled on the back of his diaper to check its
    contents.
    	"How do you say 'my thick diapers are wet and my butt is poopy
    and smelly, I need to be changed?'" I asked Darren, just out of
    curiosity. He demonstrated this to me in sign language and he even had
    me follow his hand movements. Darren then gave me a quick, easy signing
    exercise for me to use on Ricky when he returned from his diaper
    change.
    	"What am I going to be telling him?" I asked Darren.
    	"You'll find out," Darren said.
    	"It isn't anything stupid, is it?" I asked Darren. I knew that
    the question contained the word "diaper", which I had already learned
    how to say in sign language.
    	Ricky came back into the room a few minutes later, this time
    wearing a clean diaper. He was also carrying a notepad and a pencil,
    which he handed to me. Out of habit I said "thank you." Ricky still
    acknowledged this, and I could hear him barely say "you're welcome" as
    he signed it, too.
    	"Did he hear me when I said 'thank you?'" I asked Darren.
    	"He can read your lips, too," Darren said to me.
    	"Okay, Chris, now ask him," Darren told me.
    	Slowly, and with some coaching from Darren, I asked Ricky the
    unknown question using my hands. Ricky nodded each time I completed a
    word, acknowledging that he understood what I was saying. He was
    probably relying on readind my lips as I was saying each word aloud.
    Ricky then held up his finger and tried to say "I'll be right back." He
    then got up from the couch and returned to his bedroom. I got worried
    that I might have offended him even though he showed no such signs of
    offense, and Darren assured me that I hadn't said anything like this.
    Ricky then brought out a package of diapers and pointed to the label.
    	"So what did I ask him?" I asked Darren.
    	"You asked him, 'What brand of diapers do you wear?'" Darren
    said. Darren then showed me each of the words again and sounded them
    out.
    	I watched Ricky sign to Darren a sentence, and then Ricky turned
    to me and "said" the same thing. The last word, I recognized, was
    "diapers." When I watched Darren take off his pants, I asked Darren if
    this is what Ricky was saying.
    	"Yep, you're catching on fast, Chris," Darren said. "He said,
    'take off your pants and just go in your diapers.'"
    	Acting on this, I decided to remove my pants and toss them aside.
    Ricky then pointed at the bulge in the front of my diapers and said the
    word "wet." He then signed to Darren, who interpreted it in more
    detail.
    	"Your diapers are wet," Darren said, speaking on Ricky's behalf.
    	I was starting to have some fun with this sign-language thing. I
    asked Darren to show me how to say "My diapers usually are wet, and
    they're usually poopy, too" to Ricky. I then signed this to Ricky, and
    he smiled.
    	Throughout the next two hours or so the three of us sat around
    and engaged in an all sign-language conversation and talked about
    wearing diapers. Most of the conversation was between me and Ricky with
    Darren interpreting. Ricky really enjoyed wearing diapers and was glad
    to have Darren as a good friend who understood his various handicaps
    that all resulted from Ricky having cerebral palsy. I got a chance to
    tell Ricky about how I got into wearing diapers. He smiled when I told
    him that it was because I hated toilet training and liked pooping in my
    underwear and then was caught. He also liked me telling him that my
    sisters change my diapers and see me in them all the time.
    	I was having so much fun learning a new way to communicate,
    especially since most of the words that I learned had to do with
    diapers. In addition to some basic words, I learned other words, too,
    such as balls, butt, crotch, change, dick, hard-on, layer, masturbate,
    mess, pee, pins, plastic pants, poop, powder, smell, stink, thick, wet,
    and white. It was a limited vocabulary, but they were the words that I
    probably used the most every day. Funny thing was, the tablet that I
    had intended to write on was hardly ever used for words. Mostly, it was
    used just to draw some pictures of boys in diapers while Ricky showed
    me the appropriate signing words whenever he didn't use his own body as
    a model.
    	Ricky's Mom was impressed to see me learning some sign language,
    so she asked me to demonstrate some of the words I had learned from
    Ricky. Being that most of them were related to wearing diapers, I
    didn't have a lot of variety, so I went through some of the ones I
    could recall.
    	"Is that all he showed you?" his mother asked me when she noted
    that all the words had to do with diapers.
    	"Yeah, pretty much, but then, that's all we talked about, too," I
    answered.
    	"Knowing Ricky and his diapers, that makes sense," his mother
    said with a smile. "I never expected Ricky, or anyone else, for that
    matter, to enjoy wearing diapers."
    	I felt like I had gotten to know Ricky as a friend, and when it
    came time to leave, I didn't want to leave. We agreed to be pen pals
    and I told him that I would write to him often and that he would do the
    same. He then wrote down his address and I gave him mine. Darren and I
    then put our pants on. I said "goodbye, nice to have met you," to Ricky
    before we left, and I didn't even need to be coached.
    	It was getting late in the afternoon and it looked like it was
    about to rain again.
    	"Should we go back?" I asked Darren as I looked up at the cloudy
    sky.
    	"We have John to meet still," Darren told me. "It's not far from
    here, and if you're worried about the rain, it'll probably just be a
    little spring shower."
    	Darren and I rode our bikes a couple blocks farther and got to
    his friend John's house. While we were riding I felt my wet diaper
    bunching up in between my legs.
    	"Do you suppose John's Mom could change me?" I asked Darren.
    	"Well, there is one thing you'll need to know about John before
    we go in," Darren said.
    	"What's that?" I asked.
    	"His Mom doesn't even know that he wears diapers, and she's
    probably not gonna be home now, anyway," Darren said.
    	"Ahh, I see," I said. We went up to the door and rang the
    doorbell, just as it started to rain. We waited a couple minutes.
    	"He said he'd be home," Darren said after nobody came to the
    door. "His bike's over there."
    	A couple minutes later we were greeted by John.
    	"Hi guys," John said as he invited us in. "Sorry I took so long,
    I heard the doorbell and I had to find some shorts to put on," John
    said.
    	Darren introduced the two of us and then we went out to the back
    patio, where we sat and kept ourselves dry as we watched the rain come
    down. At least we were dry on the outside of our diapers. We talked
    about our diaper-wearing experiences. John asked me about my diapers.
    He apparently remembered several things that Darren must have told him
    about me, since he already knew that I was caught pooping in my
    underwear when I was eight years old. He had a similar story to tell.
    	"I was nine when I was caught doing the same thing you were
    doing, but I didn't get put in diapers for it," he said, sounding
    jealous and disappointed. "Instead, my parents made me go see a shrink
    all this other crap, and they made me throw out all my old underwear
    and then they yelled at me every time I didn't wipe and there was a
    shit streak in my underwear. I'm about ready to just put some diapers
    on, strut around in front of them and say, "Mom, Dad, this is what I
    like to wear, and you can't stop me!"
    	"Go for it," I said. My dick got hard at the thought of this kid
    doing such a thing.
    	"Easier said than done," John said. "Maybe I should just let
    myself get caught again."
    	"Are you wearing diapers now?" I asked John. I noticed that he
    was wearing some bulky-looking shorts and I had to wonder why they were
    so big.
    	"No," he said. "Most of the time I just have to do what you used
    to do," John said.
    	"You mean, wear several pairs of underwear together?" I asked.
    John then took down his shorts to show me that this was what he was
    wearing. He had on about eight pairs of underwear. It was the first
    time I had seen anyone resort to this method of improvising a diaper
    since I had done it myself. We then went inside the house, where John
    took off his shorts and strutted around in his "diapers." Likewise,
    Darren and I did away with our pants and all three of us enjoyed
    looking at each other's padded behinds, covered in thick, white
    material in one way or another. John also added some extra layers to
    the pairs he was already wearing. I just wish he could have gotten to
    wear real diapers like I did and could pee and poop in them, too, since
    thickness was one of the things he really enjoyed about diapers. When I
    told him how many diapers my sisters put on me, his jaw hit the floor.
    	"I wish I could see that," John said.
    	"Maybe you can come over tomorrow night," Darren suggested. "I'm
    planning to invite some of the other boys over while my parents take my
    aunt and uncle out for a night on the town."
    	"That sounds good," John said.
    	While we were visiting, Darren and I both peed and pooped in our
    diapers. Darren enjoyed looking at the way our diapers puffed out from
    wetness and the backs of them were loaded down in shit. John couldn't
    resist the urge to crap in his makeshift diaper, so he sat back and
    pooped in his multiple underpants. What fond memories it brought back
    to me to watch him do this with such a big smile on his face.
    	Just as things were getting fun, we heard the front door open.
    	"Dammit!" John said. "Karen's home already! Get your pants on!"
    	Darren told me to get my pants on since nobody in John's family
    knew about either him or Darren wearing diapers. Quickly, I slipped my
    pants on and fastened them up. John then led us out of his room, acting
    nonchalantly.
    	"Hello," Karen said to John.
    	"Hi, Karen," John said to his unknowing sister.
    	"Who's this?" Karen asked as she looked at me.
    	"This is Chris, Darren's cousin," John explained and then
    introduced us.
    	"Pleased to meet you, Chris," Karen said to me.
    	"Nice to meet you, too," I said, feeling nervous as I could smell
    my bowel movement and I didn't want her to know that I was wearing
    diapers. John then quickly led us back out to the back patio.
    	"Wow, that was close!" John said.
    	"I know, because I'm starting to stink," I said.
    	"You guys better get going," John said.
    	"Are you going to be able to get cleaned up?" Darren asked John.
    	"Oh yeah, I always do," he said as he led us around the side of
    the house and then up to the front.
    	"Hope to see you tomorrow night," Darren said as he and I peddled
    away, going back to his house. It was quite uncomfortable riding a bike
    with a wet and poopy disposable diaper on, especially with as far away
    as we were from Darren's house.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 23
    ---------------------------

    	Both Darren and I asked our sisters to change us after we got
    back to his house.
    	"About time you boys showed up," Cindy said.
    	"Why, what are we doing?" I asked.
    	"Aunt Rita and Uncle Frank are taking us out to dinner again, and
    then they're going to take us on a ferry ride across Puget Sound,"
    Cindy told us. This sounded like a lot of fun. Cindy wiped up my poopy
    bottom at the same time that Nancy took care of the mess her brother
    had left for her to deal with. Because we were going back out again,
    Darren and I were put into disposable diapers once more, though we
    didn't put any pants on until it was time to leave. I felt naked only
    having the disposable diapers on since I was used to wearing the much
    thicker and heavier cloth diapers.
    	Later on we piled into the two cars and headed to the restaurant.
    As we had done before, Darren and I joined my parents and my Uncle
    Frank while the girls went with Aunt Rita. We agreed that this
    arrangement kept the fighting down and it allowed the girls to talk
    about girl things, while Darren and I could talk about boy things.
    	Uncle Frank took us to another nice restaurant, this one
    overlooking Lake Washington. This time things went more smoothly. I had
    only wet my diaper and I didn't expect to need a change for awhile,
    that is, until I saw how large the portions were at this particular
    Italian eatery. I knew that after I had eaten all the spaghetti,
    breadsticks and salad that I would likely be purging it out of my
    bowels before we got back home.
    	Uncle Frank then gave us a little tour of downtown Seattle. I
    gave myself away as an out-of-towner by looking out the car windows and
    up at all the tall buildings that surrounded me, many of them dwarfing
    Boise's tallest building of only nineteen floors. After driving by
    Pike's Place and the Seattle Center, we headed out to where we would
    board the ferry. After Uncle Frank parked his car we met up with the
    others on the deck, where we admired the skyline of the city as the
    setting sun cast its reddish hues on the buildings. A few minutes later
    the ferry took off and we were out on the water. The skyline eventually
    disappeared into the distance and we went inside.
    	Darren and I chased each other around for a few minutes and
    explored the entire length of the ferry boat. While we were standing
    out on the edge of the ferry, I felt my diapers become full of poop. I
    knew that the big meal would kick in soon enough. It had already caused
    Darren and me to launch some impressively stinky farts, though the
    smell was only momentary until we had both crapped our diapers. Both of
    us needed to be changed.
    	We had no idea where the girls had ventured off to, so we
    searched all around the ferry, having gone back and forth three or four
    times, all the while wearing loaded diapers and leaving a stink trail
    everywhere we went, much to the un-appreciation of the other
    passengers. We finally caught them outside on the deck and in the dark.
    Darren and I told them that we needed our diapers to be changed.
    	"The ferry will be stopping soon," Nancy said. She then pointed
    to the lights in the distance, appearing on the horizon. "That's
    Bremerton over there."
    	"So then what, do we get changed in the car, or what?" I asked.
    	"I guess it is a long ways back around to Seattle," Nancy said.
    "Let's go change you guys."
    	Darren and I followed the girls back to where our parents were
    sitting, where Darren and I had each left our diaper bags. Lisa and
    Nancy each pulled a diaper out of our bags in full view of the dozens
    of other passengers. Nancy then led us into the ladies' restroom, which
    was occupied by several people, as expected, including several younger
    girls, of course. Also as expected, we drew several strange looks from
    the people who saw Darren and me. We were then taken into the stalls as
    they became available and changed. I was so glad to get out of there
    after seeing the looks that I got when Lisa escorted me out of the
    bathroom carrying a dirtied diaper before disposing of it. Nancy then
    came out with Darren. By this time the ferry sounded its horns while
    approaching the dock and slowing down as it approached land.
    	It was a long drive back to Seattle from Bremerton, going over
    the Narrows Bridge and then through Tacoma. Darren and I were tired and
    our diapers were very wet. Cindy changed me into my cloth diapers for
    the evening, and Darren got put into his by Nancy. We went straight to
    bed and fell asleep, too tired to even jack off.
    	The next day was Friday. Uncle Frank took the day off from work
    and he and Aunt Rita had planned to take all of us to several places
    around the city. After being served a hearty breakfast, Darren and I
    were changed out of our filthy cloth diapers and into some clean
    disposables again. We then headed around Seattle and were taken to
    various locations and famous landmarks, including Pike's Place and of
    course, the Space Needle, where I got a spectacular view of the city.
    We then took a ride on the monorail and spent some time at the Seattle
    Center.
    	By mid-afternoon we were all hungry, and Darren and I had both
    peed and pooped our diapers by then and we were both in needing a
    change. In fact, I'd been toting fudge in the back of my diapers ever
    since we had gone up to the top of the Space Needle. I almost literally
    stank to high heaven, as did Darren while we were there. Lisa and Cindy
    insisted on going to the mall to check out some of the shopping
    opportunities, so this is where we ended up eating lunch. I still
    hadn't been changed yet and told my Mom, though she didn't need me to
    tell her this as her nose told her how much was in my diapers.
    	"Lisa, Cindy," my Mom said as we arrived in the food court.
    "Chris is really smelly, so could one you go change him before we eat?"
    	Lisa then took me to the nearest restroom, holding a diaper
    conspicuously as she escorted me into the women's restroom. The place
    was busy and all the stalls were occupied. All I could do was stand
    still and cringe as girls of all ages and hairstyles were staring at
    me.
    	"Can't you read?" one of the girls said to me. "The sign says
    'women.'"
    	Another girl was a bit more wry in her humor when she said to
    Lisa, "That baby's a little old to be wearing diapers."
    	I was so nervous while standing there with Lisa waiting for a
    vacant stall in the women's restroom. Forget the fact that I would
    never see any of these people again. This was embarrassing, and no
    doubt would these girls tell all their friends at school next Monday
    about the boy they saw in the bathroom at the mall. Then I wet my
    diaper and it was overloaded and saturated, causing it to leak into my
    pants. As if it wasn't embarrassing enough, I was standing there with a
    wet V-shaped spot in my crotch.
    	Lisa then escorted me into a stall and changed me as quickly as
    she could since the others were all waiting on us. When we were done I
    exited the bathroom as quickly as I could.
    	"You need to wash your hands, Chris," Lisa told me.
    	"I'll do that in the men's room," I said as I left the women's
    restroom and went into the men's. It wasn't as crowded, and all I
    needed to do was wash my hands. While I was in there, I heard a man
    talking to a boy who sounded like he was eight or nine. They were in
    the first stall next to the sink. I could tell that the man was
    changing the boy's diaper. I watched him set the used diaper down on
    the ground. It was full of pee and poop. I listened to the clean diaper
    as it was being put on the boy. I had to use my imagination to envision
    what things looked like behind the stall wall. All I had to do was
    think of what it looked like to me when Lisa changed me in the women's
    restroom.
    	When the boy and his father left, I turned on the faucet one more
    time and washed my hands. I looked at the boy as he washed his hands
    right next to me. I decided to reach back and pull up the back of my
    diaper and to lower my pants some so that he could see that I also wore
    diapers. I had been carrying a Space Needle souvenir coin in my pocket,
    so I dropped it on the floor on purpose. It made plenty of noise, and
    as I bent over to pick it up, I had a good feeling that the boy had
    looked and saw my diaper showing. I don't know if it made him feel any
    different about himself, but at least I let him know that he was not
    alone if he had thought this way before.
    	Lisa was standing outside the restroom waiting impatiently when I
    left.
    	"What were you doing in there?" she asked me.
    	"Do you really wanna know?" I asked Lisa.
    	"If it's what you do in your bed, er, crib, at home, then no, you
    don't have to tell me," Lisa said. "I already know that you do that."
    	"I do exercise *some* restraint, you know," I said to Lisa.
    	"Well, whatever it was you were doing in there, Chris, at least I
    know that you weren't cheating and using the toilet," Lisa commented.
    	"I'm well beyond that," I said.
    	Lisa and I then returned to the food court and joined the others.
    Nancy had already changed Darren during this time. I told Darren about
    the diaper sighting I saw in the men's bathroom.
    	"What were you doing in the men's room?" he asked me
    incredulously.
    	"I just went in there to wash my hands, after Lisa changed me in
    the women's room," I explained. "You should have seen it."
    	After we finished eating we split off into groups. Uncle Frank
    took Darren and me to the stores he knew would interest us, such as the
    music stores and the toy stores. The females were left to shop at their
    leisure. Uncle Frank took us to the video arcade and played some of the
    games with us. He was a cinch to beat at every game we played and
    Darren and me took pleasure in this.
    	Next we went to the toy store. We were looking at the Super
    Nintendo games when we ran into the same boy that I saw in the
    restroom.
    	"That's him," I whispered to Darren. Apparently, the other boy
    remembered me from being in the bathroom. He kept looking at me, as if
    he wanted to say something.
    	"What's your name?" he asked me.
    	"Chris," I said. "What's yours?"
    	"Alex," he said shyly. "Where do you go to school?"
    	"I don't live around here," I said. "I'm visiting from Boise and
    I'm here with my cousin," I said.
    	"Oh," he said. "Do you live here?" he asked Darren.
    	"Yes, I live in Bellevue," he said.
    	"Me, too," he said.
    	Darren and Alex then started talking and eventually Alex
    mentioned that he wore diapers, which was why he wanted to talk to me
    first.
    	"Well, guess what?" Darren said as he lifted his shirt. He let
    Alex see that he had a diaper on, too.
    	"You, too?" Alex said with amazement. "Do you wanna know why I
    wear them?" Alex asked. Darren and I agreed to hear his reason.
    	"My mom and dad make me wear them since I kept having too many
    accidents," he said quietly so that other kids in the store wouldn't
    overhear us. He then asked us why we wore diapers. Just before we got a
    chance to answer, his father came up to him. His dad was carrying a
    package of Pampers boys diapers.
    	"Come on, Alex," his dad said.
    	"Dad, I just met a friend!" he said.
    	"That's good," he said. "Your mom and sister are waiting," he
    said.
    	"Can I get your number real quick?" the boy asked.
    	"Just look up Frank Barrett in the phone book, it's the only one
    in Bellevue," Darren said as Alex was being escorted out of the store
    by his father.
    	We then caught up with Uncle Frank, who was next door in the
    sporting goods store. By this time we were ready to meet up with
    everyone and head back home.
    	After we got back from the Seattle tour and the shopping, Darren
    and I were immediately changed out of our wet disposable diapers and
    put into our much thicker cloth diapers for the rest of the evening.
    After resting for a couple hours, Aunt Rita and Uncle Frank took my Mom
    and Dad out on the town to take in some of the Seattle night life. This
    was when Darren and Nancy each invited their friends over for the
    evening.
    	One of Nancy's friends showed up. While she had seen Darren in
    his diapers often, she wasn't used to seeing anyone wearing diapers as
    thickly as mine. She giggled when she looked at my butt and asked Nancy
    why I wore so many diapers.
    	"He likes them that way," she said.
    	"And you don't have to change him as often, either," Lisa added.
    	"It must be awfully hard to walk in those diapers," the girl said
    to me as she put her hands on my butt and felt all the layers that had
    been pinned onto me. Her name was Jennifer. I flinched as she touched
    the pins through my plastic pants.
    	"Sorry," she said. "I just think you look cute wearing all those
    diapers. Do you like them?"
    	"Yeah, I do," I answered shyly.
    	"Admit it, Chris, you love wearing diapers," Cindy said.
    	"I figured that," Jennifer said. "Darren loves to wear diapers,
    so I figured if you wear them like that, then you must, too. Must be a
    boys' thing."
    	"That it is, most definitely," Lisa added.
    	Nancy's other friend Monica, a Hispanic girl, then showed up. The
    sight of my bulging diapers also caught her attention and she also
    asked me why I wore them so thickly.
    	"Do you have any friends coming over?" I asked Darren.
    	"Yeah, I think Ricky and Tim will be over," he said. "Not sure
    about John."
    	Just as Darren was about to pick up the phone to call John, the
    phone rang. I listened to Darren talking to the other person.
    	"Yeah, this is Frank Barrett's number," Darren said. "Frank's not
    here....yeah, this is Darren...oh hi!"
    	It was Alex, the boy that we had met in the toy store at the
    mall.
    	"Can you come over?" Darren asked. After a couple minutes, Darren
    said, "You can?" Awesome!"
    	Darren told Alex where he lived and expected him to show up in a
    few minutes. Meanwhile, Tim and Ricky had each been dropped off. Tim
    showed up wearing only his diapers, no surprise that he couldn't wear
    pants over his enormous diapers. Ricky stripped off his pants and went
    around in just his diaper like the rest of us boys were doing. Ricky
    and even Tim, whose diapers were not in the least bit modest, both
    commented on how they had never seen anyone wear diapers as thick as
    what I had on.
    	A few minutes later Alex showed up. He appeared nervous as he
    came inside and saw three other boys in diapers, especially my diapers
    being the most prominent. After we had gotten introduced to each other,
    we found out more about Alex.
    	He told us that the only reason he could come over was because
    his father worked nights. He told us some bad things about the way his
    father treated him. I felt sorry for him. He was pleased to tell us
    about his mother and his sister, who babied him when their father was
    away at night, to make him feel better about him being forced to wear
    diapers.
    	"My dad kept me in diapers after he got tired of me having
    accidents," Alex said. "I mean, poop accidents. Since then, he's told
    me that I can't use the toilet anymore and that my Mom and sister were
    to make sure that I didn't. After awhile, I got to liking to wear
    diapers, so my Mom and my sister started babying me. I know it sounds
    weird."
    	"Not weird at all," I said. "You wanna hear my story?" I asked
    him.
    	"Sure," he said. We then all sat down on the two facing couches
    in the middle of the expansive living room and exchanged each other's
    diaper testimonies. Of course Ricky's explanation was told in sign
    language with Darren's interpretation.
    	As the evening went on, we all spent time in the rec room and out
    in the living room watching movies. Either that, or we'd be eating in
    the kitchen or playing outside in the back yard. It was a little cool
    to be out there at night in just our diapers, but at least there was
    plenty of lighting.
    	By 10:00, all five of us boys were in need of diaper changes and
    the entire rec room smelled of pee and poop. Lisa, Cindy and Nancy were
    all ready to change us. Cindy changed me while Nancy changed Darren.
    She decided to put Darren into a dozen diapers just like what I had
    been wearing all evening. Nancy then changed Alex. Alex didn't mind
    being changed by her since he was used to his own sister changing him,
    and that he hoped he would get to visit more often, expecting Nancy to
    take care of his diaper changes when he visited.
    	Lisa had asked Ricky if she could change him, seeing that his
    diaper was drooping from his waist from all the wetness as well as the
    large loads of poop that he had put into the back. While Lisa didn't
    know sign language, Ricky could read her lips and he understood her
    gestures when she asked him if she could change him. At first, Ricky
    was shy about letting Lisa change him. He explained to Darren that Lisa
    was a girl and wasn't sure if he should let her see his private parts.
    	Darren then said back to Ricky, "Lisa is a very nice girl. She
    changes Chris' diapers all the time and enjoys doing it." Eventually,
    Ricky agreed to let Lisa take his well-used diaper off and to replace
    it with a clean, fresh one. Ricky smiled when Lisa looked at his erect
    penis and started wiping around it as well as his balls, his crotch and
    his butt.
    	Tim was the only one who did not have any clean diapers
    available. He was changed just before he came over, diapered up enough
    to last him through the evening until his parents came by to pick him
    up. Because of this, he remained in wet, stinking diapers while the
    rest of us were clean and wiped up with fresh diapers on. His parents
    picked him up at about midnight, which was about when the other boys
    were also picked up and taken back home.
    	My parents were still out with my aunt and uncle by the time I
    was getting tired and wanting to go to bed. To me it was 1:00 A.M.
    Darren was tired, too, so he and I went upstairs while Lisa, Cindy and
    Nancy continued to stay up to watch another movie. Darren and I got
    into his bed. Both of us were very aroused from seeing each other's
    enormous diapers all evening long. We left the light on and jacked off
    together before going to sleep.
    	The next day, Saturday, was pretty much uneventful. Uncle Frank
    and Aunt Rita had worn themselves out on giving us tours and they just
    wanted a day to relax, and who could blame them after all they had done
    for us. The girls spent their time in the pool and left us boys alone.
    Later on Aunt Rita decided to take them shopping once more.
    	Darren and I spent the entire day at home and never once wore
    pants nor disposable diapers. We were diapered heavily enough to only
    need three diaper changes throughout the entire day. Darren's friend
    John came over for awhile, and he even got to wear some real diapers,
    which was his reason for coming over. Nancy, of course, had the honors
    of putting diapers on him, and she didn't disappoint him in the
    thickness as she used a lot of diapers on him. He stayed and looked at
    diaper photos, including several that I had brought with me. We also
    read diaper stories to each other. Tony got out the "diaper book" that
    we had made during our Christmas 1989 get-together. It was fun to look
    back on all the fun things we did with our diapers then.
    	John had peed and pooped in his diapers during his visit. He was
    also the first to break down and lose his resistance to jack off, so
    right in front of us he started rubbing his diapered front and brought
    himself to ejaculate. Darren and I then followed. By this time John was
    ready to go. He got himself cleaned up and dressed before heading back
    home.
    	After dinner Darren and I then spent the evening writing a story
    about our many fun diaper experiences from this visit. We wanted to get
    in everything we could since it was our last night together until next
    time we met, being that tomorrow morning I would head back to Boise
    with my family. We managed to muster up enough energy to jack off in
    our diapers once more before going to sleep that night.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 24
    ---------------------------

    	Another week had passed since I got back from Seattle. Spring
    break was over with and things were back to normal as far as my daily
    life was concerned. While I enjoyed visiting Seattle, as well as my
    cousin Darren and all his diapered friends, it felt good to get back
    home Sunday afternoon and to sleep in my own crib again. In fact, I
    slept in it right away as soon as Cindy changed me into my cloth
    diapers.
    	I had told Tony about all the diapered boys that I met through
    Darren while I was in Seattle. I then showed Tony the story that Darren
    and I wrote about all the things we did. I even showed Tony the sign
    language that I picked up for several words related to wearing diapers.
    Tony then tried his hand at it, no pun intended. We looked forward to
    maybe having an open conversation about diapers in school without most
    people knowing what we were saying, though I wasn't very well versed in
    all the other words that I would need to know.
    	Perhaps the biggest event of the week was that the thirty days
    during which my diapers were to be monitored for their usage, capacity
    and retention, was over with, and at long last, Lisa and Cindy would no
    longer have to keep such close records of my diaper changes. As much as
    they liked to change my diapers and put me in them as thickly as
    possible, they were glad to no longer be bound to the hourly checks of
    my diapers, many of which had been skipped over towards the latter part
    of the thirty-day session. We felt that the records were reasonably
    well-kept, not to mention consistent, since my diapers were always much
    too thick to ever show any signs of leakage. Before mailing off my
    tracking log, Lisa and Cindy went to the library to make copies of each
    page for posterity. I also got to keep the product information, which I
    enjoyed looking at and reading as I anticipated being selected to try
    out the new Thickies diapers.
    	While Lisa and Cindy were gone, they also stopped by the drug
    store to pick up the photo reprints that had been made to be sent to
    the Thickies diaper company. They selected pictures that showed me
    wearing my diapers at their thickest and also while I was in some
    embarrassingly compromising positions, such as some that one of my
    sisters had taken of me while the other was diapering me. Fortunately I
    already had my diapers on when these pictures were taken. Several of
    the pictures also showed my diapered butt and crotch prominently.
    Whoever would look at the pictures was sure to see some impressively
    thick diapers. I hoped it would increase my chances for being selected.
    My big concern was the fact that the hourly checks were incomplete, but
    then, I figured most entries would also be like this.
    	About a week later I expected to receive some notification in the
    mail from the company that would be making the Thickies diapers. Every
    day I would ask Lisa, who brought in the mail when she got home from
    school, if anything came in the mail for me. After three days of my
    annoying her with this question, Lisa said, "no, Chris, it didn't
    come!" first thing when I walked into the house. After a couple more
    days she had learned to synchronize dropping her shoulders, sighing and
    rolling her eyes along with me as I expressed my disappointment.
    	I waited for another couple weeks before I finally got any
    response. Easter had come and gone during this time. Having spent that
    day out at Aunt Sharon's and Uncle Allen's house, I was hoping that I
    could tell them something about being chosen to test the new diapers
    that were coming out. My cousin Suzy tried to cheer me up and lift my
    hopes, knowing how much this would mean to me, but there was only so
    much she or anyone could do for me.
    	I was beginning to think that getting no response meant that I
    was not selected. Every time I looked at the product information and
    the pictures of the Thickies diapers and their models, I was reminded
    of my waning hopes of ever making the first cut. Tony also had yet to
    receive any notice, so we had pretty much considered ourselves out of
    the running. Our dreams of achieving fame and fortune and appearing in
    nationally distributed advertising for diapers for older kids had
    nearly vanished after three weeks.
    	Finally, when Lisa had stopped telling me that nothing had
    arrived in the mail each day, she was pleased to inform me, mianly for
    her sake, that I had finally received something with my name on it. The
    day was April 22, almost a month after the tracking sheet had been sent
    in. Lisa waited until after she had put me into my cloth diapers before
    presenting to me an envelope.
    	"This is for you," she said, being very subtle about it. It
    didn't even occur to me initially that the envelope could be the one
    from the Thickies company. I just took it from Lisa's hand and looked
    at the envelope. My name and address had been handwritten on the front
    of the envelope. I didn't recognize the name of the company shown with
    the return address, however, so I began to wonder if this was just a
    false alarm. The name shown was CKM Products, Inc. Curious, I opened
    the envelope and examined the contents.
    	Right at the top of the letter was the familiar Thickies logo.
    "YES!!!" I exclaimed. "Finally!"
    	I hoped that the enclosed letter was going to tell me that I had
    been selected to try wearing the Thickies diapers and to report on
    their effectiveness. This would then lead to my being selected to
    appear in commercials and print advertisements and I would eventually
    become, quite literally, the poster boy for older kids who wear
    diapers.
    	I then began reading the letter. My hands were shaking so much I
    could hardly hold the paper still enough to read it. My heart was
    pounding as I nervously anticipated the news, whether it be good or
    bad:

    Dear Mr. Barrett,

    We have received, reviewed and analyzed thoroughly the Diaper Usage
    Survey and Tracking Sheet that you recently submitted to CKM Products,
    Inc. We would like to thank you for your participation.

    	"So far, so good," I thought. It was the first time I could
    recall ever being addressed as "Mr. Barrett." I continued reading:

    This letter is to inform you that you have been selected as a test
    subject for our Thickies diaper products.

    	"Lisa!" I shouted as I emerged from my bedroom. "They picked me!
    They picked me!" I ran up to Lisa and showed her the letter, jumping up
    and down repeatedly, feeling the weight of my diapers pulling down on
    me with every time I landed from each jump. The pins were holding my
    diapers on very tightly as they had a lot of material to keep fastened
    around my body.
    	"Good!" Lisa said as she patted my bottom. "I knew you'd make it!
    I think the pictures helped, as well as the fact that your entry
    probably grabbed their attention when they saw how many diapers you
    wear." With this, Lisa reached for my crotch and pinched my diapers and
    then held her index finger and thumb apart to show me her measurement
    of the thickness of my diapers.
    	"However I got in, I got in!" I said, grinning from ear to ear. I
    was so excited that I wet my diapers, though I was likely due to pee
    soon anyway. I couldn't wait to call Tony to give him the big
    announcement. Before I did, however, I read the rest of the letter. It
    explained what the testing of the Thickies diapers would entail. Lisa
    was pleased to see that she and Cindy would not have to keep another
    tracking log, at least not throughout the entire day, anyway. Instead,
    these diapers would be monitored by a specially designed electronic
    device that would be attached to the diapers with sensors of the
    monitoring device placed inside of the diapers.
    	The bottom of the letter included a phone number to call so that
    a home visit from a representative for CKM Products could be arranged.
    I decided to wait until Mom came home from work so that she could
    decide when to have the representative come to our house.
    	I then picked up the phone and called Tony. I was still so
    excited. My finger was shaking as I dialed the number.
    	"Tony! Guess what?!" I shouted right as he answered.
    	"What?" he asked. "Must be something good."
    	"Oh yeah, it's good!" I said. "I got a letter from Thickies!"
    	"Really? Did they pick you?"
    	"Yep!" I said. I picked up the letter and read it to Tony over
    the phone. I felt like I was rubbing it in since I knew Tony had also
    been through the same agonizing wait for a response. Obviously, he
    didn't have the same exciting news to share with me that day. I had to
    think of a way to console him.
    	"There were probably more entries from kids who use disposables
    than cloth diapers, so they probably had more surveys and tracking
    sheets to look at," I said, trying to assure Tony that he shouldn't
    give up hope just yet.
    	"That also means that with more entries, my chances are lower,"
    Tony said glumly. I could tell that Tony was happy for me, but he was
    also trying to disguise his jealousy. I invited him over, hoping that
    he wouldn't feel too bad about me getting accepted. I just hoped he
    wouldn't be rejected. I'd really hate to think of what this could
    possibly do to our friendship.
    	The next day I went over to Tony's house with him after school.
    Somehow I had a hunch that there would be something in his mailbox
    telling him about his status as far as being selected for trying out
    the Thickies diapers. When we got to his house, he went to the mailbox,
    his hopes of receiving some notification renewed after seeing that I
    had gotten a response. When he opened the box, it was stuffed full of
    the expected bills and junk mail. Tony went through the stack, and at
    the bottom of it was a familiar-looking envelope. Tony's name and
    address were also handwritten.
    	"That's it!" I pointed out the envelope to Tony as he had
    overlooked the envelope and started to resign himself to the same
    hopeless feelings that he had before.
    	"It is?" Tony asked me. He looked at the envelope again. "Who's
    CKM Products?"
    	"That's the company that makes the Thickies diapers," I said. "I
    thought they were just called Thickies Diapers, Inc. or something like
    that. Well, open it and find out."
    	"Let's go in the house first," Tony said. "I need to change my
    diapers."
    	"Me, too," I said. I followed Tony into his house and into his
    bedroom. He took off his shorts and revealed the sagging wet and loaded
    diaper that he was wearing. I took my pants off and showed Tony my
    diaper, which was in a similarly well-used condition.
    	Kara had come to the door and she saw that Tony had already begun
    to change himself. He had his diaper off and he was exposing his poop-
    covered bottom.
    	"Aww, I was gonna change your diaper for you, Tony," Kara said.
    	"That's okay, I got it," Tony said as he cleaned himself. "I was
    really, really dirty and wet and I couldn't wait. You can change Chris'
    diaper, though."
    	"Sure," Kara said with a smile. "You look like your diaper's a
    little full, Chris," she said to me as she pushed on my bottom and
    while doing so, pushed some of my poop back up into my butthole. She
    told me to get on Tony's changing pad, which I proceeded to do. She
    took off my diaper and revealed the already-known shitty contents
    smeared all throughout my diaper as well as all over my backside. Kara
    giggled as she ran the wipes all around my hard dick and my balls.
    	"I think you've gotten a little bigger since last time I changed
    you," Kara said. I just looked at Kara to acknowledge her remark and
    then she resumed cleaning me up. Kara was unfazed by the odors rising
    up from between my legs as she just routinely wiped away my poop and
    prepared another clean diaper, taken from out of my school bag. She
    stuck the diaper underneath my butt and pulled it up tightly, pulling
    the head of my penis up with the diaper. She taped it shut and then
    left from the room. Tony and I just remained in our diapers for the
    afternoon as my pants and his shorts lay forlornly on the floor.
    	"Let's find out if they picked you," I said. "Where's that
    envelope?"
    	"On my desk," Tony said as he retrieved it. "How about you open
    it?"
    	"Okay," I said as I took the envelope from him. I could tell that
    Tony was really nervous. He was biting his nails, in fact. I was
    nervous, too, since I was afraid of Tony possibly being rejected. I
    ripped open the envelope and pulled out the letter.
    	"I'm so nervous," I said.
    	"*You're* nervous?" Tony questioned. "What for? You've already
    been picked."
    	"Yeah, I have," I said. "But I would feel really bad for you if
    they picked me and not you," I said to Tony. "Admit, you've been
    feeling jealous, haven't you?"
    	"I have," Tony said.
    	"I understand, I'd feel the same way," I said. I then pulled out
    the letter and began reading it. Tony then stopped me.
    	"Before you look at that letter, Chris, I just want to let you
    know that even if I've been rejected, and you were picked, I don't want
    this to come between us. I want us to always be friends no matter
    what."
    	I could tell that Tony was concerned about how this might affect
    our friendship, and I was concerned, too. We didn't anticipate the
    possibility of only one of us being picked. I put my arm around Tony,
    which then led to a hug. He gave me a hug, too. I even shed a tear.
    	"I agree, Tony," I said to him. "Friends forever, no matter what
    this letter says."
    	"Well, might as well get it over with," Tony said.
    	"You want Kara to read it to us instead?" I suggested as a last-
    minute idea to ease the tension on my part.
    	"It won't make any difference," Tony said. "Go ahead and get it
    over with."
    	"Okay, here goes," I sighed.
    Slowly, I unfolded the paper and read it. My hands were shaking once
    more. I just couldn't stand the suspense any more. The sound of a drum
    roll played in the back of my mind. I then read the letter aloud.

    Dear Mr. Simmons,

    We have received, reviewed and analyzed thoroughly the Diaper Usage
    Survey and Tracking Sheet that you recently submitted to CKM Products,
    Inc. We would like to thank you for your participation. This letter is
    to inform you that you have been..."

    	I kept my eyes from reading the next word. I even covered it up
    with my finger. I didn't intend to prolong the agony any longer, but I
    had to prepare myself for possibly being the bearer of bad news.
    	"What's it say? What's it say? Tell me, tell me, tell me!" Tony
    said as he jumped up and down.
    	I had to do it sooner or later. I slowly revealed the next word,
    one letter at a time. First came an s, then an e. I couldn't think of
    any words that started with "se" that mean "rejected" or "denied", so I
    revealed the next letter, l. At this point I was pretty sure it was the
    word I wanted to see. I then revealed and read the entire word, -—
    "selected." I was very relieved to know that I would get to tell Tony
    some good news. Tony picked up on my relieved feelings by my facial
    expression.
    	"Did they pick me? Did they?" Tony said, now getting very
    excited.
    	I decided to read the sentence again.
    	"It says, 'This letter is to inform you that you have
    been...*selected!*'"
    	"You serious?!!" Tony said. He snatched the letter from my hand
    and read it himself.
    	"Yes! Yes!" Tony shouted. We were both so excited we hugged each
    other again and then danced around, holding each other's hands as we
    swung around in circles. This was even more fun to do in our diapers,
    we decided, so we kept it up for another five or six revolutions as we
    celebrated Tony's acceptance for getting to try out the disposable
    version of the Thickies diapers. After awhile this made us dizzy, so we
    both fell to the floor. We then started playing with each other,
    getting into a tickling match and just having so much fun. Tony
    inadvertently stuck his hand on the front of my diaper and he felt my
    hard-on through it. Kara came into the room to ask what all the
    excitement was about.
    	"See that piece of paper?" Tony said as he pointed to the letter,
    which was sitting on the floor. I was on top of Tony and I had him
    pinned down. He was getting an eyeful of my diapered butt, and when I
    looked down at the front of his diaper I could see that he must have
    really enjoyed the view since a tent had formed there.
    	Kara walked over to where the paper was lying on the floor and
    she picked it up.
    	"You mean you made it?" Kara said, sounding somewhat surprised.
    	"Yeah, I did!" Tony said. "So now both me and Chris get to try
    out those new diapers!"
    	"In a way, that means I'll be trying them out, too," Kara said.
    "I'll be putting the diapers on you, that is," she added with emphasis.
    "Congratulations, boys!" she said before leaving the room again.
    	Tony and I then got back up from the floor and spent the rest of
    the day playing video games and talking about what it would be like to
    both being test subjects for these new diapers. We hoped that we would
    both be selected to appear in the advertising and we talked about this
    at length. I anticipated that the anxiety of finding out about being
    selected to appear in the advertising would be even greater when the
    time came. For now, we were just so happy to have made the first cut.
    We didn't even do any homework like we were supposed to be working on.
    We didn't care.
    	Tony's mother then came home from work. Tony ran right up to her
    with the letter in his hand.
    	"Guess what, Mom? Guess what!?" Tony said, jumping up and down as
    if someone had stuffed a couple of live frogs down inside his diapers.
    	"You got an A on that hard test you were telling me about?" his
    mother ventured a guess.
    	"No, this is even better!" Tony said. "They picked me!"
    	"Really?" Tony's mother said. "Congratulations!" I watched his
    Mom hug him and pat his diapered butt. I enjoyed listening to his
    diapers rustling as his Mom's hand touched his bottom.
    	"This means that you and Chris will be testing those diapers at
    the same time, so I hope you boys make it to the final selections."
    	"Me, too," Tony said.
    	"As for the test, how did you do?" she asked Tony, abruptly
    changing the subject.
    	"I think I did okay. I might even get a B."
    	"That's good," his Mom said, probably hoping that Tony would have
    been more confident than that. "I don't suppose you boys have done any
    homework after Kara told me how excited you and Chris got."
    	"No, not yet," Tony said. "I'll get started on it now."
    	"Okay, it's about time for Chris to go home, anyway," Tony's
    mother said. With this, I said goodbye to Tony and then went into his
    room to get my pants. I didn't put them on, though, as I walked out to
    the driveway in just my diaper and carried my pants folded up and
    draped over my shoulder.
    	Tony's mom and I talked about the diaper testing as she drove me
    back to my house. I always enjoyed talking to Tony's mom about wearing
    diapers as she was more open and understanding about it than my parents
    were. A couple minutes later I was dropped off and I went into my
    house. Lisa changed me out of my wet disposable diaper and into my much
    thicker cloth diapers. During the diaper change I told her about Tony
    being accepted for testing the disposable Thickies diapers.
    	"I'm happy for both of you," Lisa said to me. "I really am." It
    was one of those rare moments when Lisa was sincerely happy for me.
    	"Did Mom call to arrange a time for a rep to come out to visit?"
    I asked Lisa.
    	"Yep, next Tuesday evening," Lisa said.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 25
    ---------------------------

    	I felt so nervous as I waited for the following Tuesday to
    arrive. Tony had to deal with the anxiety even longer as he had to wait
    until Thursday to speak with a representative from CKM Products,
    although Tony and I just preferred to call them the Thickies Diaper
    Company. In that time, in spite of our nervous anticipation for the
    visit, we were both in high spirits and we were feeling pretty good
    about ourselves. We looked forward to the coming summer, hoping that we
    would be spending at least part of it in southern California doing
    commercials and print ads for the diapers. Most of all we looked
    forward to maybe meeting some other kids from other cities who were
    also chosen to appear in the advertising.
    	Our spirit was dampened the Monday before when Chuck and Steve
    decided to de-pants each of us in the middle of the playground. We
    should have known something was up when looking at the faces of the
    other kids as we went past. All I knew was that suddenly there was a
    lot of cool breeze blowing around on my legs, which had been bared by
    the sudden dropping of my pants. My thick disposable diapers made it so
    the button in the front of my pants could not fasten as securely, and
    once it was undone, the pressure from my diapers expanding outward with
    the release of the button pushed the zipper down quickly, which made my
    pants easier to slide off. Tony wore shorts to school and they only had
    an elastic waist, so he was even easier to de-pants, or in his case,
    de-shorts.
    	Dozens of kids were laughing at us, seeing us standing there with
    our pants at our ankles and our diapers fully exposed, both of us wet
    and poopy, too. It didn't help matters that we were both on our way to
    see the nurse to get changed since before lunch she was busy treating a
    boy who had fainted in class. We decided to wait until after we ate
    lunch in spite of the fact that we were verry ripe and overdue for
    diaper changes. Everyone who was standing in front of us could see the
    yellow tint and the sagging of the soaked frontal panels and crotches
    of our diapers. Several girls standing behind me could see and smell
    the presence of my poop-filled diapered behind.
    	"Eww, he *does* poop in them!" the girl said.
    	We thought that the teacher on duty would come running to the
    scene right away, but the two teachers that were out there that day
    were distracted by a fight between two other sixth-graders on the other
    side of the playground. I reached down to pull my pants back up, all
    while Chuck and Steve both laughed along with the others.
    	I expected Tony to pull his shorts up, but instead he left them
    down. What he did next was a complete surprise to me.
    	"Okay, Chuck, okay Steve, everybody knows that we wear diapers!"
    	Tony then bent over and lifted up his shirt.
    	"See, everybody? See our diapers? You all know we wear them!"
    Tony stood back up and bent down again, mooning the other kids with his
    diapered butt so that they would all see it. Some of the girls whistled
    and said, "nice butt!"
    	"It's probably filled with shit like Chris' diapers are!" another
    girl said. Tony then pulled his shorts back up and said, "let's go to
    the nurse."
    	"Let's go to the nurse!" Chuck mocked. "We're babies and we can't
    change our own diapers!"
    	Just when it seemed that nobody would respond to the situation
    that had occurred, Mrs. O'Grady, the teacher on duty, came running over
    to Chuck and Steve. She was the meanest teacher known to our school,
    and I was glad I never got her. She had to have been sixty, her
    retirement was due to come soon, but her age didn't hold back her brisk
    pace as she approached the offending boys and grabbed each one of them
    by their earlobes.
    	"Oww! Oww! Let go!" Steve shouted. "Hey! That hurts!" Chuck
    complained. This did not faze Mrs. O'Grady in the least as she clutched
    onto their earlobes even more tightly.
    	"You boys just don't learn, do you?!" Mrs. O'Grady shouted
    angrily at them as she escorted them to Mr. Jenkins office. She chewed
    them out all the way there. There was a rumor about Mr. Jenkins having
    obtained two special paddles, each of them with the names Chuck Manson
    and Steve Mackenzie etched into the handles, and that they were
    required to etch a tally mark into the wood of their respective paddles
    each time they had been called in to get their butts spanked. I wasn't
    about to find out if this was true or not. All Tony and I were
    concerned about was getting our diapers changed before they exploded.
    After we left the nurse's office, Megan talked to us about what Tony
    had so boldly done out in front of several of his classmates. She told
    him she admired him for his courage for standing up, or should I say
    bending over, to the other kids. I briefly became jealous when I
    watched Megan make her advances. Sensing that I had an envious look on
    her face, she came over to me and said, "You should do that next time
    someone pulls your pants down, Chris." She put her hands in front of my
    pants, almost as if she wanted to take them off of me, which I had a
    feeling she would have done had we not been on the playground.
    	"Uhh, I don't think so," I said.
    	"That's okay, I've seen that butt of yours with just diapers
    covering it before," Megan smiled.
    	"You do realize that you'll be showing off your butt to the
    entire country if you're picked for modeling the diapers," Tony said.
    	"Yeah, but that's different. I mean, nobody is gonna know me in
    the ads or the commercials."
    	"Everyone in the entire school is," Tony said. "I bet you
    everyone's Mom here probably either subscribes to Good Housekeeping, or
    Parents, or Child, or Ladies Home Journal, or--"
    	"How do you know about all these magazines, Tony?" Megan asked
    him. "Do you read them?"
    	"Of course," he said. "Chris and I like to look at all the diaper
    ads."
    	"Just the ads with boys," I added, since Tony and I had always
    rejected the diaper ads that showed girls.
    	"I also like to go through all the toilet training articles and
    re-write them," Tony added.
    	"Everyone here watches TV, too, Chris," Megan said. "If they
    don't see you in a magazine, they'll see you during Seinfeld or during
    all those Nickelodeon shows, which is probably where they'll air most
    of the commercials."
    	"Yeah, and since the kids who already wear diapers won't be
    getting up to go to the bathroom, they'll be even more likely to see
    you," Tony said.
    	I really hadn't given much thought to the local exposure that I
    would be getting if I were to appear in a diaper commercial or print
    ad. I always thought of how maybe millions of kids would see me in
    diapers without knowing who I really was, but locally, everyone in
    Boise and in all of Idaho would know that I was one of their own,
    strutting across the screen with a voice-over touting the benefits of
    wearing diapers for bedwetting or encopresis or spina bifida, whatever
    reason an older kid has for wearing diapers.
    	"I don't suppose they'll really take me, anyway," I said, having
    second thoughts about the whole thing.
    	"Why not?" Tony said. "You got picked for testing the diapers,
    didn't you?" Tony said.
    	"Yeah, I just hadn't thought about how people around here, right
    here at home, will see me."
    	"Oh Chris, don't back out on this now," Tony said with
    disappointment. "I think you'd be a natural for appearing in a diaper
    commercial. Like I just told everyone, they all know we wear diapers
    anyway, so it should be no big deal for Chuck and Steve to pull our
    pants down."
    	"Yeah, Chris, just think about how you'll get to brag about being
    on national TV, even if you are going to be wearing diapers in every
    scene."
    	"That's a long ways away," I said. "I'm gonna still do the
    testing, because I want the diapers, but I really need to think about
    whether I want to show them off to everyone."
    	"Maybe after you talk to the representative you'll feel more
    confident about it," Tony said.
    	Megan and Tony continued to persuade me to maintain my
    enthusiastic ambitions to appear in the Thickies advertising. They put
    it into another perspective by asking me if it would matter if a kid
    from the next elementary school appeared in the commercial since I
    wouldn't even know him, or someone from back east. This helped to sway
    my decision somewhat back in favor of going for the advertising spots,
    but I still had my reservations after thinking about how everyone in
    school next fall-- junior high and more kids, nonetheless-- will be
    coming up to me saying, "I saw you in your diapers on TV last night!"
    Or they'd save every copy of the ad they could find and post them
    around the school. I was vacillating between thoughts of national fame
    and local shame.
    	The bell was due to ring soon as lunch was about over with.
    Before it did, Tony had an idea and he was quite enthusiastic about it.
    	"Hey, let's do a pretend Thickies diaper commercial with you
    guys' video camera after school!"
    	"That sounds fun!" Megan said. "That is, I can help with the prop
    department."
    	"I'll think about it during Mrs. Stevenson's social studies
    assignment," I said as the bell chimed.
    	After school, Tony came home with me, as did Megan. Cindy was at
    her after-school softball practice, so this left Lisa to diaper me up
    for the day. Betty was also there with Lisa that afternoon.
    	"Well, hello, Megan!" Lisa greeted her. "Nice to see you. Wanna
    come watch me diaper Chris?"
    	"Sure!" Megan said. "But we were going to do something first."
    	"What were you guys thinking of doing?" Lisa asked suspiciously..
    	"I thought that we could do a Thickies diaper commercial, using
    you guys' video camera," Megan replied.
    	"Oh, so you really think you're going to make it all the way, eh,
    Chris?" Lisa asked me. "Getting a little too excited about it?"
    	"Well, I dunno," I said. "I mean, everyone's going to see me in
    diapers."
    	"Of course, you *are* aware of that, Chris, aren't you?"
    	"I mean all the kids at school. I didn't think about how everyone
    around here would also see me, as well as the rest of the country."
    	"Well, it's not exactly any secret at school that you wear
    diapers, Chris," Megan said. "Come on, let's do that commercial!"
    	"This sounds like fun," Lisa said. Betty was smiling about it,
    too.
    	"Okay," I said. "Maybe this will make me feel better about it."
    	"Of course it will!" Megan said as she put her arm around me.
    	"Okay, so like, do we have a script, or props, or anything like
    that?" I asked. "Or are we just gonna do like an impromptu sort of
    thing?"
    	"I'll do the props," Megan said. "I just need some markers and
    some big paper if you have it."
    	Tony then reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded-up
    piece of paper.
    	"What's that?" I asked him.
    	"The script I wrote while sitting through the reading lesson," he
    said. "Check it out!"
    	"So I have to memorize all this first?" I said.
    	"No, you won't have to do much talking," Tony said. "Most of this
    is just a voice-over, which I'll just be reading off-camera, anyway."
    	Lisa then helped Megan get some materials for her to make some
    signs and other props for the pretend commercial. Lisa knew that there
    were a couple rolls of blank newsprint out in the garage, so she
    brought one of these into the house. She gave Megan some markers and
    showed her what the Thickies logo looked like by showing her the
    product information booklet. From this, Megan drew a huge version of
    the logo. Lisa took another sheet and then she and Betty drew the logo
    in a repeated pattern all over the paper on several sheets. The idea
    was to paste these sheets on the wall behind where I would be standing.
    The kitchen provided the most space and the best lighting, it was
    agreed upon.
    	Meanwhile, Tony was suggesting how to set up the scenes. The
    first scene would show me standing in my disposable diaper that I
    already had on. It would be visibly wet and poopy and sagging when my
    pants were off. He said he'd get some close-ups of both front and rear
    views of my diaper.
    	At the last minute, Megan decided that she would read off the
    lines that were originally to be spoken by Tony as a voiceover. Megan
    thought this would make it a cuter commercial if she stood next to me
    and talked about the diapers that I was wearing. I became very excited
    by this thought and agreed to do let Megan do the script. Megan looked
    at Tony's script and she made up some makeshift cue cards from the
    paper roll.
    	Lisa then decided that she would also want to have a part in
    talking about the diapers and pointing out their features while I was
    wearing the diapers. Lisa told Megan to substitute for Cindy as they
    would both be acting as my sisters in the commercial. To keep from
    flubbing up the lines, Megan would use her own name but still act as my
    sister. With this idea in mind, they modified Tony's original script in
    order to suit their ideas. They giggled a lot as they wrote it out.
    Betty also suggested adding some dialog. By the time they were done,
    the script was a lot different than what Tony had written out during
    his classroom boredom. Tony decided to run the video camera while Lisa
    and Megan appeared on each side of me. Betty was designated to hold the
    cue cards.
    	After all the preliminary details were hashed out and the "props"
    were up, it was time for me to get into "costume," mainly, remove my
    pants. Tony, likewise, removed his pants. Lisa tossed them out of the
    kitchen. The kitchen table was scooted out of the way and the
    background artwork had been pasted on the wall. In the middle was the
    big THICKIES logo that Megan had drawn. Lisa had gotten the video
    camera out and everything was ready.
    	I was standing between Lisa and Megan as we all waited for Tony
    to start the taping. We stood off to the side and used the plain wall
    as the background for the first part. We had to do a couple "takes"
    first since Lisa and Megan were giggling so much, as was Betty, who
    could barely even hold the cue cards. I was still in my wet and messy
    diaper at this time, since this was part of the "commercial." The
    longer they giggled, the longer I had to wear the diaper. I wet in it
    again, making it heavier and the front of the diaper bulge out even
    more. Lisa and Megan noticed the extra volume that appeared in the
    yellow-colored front of my diaper.
    	Finally, Lisa and Megan got their lines out without giggling,
    though they were smiling a lot and a couple suppressed giggles did get
    through. Here's how it went:

    Lisa (put arm around Chris, point to front of Chris' diaper): "This is
    our brother, Chris. He's wearing a heavy-duty diaper right now, but as
    you can see, it just isn't heavy-duty enough." (point to diaper front)

    Megan (put arm around Chris, touch front of diaper): "He's a *very*
    heavy wetter!"

    	Tony then shouted "cut!" and the scene changed. This time I
    turned around and bent over a little to show my butt to the camera.
    Lisa and Megan remained facing forward. The taping then resumed.

    Lisa: "And, he's a *very* heavy pooper, too!" (pat Chris' butt three
    times)

    Megan (pat Chris' butt three times): "Whoa, Lisa, you're right about
    that! Lots of poop in that diaper! I'd say the boy needs a diaper
    change!"

    (scene change, shoot close-up of Chris' butt, Lisa pats it several
    times)

    Lisa (voice only during close-up): "I'll say he does, Megan! Phew!"

    (shot of Lisa plugging her nose with a disgusted look on her face)

    Megan (close-up of her face and upper chest): "Don't you get tired of
    changing Chris' diapers all the time, Lisa?"

    Lisa (close-up of her face and upper chest): "Yes, Megan, I do. I just
    wish there were a bigger and thicker diaper for Chris. He could sure
    use them."

    (full frontal shot of all three, Chris turns back around)

    Megan: "There *is* a bigger and thicker diaper, Lisa."

    Lisa: "There is?"

    Megan: "Why yes, they're called 'Thickies.'"

    (show close-up of hand-drawn logo)

    Lisa: "Thickies? Why are they called 'Thickies?'"

    Megan: "Because they're THICK!"

    Lisa: "Well, so are the diapers that Chris wears right now."

    Megan: "No, Lisa, I mean, these are THI-ICK! And they're BIG, too!"

    Lisa: "What do they look like?"

    Megan: "Mom just picked some up today. Let me get one and show you."

    (Megan walks off the set, returns in next scene with "Thickies"
    diaper.)

    	Lisa had taken a stack of a dozen of my diapers and pinned them
    together without putting them on me, that way they would resemble one
    very thick diaper. Megan returned to the "set", holding the thick set
    of diapers. The taping continued and things were going more smoothly.

    (Megan holds up diaper in front of her, looks at Lisa, shows the diaper
    Chris out of the scene)

    Lisa: "Wow, Megan! That's the biggest, thickest diaper I have ever
    seen!"

    (show close up of diaper being held up)

    Megan (voice only): "That's why they're called 'Thickies!'"

    Lisa (facing Megan): "Do you think Chris would wear it?"

    Megan: "He has to, we're his sisters, and if we say he wears them, he
    wears them!"

    Lisa: "What are we waiting for? Let's go change Chris into the Thickies
    diaper right now!"

    (Megan and Lisa each take Chris' hands and walk him down the hall, show
    shot from front and then from behind, do close-ups of Megan's and
    Lisa's butts and then Chris' butt and then zoom out)

    Megan (frontal shot while walking, turning to Chris): "Let's go change
    your diaper now, Chris."

    	Tony shot a scene of me being led into my bedroom by Lisa and
    Megan. I got up on my changing table and I was given a diaper change at
    last. While Lisa did the work, Megan and Betty both watched, each of
    them standing at my sides. Lisa removed the wet and very loaded diaper.
    I felt embarrassed as my dick stood up so stiffly the minute the diaper
    was pulled away. Lisa pulled the diaper away from me and showed Megan
    and Betty how much pee and poop I could put in a diaper and smear all
    over my butt. All I could see above me were three girls admiring my
    state of nakedness and uncontrolled sexual arousal. The strong smell of
    my poop didn't seem to deter them. Lisa wiped me clean and then she got
    my cloth diapers ready.
    	Betty took the pins out of the "prop" diaper that was intended to
    resemble a single "Thickies" diaper and then she handed each diaper to
    Lisa. Lisa wrapped the first diaper around me and starting pinning it
    on. Megan helped pinning the diapers on and eventually, wrapping the
    subsequent diapers over the others that I was already wearing. Betty
    took her turn and put some diapers on me and pinned them on, too.
    	After I was pinned into ten diapers and the next one was getting
    put on me, I looked through a gap between Lisa's and Megan's shoulders
    and saw a red light glowing from outside my bedroom door. It was slowly
    and unsteadily moving back and forth. It was the recording light to the
    video camera. Tony was videotaping the three girls changing my diapers!
    	"Hey!" I shouted as I sat up and looked at Tony, who was sporting
    a nicely sized erection in his diaper. "Turn that camera off, Tony!"
    	"Sorry, Chris, I couldn't resist," he said. "While your diapers
    were off you couldn't see anything but Lisa's, Megan's and Betty's
    butts, anyway."
    	"You would have had to use the wide-angle lens for a shot of my
    butt," Megan said as she pointed to her large rump.
    	"Mine, too," Lisa added. "But like I've said to Chris, my big
    butt comes from cellulite; his big butt comes from his diapers."
    	"I did get some nice shots of your diapers getting thicker and
    thicker each time one of the girls stepped away from you, though," Tony
    said to me.
    	"I can't wait to see what this video looks like!" Lisa giggled.
    Then she said, "Come on, Thickies-Butt!" She slapped my diapered butt
    as hard as she could, knowing that I wouldn't feel a thing, and I
    didn't. She led me back out to the kitchen to videotape the rest of the
    "commercial." I could barely even waddle in such super thickly-stacked
    diapers.
    	When the taping resumed, Betty held up a sign that she had just
    made. It simply said "LATER..."
    	The next scene showed me standing in between Megan and Lisa, each
    of whom had one hand on my shoulders and pointing to my big diapers
    with the other hand. My shirt had been pulled up and rolled up to fully
    expose the high rise of my diapers. The dialog then followed with
    various scene changes in between:

    Lisa: "Wow, Megan, you're right. Thickies diapers are just the thing
    our brother needs!"

    Megan: "Yeah, and since they are so thick, he can pee and poop as much
    as he wants without any leaks or spills!"

    Lisa: "It'll sure be nice to sit in the living room again without
    having to see if Chris has sat there already."

    Megan: "And we don't have to change him until...I don't know, next
    week!"

    Lisa: "I don't think he can go quite *that* long without a diaper
    change, Megan!"

    	In the next scene I turned around to show my butt to the camera
    as the script called for this.

    Lisa: "Megan, what are we going to do about his plastic pants?"

    Megan: "Oh, that's easy!" (grab pair of plastic pants outside of scene
    and hold them up) "Thickies makes plastic pants, too!"

    	Lisa then put my plastic pants on and she couldn't even fit them
    completely over my diapers, but it was good enough for the commercial,
    anyway.

    Lisa: "Now, what about some jeans that will fit over Chris' Thickies
    diapers and plastic pants?"

    Megan: "Oh, well, Thickies doesn't make any jeans that will fit over
    their diapers, but then, Chris doesn't need jeans, anyway."

    Lisa: "You're right, Megan, he doesn't. After all, doesn't he look so
    cuuuute in his THICKIES DIAPERS!"

    Megan: "Yeah, Thickies diapers not only work good, they look good, too-
    - on our brother, that is!"

    	The last scene showed Lisa holding my pants that I had taken off
    before the videotaping began.

    Lisa: "So, I guess Chris won't need these, anymore."

    	The next scene showed my pants getting thrown into the garbage
    can with the lid being slammed down afterwards. Last of all was the
    closing scene that showed me standing alone with the Thickies
    "wallpaper" and logo to my side. I then had my one and only speaking
    part in the entire script:

    Chris: "Thickies diapers. Because potty training isn't for everyone!"

    	The last scene showed a fade-out of a rear shot of me with a
    smaller sign with the Thickies logo pasted onto my shirt. This was the
    end of the commercial.

    	"Hey, let's watch it now!" Megan said. All five of us went into
    the living room and crowded onto the couch. I waddled behind them, of
    course. Lisa put the tape in the VCR and then sat down next to me,
    squeezing me between her big right thigh and Megan's left thigh.
    	Everybody laughed as we watched the commercial, though I was
    feeling embarrassed about it. I can't say that doing this helped to
    ease my mind about how the kids at school would react to seeing me
    appear in commercials and in magazines. Actually, it did help somewhat,
    knowing that the real commercial, whatever it would be, would certainly
    be done more tastefully.
    	While we were watching it, my Mom came home from work. She came
    in the door and saw the five of us sitting on the couch.
    	"What are you guys all watching?" she asked.
    	"We did a commercial for Thickies diapers!" Lisa said.
    	Mom just sighed. "You kids. You boys and your diapers. Had I only
    known what sort of monster we'd create when we put you in diapers,
    Chris."
    	"Wanna watch it?" Lisa said.
    	"Later, I need to get dinner started, and Megan and Betty both
    need to be going home. I doubt any of you have done your homework,
    either."
    	"Okay," we all groaned. Tony put his pants back on and left for
    home. Megan walked with him as she was heading in the same direction.
    Betty took off, too. Lisa and I were called into the kitchen to take
    down all the "Thickies" signs and put away all the paper and other
    materials that we were using. Mom also discovered that my pants were
    still sitting in the garbage when she went to throw out some leftovers
    so that she could use the big pot that had been in the refrigerator for
    the last week. Because of this, she ended up getting my pants dirty
    with the rotted food that she ended up dumping all over them. not that
    I was going to be wearing them until tomorrow, anyway.
    	The rest of the evening passed rather uneventfully. After dad and
    Cindy each came home we had dinner, and then Lisa and I all did our
    homework, as did Cindy. Cindy had been told about the "commercial" that
    we shot this afternoon and she wanted to see it, so after dinner, we
    all sat around the TV to watch the "commercial" while enjoying some ice
    cream bars for dessert. Cindy wished she had been a part of making the
    commercial, but she enjoyed watching Megan take her place as my other
    sister.
    	After I took my bath and got changed into some clean diapers for
    bedtime I again thought about how the other kids from my school and the
    local area would react to seeing me appear in a diaper advertising spot
    on television if I made it this far. The mock diaper commercial that
    was taped today helped me to overcome my inhibitions about it somewhat.
    In spite of the embarrassing situations Lisa and Betty put me in, I
    figured it wouldn't be so bad when working with a professional crew. A
    second wind of confidence came over me and I went to bed with this
    pleasant thought in my mind as well as in the front of my diapers.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 26
    ---------------------------

    	All day long I thought about what things would be like when the
    representative from CKM Products would be visiting our house this
    evening. I didn't know what to expect once the representative arrived.
    I went home by myself today since both Tony and I each had a ton of
    homework to do and that his Mom had gotten on him for not getting all
    his assignments done the night before. I was hoping he'd get to come
    over with me so he would know what to expect when he was to be visited
    a couple days later.
    	I had been told ahead of time to not be in a freshly changed
    diaper, if possible, when the representative showed up. This was so
    that the representative could see how effective my current diapers were
    in order to compare them against the Thickies. Lisa changed me into my
    cloth diapers right away, and knowing that the representative would
    also see me in them, she made sure that my diapers would be thick
    enough to make a big impression on the representative. My bowels had
    been coming out soft and runny again today, and I had pooped three
    times while at school. Because of this I had a good feeling that the
    representative would get a good sampling of how my diapers were
    typically used. At about 5:15 or so, my diapers were still only wet,
    but another flood of wet poop quickly changed that, and once again my
    diapers were once again in their usual stinky state of poopy fullness.
    A little before six, I deposited another warm blast of liquid shit, a
    larger load this time. My entire butt felt like it had half an inch's
    worth of poop on it. I had also been drinking extra fluids to ensure
    that the diapers would be plenty wet, which they were.
    	Shortly after 6:00, after my Mom had gotten home from work, the
    representative showed up at the door. I was expecting the
    representative to be a man and had assumed that a man would show up,
    but when my Mom opened the door, I was surprised to hear a woman's
    voice.
    	"Hello," my Mom said.
    	"Good evening," she said as she shook hands with my Mom. "I'm
    Linda White. I'm here from CKM Products, Incorporated."
    	"Yes, please come on in," my mother invited the lady in. She
    appeared to be in her late twenties or early thirties. She was dressed
    very professionally in a navy blue skirt and blouse. She was also
    toting a large briefcase. I was sitting at the computer typing a paper
    for school when she showed up. Linda then looked at me sitting with my
    bare legs dangling from the chair, noting that all I had on were some
    very thick diapers and a shirt.
    	"I see I've come to the right place," Linda said as she came into
    the living room and approached me.
    	"Hello, you must be Chris," Linda said as she extended her arm
    and smiled at me. I extended my arm and shook hands with her.
    	"Yes, I'm, Chris," I told her.
    	"I'm sure you figured that out pretty easily, since Chris is the
    only one who wears diapers around here," Lisa said to the lady.
    	"I'm Linda White, I'm represent the CKM Products Company," she
    introduced herself to me. "You probably know us better as the Thickies
    Diaper Company."
    	"That's usually what I call you guys," I said to her nervously,
    being that a lady I had never met before was looking at me in my thick
    diapers. Of course, I knew that my wearing diapers was her entire
    purpose for being here.
    	My Mom called me into the kitchen to join her and Linda. As Lisa
    and Cindy were listed as the primary diaper changers, they were also
    called in. Lisa and Cindy exchanged greetings with Linda and they sat
    down across from her. Before I sat down, Linda had me stand next to her
    so that she could examine the diapers that I was wearing. I felt
    embarrassed about her doing this, but I knew that, at least for
    business purposes, she was interested in seeing what my diapers looked
    like and how well they appeared to function. I had a good feeling she
    was expecting my diapers to stink, which they definitely did. She ran
    her hands along the leg openings and the waistband of my plastic pants.
    She was quite impressed by the extreme thickness and overall rise of my
    diapers on my body and she commented on this. She then asked me if I
    could pull down my plastic pants so that she could see the diapers
    themselves. She was quite impressed by the number of pins I had in my
    diapers.
    	"To be honest, when I read your questionnaire and saw how many
    diapers you wear, Chris, I wasn't sure if you were serious," Linda
    said. "I can see that you do wear a lot of diapers."
    	"Oh yeah, we were very serious," Lisa said with conviction. "If
    you saw what he put in his diapers every day, you'd want him very well-
    diapered up, too."
    	"Well, Chris, you definitely are the most heavily diapered of all
    the applicants that I have interviewed so far," Linda said. "Is there a
    reason you wear so many diapers?"
    	"He likes them really, really thick!" Lisa immediately answered
    for me. "And we just like diapering him that way and watching him
    waddle in them and seeing his butt all padded up."
    	"Good thing he's diapered like that, too, considering what he
    puts into those diapers.," she added , reiterating the statement she
    had made just a moment ago.
    	Mom looked at Lisa, seeing that she was starting to get carried
    away, so Mom gave her a look of disapproval.
    	"Sorry, Mom, but she did ask."
    	"I know, but still..." Mom said.
    	"I just like to wear them thick," I said, feeling that my own
    answer would have more validity. "I like how they look on me, and they
    feel good that way, too."
    	"That's understandable," Linda said as she took note of various
    details concerning my diapers, helping me to feel at ease. "Lots of
    boys enjoy wearing diapers. I have an eleven-year-old son who really
    likes to wear the Thickies Diapers and he says he likes them because
    they're so thick. His sister likes to put him in them, too, for the
    same reasons that your sisters told me. I think you'll like wearing
    them, too, Chris."
    	I wanted to know more about Linda's son, so I asked her about him
    and what he wore diapers for.
    	"Chris," my Mom said quietly, but sternly as she grabbed my arm.
    "You shouldn't ask those things."
    	"It's okay, Mrs. Barrett," Linda told my Mom with a smile. "I
    don't mind at all if he asks. I know how my son feels about his diapers
    and he likes to know about other boys who are like him. He's a
    bedwetter, and he has problems with his bowels, too. He grew up wearing
    diapers and just got used to them. He hated being expected to make it
    to the toilet and this was really tough on him, so then he told us he'd
    rather wear diapers and forget the toilet completely, so we let him
    wear diapers instead and told him he would never have to try getting to
    the toilet ever again. He liked being in diapers all the time and asked
    if he could wear some thicker ones. We started using five or six
    diapers on him at a time. When I learned about the Thickies diapers
    that are coming out I decided to become a representative for this
    division of the company after working in the design department. I felt
    that by having a son who likes to wear diapers, I felt that I was
    qualified for this particular position."
    	Linda then continued examining my diapers and asking my sisters
    and me several more questions about my diaper changes and how
    frequently I peed and pooped in them. Linda was genuinely interested in
    the answers that we were giving her and she seemed to enjoy the way
    Lisa and Cindy talked about how I always looked in diapers, but Linda
    had to maintain her professionalism. She wrote down our answers and she
    also had an audio recorder running.
    	After thoroughly looking over my diapers, she cleaned her hands
    with a pre-moistened towelette that she had brought with her,
    apparently for this purpose. She then started writing some more notes
    on a form. I couldn't read what she had written, but I was curious what
    it said.
    	After Linda completed her interview with us she said that she
    would return in a moment to bring me my trial supply of Thickies
    diapers. She brought in one box. It was big! She could barely even get
    it through the door. Judging from the way she was walking and grunting,
    the box had to have weighed a lot. She set it in the middle of the
    living room floor as my Mom had directed her.
    	"There's one more box, be right back," Linda said as she went
    back out to her rental car to retrieve the other box.
    	"Wow," I said. "There's more? How big are these things, and how
    many am I getting?"
    	"She'll tell you, Chris," my Mom said.
    	"Yeah, Chris, keep your pants on," Lisa said to me. "Actually,
    come to think of it, you aren't wearing any."
    	"Wow, this is like Christmas!" I commented as I looked at the
    box. "Can I open it now?" I asked my Mom.
    	"No, just wait," my Mom told me.
    	Linda came back in with a second, smaller box. She asked if the
    living room would be a good place for her to present the diapers and to
    explain their features. Mom said this would be fine. She shut the
    vertical blinds to keep the sun from shining in and she told Cindy to
    shut off the TV. Lisa, Cindy and I all sat on the couch while Mom sat
    in her recliner. Linda stood in the middle of the floor with the boxes
    before her and she opened both of them.
    	First, Linda pulled out one of the Thickies diapers from the
    first, larger box. As I expected, the diaper was pure white. It gleamed
    of such absolute cleanliness that I always enjoyed seeing whenever I
    got new diapers. Linda held the diaper before her, and even before she
    unfolded it I could tell that it was quite big and would provide ample
    coverage above my waist. Most of all, it was THICK! Seeing the
    thickness of the fabric edgewise, I could tell that the diaper
    contained at least two, maybe three inches worth of solid material! I
    was drooling when I saw how much padding the Thickies diaper had all
    around it, with even more layers in the front and the seat. The diaper
    most definitely lived up to its name.
    	Linda smiled at me as she could sense my joy over seeing the
    diaper. My dick instantly stiffened up at the initial sight of the
    Thickies diapers and I almost came in my diapers without even touching
    myself. She pointed out the other features of the diaper, such as the
    wide crotch, the higher rise, and the high-capacity leak guards around
    the leg openings. She also mentioned that the absorbent core of the
    diaper contained a high-absorbency material that was touted to hold
    twice as much wetness as regular cloth.
    	At about this time my Dad came home from work. He pardoned
    himself for the intrusion as he walked through the living room,
    glancing at the diapers that I was going to be wearing fairly soon, and
    passing by as he made his way to his bedroom.
    	Meanwhile, Linda continued with her presentation and she showed
    us the plastic pants that were specially designed for use with the
    Thickies diapers. These came out of the second, smaller box. I noticed
    that they were vertically oblong in their shape.
    	"Most plastic pants don't have the right proportions to cover up
    the Thickies diapers completely," she explained, comparing the Thickies
    plastic pants to a regular pair that she had also furnished. "These
    will go up high enough to cover up the Thickies diapers. These are also
    made of a heavier vinyl and feature tighter legbands and waistbands
    than most plastic pants."
    	Linda then handed me the diaper and the plastic pants so that I
    could look at them and feel them. I wasn't expecting the diaper to be
    as heavy as it was. It contained a lot of material. I ran my hands all
    over it and felt its virgin softness. I then held the diaper in front
    of me and spread it out. I looked at the length of the diaper and the
    way the seams so prominently marked the extra layers in the middle.
    	"Let me see it," Lisa said.
    	"Me, too," Cindy added. I handed the diaper over to them.
    	"Ooh, I can't wait to put this on Chris!" Cindy said as she
    looked at me.
    	"I can't wait to see how he looks in it!" Lisa remarked.
    	"You will," Linda said. "After this presentation is over with you
    can put it on him."
    	Lastly, Linda showed us the diaper pins that came with the
    Thickies diapers. I had never seen such big diaper pins before! They
    were about three inches long and made from a heavier metal.
    	"These are some special diaper pins that, like the plastic pants,
    were designed specifically for use with Thickies diapers. Ordinary
    diaper pins would not work with Thickies."
    	"I was wondering how we'd ever get such big diapers pinned on
    using ordinary diaper pins," Lisa commented.
    	"Well, these aren't ordinary diapers we're talking about here,"
    Linda commented.
    	Dad had changed into some more comfortable clothes and then he
    joined us in the living room. He took his easy chair and watched as
    Linda briefly recapped what she had told the rest of us about the
    diapers and the other items.
    	"I never knew that Chris' diaper obsession would ever lead to
    anything like this," my Dad remarked, seeming to accept the fact that I
    was destined to be wearing such enormous diapers and possibly be
    promoting them nationwide, too. I then looked at the plastic pants. I
    could tell that the plastic pants were tailored with more of a rise in
    them than any of my other pairs of plastic pants.
    	"Now, you do realize, Chris, that when you are wearing these
    diapers, you cannot be wearing any pants or shorts over them," Linda
    said.
    	"That's not a problem," Lisa said. "He never wears anything over
    his diapers anyway, unless he's in school."
    	"Most kids who wear diapers seem to prefer to wear nothing over
    them anyway," Linda said. "And if they regularly wear their diapers
    really thick like Chris does, then they can't fit anything else over
    their diapers. Since my own son is privately tutored and doesn't go to
    a public school he never wears anything over his diapers at all."
    	"Hey, can I be privately tutored, too, Mom?" I asked her. I
    thought about how neat it would be to get to wear nothing but diapers--
    ever-- and not have to go to school and be teased by everyone else for
    wearing diapers.
    	"Maybe when we win the lottery we'll hire you a tutor," my Mom
    said, then apologized to Linda for the interruption.
    	"That's okay, your son is very excited about this and I
    understand," Linda said and then resumed her presentation.
    	"Anyway, as I mentioned, Chris will need to wear nothing but his
    diapers while at home over the next sixty days, the length of the
    testing period. As we just discussed, this obviously won't be a problem
    for you. I just like remind everyone of this. Even the kids who are
    testing the disposable diapers will have to do this as well, even
    though they're not as thick as the cloth diapers. Because the cloth
    diapers are so thick. not only would you have to wear much larger-sized
    clothes, but by having just your diapers on, Chris, this also allows
    others to observe your diapers and how well they perform."
    	"So does this mean that we have to fill out another log or
    tracking form?" Lisa asked, sighing.
    	"Well, yes, you will be tracking some information again, but it's
    not nearly as intensive as the first one," Linda assured Lisa. "That
    brings me to the next part of my presentation."
    	Linda then reached into the smaller box and pulled out a strange-
    looking device. It had some white, wide strips of cloth dangling down
    from what looked like a narrow, white belt. It had a plastic buckle on
    it. Attached to the belt was a little electronic black box of some
    sort. It had an LCD screen on the front and a series of buttons. It
    resembled a pager, only that it was a little bigger.
    	"What the hell is that contraption?" my Dad asked.
    	"This is a monitoring device," Linda said. "It's sort of like a
    Potty Pager-- one of those things that bedwetters sometimes use-- but
    with some modifications that the manufacturer implemented into it
    specially for our purposes. Actually, it has a precise measuring system
    in it that most such devices don't have."
    	"So how does it work?" Lisa asked Linda.
    	"Chris will wear this belt around his waist, actually, more
    around his chest, given the height of his diapers. These strips will be
    tucked down inside his diaper. The strips will sense and record the
    times at which Chris wets and has bowel movements. It also measures the
    volume of urine and feces. The information is then displayed on the
    front panel on the black box, which is the information that you will be
    using to record the results, and you only have to do it after you take
    Chris' Thickies diapers off of him. It's specially tested and
    engineered, and it's very accurate, too."
    	"How were they tested?" I asked Linda.
    	"We used them on babies and toddlers first, and then they were
    developed for use with our product by the original testers of the
    Thickies prototype, the boys that you see on the cover of the product
    information packet."
    	I wasn't so sure about having to wear this particular diaper
    doodad. It made the whole thing seem too scientific, like I had
    suddenly become some sort of lab rat. My biggest concern was if it
    would be uncomfortable, so I asked Linda about this.
    	"You won't feel a thing," she assured me. "You won't even know
    the strips are in your diapers."
    	"Does it make any sound or anything?" my Mom asked Linda.
    	"A green light goes on when it detects new wetness and a red
    light goes on when it detects a bowel movement. It will also emit a
    beeping sound, though this can be toggled on and off with a little
    button so that it won't disturb sleep. After the device has measured
    the amount of urine and fecal matter that it has been tested to hold it
    will then alert you to change him. I think you'll be surprised by how
    much these diapers can hold."
    	"What if Chris wears more than one diaper?" Lisa asked.
    	"Well, these diapers are pretty thick, so I don't think you'll
    need to put more than one diaper on Chris, but if you want to change
    the settings you can. The instructions will explain how to do this."
    	Linda then said that it was time for me to get put into my new
    Thickies diaper. She waited out in the living room and talked with my
    parents about things like how the monitoring devices were being
    developed in cooperation with another company that was interested in
    using them for institutional use. As my dad was a stockbroker, he
    became interested in the CKM company from a financial perspective as
    well as the company that manufactured the monitoring devices.
    	Meanwhile, Lisa and Cindy were given the Thickies diaper and the
    plastic pants. They stripped me of my regular diapers and thoroughly
    cleaned up my bottom.
    	Lisa and Cindy had to toss a coin to determine who would get to
    put the first Thickies diaper on me. I had a hunch that Lisa would get
    it, and she did. As a consolation, however, Cindy would get to put my
    plastic pants on.
    	As I watched Lisa spread the diaper out in front of me I felt my
    dick-- already in its fully erect state—tingle and tease me with
    harbingers of an ejaculation. I managed to keep my semen down, that is,
    until I felt Lisa pull the super thick fabric over my penis and balls.
    At that point I shot my load into the diaper before it was even pinned
    onto me.
    	Lisa looked down at my crotch and then she ran her hand along it
    to feel the thickness of the diaper. This forced more semen to spurt
    out into the front of the diaper.
    	"This is one THICK diaper, Chris!" Lisa said, unaware of what I
    had just done in it. She then pulled the front of the diaper back to
    readjust it so that she could pull it up higher and tighter. When she
    did, she saw the white gooey mess that was all over my stomach.
    	"Oh my God!" Lisa said. "You just jizzed, Chris!" I didn't say
    anything. It felt good, but it was also embarrassing for how it
    happened.
    	"I had a feeling that would happen sooner or later," Lisa said.
    "Well, you'll do a lot more in it by the time the night's over with."
    	Lisa got the enormous diaper wrapped around me and pinned it on
    using all eight of the big diaper pins that were supplied. The diaper
    covered more than just my stomach. It came up to my rib cage. I could
    feel that it came up even higher in the rear. This was a serious
    diaper!
    	I hopped down from my changing table. I stood there and felt the
    thick diapers forcing my legs apart. I knew I would not be able to walk
    in these diapers any more normally than I did in the others. They felt
    just as thick as the dozen regular diapers that I was usually put in.
    	Cindy then got ready to put my plastic pants on. Before she did,
    she commented on how my Thickies diapers looked from behind.
    	"The seams and the extra layers bulging out in the rear really
    make your butt stand out even more," Cindy said. "Reminds me of your
    training pants. Of course, the training part of it was a moot point.
    Anyway, you look cute!"
    	Cindy then put the plastic pants on over the Thickies diaper.
    They came up as high as my Thickies diapers did. They were still tight
    like my other plastic pants. Lisa and Cindy then felt that a
    "christening" of my new Thickies diapers was in order by giving me a
    "spank test."
    	"Linda's waiting on us," I said.
    	"I know, but we have to do this," Lisa said with a smile as she
    sat down in my desk chair and bent me over. I didn't bother fighting it
    since this would only make things worse. I had a hard time admitting
    it, but I sort of enjoyed getting spanked, too, at least as long as I
    had diapers on and that it wasn't for punishment. I figured that I
    didn't resist probably because of how much attention my sisters paid to
    my prominently padded-up rear end, which was another thing I enjoyed
    about wearing diapers around them. She and Cindy then took turns
    whapping my heavily diapered butt as hard as they could. I could barely
    feel it and I told my sisters that I wasn't feeling anything.
    	"Then these diapers pass the test!" Lisa said as she delivered
    one final swat. We went back out to the front room. Linda had the
    monitoring belt ready. She asked me how the diaper felt.
    	"It feels really good," I said honestly.
    	"It's good and tight?"
    	"Yes," I said. "I'm not used to them going so high, though."
    	"Well, that's part of the design," Linda said. "You do realize
    that these diapers were designed to be worn by themselves, so even if
    you did get some pants that will fit, they won't cover the top portion
    of the diaper."
    	Linda then put the monitoring belt around me and demonstrated how
    the strips were to be inserted inside the diaper. I looked down at the
    black box that was strapped over my stomach. Right away the green light
    went on and the beeper sounded, though I hadn't peed.
    	"Did you wet already?" Lisa asked me.
    	"No," I said. I knew the diaper had picked up moisture from
    having ejaculated into them, but I didn't want to explain this to
    Linda.
    	"It will do that if it detects any moisture after it's
    initialized," Linda explained.
    	"I think I know what that moisture came from," Cindy said with a
    suppressed giggle. Linda then explained how the monitoring device was
    to be used during the testing period.
    	"After you change Chris' diapers, press this button and this will
    initialize the monitoring device," Linda said. "That's all you have to
    do yourself."
    	"What about the batteries?" Cindy asked.
    	"It just uses two AAA batteries," Linda said.
    	"So how many diapers do I get?" I asked, not having yet looked in
    the box to see how many there were.
    	"You get twelve diapers and six pairs of plastic pants. This
    should be enough to last you during the testing period."
    	"I do get to keep the diapers, don't I?" I asked.
    	"Oh yes, most definitely," Linda told me.
    	"Who'd want them after *you* used them, anyway?" Lisa asked me,
    mainly to mock me for asking such a question.
    	"All we take back are the monitoring devices," Linda said. We
    also ask that your parents leave a deposit in the event the device is
    lost, stolen or willfully damaged."
    	By the time Linda had left it was time for dinner. As it was
    already well past 7:00 P.M., Mom called out for pizza instead of
    cooking. Within my first hour of wearing my Thickies diaper I peed and
    pooped in it, too, triggering both lights on the monitoring device at
    the same time. Needless to say, the delivery driver took a double take
    when he saw me wearing such a massive diaper while I was sitting at the
    computer writing about tonight's events Doogie Howser style. I called
    Tony to tell him what had happened during the presentation. He laughed
    when I told him about the monitoring device.
    	"Don't laugh too much," I said. "You're probably gonna end up
    wearing one, too."

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 27
    ---------------------------

    	Tony came home with me after school the following Wednesday.
    After what I had told him on the phone last night and during school, he
    couldn't wait to see what these Thickies diapers were actually like. He
    was also interested in seeing how the monitoring device worked.
    	Lisa and Cindy were both there that day as well as Cindy's friend
    Gina. Cindy's softball practice had been canceled on account of the
    heavy rain that had been falling all day long. Tony and I both came
    into the house soaking wet, not just in our diapers, but all over.
    	"A little wet, I see," Lisa said as she watched Tony and I enter
    the house with rainwater dripping from our jackets. My hair was
    drenched, too. She took our jackets and then told me to get to my room
    so that she could diaper me.
    	Tony went into my room with me as he wanted to look at one of the
    Thickies diapers. While Lisa got one of the diapers out for me, she
    grabbed another one for Tony so he could look at it.
    	"Holy shit!" Tony exclaimed as he held the big diaper. "This
    thing is thick, and heavy!"
    	"Wanna try wearing one?" Lisa offered.
    	"Uh, sure," Tony said nervously. "I just want to know what they
    feel like."
    	"You will," Lisa said with a smile. Lisa stripped off my soaking
    wet disposable diaper and wiped my genitals dry.
    	"No poop today?" Lisa said as she only had to wipe pee wetness
    from my butt this time. "That's a surprise."
    	"I had to get an emergency diaper change just after the last
    recess," I told her.
    	"What a shame to waste a good diaper like this without you
    putting it to its full use," Lisa said as she tossed the wet diaper
    into the pail. Next, she powdered up my entire butt and crotch, pouring
    a generous amount into her hand and rubbing it all around me, ensuring
    that my erection would not disappear any time soon.
    	I wasn't used to seeing my sisters only have to prepare one
    diaper before putting it on me. I was used to watching them stack up a
    bunch of diapers, and I enjoyed seeing how many diapers I was about to
    be wearing for the next several hours before they were to be removed
    and replaced with another equal or greater amount of diapers to be worn
    until morning. Funny thing that Lisa was thinking the same thing.
    	"You know, Chris," Lisa started, "one thing I miss about these
    Thickies diapers is that they're already stacked together into one
    diaper, and I liked stacking your other diapers and seeing how many
    diapers I could put on your butt," Lisa said. "I also miss the pins."
    	"So, see how many Thickies diapers you can put on him," Tony
    suggested. I couldn't imagine what *two* of these monstrous diapers
    would feel like, and when Lisa took Tony up on his suggestion, I didn't
    have to imagine it for very much longer.
    	"Let's see if you can handle two Thickies," Lisa said to me.
    Without hesitation she reached for a second diaper. I didn't even think
    two such diapers worn together would be possible, but it was. By adding
    the second huge diaper, she doubled the bulk of the padding all around
    me. I felt the thickness the most in my crotch and over my butt.
    Because of having only eight of the large diaper pins, she had to use
    four on the first diaper and four on the outer diaper. I wished I had
    thought to ask Linda if she had extra diaper pins when she visited last
    night. I figured maybe Tony could get some from her when it was his
    turn to be visited. Lisa then put the plastic pants on me, being sure
    to let Tony see a pair of them.
    	"Those are specially made for Thickies diapers," Lisa explained.
    	"Yeah, they do go just a bit high, don't they?" Tony said as he
    examined the somewhat vertically disproportionate garment.
    	"They have to," Lisa said. "Chris almost doesn't even need a
    shirt with these diapers."
    	I still got to wear a shirt in spite of the fact that I could
    feel the diapers rise up past my elbows when I put my arms at my sides.
    The shirt, however, wasn't one of my regular shirts. Just before Linda
    left last night, she mentioned that there were two white T-shirts in
    the box with the Thickies logo emblazoned in red across the front and
    back of them. These shirts were purposely cut shorter than a regular T-
    shirt, most likely so that most of the diapers would be showing. As I
    sat up, Lisa put one of these shirts on me to replace the one I had
    worn to school that day.
    	"Your other shirt was wet from the rain, anyway," Lisa said as
    she tossed it into my clothes hamper. As I scooted forward on the
    changing table I could feel the diapers beneath me cushioning my bottom
    several inches from the surface of the table. When I got down on the
    floor I couldn't put my legs together and was forced to waddle. I
    looked at my butt in the mirror on my door. Through the plastic pants I
    could see the seams that marked the extra padding in the rear of my
    diapers.
    	Lisa still had yet to attach the monitoring device, and Tony had
    yet to see it. Before she let him see it, she swapped out the
    changeable detector strips with some clean ones, setting aside the
    urine and poop-covered strips to be rinsed off later. Four sets of
    sensing strips were supplied with the monitoring device.
    	"So, what's this monitor thing you were telling me about?"
    	"Well, that's what I'm about to demonstrate," Lisa said to Tony
    as he sat in my desk chair and watched. He had taken his rain-dampened
    pants off, I assumed, to give his hard-on some space.
    	Lisa let Tony look at the device before she took it back from him
    and put it around me. She stuffed the detector strips down inside my
    diapers. The strip that went down into the seat of my diapers had a
    small probe attached on the end. I felt Lisa shove it down into my butt
    crack. My tight diapers required Lisa to grab a ruler from my desk in
    order to stuff the sensor strip all the way down. Lastly, she cinched
    the belt around me at chest level.
    	Tony had been waiting his turn to be diapered in a Thickies, and
    within minutes, he had been stripped of his disposable diaper and
    cleaned of his bowel movement, assuring Lisa that there was no escaping
    wiping up a stinky boy's butt after school. His poop-laden diaper was
    tossed in with the diaper that Lisa had just removed from me. His dick
    stood completely stretched out as he awaited the Thickies diaper. Lisa
    powdered him up first, teasing his erection in the process. I enjoyed
    watching Tony's naked crotch instantly become fully and thickly
    diapered in one fell swoop. Lisa topped the diaper off with another
    pair of the plastic pants and then she dismissed him and helped him
    down from the changing table. He waddled over to me.
    	"What do you think?" I asked him.
    	"I love these," Tony said with a grin. "Of course, I'm used to
    disposables, but these feel really good!"
    	Tony then looked at the monitor device and asked if Lisa had one
    that he could wear.
    	"No, they just give you one," Lisa said. "You'll be getting one,
    too. Okay, let's go show Gina what you boys look like in your
    Thickies."
    	Lisa escorted Tony and me to the girls' bedroom where Cindy and
    Gina were supposedly doing homework, but instead looking through past
    issues of Tiger Beat. Lisa opened the door and the two girls looked at
    us and giggled.
    	"Cute shirt," Gina said.
    	"You mean, you didn't notice his DIAPERS first?" Lisa said.
    	"Of course, it's just that it's the only thing I have ever seen
    Chris wearing here and I'm so used to it," Gina explained. "That, and I
    got a brother in diapers myself, too."
    	"Why is Chris' diaper so much thicker?" Cindy asked, noting that
    my diapers bulged out more than Tony's, though his one diaper was still
    impressively bulky.
    	"I double-diapered him," Lisa said.
    	"You mean, you got *two* Thickies to fit him?" Cindy asked
    incredulously.
    	"Oh yeah," Lisa said. "Maybe we can get him some Thickies in the
    next size up and try three of them sometime."
    	As much as I loved thick diapers, I couldn't imagine what three
    of these huge diapers would feel like or look like.
    	"What's that black thing?" Gina asked. She got up and took a
    closer look at it.
    	"It tells us when Chris pees and poops," Lisa explained. "You
    can't tell what he's doing in these diapers without it. The green light
    means he's wetting, and the red light means he's pooping. It also
    beeps."
    	When I turned around, Gina noted how the extra seams in the seat
    and the extra padding drew even more attention to my rear end.
    	"Gee, Chris, it's not like your butt doesn't already draw enough
    attention to itself," she said. "I can't wait to see Bryce wearing
    those Thickies diapers as soon as they're available."
    	I showed Tony the booklet that came with the monitoring device as
    well as the sheets where the information from the monitoring device was
    to be recorded. The monitoring device would measure how long I had worn
    the diapers from the point at which the unit is initialized after a
    diaper change. It also listed the times at which it detected new
    wetness and bowel movements as well as the cumulative weight and volume
    of my wastes. Lisa set this same data form up on the computer's
    spreadsheet application, Lotus 1-2-3, just so she could have more fun
    with it and chart it all out on graphs.
    	Later on, Tony and I were playing on the computer since neither
    of us had enough homework to bother with it at that time. While I was
    in the middle of a game I had to pee, and when I did, the green light
    on my monitoring device went on and it beeped, too. The display
    indicated how much urine it had measured and how much weight it added
    to my diaper. Cindy and Gina were both watching TV when they heard my
    monitoring device go off and they both got up to look at me.
    	"Green light, he's just wet," Cindy said. "He'll be okay for
    awhile."
    	Tony's mother came by a short time later to pick him up, though
    she was earlier than what Tony had been expecting. As usual, Tony's mom
    stayed out in the car and sent Kara to the door to get her brother.
    Tony was still in the Thickies diaper when Kara came inside to get him.
    She looked at both of us and asked us if these were the Thickies
    diapers.
    	"No, these are called Thinnies," Tony remarked jokingly. "The
    Thickies are a lot thicker."
    	"So that must be what Chris is wearing then," Kara said, noting
    that I was doubly padded up.
    	"Actually, he's just wearing two Thickies," Lisa explained.
    	"What's that thing?" Kara asked as she pointed to the monitoring
    device strapped across my stomach. Lisa then briefly explained its
    purpose and then she demonstrated it to Kara. Lisa pressed a button to
    activate the display.
    	"See, he's already wet in them and it tells you how much he peed
    and the times he peed. It beeps and these lights will go on when he
    pees or poops."
    	"I'll be getting one with my diapers, too," Tony said to Kara.
    "So you'll get to see it when my diapers come tomorrow."
    	A couple minutes later Tony's Mom honked her horn.
    	"I'd better get going," Tony said. "But I need to change out of
    this diaper first."
    	"I'll go tell Mom you'll be right out," Kara said as she ran back
    outside. During this time Lisa took off his Thickies diaper and put him
    into one of his disposables that he was carrying around. Tony then
    picked up his pants and carried them out with him, staying in just his
    diaper. He then went out to the car with his sister.
    	I decided to work on my math assignment, which was the only thing
    I had to get done. I could feel a bowel movement coming. The second the
    poop began to fill my diaper the red light came on and it sounded with
    a beep at a lower pitch.
    	"Chris just pooped his diapers!" Lisa shouted out to the front
    room to Cindy and Gina, as Lisa could see the red light glowing on my
    monitoring device from beneath the kitchen table.
    	"How much?" Cindy asked. Lisa then told me to stand up so she
    could check the monitor. Reluctantly, I scooted away from the kitchen
    table and stood up. I turned to Lisa so that she could look at the
    display, which was still flashing the numbers as it hadn't yet finished
    detecting the flow of poop out of my butt since I was still releasing a
    few squirts.
    	"Uh, it says 19.7 ounces—wait-- 19.8, 19.9...let's see if he hits
    twenty ounces."
    	The display remained at 19.9 ounces and stopped flashing.
    	"You done pooping yet, Chris?" Lisa asked me as she reached
    around to pat my butt. "I was hoping you'd make it to ten."
    	"I dunno," I said as I felt the poop spread throughout the back
    of the diapers and could smell it, too. I was stuck between the chair I
    had been sitting in-- which was up against the wall behind me-- and
    Lisa's large body, so I couldn't move when she wanted to feel the
    padding of my diapered behind.
    	"Can't feel a thing, except your thick diapers," Lisa said a she
    pushed her hand in on my butt, making the poop squish around. I was
    afraid it would throw off the monitoring device when she did this, but
    it only measured what it could detect from the initial discharge,
    according to the book.
    	"I can see why they have to use these monitor things on you,"
    Lisa said.
    	I still felt more poop waiting to come out of my butt and I
    pushed it out while I was still standing. I emitted a fart sound and
    pooped some more. The display instantly shot up to a reading of 22.1
    ounces of fecal content weight, which was labeled "FCW" on the display.
    Beneath this reading was the fecal content volume, which read "FCV"; it
    read 18.7 ounces. Lisa came back to check it when she heard it beep
    again.
    	"Whoa!" she said. "I never realized you pooped so much, Chris,"
    Lisa said.
    	"You should know how much he poops by now, Lisa. You've seen it
    in his diapers every day," Cindy said as she and Gina came into the
    kitchen to take a look at the monitoring device.
    	"Yeah, but I've never actually measured it before," Lisa said. "I
    can't wait to see what your charts and graphs will look like when this
    is all done," she giggled.
    	As the afternoon continued on I finished my homework and then
    watched some TV. Each time I peed or pooped my diapers the alarm went
    off. Lisa and Cindy could hear it every time, and they'd announce it
    all over the house. The monitor device never did reach a point where it
    indicated that a diaper change was recommended.
    	At about 8:00 I was diapered for the night. The device hadn't
    indicated that I needed a diaper change since the pre-determined
    capacity of the diapers hadn't yet been attained. Lisa took off my very
    wet and soiled diapers. Cindy took the monitoring device and wrote all
    the numbers from the display onto the tracking sheet.
    	"Do you suppose they pick the ones who pee and poop the most to
    be in the commercials?" Cindy asked as she wrote the numbers down.
    	"Dunno, but looking at some of those numbers that Chris was
    making on his monitor, I'd say he's a shoe-in at this rate," Lisa said.
    	Lisa double-diapered me again, which I had a feeling she and
    Cindy would doing from now on, at least for the duration of the testing
    period. I had 59 days to go. If she could fit a third diaper over the
    first two Thickies I'm sure she would do it. I could barely walk in
    what I had on now.
    	After I went to bed that evening I lay there in my crib and felt
    my nightly urge to jack off in my diapers coming on strong. I was too
    tired the night before to masturbate, and tonight I was really feeling
    as horny as any twelve-year-old boy would feel if he missed a night of
    jerking off, so this would be the first time I would masturbate in the
    diapers with the monitor attached. I didn't think about it going off
    when I ejaculated as I was too consumed in my intense thoughts about
    Tony, plus several other boys at school I wished I could see wearing
    diapers and peeing and pooping in them, later to be changed by the most
    attractive girls in the school who volunteered to be designated diaper
    changers for all the boys who wore diapers.
    	After I achieved climax, the alarm went BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP! It
    was dark in the room, but I was curious to see what the monitor had
    registered. I figured the numbers would be there in the morning, so,
    feeling weak and limp now, I didn't bother to get up and turn on my
    lamp to check.
    	After I fell asleep I had a dream about Megan and I swimming by
    the river. She was completely naked and I was in my Thickies diapers,
    which were even thicker in the dream, so the dream was quite arousing
    in that I enjoyed being in diapers around Megan, whose unclothed body
    teased my hard-on and tempted it to come out of the thick diapers that
    I was wearing. Megan told me that I had to be a "good boy" and leave my
    diapers on. I told her that I had a big boner and that she was making
    me have one, so I told her to get dressed if she wouldn't let me touch
    her.
    	"I didn't bring my swimsuit, and I came down here to swim, and so
    did you, so maybe if you go into the cold water your wiener will go
    down."
    	I decided to do this. Megan then took me out to the running river
    water until it was up to my waist. The water soaked into my diapers and
    the monitor alarm started beeping constantly because of the flowing
    water soaking up my diapers and giving the monitor false readings.
    Several other girls nearby were staring, wondering what the obnoxious
    sound was. The alarm then started beeping louder and louder, until,
    upon waking up, I realized that the monitor really was beeping and
    flashing green. I had an intense hard-on, which I imagine came from the
    dream as I recalled visions of Megan's naked behind, but my diapers
    were also freshly wet. I realized that I forgot to press the button
    that mutes the beeps on the monitor. I stood up in my crib and reached
    for my lamp so that I could see the button. While I was up I checked
    the numbers on the display, which had taken a small measurement when I
    jacked off earlier.
    	I silenced the monitor device and then I turned the light off. I
    thought back on the dream that I just had and I jacked off again. It
    triggered the green light, but there was no beeping sound. As I had to
    shit at that time, I dumped into my diapers, too, which activated the
    red light. After I relaxed myself again I fell to sleep in my pee and
    poop-filled diapers.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 28
    ---------------------------

    	It was the second weekend in May. This time of year was Lisa's
    birthday-- which was on May 14th-- and Mother's Day. Because of the
    proximity of Lisa's birthday to Mother's Day, we usually celebrated
    these two events together on Mother's Day with the family. Lisa,
    however, liked to have her friends come over to have a birthday
    celebration of her own. She usually celebrated her birthday on the
    Saturday before Mother's Day, but since it was on a Friday this year,
    she decided to have her party that afternoon after school and then go
    out with her friends to a movie that night. She was sixteen years old
    this year.
    	Tony came home with me after school that Friday afternoon, being
    that it was the weekend. Before he came over, I told him that Lisa
    would also have some other friends from her school there and they would
    see him in his diapers if he was there.
    	"I know, that," Tony said. "That's why I want to come over, to
    show them off."
    	"You're quite the exhibitionist when it comes to wearing diapers,
    Tony," I said. "Of course, I get excited, too, when someone sees me in
    my diapers for the first time."
    	Lisa was hanging out at Betty's house as she knew that Cindy and
    Gina were at my house decorating for the birthday party. Shortly after
    we arrived, Bryce came over as he had been told by Gina that day. All
    three of us boys were wet and stinky and needed diaper changes. Bryce
    also needed a change of shorts as his had gotten wet from his diaper
    leaking on him. He also look embarrassed because of this.
    	"Everybody laughed at me for getting my shorts wet," Bryce said,
    trying to suppress his tears.
    	"How long did you go without changing?" Gina asked him as she
    examined his soaked shorts.
    	"All day," Bryce said.
    	"Didn't the nurse change you?" Gina asked her brother.
    	"No, I ran out of extra diapers at school," Bryce said with
    regret.
    	"Well, this is what happens when you don't remember to take extra
    diapers to school," Gina reminded Bryce of his past incidents of
    forgetting to replenish his supply at school. "Your shorts are too wet
    to wear now, so I guess that means you'll have to go around in just
    your diaper while your shorts are in the wash."
    	I watched Gina take Bryce into my room. His butt was puffed up
    from all the wetness that had soaked into the back of his diaper, plus
    that there was poop adding to the bulge on his behind. I followed them
    into my room, mainly to watch Bryce get his diaper changed, as did
    Tony.
    	Gina told Bryce to get up on my changing table. There, he lay as
    he waited for Gina to remove his overused diaper.
    	"I thought these diapers could last longer than that," Bryce said
    as he lay there before Gina, still wearing his stinky diaper.
    	"Maybe you need thicker diapers, Bryce," Gina said to her brother
    without hesitation as she was thinking about putting him into a
    Thickies diaper.
    	"You mean, the Thickies?" Bryce said. He had heard a lot about
    them from Gina, who had been told about them from Cindy. Gina had since
    then been over to see me and Tony in our Thickies diapers, as well as
    the monitoring devices that we had to wear with them.
    	"Yeah, you might as well try them out since you're here," Gina
    said to him.
    	"They're cloth diapers, right?" Bryce asked.
    	"Chris' diapers are cloth, Tony's are disposables," Gina said.
    "You probably want the disposables, huh?"
    	"I just want to be changed," he said. "I'm poopy, too."
    	"Yeah, you could say that," Gina said to Bryce as she patted his
    bottom and felt his big pile of poop sagging in the rear of his diaper.
    	Gina then asked Tony, "Do you have any Thickies diapers on you?"
    	Tony then pulled his shorts down to reveal his diaper. He wore
    just his regular diapers to school as his Thickies disposables were to
    always be accompanied with a monitoring device, which he only wore at
    home. The Thickies disposables were also too thick for the pants and
    shorts that he had to fit over them.
    	"I've *always* got a diaper on me," Tony said as he pointed out
    his wet diaper to Gina. The front of his diaper had swollen up and was
    stained yellow. Tony decided to take his shorts the rest of the way off
    and he stepped out of them.
    	"Smart-ass," Gina said. "Smart-*diapered*-ass, that is," she
    added as she slapped him on his butt.
    	"You're poopy, too," she said as she noticed that Tony's diaper
    had a warm, mushy bulge in the seat. At this time, Cindy decided to
    take my shorts off, too, so she just yanked them down and told me to
    step out of them. I stood there in just my drooping wet and soiled
    diaper.
    	"Are all the school nurses on strike now, or what?" Cindy asked.
    	"What do you mean?" I asked her.
    	"Well, from the looks of it, you didn't get changed, and neither
    did Tony, and Bryce didn't get changed at his school, either."
    	"We got changed at lunch like we usually do," I said.
    	"Then it's a good thing you're both about to be wearing Thickies
    the rest of the night," Cindy said. "It looks like you'll need them."
    	Gina then asked Tony again about having an extra Thickies diaper
    for Bryce to wear.
    	"Just one," Tony said. "I was going to wear it when I came over,
    and you've seen how big and thick these diapers are. I can't fit more
    than a couple of them in my bag very easily."
    	"Very well," Gina said. "It looks like you'll have to wear one of
    Chris' cloth Thickies," Gina said to Bryce, smiling. "I wanted see you
    wearing one of them. anyway."
    	Gina then took off Bryce's soiled, sopping wet diaper. Tony and I
    stood there with Cindy as were next in line to be changed. As I
    watched, I saw that Gina had a big mess of Bryce's to clean up as I
    could see his poop-covered bottom. The vile filth of Bryce's shit-caked
    ass cheeks was staring Gina in the face as she dutifully and routinely
    revealed the soft, pink skin of his butt underneath the layer of poop,
    wiping it away. She then powdered Bryce, helping him to maintain his
    erection as she spread the powder all over his sensitive young male
    genitalia. At this time Cindy then got out one of my Thickies diapers
    and showed it to Bryce.
    	"You really want me to wear *that*?" Bryce asked Gina as he was
    amazed at the magnitude of the diaper.
    	"Yes, Bryce," Gina said. "I've been waiting for this day, not
    just because it's Lisa's sixteenth birthday party, but because I knew
    this would give me a chance to see you in the Thickies diapers."
    	Bryce resigned himself to having to wear one of my Thickies
    diapers around while his shorts were being washed and dried. Cindy gave
    the big diaper to Gina, who then stuck it beneath Bryce's butt. As he
    sat down on it he commented on how bulky it felt.
    	"How thick is this diaper?" he asked.
    	"Oh, I'd say about a couple inches or so," Cindy said with a
    smile. Gina continued diapering Bryce in a Thickies. Because Bryce's
    body was smaller and he was shorter, the diaper came up even higher on
    him than it did on me. It almost engulfed his entire chest. Since we
    had managed to procure some more diaper pins from Linda when she
    visited Tony, there weere enough pins for Bryce's diaper as well as my
    own. Bryce then sat up and pulled his shirt up.
    	"This diaper comes up too high," Bryce said as he looked down at
    the big diaper that surrounded his body.
    	"Gee, Bryce, are you afraid it might show above your shorts?"
    Gina said with a laugh. "Not that you'll be wearing them, of course."
    	Bryce knew that he had to wear the diaper for at least a couple
    hours while his shorts dried and he resigned himself to this. He had
    been hoping that he wouldn't be seen by all the other girls this way
    and counted on having his shorts, but as things turned out, he would
    end up just like Tony and me. He let Gina put the plastic pants on over
    the Thickies diaper. The pants fit a little bit more loosely, but they
    still covered his diaper snugly.
    	Bryce then got down from the changing table. He could barely walk
    in the Thickies diaper as he waddled across my bedroom. I looked at his
    butt all padded up. The diaper appeared even bigger and thicker on
    Bryce than it did on me as it was proportionally larger.
    	Next came my turn to be changed. My disposable diaper was also
    sagging from holding so much pee and poop and I couldn't wait to have
    it off of me. Cindy pulled away the tapes and exposed my smelly bottom.
    Bryce and Tony watched as Cindy cleansed my butt and filled the pail
    down below with several wadded-up wipes smothered with poop. She
    sprinkled powder all over me and then got out one of the big Thickies
    diapers. As Cindy knew that Lisa would have more girls at the party,
    Cindy would want to make sure the sight of my diapers would leave a
    lasting impression with them, so she doubled up my Thickies diapers.
    Even one of these Thickies diapers-- or any diaper for that matter--
    would have likely left the other girls with quite an impression since
    even most boys eventually stop wearing diapers by the time they're
    twelve years old.
    	Cindy then fastened the monitoring belt around me and inserted
    the sensor strips inside my tight, high-rising diapers. She pressed the
    reset button on the monitoring device and the unit came to life,
    beeping as the timer began and the various measurements all read zero.
    	"What's that thing?" Bryce asked.
    	"Is that the monitoring thing you were telling me about?" Gina
    also asked.
    	"Yeah, every time Chris pees and poops, it goes BEEP BEEP BEEP!
    Green light means pee, red light means poop."
    	"I could sure use one of those on Bryce," Gina said. "That way I
    don't have to check him or ask him if he needs to be changed. Where do
    you suppose I could get one?"
    	"Dunno," Cindy said. "They belong to the company and Chris has to
    give it back at the end of the testing period. I'm sure they're awfully
    expensive. My Mom and Dad even had to leave a deposit on it. Maybe you
    can buy one from them."
    	"What are all those buttons?" Bryce asked.
    	"Those BUTT-ons," Cindy said as she slapped Bryce on the butt,
    "show how much Chris has peed and pooped in his diapers."
    	As I stood still and watched, Cindy pressed the different buttons
    and showed Bryce the different things that the device measured. Cindy
    then showed Gina and Bryce the numbers that she had been recording on
    the tracking sheet. Gina laughed as she thought about my pee and poop
    being so precisely measured while I was wearing the diapers.
    	"Can I try it next?" Bryce asked, seeming to be curious how much
    pee and poop his body produced.
    	"Only Chris can wear it since it's measuring how much pee and
    poop he makes in his diapers," Cindy said. "We have to keep track of
    this information so that he'll be more likely to be chosen to appear in
    the commercials."
    	"When's he gonna be done with it?" Bryce asked.
    	"In about a couple weeks," Cindy replied. "Then we have to give
    them back to the company, but if there's a few days in between, then
    maybe you can try it out."
    	Next it was Tony's turn to get his diaper changed. He got up on
    the changing table and let Cindy take his soiled diaper off. She
    cleaned him up and teased his erection in the process, apparently
    taking some extra liberty to do things with him that she didn't do with
    me because of my being her brother. She continued to keep Tony aroused
    by slowly spreading powder all over his balls and up through his butt.
    Tony looked as if he could have stayed there all day and let Cindy rub
    powder on him.
    	Cindy hadn't yet seen what the disposable version of the Thickies
    looked like without Tony wearing them, so when she took one of the
    diapers out of Tony's bag she looked at it and marveled its thickness.
    It also had similar proportions and would cover more of Tony's body
    than an ordinary disposable diaper did.
    	"These are almost as thick as your diapers, Chris," Cindy said as
    she unfolded the Thickies disposable and stuck it underneath Tony's
    bum. His solid erection then disappeared beneath the heavy diaper as
    Cindy pulled it up over his front and tightly taped the sides shut. I
    couldn't even see Tony's hard-on showing as his disposable diaper was
    thick enough to obscure the tent formation that normally appeared when
    he put a regular diaper on or had one put on him.
    	Having realized that she stuck one of the tapes in the wrong
    place, Cindy tried to pull it back off, but realized that once the tape
    was stuck and then removed, it would tear the diaper.
    	"Oh, I should have told you about the tapes on these diapers,"
    Tony said to Cindy. "Once they're stuck in place, they're stuck for
    good."
    	"Oh, well, I think you'll be okay, it's only off a little bit,"
    Cindy said, resigning herself to the irreversible imperfection that she
    made when taping Tony's Thickies diaper on him. Tony decided that the
    misaligned tape would still keep his diaper firmly in place.
    	Lastly, Cindy reached into Tony's bag to get his monitoring
    device. She then strapped its belt around his body, far above his
    waist. She then stuck the sensor strips down inside his diaper. Lastly
    she pressed the reset buttons and the device beeped upon
    initialization.
    	"There, you're all set, boys," Cindy said as she helped Tony down
    from the changing table.
    	Lisa was due to show up with her friends at about 4:00. During
    this time of waiting Tony and I just sat around and watched cartoons
    with Bryce while Cindy and Gina finished decorating and setting out the
    food and drinks for Lisa's birthday party. A few minutes later I peed
    in my diapers and set off the beeper on the monitoring device.
    	While Cindy was standing on a stepstool to hang some streamers
    from the corner of the room, she looked over at me sitting on the
    couch. She could see the green light glowing brightly on my monitoring
    device.
    	"Is that what it sounds like when it goes off?" Gina asked.
    	"Yep," Cindy said. "By the way, that was Chris, and he's wet."
    She then pointed at me to direct Gina's attention.
    	"I see that," Gina said as she giggled.
    	At around 4:00 I saw a car pull up in front of the house. It was
    being driven by Betty, who already had her driver's license as she had
    turned sixteen back in October.
    	"They're here!" I announced. Bryce ran off to my bedroom to hide
    from the girls, whom he was expecting to come into the house, while
    Tony and I remained seated on the couch. Cindy and Gina then started
    lighting the candles on the birthday cake that had been picked up the
    night before.
    	When Lisa walked in we all yelled "HAPPY BIRTHDAY LISA!" Lisa
    knew that the party would be ready when she and her other friends
    arrived, so it wasn't really any surprise to her.
    	In addition to Betty, there were three other girls whom I had
    never met before. They had seen pictures of me in my diapers from the
    ones that Lisa took to school to show to all of her friends.
    	One of the girls caught my attention rather quickly. She looked
    rather promiscuous with her excessive jewelry and long black hair, her
    heavy makeup that put Tammy Faye Baker to shame, plus her faded and
    tattered cut-offs-- which were cut rather high-- and her well-worn
    black Metallica T-shirt to complete the ensemble. She sported about the
    same girth as Lisa did. In fact, only one of Lisa's other friends
    seemed to have a butt that was smaller than mine, hers and all the
    other girls being without diapers on, of course, unlike me. The other
    two girls were both wearing blue jeans. Somehow I enjoyed seeing this
    contrast between the seven girls (Lisa, Betty and the three newcomers,
    plus Cindy and Gina)-- who were all in pants-- and us three boys, who
    were all in just heavy white diapers and crew socks and T-shirts.
    	"So Lisa, where's your diaper-butt brother?" the big, overly
    adorned and accessorized headbangeress girl asked, though she could see
    me as plain as day.
    	"He's the one in the thick, white underpants over there," Lisa
    said as she pointed to me standing in the corner with Tony. We were all
    embarrassed and we felt cornered as we stared at the large gathering of
    sophomore girls in the living room. Bryce was still out of the room,
    but Tony stood there with me.
    	"I've never seen boys your age in diapers before!" she said.
    "Well, maybe in pictures, but not for real, you know."
    	I just stared at her and observed her earrings as they jangled
    like wind chimes. Her lipstick reminded me of the stereotypical aunt
    that wanted to kiss you the minute she saw you. I could tell that she
    was looking down at my thick, bulging diapers.
    	"So, what's your name. diaper boy?" she asked me as she touched
    my thickly bulging front.
    	"It's Chris," I said, thinking that she'd already have known my
    name, assuming that Lisa had mentioned my name to her at school when
    talking about my wearing diapers and showing off the pictures she had
    taken of me.
    	"What's your name?" I asked her.
    	"Joan. Joan Arkenstone. People sometimes call me Joan of Arc, he
    he, get it? Joan ARK-enstone?" She then jabbed me in the arm.
    	"Yeah, I get it," I said, not feeling like laughing very hard. I
    thought about calling her Joan Arken-*stoner* since she looked like a
    stoner.
    	"And how old are you?" Joan asked me.
    	"Twelve," I said. I hoped she wouldn't keep this up too long.
    	"And you wear diapers?"
    	"Uhh, yeah, that's just a little bit obvious, isn't it?" I said
    as I pointed to my thick diapers, becoming more nervous.
    	"Yes, most definitely it is," Joan said. "Lisa says you wear
    really thick diapers, and she's right. Now I can see why you never wear
    pants over them, they wouldn't fit."
    	"Nope, probably not," I said.
    	"Those must get to be uncomfortable after awhile, being so
    thick."
    	"They get hot and stuffy at times," I said, hoping that if I just
    went along with Joan's questions and didn't show offense she'd stop
    asking them.
    	"That must feel really weird when you shit in your diapers," Joan
    said. "I mean, that sounds kind of, well, you know, gross. I can't
    imagine doing anything like that, personally, you know."
    	"Well, if you think like Lisa does, it's because you're a girl
    and she says that girls don't do these things, just us boys," I said,
    satisfied with my response. I looked over at Tony, who nodded in
    agreement with me.
    	"She's right about that," Joan said. "Diapers are for boys, and
    only immature boys, too."
    	Tony and I moved and we went back over to the couch. Joan went
    back over to Lisa and her other friends. Cindy had gotten the video
    camera out. While she was getting it, Gina went with her to get Bryce.
    Curious, Tony and I got up and followed her to my room. Bryce was in my
    crib under the covers.
    	"Bryce! Get your diapered butt out there!" Gina told him sternly.
    	"I don't want all those girls seeing me in my diapers!" he
    complained.
    	"I don't care! They've seen Chris and Tony already, so it isn't
    really going to matter if they see you now, too, now is it?"
    	"I'll come out if you get my shorts," Bryce said.
    	"They're still in the wash, now come on!" Gina said as she
    swiftly pulled the covers off of Bryce. With Cindy's help, Gina got
    Bryce out of the crib. He was trying to resist and he was yelling.
    	"Put me down!" he said. "This is embarrassing!"
    	"Yes, Bryce, it is embarrassing, for me! And with you yelling and
    pouting, it's more embarrassing for you, too!"
    	Finally, Bryce backed down and he was let go. Cindy and Gina
    stayed right behind him so that he would have no way to go except for
    out to the front room.
    	"Oh, so we have a third diaper boy here!" one of the girls said.
    	"This is Bryce, my brother. I'm Gina."
    	"Pleased to meet you. I'm Karen, this is Jody, and this is Joan,"
    the comparatively slender girl said as she introduced the other more
    heavyset girls. "Of course you already know Betty."
    	Minutes later we were all gathered in the living room again. The
    candles on Lisa's birthday cake had been extinguished because of the
    delay that Bryce caused. Cindy and Gina then lit them again for Lisa to
    blow out. Lisa blew them out in one breath.
    	"Good job blowing those candles out, girl!" Jody cheered.
    	"That's not the only thing she's blown before," Joan said to the
    other girls, causing them all to laugh. Lisa just blushed, giggled and
    said, "Shhh! We got underage boys here, you know." Of course she wasn't
    serious when she said it.
    	"They'll find out about all that stuff sooner or later," Karen
    said. "That is, if anyone can get all their diapers off first."
    	After the candles were blown out the cake, ice cream, pop and
    fruit punch were all served. Tony and I eat took a big piece of cake
    with ice cream and went back over to the couch. Bryce was close behind
    us with a serving of his own. He appeared nervous, but had adjusted to
    the presence of seven girls all seeing him wearing one of my very big
    Thickies diapers.
    	Joan hadn't yet finished talking to me and she started asking me
    more questions about my wearing diapers. She dat down right next to me,
    her bare thigh brushing up against mine.
    	"You know, your sister says that it's okay for boys to wear
    diapers, and I agree. Boys are immature and they do disgusting things
    and should be kept in diapers, anyway. Then when they get older, we
    girls like it when boys do disgusting things, but to us, and not the
    same sort of disgusting things. I think you're old enough to understand
    that, aren't you?"
    	"Yeah, whatever," I said as I look straight ahead and took a bite
    of my cake.
    	"Maybe you're not. You probably don't know any more about your
    boyish feelings than what you have in your diapers," Joan said.
    	"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked Joan.
    	"Well, you're a boy, but you don't get to explore your feelings
    like other boys your age get to do, since they don't have diapers on
    them all the time."
    	"Did Lisa tell you all this?" I asked Joan.
    	"Yeah, of course she did, but that's just my interpretation of
    it."
    	"So, why are you talking to me about these things?" I asked her
    defensively.
    	"Well, I just think that you boys all look cute in your diapers,
    and I think I know how you feel about wearing them. I have little
    brothers at home, and--"
    	"Do they wear diapers?" I interrupted, taking some interest in
    Joan's dialog now.
    	"No, but they don't wipe their butts and sometimes don't even go
    to the toilet and just do it in their pants. I think they do it on
    purpose. Is that like, totally sick and gross and filthy and perverted,
    like? Like I said, that's just one of those disgusting things that you
    little boys must like to do, and I'll never understand why you like to
    sit in your own shit so much. All I know is that when I babysit my
    brothers when my Mom and Dad leave to go to the coast this summer, I'll
    make them wear diapers just like you wear. Lisa's going to let me
    borrow some of yours, since you've gotten some new diapers."
    	"That would be a good idea," I said, agreeing with Joan, but
    still not understanding what she was getting at.
    	Joan then turned to Tony and started asking him questions and
    putting him on the spot. Apparently this made him nervous enough to wet
    his diaper since his monitor device went off and the green light lit up
    as it beeped.
    	"What are these things that you boys are wearing?" the strange
    girl asked as she put her hand on my monitoring device.
    	"Just something we have to wear," I said, not wanting to go into
    explaining its purpose.
    	"That's okay, I already know what they're for. Lisa's told me all
    about these Thickies diapers that you are going to be wearing for a
    commercial."
    	"Maybe," I said. "I'm just testing them now, so is Tony."
    	"Why aren't you wearing one, uhhh. What's your name again?" Joan
    asked Bryce.
    	"Bryce," he said nervously.
    	"Why don't you get to wear one of these doo-doo doohickies?" Joan
    asked him.
    	"He's not doing the testing thing," Tony answered.
    	"Well boys, it's been fun talking to you about wearing diapers,"
    Joan said. "Like I said, I think it's cute that you boys wear them, but
    I wouldn't wear them myself."
    	Joan then left the couch, mowing her hips side to side as she
    walked, and joined the other girls in the kitchen where they were all
    gathered as they ate their cake and ice cream. They giggled non-stop.
    We boys hoped they'd all be out of the house soon.
    	After the cake and ice cream were all gone, it was time for Lisa
    to open her presents. Unlike the presents that Lisa received when the
    family was there, she was given presents of a somewhat more prurient
    nature. I had a feeling that most of these things came from Spencer's,
    a novelty store at the mall. I had seen some of the items there that
    Lisa had. Among these gifts were a book on sex jokes about men, a
    sexually based variation of Trivial Pursuit, and the like. Betty even
    gave her a gift in a long box that she told Lisa not to open until she
    was away from me and the other boys.
    	"You didn't!" Lisa shrieked. She opened it anyway to discover
    that she had been given a vibrator! She even pulled it out of the box
    and showed it to everyone. Lisa's face was very red as Cindy caught it
    on tape.
    	"Oops, maybe I better edit this part out," Cindy said.
    	The vibrator was very authentically shaped and colored, too, and
    it was much larger than anything that Tony or I were able to produce in
    our diapers or during our diaper changes.
    	"Don't let the boys see that!" Karen said. "They probably don't
    know what it's for."
    	"They probably do," Lisa said. "And that's okay. They know that I
    know that they have their diapers for the same purpose, and I have
    this, so fair is fair."
    	"The boys will probably get a bad complex about themselves and
    start feeling insecure about their dick sizes, since theirs probably
    aren't as big as that thing!" Joan said.
    	"They aren't," Lisa said. "But then, they have their diapers to
    keep it all inside of anyway."
    	The party at the house wasn't over yet as the movie that the
    girls would all be going to see would not be starting until 7:00.
    During this time, Lisa decided to show the other girls the videos of me
    in my diapers, starting with the first ones that they had taken of me
    when I was eight years old. Tony, Bryce, and my cousin Darren were also
    in the earlier videos. I had made a tape containing only copied
    excerpts of me and the other boys in our diapers, though I didn't
    expect Lisa to use the tape to show to her friends. On the other hand,
    with Lisa being who she is, I should have expected it to happen sooner
    or later.
    	"Ohh, how cute!" Jody said as she watched the video of Lisa
    zooming in and out on my butt repeatedly as I was lying on the floor
    watching TV one night.
    	"Now watch..." Lisa said. "Be quiet a second."
    	The room was silent with only the sound of the video running and
    suppressed girlish giggling. Lisa turned up the volume all the way,
    amplifying the sound of the TV that was in the video. I knew what was
    going to happen next in the video, and just as I was anticipating, the
    sound of me wetly farting and pooping noisily into my diapers emanated
    loudly from the TV's surround sound speakers around the living room.
    	The girls all laughed as the sound of my flatulence-laced bowel
    movement thundered through the subwoofers. Lisa had caught the scene as
    she had zeroed in on my butt in the video. She rewound it four more
    times and replayed it again. Each time she did it, the girls laughed
    more.
    	"I've been wanting to send that one in to America's Funniest Home
    Videos, but my Mom says they wouldn't show it," Lisa said.
    	After watching me and Tony grow up for another year in the video
    excerpts, Cindy suggested that we watch the mock Thickies commercial
    that had been shot recently. This, of course, also generated a lot of
    laughter from the girls.
    	"Who's that other girl?" Joan asked.
    	"That's Megan, Chris' girlfriend."
    	"Friend, just friend," I said emphatically.
    	"Oh come on now, Chris, she's your girlfriend," Lisa said. "We
    all know you've kissed her a couple times."
    	"Just on the cheeks, and not for very long," I said.
    	"That's not what I heard," Cindy said.
    	"Okay, so we kissed on the lips once," I said, bringing it out
    into the open just so that the girls wouldn't drag out the discussion.
    	While we were watching the mock Thickies diaper commercial, I
    looked over at Bryce, who had been rubbing the front of his diaper,
    trying to be discreet about it. I could tell that he was enjoying
    watching the videos. Gina had also noticed it. When she looked at him
    and acknowledged what he was doing, he immediately stopped and gave her
    the deer-in-the-headlights look.
    	I felt a big bowel movement about to emerge from my butt and I
    knew that it wouldn't be long before my clean butt would soon be
    smothered in a sea of brown ass spew. Just as the first load of shit
    charged out into my diapers I felt it flood my crotch and my balls as
    it coated my buttocks. The alarm went off and began beeping. The girls
    all looked at me and the monitoring device, seeing that both the red
    and green lights were flashing as I had also peed in my diapers at the
    same time.
    	"What's that sound?" Karen asked.
    	"Chris just took a shit in his diapers!" Lisa announced to
    everyone. "He peed, too, and I don't even have to check!"
    	"I was wondering if we'd see that thing work!" Jody said.
    	"With Chris, you never have to wait for very long," Lisa said.
    She then brought all the girls over to me to show them the measurements
    that the device had taken. While I sat there with my legs apart and my
    wide diaper crotch exposed as well as my front, I was surrounded by
    several big girls who were getting a good eyeful-- and noseful-- of my
    diapers up close. Lisa reached down to activate the buttons on the
    device. She showed the girls the numbers that the device had
    registered. I let out another small amount of poop and I activated the
    device again, triggering just the red light this time.
    	"Oops! He pooped again!" Lisa said. See how the numbers went up?"
    	"Well, Chris can go to the bathroom his way, but I'll do it the
    girls' way," Joan said as she asked where the bathroom was. "I'm about
    to pee my pants."
    	"You do that and we'll have to cut your hair short and give you a
    sex change and make you a boy," Lisa said.
    	"I don't think so," Jody said as she was directed to the
    bathroom.
    	"Gee, do you suppose I should put the lid up for the boys in case
    they want to use the toilet?" Jody asked sarcastically before she went
    into the bathroom. All the other girls just laughed.
    	6:00 had arrived and the party had finally wound down. Lisa read
    several of the jokes from her new book to her friends and then they
    played the sexual Trivial Pursuit game. Tony, Bryce and I went back
    into my room to have some good ol' boys' style of fun and played with
    my Hot Wheels and other toys. Tony had pooped his diapers while we were
    playing, as this was indicated by the red light on his device. I looked
    down at his crotch as he was sitting across from me, but because of how
    thick his diaper was, I could not detect any visual indication.
    	By 6:30 the gaggle of giggling girls left for their movie at long
    last, and the house was quiet once again. Mom and Dad had both come
    home and Gina and Bryce had also left. Bryce's mother decided to leave
    him in the Thickies diaper for the night since she didn't think he
    needed to be changed until he pooped. Gina promised to get the diaper
    washed and brought back the next day. Tony stayed overnight with me and
    we watched the diaper home video excerpts from start to finish-- both
    tapes-- each of which their two-hour lengths were filled, with a third
    tape started recently.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 29
    ---------------------------

    	The following Sunday was Mother's Day, which was combined with
    the family's observation of Lisa's birthday, as well. A lot has
    happened since Easter, the last time the family had gathered for any
    sort of occasion. Most notably, everyone would be told about how I was
    selected to be one of the test subjects for the Thickies diapers. I
    also expected everyone to ask about the monitoring device that I was
    wearing. Everyone else had asked about it, and while I was starting to
    get tired of hearing Cindy or Lisa explain how it works to everyone,
    they always welcomed the opportunity to do this. I felt they should
    work as representatives for the company that makes the devices when
    they get older.
    	The usual family guests were expected to arrive by 1:00 or so
    that afternoon: my grandparents, Aunt Sharon and Uncle Allen, and
    cousin Suzy. As it looked like it would be a mild-weather day, the
    dinner and gift-opening was being held out in the back yard, much to
    the pleasure of the neighbors who would see me romping around in my
    diapers.
    	Lisa had changed my diapers early that morning and she made sure
    that they would not need to be changed for the rest of the day. By
    11:00 I had already dropped a good load of poop in my diapers and I was
    getting to really smell. In spite of this and the fact that other
    people's noses might be offended, Lisa kept me in the same poopy
    diapers after company had shown up. Mom decided that since we were
    going to be outside, the smells of my diapers would dissipate in the
    gentle, floral-fragrant spring breeze.
    	Suzy came up to me and she gave me a hug. As she put her arms
    around me she felt the monitoring device press into her chest. She then
    backed away and looked at the strange contraption.
    	"What is that thing?" she asked me.
    	Lisa and Cindy were busy helping prepare the food, so neither of
    them would have the opportunity to explain the device once again.
    Instead, it was up to me to tell Suzy what the device was for.
    	"I have to use it with these Thickies diapers that I'm testing,"
    I told her.
    	"Oh, so they picked you?" Suzy said, having last heard during
    Easter that I was having my diaper usage analyzed and evaluated with
    the use of my current diapers, but hadn't yet heard anything at the
    time.
    	"I'll put it bluntly, it measures how much I pee and poop and how
    often," I told Suzy. She responded with a girlish giggle.
    	"Let me see," she said. We had sat on the grass. She crawled over
    to me and let me demonstrate its various functions.
    	"This shows you how much I've peed in them, and you press this
    button and it shows all the times that it recorded new wetness. Then
    you press this button and it shows when I pooped and how much."
    	"You pooped over two hours ago," Suzy said as she noted the time
    that had elapsed since the last bowel movement that the device
    recorded. "I can smell it, too. Haven't you been changed since then?"
    	"No, Lisa said that since we're outside, my diapers won't stink
    too bad because of the breeze."
    	"I can still smell your dirty diapers," Suzy said. "Wow, is 15.4
    ounces a lot?" she asked.
    	"Are you talking about weight or volume?" I asked.
    	"It says FCW 15.4 ounces," Suzy said as she read the display.
    "What does that mean?"
    	"That stands for 'fecal content weight,'" I explained.
    	"That's almost a pound of poop!" Suzy giggled. She then pressed
    the button again and the display changed to "FCV."
    	"What's FCV?" Suzy asked.
    	"That's the volume," I said. "It's 13.8 ounces."
    	Suddenly I felt another big poop coming on, and while Suzy was
    sitting there across from me on the lawn, I sat back and spread my
    legs, fully exposing my diapered butt and crotch to Suzy, I let out a
    noisy, wet fart, which Suzy could hear. What she didn't see, however,
    was the big rush of poop filling up the diapers. She stared at me and
    looked down at my crotch, knowing what was going on underneath the
    bunches of white fabric that were pulled up so tightly against my butt
    and my groin.
    	Along with the bowel movement came the sounds of the monitoring
    device. Suzy crawled over closer to me to take a look at the device.
    She could see the red light blinking as my shadow was cast over it so
    that the sun did not obscure it. She also looked at the numbers that
    were flashing and increasing as I was still squirting more poop out.
    	"Wow, look at those numbers go up!" Suzy said. "It says FCV 28.3
    ounces! What's the red light and the beeping?"
    	"It does that while it detects me peeing or pooping. A green
    light shows whenever I pee."
    	"So your sisters know exactly when you use your diapers?" Suzy
    said.
    	"Yep, and they always announce it to anyone who's in the house
    with them."
    	"You don't have to wear it to school, do you?" Suzy asked.
    	"No, thank God!" I exclaimed. "In fact, I don't even wear these
    diapers to school."
    	"You mean, you're back to using the toilet there?" Suzy asked.
    	"No, no, no way," I said. "I don't think I'll ever use a toilet
    again."
    	"Really?" Suzy asked. "You're gonna always just wear diapers?"
    	"I've been in them for about three and a half years straight," I
    told her. "1,291 days so far, to be exact," I added, knowing this from
    using the computer to calculate the number of days I had been in
    diapers to date. "I'm used to them, and, well, I just like them. I have
    to wear them now anyway, since I haven't used my bladder or bowel
    muscles."
    	"That's a good thing, Chris," Suzy said. "I'm glad you like your
    diapers, you look cute in them, too. I'm so used to seeing you in
    diapers. In fact, since that's all you ever have on when we come over
    for birthdays, Christmas, or whatever, it's the only way I can think of
    you. If I ever saw you in pants, or if you said you were using the
    toilet again, that'd be quite a shock."
    	"Don't count on that ever happening," I said. "So get used to
    your cousin Chris being smelly all the time."
    	"I am," Suzy said. "It's helped me get used to changing diapers
    for babysitting. Speaking of changing diapers..."
    	Suzy gave me this look that suggested that she wanted to change
    my diapers. Sitting there in the back yard and having an open
    discussion with her about me wearing diapers got me really hard. I had
    a feeling Suzy was under similar influences that drove her to wanting
    to change my diapers.
    	"You really do smell, Chris," Suzy said. "You should get
    changed."
    	"Uhh, okay," I said. I was hesitant to ask Suzy if she wanted to
    change my diapers. Suzy acted like she was being shy to ask me, too. I
    decided to get it over with.
    	"Would you mind changing my diapers?" I asked Suzy.
    	"Not at all," she said. "Remember, I do it all the time since I'm
    babysitting. I have a feeling that some of the boys whose diapers I
    change are going to turn out like you. One's four and a half and he
    refuses-- and I do mean *refuses*-- to use the toilet. He says he likes
    his diapers."
    	"What do his parents say about it?" I asked her. This sounded
    like it was going to be a good story.
    	"They tell me to try to get him to use the toilet, but he got mad
    at me because I'm his babysitter telling him to go to the toilet. I
    really didn't feel like making him upset since he's a nice boy, and I
    think he looks cute in diapers, too-- he reminds me somewhat of you
    when you were younger.
    	"So do you let him wear diapers?" I asked Suzy.
    	"Oh yeah, his parents have just about given up on him and they
    told me to just keep him in diapers now until he decides he doesn't
    want to go around stinking all the time, but I think he likes this, to
    tell you the truth. I told him that's it's okay for boys his age to
    wear diapers. I even told him about you, saying that I have a twelve-
    year-old boy cousin who wears diapers."
    	"So then what did he say?" I asked Suzy.
    	"He asked if my cousin was a boy, and I said, yes, of course he's
    a boy, girls don't wear diapers as long as boys do. He laughed and
    agreed with me on this. Like I said, I think he's going to turn out
    just like you, Chris."
    	By this time I was wanting to jack off, knowing that I was at
    least partially influencing another boy to continue to wear diapers.
    Suzy and I got up and headed towards the house. While we were walking
    through the back yard, Suzy grabbed at one of the blooms from one of
    the lilac bushes in the back yard.
    	We bumped into Lisa and Cindy as they were coming back out to the
    back yard, each of them carrying a food container.
    	"Chris needs his diapers changed," Suzy said to my sisters. Lisa
    took a look at the numbers on the display of the monitoring device.
    	"Whoa, I'll say he needs changed!" she said. Just as she was
    checking the display, I wet my diapers and triggered the green light
    and the beeper. Grandma was bringing some rolls out to the table.
    	"What is that?" she asked.
    	"Just a device that Chris wears with his diapers," Lisa
    explained. She then demonstrated the information that it recorded.
    	"It beeps and these lights blink each time Chris pees or poops,"
    Lisa told Grandma.
    	"Boy, things have sure come a long ways," Grandma said as she
    reminisced about the past as she often did. "Technology is taking over
    everything we do. I remember when you checked the baby's diapers
    yourself, and if he was wet or he stunk, then you changed him. Now you
    have this thing that lets you know when he's used his diapers."
    	"Well, if you look at Chris' diapers, they aren't very easy to
    check otherwise," Lisa said as she patted my bottom.
    	"I know one thing's for sure, he stinks! Pheeewww!" Grandma said
    as she fanned her face.
    	"Maybe this will help," Lisa said as she took the stem of lilacs
    out of Suzy's hand and stuffed it in between my diapers and plastic
    pants.
    	"What was that for?" I asked Lisa.
    	"The lilacs' smell will cover up your poop smells, a little bit
    at least," she said.
    	"From the way he smells, nothing could make Chris smell any
    better," Suzy said as she reached back into the back of my plastic
    pants to retrieve the lilacs she picked. Deciding that it was crunched
    up and no good now, she tossed it out onto the lawn.
    	 "Mind if I change him?" Suzy asked.
    	"Be our guest," Lisa said. "You don't get to change him as often
    as we do, not that we mind, of course."
    	"Make sure to use his Thickies diapers," Cindy reminded Suzy.
    "And record all his data. Here, I'll just come in with you."
    	I went into the house as I followed Cindy and Suzy followed
    behind me. Mom was in the kitchen.
    	"Are you changing Chris' diapers now?" Mom asked.
    	"Yes, you'll lose your appetite if you smelled him now," Cindy
    answered.
    	"We're just about ready to eat, so hurry it up," Mom told Cindy.
    	Cindy took me into my room with Suzy following us close behind. I
    got up on my changing table and lay down and waited for Suzy to begin
    removing my diapers.
    	"Are you sure you want to do this?" Cindy asked Suzy.
    	"Take his poop-meter thingy off first," Cindy said to Suzy. Suzy
    reached around behind me and released the belt that held the device on.
    She pulled it away and pulled out the sensor strips. The strip that had
    been stuffed down the back of my diapers was covered heavily with poop.
    As Suzy pulled the back strip out from my diapers and away from me, the
    tip of it dragged on top of my plastic pants, leaving a brown streak in
    its wake.
    	"Careful," Cindy advised her. "I forgot to tell you about the
    strips."
    	"I see that," Suzy said. "Sorry."
    	"Not to worry, it's my fault for not telling you," Cindy said,
    having done this very thing herself. "You don't change his diapers
    every day."
    	"I wish I had a brother just like you, Chris," Suzy said. "I'd
    want him to wear diapers just like you, it would be cute to see him go
    around in his diapers all day long, but then I suppose I'd get used to
    it, huh?"
    	"I wouldn't necessarily say that," Cindy told Suzy. "Chris looks
    just as cute in his diapers now as he did the first day he got put into
    them."
    	Suzy then grabbed a wipe to clean off the poop streak from the
    surface of my plastic pants. I could feel her apply pressure to the
    front of my diapers, pressing down on the bulky fabric and the tip of
    my hard-on buried underneath.
    	Cindy took the monitoring device from Suzy so that Cindy could
    change the sensor strips and record the data on the tracking sheet.
    While Cindy was busy with this Suzy pulled off my plastic pants and
    exposed my wet diapers.
    	"It's a good thing that you wear two of these Thickies diapers,
    Chris," Suzy said to me. "I bet you could soak up three of them."
    	"Three won't fit," Cindy said. "We tried it already."
    	"I'm not surprised," Suzy smiled as she began to remove the
    diapers. After she pulled away the inner diaper she dropped them into
    the large bucket.
    	"Wow, these things get heavy!" Suzy said as she wasn't expecting
    my diapers to weigh so much from having absorbed so much wetness. As I
    lay there on the changing table momentarily diaperless, Suzy got to see
    my poop-covered butt.
    	"Oooh, dirty, filthy, nasty, poopy, smelly stinky boy!" Suzy said
    to me as she examined the mess of mine that she was about to clean up.
    In spite of her relatively infrequent experiences with changing my
    diapers, the odors of my poop didn't seem to bother her and she just
    went ahead and started wiping me up. My penis was in a constant state
    of erection during the entire diaper change and Suzy knew that I
    enjoyed getting my genitals and my butt wiped. Suzy smiled as she
    watched my hard-on stiffen up some more, standing perfectly vertically
    at attention after it had been leaning off to the side. I could have
    flown a flag off of my dick if I wanted to, but I didn't, and I wasn't
    about to go out in the backyard totally naked in front of everyone to
    actually try it, either.
    	"How do you boys do that?" Suzy asked me. She then began to apply
    powder, coating my entire butt and crotch. The veins of my penis were
    starting to show through the skin and I could see some pre-cum forming
    at the tip.
    	"Careful, don't overdo it and get him too excited," Cindy warned
    Suzy. "Unless you want another mess to clean up. And you will have
    one."
    	"Okay," Suzy said as she stopped rubbing my balls with the powder
    and then looked for some more Thickies diapers to put on me. Cindy had
    finished recording the numbers from the device and she retrieved two
    clean Thickies diapers. Suzy couldn't believe how big and thick the
    Thickies diapers were as well as how much they weighed even when clean
    and dry.
    	"And you wear *two* of these diapers?" Suzy asked me, more or
    less in a rhetorical sense. "Of course, if I know you and your diapers,
    Chris, as well as your sisters, it makes sense."
    	Suzy then put the first of the two big diapers underneath me. She
    pulled it up as far into my crotch as she could get it to fit, and in
    doing so she had my balls and dick pressed upwards against each other,
    nearly bringing me to orgasm again. She then fastened the jumbo diaper
    pins up tightly and then looked at me lying there in the one thick
    diaper, seeming to ponder how I could possibly handle wearing them at
    double the thickness. She then proceeded with the second diaper. The
    first diaper was completely engulfed in the heavy white fabric of the
    outer diaper. When Suzy finished she stood back and looked at me lying
    there on the changing table, noting the way the diapers padded up my
    butt and crotch and spanned across so widely between my legs. I suppose
    Suzy just liked to look at me being freshly and very heavily diapered,
    knowing that it was her work that contributed to my now freshly
    diapered state.
    	Suzy put my plastic pants on me and then she helped me down from
    the changing table. Cindy had the monitoring device ready to go, so she
    strapped it around me and stuffed the strips down into the diaper. Suzy
    giggled as she watched Cindy stick her hand into the back of my diaper.
    	"Cindy! Suzy! Chris! We're waiting!" I heard Mom shout from the
    back yard, hearing her through the open window.
    	"We're coming!" Cindy shouted.
    	"Let me show you Chris' tracking sheet real quick," Cindy said to
    Suzy. She showed Suzy the numbers that she had been recording.
    	"See this?" Cindy pointed out one of the numbers. "This is all
    that poop that you had to wipe up."
    	"Let's go wash up and eat," Cindy said as she and Suzy left my
    room. Knowing that they were both in the bathroom and everyone else was
    outside, I knew I was going to be alone for a few seconds, which was
    all that I needed, but I needed to use the narrow window of opportunity
    for solitude. I had to quickly relieve my sexual feelings at once as my
    dick had already been teased enough, having twice been brought close to
    ejaculation. I lay down on the floor and stroked myself. I also scooted
    my butt back and forth against the carpet to increase the sensation.
    Within seconds I came in my diapers. The flow of semen shot out of my
    dick, my sexual tensions flowing out with it. The sensor strips
    detected the wetness from my cum and registered a reading on the
    display of the monitoring device. My body then became weak and I became
    a little dizzy from breathing so much. I became too relaxed to get up,
    so I lay there for a moment.
    	Cindy and Suzy came out of the bathroom and headed outside.
    	"Where's Chris?" I heard Cindy ask. "Didn't he come out here
    yet?"
    	"Haven't seen him," my Mom said. "He's probably still in the
    house."
    	"I heard his diaper alarm going off from inside his room just a
    moment ago," I heard Lisa say. "And I have a good suspicion how he set
    it off, too."
    	"Lisa!" My Mom said. "Don't say that in front of the family! Now
    go see where he is!"
    	"Chris! Get your butt out here!" Lisa shouted through my window.
    I knew they were all expecting me, so I then got up and went outside to
    join the family. Everyone was gathered around the table holding hands
    as Grandpa was about to say the blessing.
    	Grandpa always became long-winded whenever he said the blessing.
    While he was talking, I felt another urge to pee coming, just a small
    squirt, but enough to prime my diapers for the rest of the day's
    wetting. Just as the urine stream hit the sensors, my diaper alarm went
    off, breaking the silence that had transpired during the saying of
    Grace, just before Grandpa prepared to close. The girls all let out a
    suppressed giggle, especially as this was such an inopportune time for
    my diaper alarm to go off. In spite of the minor distraction, Grandpa
    continued and finished with a big "Amen."
    	"You peed your diapers while Grandpa was saying Grace!" Lisa
    giggled a she pointed at me, seeing that the green light was still
    blinking. "Of course you probably have done that before, just that we
    never knew about it without that box attached to your diapers."
    	The rest of the afternoon passed without much incident. Everybody
    enjoyed a big meal in the back yard, followed by Mom and Grandma
    opening their Mother's Day gifts and cards. In addition to some dish
    towels that Mom had actually picked up for me to give to Grandma, I
    also gave her a porcelain figurine of a little boy with just a diaper
    on and a shirt, with his shirt saying "I love you, Grandma!" The boy
    figurine had his arms opened up as if to be soliciting a hug. Grandma
    thought it was cute and appropriate, being that her twelve-year-old
    grandson wears diapers. Grandma had gotten used to me being in diapers
    and accepted it more readily than Grandpa did. Mom received an
    identical figurine that said "I love you, Mom!" Mom then gave me a hug.
    She also got a "Fried Green Tomatoes" video from me.
    	After the Mother's Day gifts were opened, Lisa opened her gifts,
    this time being more tasteful than what her friends gave her. I wished
    I would have been able to find another figurine that said "I love you,
    Sister!" on it, but they didn't have any, and while I'll admit that I
    love Lisa as a sister, I wasn't ready to express it in the same way as
    I did to my Mom and my Grandma. Instead I gave her a Red Hot Chili
    Peppers CD. After this we were served cake and ice cream.
    	As the late afternoon passed, the adults stayed out in the yard
    to chat and pass around photos. My Dad and my grandfather talked about
    investments and how my Dad was going to buy some shares of CKM Products
    stock, saying that I would make him rich if my appearance in the
    commercials for the diapers would help them to sell.
    	We kids had other things in mind, so we went in the house. Suzy
    got to watch all the latest diaper videos, including the mock Thickies
    commercial, which by now had to have been played at least a dozen
    times. Suzy laughed and giggled all the way through the videos,
    especially when Lisa replayed my famous farting scene with my farts
    being amplified loudly throughout the house. Suzy also thought it was
    cute that Megan was used as a stand-in for Cindy in the commercial.
    	"Nice girlfriend, Chris!" Suzy said. Rather than argue over
    whether or not she was a "girlfriend", I just let it slide as we
    watched the rest of the videos. Suzy then wanted to play with the video
    camera and have some scenes of her and me together, so Lisa got the
    video camera and took some more shots.
    	Suzy decided to get cute and do a commercial of her own. She
    thought that she could do a commercial for jeans, using the ones that
    she was wearing.
    	"These are the latest fashion in girls' jeans," Suzy narrated as
    Cindy pointed the camera at her rear end to show off the jeans she had
    on.
    	"And now, let's show you the latest in boys' jeans," Suzy
    narrated as Cindy moved the camera over from a shot of Suzy's rear end
    to my rear end. Of course all I had on was diapers.
    	"Wait! He's supposed to be wearing jeans!" Suzy said. "Why isn't
    he wearing any jeans?"
    	The next scene showed Lisa talking to Suzy. At this point most of
    the dialog was improvised.
    	"Don't you know that boys don't wear jeans?" Lisa said to Suzy.
    	"Then what do boys wear?" Suzy asked.
    	"They wear diapers, silly!" Lisa said. "Their diapers are much
    too thick for them to wear jeans," Lisa said as she patted my butt. "So
    their diapers will always have to show like this. You won't find any
    jeans that will fit over *these* diapers," Lisa said, almost laughing
    and blowing her lines, which were mostly impromptu as it was. Lisa then
    gave me a good, hard slap on the butt.
    	"Oh, then I guess we won't be showing you any boys' jeans then,
    since we don't have any," Suzy said to the camera as she stood next to
    me. "Just boys' diapers."
    	It was turning out to be a really lame and cheesy commercial
    skit, we all agreed, but I suppose this is what made it as amusing as
    it was, and we knew we'd watch it years later and enjoy a good laugh.
    The commercial then turned into an improvised pitch for Thickies
    diapers, which Cindy narrated and demonstrated as she hadn't been in
    any of the home video diaper commercial skits yet.
    	At this time I loaded and wet my diapers and set off both the red
    and green lights on the alarm, and it was all caught on tape. The sound
    of my farting was loud enough to get picked up on the tape, too. Cindy
    told me to turn around and have Lisa zoom in on the monitoring device
    to demonstrate it while it was still actively measuring my pee and poop
    output. It occurred to Lisa and Cindy that they should get some video
    of the monitoring device and showing how it works while it was in our
    possession, so this led to us all doing another cheesy commercial skit
    to advertise the diaper alarm. All in all, it was a fun day. I looked
    forward to telling Tony about it tomorrow.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 30
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    	The last couple weeks were exciting to me as the end of the
    school year was closing in. Both Tony and I felt fairly confident about
    our grades being acceptable, albeit nothing stellar. Tony and I had
    both thought about how this would also be the last year of our being in
    elementary school and that we would be moving on to junior high.
    Actually, it would now be called middle school since the class
    structure was going to change so that sixth graders were no longer in
    elementary school after this year and instead would be holding classes
    in the junior high building.
    	The usual troublemakers-- namely Chuck and Steve-- got in their
    last licks and pantsed Tony and me amd made us expose our diapers to
    our classmates again, but this also gave Mr. Jenkins one last
    opportunity to redden their behinds before this duty would become the
    responsibility of whoever was in charge of disciplinary matters at the
    junior high. The rumors about Chuck and Steve having their own paddles
    with their names on them turned out to be true. Mr. Jenkins gave them
    their paddles as a "souvenir" of their days in elementary school before
    moving on to middle school. Mr. Jenkins had no use for the paddles
    anymore, he reasoned, and he was glad to be rid of these two boys, he
    told us privately after he had spanked them for the last time. Of
    course Chuck and Steve both threw their paddles in the trash, which
    were then later retrieved by some other kids and displayed out on the
    playground for all to see. I couldn't see how many hash marks they both
    had on their paddles, but it sure made me glad that my butt had never
    gotten to know the pain of these paddles. Since Chuck and Steve managed
    to pass the fifth grade, this meant they'd be following Tony and me to
    middle school next fall, which we thought sucked.
    	Just before school was out for the summer, the Memorial Day
    weekend arrived. Mom and Dad usually stayed home, but this year, they
    were going to take off for a weekend getaway, which would include a
    night in Jackpot, Nevada, a little gambling town right on the Idaho-
    Nevada border. While my parents were going to be out of town, Lisa,
    Cindy and I would be staying at Aunt Sharon's and Uncle Allen's house
    since Mom and Dad didn't trust us to be at the house alone.
    	"Aww, Mom!" Lisa said. "I'm sixteen now, can't I at least stay
    here by myself?" Lisa whined.
    	"And I'm fourteen, almost fifteen," Cindy said.
    	"We'd rather you kids all be together and be under supervision,"
    my Mom said to my sisters. "Besides, who's going to change Chris'
    diapers?"
    	"Suzy can change Chris' diapers," Cindy said. "She likes to do
    it, too."
    	"Well, I know you girls are growing up and getting more mature,
    but we'd just feel a lot better if you were with Aunt Sharon and Uncle
    Allen," Mom said. "Please don't argue with us over this."
    	"Okay," Lisa and Cindy both groaned.
    	After Mom and Dad walked away, Lisa told me what she was hoping
    to do while Mom and Dad were away.
    	"Damn, I was gonna see just how high that diaper meter of yours
    will go," Lisa said. "I could also find out just how much those new
    diapers of yours can really handle."
    	"We can still do that, anyway," Cindy said. "Aunt Sharon and
    Uncle Allen aren't going to know as much about Chris' diaper meter
    thingie, and I don't suppose they'll really care how wet and dirty his
    diapers are until Chris gets to really stinking, not that there are
    very many times when he doesn't smell."
    	Both Lisa and Cindy gave me a somewhat sinister look when they
    talked about seeing how long they could keep my monitoring device going
    without resetting it and without changing my diapers. I felt that the
    word "sinister" was an appropriate description of Lisa and Cindy since
    you can't spell "sinister" without the letters in "sister."
    	Friday evening arrived. Mom and Dad were home from work and they
    had their bags (and their wallets) packed and ready to go. Likewise, I
    had my bag packed with the help of Lisa. My belongings that I was
    taking included my entire supply of Thickies diapers and plastic pants,
    plus some extra regular cloth diapers and disposables, too, for
    whatever reason. The large duffel bag that I had used when I went to
    Seattle was the same one Lisa put all my diapers in, forcing me to use
    a second bag for my shirts, socks and all the other things I wanted to
    have with me in case I got bored, which I expected to happen as there
    wasn't that much to do out at Aunt Sharon's and Uncle Allen's. How I
    wish cousin Suzy had a brother because of this.
    	We left the house in much the same fashion as we did when we had
    left for Seattle. We took the house key to Tony's house so that he
    could stop by and feed Cotton. At least this time I didn't have to
    borrow a pair of shorts that were too small, nor did I have to put on a
    show for the neighbors. Tony did this instead this time. He saw the car
    pull up and he came out to the front yard in just his Thickies
    disposables, complete with the monitoring device strapped around him.
    Kara also joined him as they came up to the car. She was wearing a
    bathing suit and had been running through the sprinklers with several
    other neighbor boys and girls.
    	My Dad handed Tony the key and he briefed him on the things that
    Tony was to do in addition to feeding Cotton. Tony dropped the key into
    his shirt pocket, being that it was the only pocket he had.
    	"So what are you gonna do all weekend?" I asked Tony.
    	"Me and Kara are gonna go swimming tomorrow," Tony said. "Wicked
    Waters is opening for the summer."
    	"Sounds like fun," I said. "I never been there. I don't ever get
    to go swimming anymore."
    	"It'll give me a chance to try out these new Thickies swim
    diapers that I have on," Tony said.
    	"Swim diapers?" I asked Tony. I looked at the diaper he had on
    but I couldn't tell that there was anything different about it.
    	"Yeah," Tony said. "They look just like regular diapers, but
    they're made so that when they get wet they don't get all puffy when
    they absorb water like regular diapers do. Here, let me show you."
    	"We gotta get going, Chris," my Dad said.
    	"Aww, Dad, he's just gonna be a few seconds," I said.
    	"Okay," my Dad conceded.
    	I watched Tony join Kara playing in the sprinklers. I watched him
    squat down over the sprinkler, letting the water spray his diapered
    butt. The other kids were laughing as they watched.
    	"They stay dry on the outside!" Tony yelled from across the yard.
    "See?"
    	Tony demonstrated the effectiveness of the swim diaper as he
    stepped away from the sprinkler and showed us his butt. He showed us
    that his Thickies swim diapers had not absorbed any external wetness.
    The padding was still tightly and solidly packed onto his butt without
    any signs of absorbing the water. Kara had disconnected the hose and
    started spraying it right at Tony's butt.
    	"This is the real test of his swim diapers!" Kara said. She then
    chased Tony around the yard with the hose's running water. She
    eventually caught up with him and stuck the hose down the back of his
    diaper. I watched as the water came rushing out the legs of his diaper,
    noting that the first of the water came out brown. At this point Dad
    was ready to leave, so he took off. I waved goodbye to Tony.
    	We drove for several miles until we reached Aunt Sharon's and
    Uncle Allen's place. It was located several miles south of town, almost
    out in the middle of nowhere. The only thing I could think about
    whenever I went there was when I would get to go back home. This was
    the first time that I would be staying there overnight, for two nights.
    I only brought a notepad and some pens, a few books and magazines to
    read as well as my CD player headset and some CD's, and I knew these
    would not last very long before I would grow tired of them.
    	"Now be good, kids, remember to mind your manners," my Dad told
    us as we got out of the car.
    	"Yes, Dad," Lisa sighed impatiently. "We know."
    	We went inside Aunt Sharon's and Uncle Allen's house. I sighed as
    I knew that these were the first few seconds of what would amount to
    over forty hours of boredom. Suzy greeted us and showed us the spare
    bedroom where we would be all be sleeping, sharing one double-sized
    bed.
    	"Do we all have to sleep in that one bed?" I asked.
    	"Either that, or you could sleep on the couch," Suzy said.
    	"Oh come on, Chris, it's not like you haven't had to sleep in the
    same bed with me before," Cindy said. "We'll just make sure you're good
    and diapered so we don't have to worry about you wetting the bed on
    us."
    	Suzy looked at me as she saw that I had carried in two bags, one
    being the large duffel bag which contained my diapers.
    	"Gee, Chris, how long did you think you were going to stay?" Suzy
    asked me.
    	"What do you mean?" I asked her.
    	"You must have a week's worth of clothes in that bag, and you
    have two bags," she said.
    	"Those are just his diapers," Cindy said to Suzy.
    	"So what's in the big bag?" Suzy asked, thinking that Cindy was
    referring to the smaller bag.
    	"His diapers," Cindy said.
    	"Really?" Suzy said. "Just his diapers are in that big bag?"
    	"Yep!" Lisa said. "The small bag has his shirts and socks and
    everything else in it."
    	"How many diapers did you bring, Chris?" Suzy asked me, surprised
    that a bag of such size was used to contain my diapers.
    	"Most of them are my Thickies diapers," I told her. "They're
    really big and they take up a lot of room."
    	"Did you bring a swimsuit?" Suzy asked me.
    	"Uh, no," I said, wondering why she had asked. "I didn't think
    we'd be going swimming, and, well, I don't have any swim trunks that
    fit me anymore, since I don't get to go swimming like I used to."
    	"You don't have any swim trunks, Chris?" Suzy asked me, somewhat
    surprised at this as well.
    	"Of course he doesn't have any," Lisa said to Suzy. "Chris has
    spent the last three summers in nothing but his diapers, and this
    summer's going to be four. He'll never learn to swim at this rate."
    	"Did you and Cindy bring yours?" Suzy asked.
    	"Of course we did," Lisa said.
    	"So why didn't you get anything for Chris to wear?" Suzy asked.
    	"I dunno, just never thought about Chris coming swimming with us,
    I guess," Lisa said. "He doesn't even know how to swim, for one thing.
    He could wear just his diapers, you know. You see babies and toddlers
    in nothing but their diapers all the time at swimming pools."
    	"Yes, but," I said, pausing as I wondered if Lisa was seriously
    expecting me to wear just my diapers at the swimming pool, at least
    this is where I assumed we'd be going.
    	"You don't see too many twelve-year-olds in diapers there. I
    can't go out in public like that."
    	"Not the first time a group of complete strangers has seen you in
    your diapers before, Chris," Lisa reminded me.
    	"Well, it may not be decent for me to do that," I told Lisa.
    	"Your diapers cover your butt just like your swim trunks would--
    if you had any, that is. They'll cover you more than our swimsuits will
    cover us."
    	I decided to go back out to the front room, where Mom and Dad
    were still chatting with Aunt Sharon and Uncle Allen. I didn't know
    what to do about the situation regarding tomorrow's swimming plans and
    I wanted to catch my parents and ask Mom about my lack of swimming
    trunks before they left.
    	"Mom," I said when I had a chance to break into the conversation.
    	"What is it, dear?" she asked me.
    	"Suzy says were gonna go swimming tomorrow, and I don't have any
    swimming trunks to wear," I said.
    	"You didn't know about us taking you kids to the water park?"
    Aunt Sharon asked me.
    	"No," I said.
    	"You ever been to Wicked Waters?" Aunt Sharon asked me.
    	"No," I said. "I thought we were just going to a regular swimming
    pool or something."
    	"Nobody told you that's what we were planning for you kids?" Aunt
    Sharon asked me.
    	"Nobody told me about it, and besides, I really can't swim."
    	"You don't have to swim. You can just go down all the water
    slides," Aunt Sharon said.
    	"Or sit in the kiddie pool all day," Cindy said as she entered
    the room and had overheard the preceding conversation.
    	"What am I gonna wear?" I asked my Mom. "Lisa says I can just go
    around in my diapers."
    	"Well, you'd probably get all the girls to stare at you if you
    did that," my Mom said in a joking sort of manner. "But that may not be
    appropriate for everyone there to see a boy your age in diapers."
    	Mom reached into her purse and gave me thirty dollars, which I
    figured she had originally earmarked for use in the casino.
    	"Here, this should cover it. You can buy some swim trunks before
    you go tomorrow," Mom said. She then turned to my Dad and said, "Shoot,
    Robert, we haven't even entered the casino yet and already I'm down
    thirty dollars."
    	"You can always use the ATM to replenish it," my Dad reminded my
    Mom.
    	"Maybe this will help your luck," Uncle Allen said as he handed
    my Mom and Dad each a horseshoe. Having some horses on his acreage,
    Uncle Allen had a good supply of horseshoes.
    	Mom then sniffed the air and got up from the couch. She then went
    behind me and pulled on the back of my pants, apparently sensing the
    odor that my poop was causing. She looked down inside and checked my
    diaper, seeing that it was full of poop.
    	"You'd better get your diaper changed, Chris," Mom told me as she
    patted my butt. "After awhile we all get used to you wearing that alarm
    device, you know."
    	Mom and Dad then took off at this point. Aunt Sharon started to
    make dinner while Uncle Allen went outside.
    	"So, what is there to do here?" I asked.
    	"Well, stinky butt, first, before we do anything, we'll have to
    do something about that smelly diaper of yours," Lisa said.
    	"Can I change him again?" Suzy offered.
    	"Sure, go ahead," Lisa said. "You know where his diapers are."
    	Lisa and Cindy decided to go outside, leaving Suzy to handle the
    job of changing my diaper by herself. Suzy took me back into the guest
    bedroom and had me lie down on the bed. She took my pants off and
    realized that because of all the pee and poop that was in my diaper
    that she would need to stick something underneath me to protect the
    bed. I lay there with my pants off and waited for her to return. She
    had retrieved a garbage bag to serve as a makeshift changing pad.
    	With the plastic garbage bag underneath my butt, Suzy removed the
    soiled diaper and exposed my naked genitalia and my poop-covered crotch
    and buttocks. She wadded up the diaper and set it on the floor. She
    went to my large bag and got out the wipes and the powder. My dick
    stood tall and erect as I felt Suzy clean me up. Next came a double set
    of Thickies diapers and a pair of large plastic pants.
    	"Are Aunt Sharon and Uncle Allen gonna mind if I go around like
    this?" I asked Suzy, knowing that all I could wear at this point were
    the thick diapers.
    	"They're expecting you to be in just your diapers most of the
    time, and they know it's all you ever wear at your house. I don't think
    they've ever seen you in anything but your diapers, either, when we
    come over there."
    	I followed Suzy out of the room as she carried my used disposable
    diaper. I saw it sagging from its heavy weight of pee and poop as she
    held it at her side. I felt awkward walking through someone else's
    house in just my diapers.
    	"Mom, what do I do with Chris' diaper?" Suzy asked.
    	"Take it to the outside trash," Aunt Sharon told her. I followed
    Suzy out the back door, where she tossed the diaper into one of the
    garbage cans on the back patio. Lisa and Cindy were both sitting on the
    picnic table that was on the patio.
    	"How did I do?" Suzy asked. "Did I diaper Chris okay?"
    	Lisa got down from the table and examined my diapers.
    	"You did fine," Lisa said. "But he needs his monitor put on him."
    	"Oh yeah," Suzy said. "I forgot to put it on him, and I don't
    know how you're supposed to set it up."
    	"Here, I'll come help you with that," Lisa said as she came back
    into the house with Suzy and me. We went back into the bedroom and Lisa
    attached the device, sticking the sensors down inside my diapers. We
    then went back out to the patio, where Suzy offered us each a soda from
    the refrigerator they kept outside.
    	Dinner was ready a few minutes later and we were all seated
    around the table enjoying Aunt Sharon's roast beef, which had been
    served with some baked beans and mashed potatoes and gravy. The soda
    that I drank had already processed and was in my diapers now. The alarm
    alerted everyone to the fact that I had just peed in my diapers.
    	"I hope we don't have to listen to that damn thing going off
    every time you do something in those diapers of yours, Chris," Uncle
    Allen said to me.
    	"I can shut off the beeper," I told Uncle Allen. With this, I
    reached down and deactivated the beeper. I spent the rest of the
    evening reading out of my book and watching TV with Suzy and the girls.
    Before too long it was time for us to all go to bed. Lisa and Cindy had
    changed into their nightwear. I was already in mine for the most part,
    although I did change into one of my Thickies shirts which was what I
    wore to bed most nights. Lisa checked the readings on my monitoring
    device and determined that I hadn't wet enough to justify a diaper
    change and that no poop had been registered.
    	"I'm sure glad you're diapered up since you'll be sleeping in the
    same bed as us," Lisa said as she patted my bottom, prompting me to
    climb in.
    	"Get your butt in the bed," Lisa said, taking the opportunity to
    pat my behind some more. "Scoot, scoot, scoot!"
    	"Why do I have to be in the middle?" I asked.
    	"Well, Chris, it works like this," Lisa started. "You see, Cindy
    and I may need to get up in the middle of the night to use the
    bathroom. There's a toilet in there; I think you remember what one is.
    Anyway, since Cindy and I *don't* wear diapers, we may have to use that
    toilet. You, Chris, on the other hand, do wear diapers, and you won't
    need to be getting up for anything in case you need to pee or poop, so
    it makes perfectly logical sense for you to sleep in the middle of the
    bed, thereby allowing us girls easier access to the facilities. Now do
    you understand why you are in the middle?"
    	"Yeah, makes sense to me," I agreed. I just didn't like the idea
    of being stuck between my two sisters all night. I climbed into the bed
    and lay in the middle. Cindy then got in on her side. Lisa turned the
    light off and then she got into the bed on the other side. I felt her
    large body sink the mattress down. I had to listen to Lisa and Cindy
    talk about things that would only interest girls while their
    conversation went over me. Fortunately, Aunt Sharon didn't let them
    talk for too long as she came intoo the room and shushed them. I
    continued to lie there in silence with a big hard-on inside my diapers.
    I was so tempted to jack off, but being wedged between my two sisters
    didn't make this very easy to do. With my young sexual urges
    unfulfilled, I eventually fell asleep. I had a dream about being in
    public in my diapers and this helped to expel some of the semen into my
    diapers, as indicated by the relatively small reading on the diaper
    monitoring device the next morning.

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Forever In Diapers, Parts 31-40

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