    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 161
    ----------------------------

    	Tony came home with me after school. All we could talk about was
    the bomb threat that sent us home early. It was all anyone could talk
    about, especially since it had become known that I was the one who
    reported the sighting. Some of the kids were razzing me for being so
    gullible to have believed that the device was a real bomb.
    	"How the hell was I supposed to know it wasn't real?" I said.
    They asked me what it looked like and I said, "it just had a little
    digital clock on it and some wires, some tubes wrapped in black
    electrical tape. It looked real enough to me."
    	"If it was a real bomb, nobody would be stupid enough to make it
    look like one, you dumbass!" this one kid told me. "They only do that
    shit in the movies."
    	"What, are you some expert on making bombs?" I asked the kid,
    wanting to deck him in the chops.
    	"You don't have to be an expert to know that," he said. "You just
    can't be a dumbass, that's all."
    	"You mean DIAPERED ass!" I corrected the kid as I stood up and
    bent over, lifting my shirt to let him see my diaper. I was hoping to
    muster up a fart in the process, but without eating lunch today, this
    was harder to do.
    	"You're that, too," he said. "You're a diapered dumbass, which is
    even worse than just a regular dumbass, so there!"
    	"Whatever," I said to myself as I pondered why the world couldn't
    have been lucky enough for his mother to have had a headache the night
    he was conceived.
    	Other kids were asking me more sincerely why someone put a bomb
    facsimile in my gym locker, as if I knew the reason. I really didn't
    want to think about why anyone would want to even make me think they
    wanted to blast me away. It was a rather perturbing thought, especially
    with the PAY OR DIE note that I got just before this. A couple of sixth
    graders were telling me that since I caused everyone to leave school
    early and they had to call in the bomb squad I'd have to pay for
    everything.
    	"You're full of shit," I told him.
    	"So are your diapers," the kid retorted, me thinking, "gee, how
    original. You're only the 7,363rd person to use that as a comeback." He
    was mocking me, plugging his nose and fanning his face as if I had
    really stunk. The truth of the matter was that my diapers were, in
    fact, full of shit.
    	"How did you know?" I asked him. "Want proof?"
    	"You're weird, Chris!" he said.
    	As Tony and I got off the bus, several kids, including the one
    who was mocking me for my smelly diapers, stuck their heads out the bus
    windows and they all yelled "BOOM!" at the same time, thinking they
    were being funny. Yeah, that was so funny I could shit. Wait a minute.
    I already did that.
    	Jennie walked with Tony and me to my house. She asked us about
    the incident. She could tell I was upset by being the perpetrator's
    chosen target, even if the bomb was fake.
    	"Why would anyone want to blow you up?" Jennie asked me.
    	"I don't know," I said. "I don't even know if they really meant
    to scare me, or if they're warning me, or what, or just trying to scare
    everybody. I think I know who did it, though."
    	When we got to my house Jennie asked if she could come over since
    she didn't have anyone at her house to look after, being that Derek was
    still in school and Steven was at his babysitter's house.
    	"Sure, go ahead," I said. We went into the house and Tony and I
    took our stuff into my room. We both took our pants off and emerged
    from my bedroom each of us only wearing our diapers. Jennie looked at
    us and said, "I don't know which of you is faster at getting his pants
    off when he gets home from school, you guys, or Derek."
    	"When you're a diaper boy, you have to make sure you are in just
    your diapers for as absolutely as long as possible."
    	"Is that something you guys talk about at your diaper meetings?"
    Jennie asked us, giggling as she thought about how cute this was.
    	"Actually, yes, we do," I said. "Every second spent wearing pants
    after school amounts to about three minutes time over the course of a
    school year. If I were to wait twenty seconds after getting home each
    day to take my pants off, that's an extra hour for which I haven't been
    in just my diapers."
    	"You guys!" Jennie laughed. "Derek unfastens the fly on his pants
    after he gets off the bus and then he'll start pulling his pants down
    before he even shuts the door! He leaves his pants by the door every
    night so in the morning he puts them on right before he leaves."
    	"I'd say Derek's got us beat there," I admitted. Tony agreed. We
    both vowed to start doing the same.
    	"Yeah, just think of all the extra diapers-only time we're going
    to pick up from now on!" Tony commented.
    	"Do you guys earn good karma or something for being in your
    diapers more?" Jennie asked us.
    	"Yes, we must appease Pamperius, the great god of diapers!" Tony
    said. He could be a good improviser at times.
    	"Pamperius?" Jennie asked. "Oh, PAMPER-ius, I get it!" she said
    while giggling.
    	"Yes, the great god of Pamperius is watching over us and he keeps
    track of how much time we spend in just our diapers. Failure to meet
    his exacting demands of diaper-boyhood will result in being sent to...
    Toiletria!" I said after pausing for a moment and having to think of
    some purgatorial-sounding name.
    	"Toiletria?" Jennie repeated after me with a chuckle.
    	"Yeah, it's like a hell where they send all the diaper boys who
    didn't appease Pamperius and they are forced to go through toilet
    training for an eternity. You can resist all you want, but you're not
    going to get your diapers back, so you might as well go through with it
    and resign yourself to being potty trained forever. It's awful!" I
    continued, having fun with this little impromptu skit Tony and I had
    just made up.
    	"Where do you guys come up with this stuff?" Jennie asked us
    while shaking her head.
    	"Mr. Eastman's class," I said. "I think of all kinds of silly
    shit in that delightful place for insomniacs!"
    	"And I thought Derek's 'Poopitus' cartoons were silly!" Jennie
    said. "Speaking of 'Poopitus', I'd say you guys had a case of it
    yourselves today." She could smell the odors from our soiled diapers.
    	"Would you like to change us?" I asked her.
    	"Sure," she said with a smile, not being the least bit hesitant
    to oblige. "Which one of you wants to be first?" Jennie asked.
    	"You go ahead, Chris, I can change myself," Tony said. We then
    went into my room where I got up on my changing table while Tony
    proceeded to handle his own diaper change in the middle of the floor.
    Jennie knew where to get the necessary supplies. As I lay there and
    waited for her to get my diapers, plastic pants and pins all gathered
    up I stared at her behind. The contours of her hips were starting to
    show signs of taking shape. Her butt was developing a more pronounced
    outward projection. The sight of her tight acid-washed jeans tightly
    clinging to her rump was yet another ever-present reminder to me how
    she and so many other girls had no need or desire to wear diapers.
    Watching her in this position as she proceeded to produce a tall stack
    of gleaming white diapers was getting me hard as I thought about what
    Derek and Steven's thickly padded butts looked like in contrast.
    	Jennie then came over with the supplies and she proceeded with
    the vile chore of removing my stinky diaper and wiping up the messy
    contents coating my butt in the wake of my most recent bowel movement
    which was brought on by the discovery of the fake bomb. As demonstrated
    by her tolerant facial expression, it was nothing Jennie wasn't already
    used to handling, of course, since Derek and Steven gave her two boy
    butts coated with poop to wipe up each time it came to change their
    diapers.
    	"So how are those two boys doing?" Jennie asked me.
    	"They're doing great," I said. "They love their diapers, that's
    for sure."
    	Jennie then turned her attention to Tony as he was getting ready
    to tape up his diaper. She stopped for a moment and helped Tony by
    putting his diaper on as tightly as she could get it, knowing that she
    could probably get it on him better in spite of his years of diapering
    independence.
    	"Thanks," Tony said.
    	"How did your babysitting job go yesterday?" Jennie asked him.
    	"I haven't actually gotten to spend time alone with Richard yet,"
    Tony said. "Yesterday we went out to lunch with his Dad. Today and
    every day I have to meet him at his bus stop and walk him home."
    	Tony went on to explain how shy Richard was and why he was slow
    to come around. Tony also told Jennie some of the things he and I were
    told about Richard's past, things she couldn't believe. It momentarily
    dampened the mood, but we quickly changed the subject and Jennie was
    back to diapering me up. One by one I watched her fold the flat diapers
    into thick pads, sticking each one of them under my butt, each diaper
    added to the stack creating a billowing mound of white cloth underneath
    me, finishing the job with a big Thickies diaper, which dwarfed the
    smaller diaper sets beneath it. She pinned me up, adding pins to my
    shirt and fastening it to my diapers as she did for her brothers more
    than Cindy did for me. She then put me in double plastic pants and,
    since it would be remiss for her not to, she patted my butt as I hopped
    down from the changing table.
    	It was about 1:15 in the afternoon. Since we hadn't eaten lunch
    yet we all threw together some sandwiches and ate some potato chips and
    cookies along with some soda to drink. We went out to the living room
    and I turned on the TV to see if there were any news reports about the
    bomb scare at the school. As I bent over to pick up the remote control
    Jennie whistled as she got an eyeful of the butt she just diapered up
    ever so heavily. I started flipping through the channels when the phone
    rang. I handed the remote to Tony and went into the kitchen to answer.
    It was Mom.
    	"Chris, are you okay?" she asked me, obviously concerned after
    likely having heard the news by now.
    	"I'm fine, Mom," I told her.
    	"Good, I just wanted to make sure you made it home okay, dear,"
    my Mom said.
    	"How did you find out about it?" I asked Mom.
    	"I heard it on the news on the radio while I was having lunch,"
    Mom said. "When they mentioned your school, I panicked. I tried calling
    the school, but every number I called was busy. I tried calling the
    district office and everything."
    	"So what did you hear about it?" I asked Mom. "We're trying to
    find something on the news here."
    	"We?" Mom asked.
    	"Tony's here. So is Jennie. She doesn't have her brothers to look
    after until they get home, so she's hanging out here, if that's okay,"
    I explained sheepishly, since Mom knew that we were unsupervised at the
    moment. In actuality, I didn't think that Mom was too worried about us
    doing anything sexual other than what occurs naturally to a boy's penis
    when he's getting his balls and butt wiped up and then getting these
    areas diapered to the hilt and then some. Jennie was getting to be old
    enough to "experiment", though. In any case, Mom could be assured that
    if I was diapered the way I usually am diapered after school, there was
    no worry that anything of a de-virginizing nature on Jennie's part
    nature was about to happen. I even told Mom that Jennie diapered me
    since it was already revealed that she was there. This was cool with
    Mom since she knew Jennie had her own diaper-butt brothers to look
    after. Either that, or Mom was just glad for now that I still had a
    butt on me to be diapered.
    	I asked Mom again what she had found out on the news.
    	"Not much. I didn't catch all of it. All I heard was that the
    bomb turned out to be a fake and nobody was hurt and that they let
    classes out early."
    	"Oh, okay, well, we'll keep watching," I said.
    	"Don't forget to go to Cody's and Jordan's," Mom reminded me.
    	"Yes, Mom, I'll remember," I said. "You think I'd forget about
    getting to see those two cute little boys in their thick diapers?"
    	"I doubt you would, Chris," Mom said, acknowledging that she knew
    how much I enjoyed seeing those boys run around in their diapers. "See
    you when you get home tonight."
    	"Chris! Chris!" both Tony and Jennie called for me at the same
    time.
    	"They're gonna tell us about the bomb scare!" Jennie said. I ran
    into the living room and stood before the TV as the afternoon news
    break came on. The announcer came on the screen with a graphic of a
    cartoon-like black spherical bomb, and the text BOMB SCARE underneath
    it. The announcer then began his report:

    "We have an update for you on that bomb scare which occurred at
    Hillside Middle School at around 11:00 AM today. A device which was
    designed to look like a bomb was found in the boys' locker room of the
    school, but the device, after being carefully removed from the building
    and destroyed at a remote site several miles out in the desert south of
    Boise, turned out to be a fake. There were no injuries reported from
    the incident. The student who found the bomb in his locker told his
    teacher and his classmates and then told everyone to get out. An
    assistant ran to the office to alert everyone of the situation.
    Hundreds of students were then evacuated as the bomb squad investigated
    the entire building, using bomb-sniffing dogs to aid their search for
    any other explosives which may have been left inside the building. None
    were found. Firefighters and paramedics were on standby at the scene in
    the event of an explosion.

    "Classes for the remainder of the day were cancelled and students were
    sent home. Dozens of parents had to scramble to ensure that their kids
    would have a place to go after school because of the early release.
    Officials from the school ask that you not try to call at this time as
    phone lines are jammed. The superintendent for the Boise School
    District will be holding a press conference at 2:00 PM, and we will
    bring you live coverage of that event.

    "The suspect, a seventh-grade student attending Hillside Middle School
    who was reportedly on suspension, is believed to be responsible for the
    incident. The thirteen-year-old boy was found hiding in the locker room
    during the investigation. Police arrested the boy immediately and he is
    now in custody. There is no word yet on what his motive was behind the
    bomb scare, but we are told by police that his actions stemmed from a
    disagreement the boy had with the student whose locker contained the
    device."

    	"That's you, Chris," Tony said to me.
    	"Tell me about it," I groaned, again pondering why anyone would
    go to such extremes to express his disagreement over the fact that I
    and my friends all love to wear diapers, or that we can't play football
    worth a shit. Even though it wasn't my fault, I felt bad that someone's
    hatred towards me would lead to something such as this. Maybe he was
    pissed at Phil Brown because last week's stunt with the soiled Depends
    in Mr. Brown's car backfired. Whatever the case may be, it sure got a
    lot more people's attention than he was probably counting on.
    	Meanwhile, the story had gone to a live reporter who was on the
    scene at our school. They were interviewing teachers and asking them
    questions about the incident. They reported that "Phil Brown, the
    physical education instructor who was first told about the bomb scare,
    has declined to speak with us."
    	"You know, he was looking pretty disturbed, wasn't he?" Tony
    commented.
    	"Maybe he had something to do with this," I said.
    	"I don't know, but it will be interesting to find out," Tony
    commented. We watched the remainder of the report. Tony's mom called as
    well as Derek's mom, who of course wanted to make sure Jennie was okay.
    Tony's mom asked him to get home so that Kara could get in the house
    since Tony had the key. With this he got his book bag and his jacket.
    He was still carrying his pants, walking around in just his diaper when
    he got to the front door. He then put his pants on and then his shoes
    just before opening the door in order to maximize to the very second
    his "diapers-only" time.
    	"See you tomorrow," I said to Tony as he was leaving.
    	"As long as the school's still there," he remarked.
    	The reality and the gravity of the situation was starting to set
    in now. I was having a hard time dealing with the bomb scare because it
    involved me. I was just an innocent victim, the target of someone's
    rage. Jennie could tell that I was upset, so she tried to comfort me.
    She asked me where my baby bottles were located. After I told her she
    went into the kitchen to get one. She filled a bottle up with some milk
    and then she came back.
    	"Get on my lap," she said as she sat down in the recliner which
    Dad usually occupied. She patted her lap as she invited me to climb up
    onto her. I stuck my diapered butt in her face, which invited her to
    pat my butt and snap the waistbands of my double-plastic pants a couple
    of times.
    	"You got a big diaper butt, you know that, Chris?" Jennie told
    me. This helped me feel a little better, enough to elicit a smile.
    	"I knew you'd like to hear me say that," she said with a smile as
    I got into my position to be babied. I lay back across her lap, lifting
    my legs up in the air. She held me like a baby and stuck the bottle
    into my mouth. Her other hand was placed over the crotch of my thick
    diapers, causing me to get hard. I couldn't feel her hand through all
    those thick diapers she put on me, but just knowing it was there was
    enough to maintain my erection.
    	"You feeling better, baby boy?" Jennie asked me, speaking in
    baby-talk while she continued to feed me. I just smiled with the bottle
    still in my mouth and nodded.
    	"Derek and Steven like it when I do this for them," Jennie said.
    "We don't fight like most brothers and sisters do as much as we used
    to. I think all sisters should baby their brothers like this."
    	I just nodded some more as I agreed with Jennie. I couldn't
    imagine Cindy or Lisa babying me like this, though, since it just
    wouldn't have been the same to have my actual sisters do this. Maybe if
    I were younger I would have appreciated it more from my sisters. Jennie
    continued to baby me and pat my crotch. After I finished the bottle she
    continued to hold me, telling me what a little diaper boy I am and how
    naughty I am for getting her two brothers into diapers (not that Steven
    was ever out of diapers to begin with). Of course she said this knowing
    that I would enjoy hearing it. She described in detail everything she
    did during my diaper change, recapping everything from wiping up my
    stinky bottom to powdering up my soft, tender nuts, to pinning up the
    last diaper, "a big, HUGE white THICKIES diaper all over your BUTT!"
    she said emphatically. She told me how she believes that all boys
    should remain in diapers and never be potty trained, assuring me that
    Derek and Steven would never ever use a toilet again to serve as a
    testament of her convictions. Derek and Steven, of course, agreed.
    	Jennie then began to move her hand around the front of my
    diapers, doing the things she probably couldn't have gotten away with
    when it was Derek or Steven sitting her lap. She "walked" her fingers
    up the front of my diapers, making the long journey from my crotch all
    the way up over my stomach, going towards my chest where the high
    diapers finally came to a stop. Each "step" her slender fingers made
    left behind in their wake a small indentation in the surface of my
    plastic pants. These indentations disappeared quickly, though, as the
    bulk of my thick diapers resiliently pushed upward into the plastic
    pants from underneath, stretching them out as they contained no slack
    material from the volume of cloth that I was wearing. It was times like
    this when I took notice of such subtle details about my diapers.
    	Jennie then picked repeatedly at the large diaper pins she stuck
    into my shirt, suggesting that she should have used more pins to make
    extra sure that I could never get out of my diapers until she took the
    pins out. She teasingly acted as if she were going to remove some of
    them. By this time I was so absorbed in her tender, babying touches and
    appreciating such subtleties about my diapers that I had all but
    completely forgotten about the bomb scare we had at school.
    	My thoughts about this incident quickly resurfaced when at about
    2:30 Cindy and Lisa got home from school. I was still sitting there in
    Jennie's lap when Lisa and Cindy came through the door.
    	"We heard about the bomb threat at your school," Cindy said as
    she came in the door. Lisa continued onward towards her bedroom.
    	"I'm sure you did, it's probably all over the news now," I said.
    	"Oh, hi Jennie," Cindy greeted her.
    	"Hi," she said, looking embarrassed as she was probably afraid of
    getting in trouble for holding me the way she was.
    	"I see you've already diapered him, and then some," Cindy said,
    referring to Jennie pinning up my shirt. "At least I'm assuming you
    did."
    	"Well, since they don't make automatic diapers yet, then I'd say
    it's a safe assumption that I did," Jennie joked. "Chris needed a
    diaper change, especially after what happened at school today," Jennie
    commented.
    	"Thanks, I appreciate it," Cindy said. "I mean, not that I mind
    diapering you, of course," Cindy assured me.
    	I decided that I'd better get up at this point. I needed to leave
    soon to go to Cody's and Jordan's house. I thanked Jennie for her
    "services."
    	"Any time," she said. "I'm always next door if you're in need of
    comforting."
    	Before Jennie went back home she asked if I wanted the diaper
    pins to be taken out of my shirt. I told her, "Nahh. Besides, I want to
    show the boys, and maybe they'll let me do it to them!"
    	"I'm sure they will, if they love their diapers as much as you
    say they do."
    	After Jennie left I went into my bedroom and grabbed my sweat
    pants, but I didn't put them on yet. I also grabbed the Twister game
    and Mom's camera and put them in my diaper/book bag. I also brought
    with me my entire supply of diaper pins since I wanted Cody and Jordan
    to experience having their shirts pinned to their diapers. Since I knew
    they'd ask me about seeing me like this, I decided to be prepared and
    let them have the chance to enjoy this.
    	I put my shoes back on and then, lastly, my sweat pants. Since
    they were easier to put on with shoes on than with regular pants, I
    figured that I could get away with doing it this way. I didn't want to
    lose any of my precious "diapers-only" time from my record with
    "Pamperius."
    	With my shirt fastened to my diapers, this exposed them a lot
    more. A white band about six to eight inches wide ran between the top
    of my gray sweat pants and where my gray shirt disappeared into my
    diapers. Cindy saw this and nicknamed me "Oreo."

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 162
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    	Because I was leery about possibly having another run-in with
    Hugh I decided to take a different route to the boys' house. I had to
    hurry to make up for the extra time that it would take for me to get
    there. I ended up riding down Tony's street and then cutting back over.
    Whether Hugh was waiting for me or not I didn't know, but at least I
    didn't see him and foiled any plans he may have had to run me down.
    	I got to Cody's and Jordan's house just before their bus arrived.
    I took my bike out back so nobody would steal it or at least mess with
    it. The minute I was inside the house I stripped off my sweat pants and
    gleefully tossed them over to the couch. During this time the bus had
    stopped and let some kids off. The two boys came running to the door,
    probably thinking about how they would get to be in just their diapers
    once they got inside. The minute they came in I told them, "okay, let's
    get those pants off!"
    	"Wow, we just got home and you're having us take our pants off!"
    Jordan said.
    	"Yeah, think about how much more time you get to be in just your
    diapers the sooner you get your pants off," I told the boys. "That's
    why I took mine off right as I got here. I figured that if you spend
    just one whole extra minute wearing your pants around after school,
    that comes out to three whole hours over the school year. That's three
    hours you could spend in diapers that you'd be wasting!"
    	"Whoa!" Cody and Jordan said as they looked at each other.
    "That's a long time!"
    	"It is," I said. And since you two are in first grade, and you
    just started going to school, that means by the time you graduate,
    every extra minute you spend wearing your pants after school will add
    up to 36 hours. That's a day and a half!"
    	The boys were astounded to hear this, even though I don't think
    they really understood the math behind it. It was convincing enough to
    get them to start stepping out of their pants right away. The two boys
    were soon wearing just their diapers and their shirts. I thought about
    letting the boys have a race tomorrow to see which one of them could
    get his pants off the fastest. As expected, both boys had on very wet
    diapers as their crotches were bloated with pee. I had a good feeling
    that they were carrying a lot of poop around in their diapers as well,
    but Thickies diapers made this so difficult to ascertain visually
    because of their thickness and rise.
    	"I see two wet and poopy diaper butts that need changing!" I
    announced as the two boys danced around, happy to be in just diapers
    again.
    	"I see three!" Cody said.
    	"Who's three?" I asked.
    	"YOURS!" he shouted with a grin. "I bet you're a poopy butt!"
    	"How can you tell?" I asked him as I stuck my butt into his face.
    	"My butt is clean!" I said. "I just got diapered before I came
    over."
    	"You're always poopy!" he said.
    	"About half the time I am, anyway, but not always," I said. "But
    I *know* you two are poopy, so which one of you wants to get diapered
    first?"
    	"Me!" came both of their voices simultaneously.
    	"Okay, last one to the changing pad is a toilet-trained GIRL!" I
    told the boys. This sent them quickly running for their room,
    scrambling to avoid being labeled as a non-diaper-wearing female,
    which, in my boy-biased mind was a redundancy. Apparently Cody was
    slightly faster since he saying, "ha ha, Jordan, you're a potty trained
    girl!"
    	"No, I'm not!" he asserted with his arms folded over his chest.
    "I'm a BOY, and I wear DIAPERS!" To this, he was holding up his shirt
    so that his diaper could completely show.
    	"Of course you're a boy, and a diaper boy at that," I told him,
    patting him on the shoulder. "I was just kidding about the potty-
    trained girl thing."
    	"I know," he said as he smiled back at me. "Because if I was a
    girl, I wouldn't be wearing these diapers!"
    	I smiled with joy as I knew I had these boys properly trained in
    their thinking.
    	"Okay, Cody, looks like you're going to be first," I said. He had
    been lying there on the changing pad waiting for me to remove his well-
    used diaper. While I was leaning over him, Jordan noticed all the
    diaper pins stuck into my shirt.
    	"Hey! You have pins in your shirt!" he said.
    	"I was wondering when you guys would say something about that," I
    said. I sat back up for a moment so that Cody could also see the pins.
    The inevitable "why" question then ensued.
    	"Have you ever wanted to find out what it would be like if you
    could never, ever get your diapers off?" I asked them.
    	The two boys looked at each other and said, "I don't know."
    	"They'd have to come off some time, or they'd get really wet and
    poopy!" Jordan pointed out.
    	"Well, yeah, they would come off eventually," I said. "But I
    mean, suppose YOU couldn't take them off."
    	The two boys looked at me, still not quite sure what I was
    getting at. I wanted them to allow me to pin their shirts to their
    diapers since I wanted to see what they'd look like and how they'd
    react to it.
    	"You see, because I have all these pins in my shirt, I can't take
    my diapers off," I said. "Or my shirt." With this I demonstrated how
    the pins worked to prevent me from easily removing either article.
    	"But can't you just take them out?" Jody asked me.
    	"The ones up front I could," I said. "But it would take me
    awhile." I then reached behind me and demonstrated how the pins in back
    were virtually impossible for me take out.
    	"But the back ones I can't reach," I said. "Notice that there are
    more pins back there because of this."
    	"Wow!" Cody said. "Who did that?"
    	"Jennie, that girl who lives next door to me," I said. "She does
    this to her brothers a lot."
    	"Why does she do it?" Jordan asked.
    	"Because her brothers like it and she likes doing it," I said.
    "So, you guys want to try it?"
    	"Uhh, yeah, sure," Cody said. Jordan agreed to go along with it
    as well. I couldn't wait until I got to this extra stage of diapering
    the two boys. I was concerned, however, why they were somewhat hesitant
    to let me do this.
    	"You're gonna take them back out, aren't you?" Jordan asked me.
    	"Of course I will," I said. "After all, I need to take them back
    home for *my* diapers. I'll take them out before I leave. For now I'll
    get both of you in your Thickies diapers, that way you have a nice
    clean place to poop and you won't have to go to the (ahem, cough,
    cough), the, (whisper)the toilet.(/whisper)."
    	Both boys laughed as I made "toilet" sound like a bad word. To us
    diaper boys, it was. After I had both Cody and Jordan diapered up I got
    out the box of diaper pins. Jordan watched me as I started sticking
    diaper pins into Cody's shirt, fastening them to his diapers. He
    giggled as he watched a row of diaper pins form horizontally across his
    stomach. I put about half a dozen of them up front and four on each
    side.
    	"Now for the fun part," I said as I instructed Cody to sit in
    front of me and bend forward. He scooted his well-diapered butt into my
    crotch. I stuck about a dozen and a half pins in the back of his
    diapers. With his small waist, this was as many pins as I could cram
    into the mid-nether regions of his body.
    	"How many pins did you use?" Jordan asked me.
    	"Thirty-two," I said. "I put eighteen of them across the back
    above your butt."
    	"I'm not getting these diapers off now, huh?!" Cody said as he
    stood up and tried in vain to get his diapers or his shirt to budge. He
    was pulling pretty hard, but since I had rolled up his shirttail to
    reinforce the hold and to maximize his diapers' exposure, there was
    absolutely no chance of him getting his diapers off.
    	Jordan couldn't wait to get his diapers pinned to his shirt, so I
    soon had his diapers solidly fastened to his shirt. Having an abundance
    of diaper pins available, I put as dense of a concentration of them in
    the back where he couldn't reach them.
    	When I was done both boys danced around saying, "we can't get our
    diapers off! We can't get our diapers off!" in an excited singsong
    fashion. Both of them stood before me with their entire stomachs
    covered by diapers as their shirts were allowing the rise of their
    diapers to show.
    	"Now it's our turn!" Jody said.
    	"But I'm already pinned up!" I said. I knew what the boys were
    thinking, but I decided to have fun and go along with them.
    	"We want to add MORE!" Jody said.
    	"Yeah, we want to use up the rest of the pins! You got a whole
    BOX full of them!"
    	"Well, all right, if you say so," I said. Jennie had them quite
    densely placed into my diapers, so there wasn't much room for more
    pins, especially in the back. I let the boys have at it. They were
    giggling as I stood still and let them work each side of me. I could
    feel their little hands working dutifully as they added more and more
    pins. By the time they were done I figured that I must have had over a
    hundred diaper pins stuck into my diapers. As I had shown them, they
    concentrated them the most heavily in the back.
    	"Okay, I think that's enough," I told the boys as I realized that
    it was past 3:30 now. I told the boys that I had brought the Twister
    game with me again. This got them excited, especially as I had also
    brought along the camera so that I could take some pictures of them
    playing.
    	I led the boys out of their room and into the kitchen where we
    could all have our after-school cookies and milk. When I went to the
    refrigerator I saw a note tacked onto it with a magnet. The note said:

    Chris,

    I talked to Elaine last night about her daughter Miranda. Everything is
    going to be okay. Her parents decided not seek pressing charges against
    Hugh and his family. ("Damn!" I thought to myself.)

    Elaine also told me about seeing you wearing diapers and she asked me
    about this. I wasn't sure what to tell her, other than that you needed
    to wear them (which is true). She then asked me about letting Miranda
    come over. While I have been trying to keep my boys' classmates from
    finding out by not letting other kids from their school to come over, I
    finally told Elaine that this was the reason that I didn't want Miranda
    to visit, because my boys didn't want anyone from their school to find
    out that they wear diapers. Elaine was understanding of this and I also
    explained that this was why I chose you to babysit for Cody and Jordan.
    I told her that Miranda could come over now if she wants to.

    I don't know if Elaine told Miranda that Cody and Jordan wear diapers.
    Just to make sure there are no problems, I need to ask you to have Cody
    and Jordan either remain dressed when they get home or to not diaper
    them so heavily that they can't easily get their pants back on if
    Miranda should happen to show up. You might want to keep your pants on
    as well.

    Sue

    	After reading the note I turned around and looked at Cody and
    Jordan sitting at the table. They looked so happy as each of the two
    boys was straddling his chair, looking down at his super thick diapers.
    Jordan was picking at all the pins around his waist and Cody was trying
    to assess the thickness of his diapers by pinching the thick stack of
    cloth bulging forth from between his bare, slender legs in various
    places. After reading the note and examining how thickly I diapered and
    pinned up the boys, all I could say was, "oops."
    	"What is it?" Jordan asked me. "What does the note say?"
    	I read the note back to the boys. When I got to the part about
    them having to either remain dressed or not wear such thick diapers
    Cody just said, "too late for that now." Jordan, however, groaned.
    	"I don't wanna get dressed!" he said.
    	"Yeah, I wanna stay in my DIAPERS! And I want to wear them so
    THICK that they could choke a DINOSAUR!" Cody added.
    	"You're not gonna make us take our Thickies diapers off, are you,
    Chris?" Jordan asked me, giving me the old puppy-dog eyes. I couldn't
    do this to the boys and it would be a grave injustice against them and
    me. I certainly wouldn't want to make them "diaper down". Their diapers
    were making them to be the happiest boys they could ever be. It was
    almost as bad as asking them to use the TOILET!
    	"I really don't want to, guys," I said. "But your Mom said that
    this was what she wanted you guys to do."
    	"Ahh, man! I want to keep my diapers on!" Cody said.
    	"Me, too!" Cody said.
    	"We'll just take off a few layers so that you can put your
    overalls back on if--"
    	"No way!" Cody said. "I want to stay in my diapers!"
    	"Me too!" Jordan added.
    	"Well, let me take the pins out, and..."
    	DING DONG! The doorbell rang.
    	"Someone's at the door!" Jordan said.
    	"Yeah, let's go hide!" Cody said. The two boys scampered off to
    their room. Meanwhile, the doorbell rang again. I feared for a moment
    that it might be Hugh, unless he was the one who got busted for the
    bomb scare at school. Then I got to thinking that it might be a
    Jehovah's Witness or somebody like that. When I peeked out the front
    window I could see a pink jacket and some long dark hair. I peered
    through the peephole and determined that it was Miranda. I wasn't sure
    whether I should put my sweats back on or not. Even if I did, she'd
    still see several inches of my diapers as they were pinned up to my
    shirt. At this point I decided hell with it since she already knew that
    I wore diapers anyway. The doorbell rang a third time just as I opened
    the door.
    	"Hello," I said to Miranda. Her face was still scraped up in a
    couple places. She started giggling when she saw that I was wearing
    only my diapers and my shirt, to say nothing of the fact that I had
    over a hundred diaper pins stuck into them.
    	"Are Cody and Jordan here?" she asked, unable to make eye contact
    as she was staring at my bulging diapered front.
    	"Uh, yeah, they are," I said, not sure whether or not to invite
    the girl in. I wasn't sure if Miranda knew that Cody and Jordan wore
    diapers. I decided to find out a little more before letting her come
    in.
    	"Have you ever played with them before?" I asked Miranda.
    	"Just at school," she said. "My Mom said that their Mom said I
    could come over now."
    	"Okay," I said, having just read the note. With Cody and Jordan
    having to hide in their room, I had to stall Miranda for as long as I
    could so that the boys could try to get their diapers stripped down to
    a pants-wearing level.
    	"Is it all right if I come in?" Miranda asked me.
    	"Well, before I do, how well do you know Cody and Jordan?" I
    asked Miranda, thinking that perhaps she knew they wore diapers but had
    just never told her mother.
    	"I only see them at school, like in Mrs. Worthington's class and
    out on the playground when we have recess, and when we go eat lunch,
    too."
    	"Have you ever noticed anything different about them?" I asked
    Miranda.
    	"They're twins, but they don't look like they're twins, so yeah,
    they're different."
    	"No, I mean, like, do they not do certain things that other kids
    do, like..."
    	I was starting to dig myself in deeper as I was trying to get
    something out of Miranda to indicate her knowledge of Cody and Jordan
    wearing diapers without me having to mention it to her myself.
    	"Okay, have you ever seen them ask the teacher to go to the
    bathroom?" I asked Miranda.
    	"Yeah, but so does everybody else, but I bet you don't have to
    ever ask to go to the bathroom since you're in diapers, huh?"
    	"Nope, I never have to do that," I said with a smile. I thought
    that maybe this would have made her mention something, but she still
    didn't give me any clear indications. I also thought it was odd that
    they'd ask to go the bathroom, but then, they probably meant going to
    the nurse, so this question was pretty much invalid.
    	"Have you noticed anything about their clothes?"
    	"They wear overalls a lot," she said. "But there are other boys
    who wear them, and some girls wear them, too."
    	Strike two, think of another question, I thought to myself.
    	"Ever look at their butts?" I asked Miranda. This embarrassed her
    a little as I could see her face turn red. She then started giggling.
    	"I don't know," Miranda replied. "Why did you ask me that?"
    	"You ever look at boys' butts and then stop to think what boys
    look like in their underwear?" I asked her, knowing that she had no
    brothers.
    	"Well, I know what *you* look like in *your* underwear!" she
    said. "Your underwear is DIAPERS!"
    	"Yeah, it is, but have you ever seen other boys' underwear
    showing?"
    	"Yeah," she said. "I always see it showing while they're out
    playing on recess."
    	"And what's it look like?"
    	"Some of them have colors and cartoons, but some of them wear
    just white underwear, which looks kind of like yours, but it's not as
    big."
    	"Have you ever seen Cody's and Jordan's underwear before?" I
    asked Miranda. I could then see that she had pretty much figured out
    what I was getting at.
    	"I bet you Cody and Jordan wear diapers like you do, right?" She
    had a satisfied smile on her face.
    	"Yeah, they do," I said. "I wasn't sure if you knew or not."
    	Miranda then started giggling.
    	"They have to wear them," I told her.
    	"Why?" she asked, still laughing.
    	"Because they can't use toilets, either," I said. "It's a problem
    a lot of us boys have, you know."
    	"Then it makes me glad I'm a girl!" Miranda said. "Because I
    don't know any girls who wear diapers, except my cousin, and she's only
    a baby, and she'll probably be out of diapers soon."
    	"You're right," I said.
    	"So, can I come in?" Miranda asked.
    	I decided to let Miranda in since she now knew about the boys.
    	"Where are they?" she asked.
    	"You mean Cody and Jordan?"
    	"Yeah."
    	"They're in their room. Let me go check and see if they are ready
    yet."
    	I went down the hall while Miranda waited out in the front room.
    I opened the door and the two boys were trying in vain to take the pins
    out of their diapers. So far they had only gotten two or three each.
    	"So who is it?"
    	"It's Miranda," I said.
    	"Quick! We gotta get these diapers off so we can get some pants
    on!" Cody said.
    	"Don't worry about it," I said. "She already knows you wear
    diapers."
    	"She does?" Jordan asked me.
    	"Yeah, it's all right. Come on, she's waiting to see you."
    	"But we don't want her to see us in our diapers and tell
    everybody at school."
    	"I'll tell her not to tell anyone," I said.
    	"But what if she does?"
    	"Is it because she's a girl?" I asked the boys. "You let Jennie
    see you in diapers the other day when I took you to see Derek and
    Steven."
    	"But they wear diapers, too, and their sister already knows about
    it."
    	"Well, Miranda knows about it, too, so you might as well consider
    her as your sister," I said. Suddenly I felt someone's hand slapping my
    diapered butt. I turned around and saw that it was Miranda. She was
    giggling as she told me how big of a butt I had with my diapers on.
    	"Are they in there?" she asked.
    	"They are," I said. "They're a little shy about letting you see
    them."
    	"I wanna see! I wanna see!" she said while jumping up and down.
    She pushed the door open some more, causing me to lose my grip on the
    doorknob. With the door fully open now, she saw Cody and Jordan
    standing there wearing their massive diapers and their shirts.
    	"Hi!" she said, giggling at the sight of these two boys who wear
    diapered up just as much as I was.
    	"You're all wearing diapers! Is it because you're all boys?"
    	"Yes," I told her.
    	"She sees us!" Cody said. The two boys turned around, knowing
    that they couldn't hide.
    	"Now she sees your diapered butts!" I said.
    	"You boys look soooooo CUUUUUUTE in DIAPERS!" she said.
    	"Might as well give it up, guys," I said. "She's seen us all in
    diapers, so we might as well accept her being here."
    	"Just don't tell anyone at school, okay?" I told Miranda.
    	"I won't," she said.
    	"You promise?" I asked her.
    	"I promise," she said, though it was hard to trust a first-grader
    to keep a promise.
    	"What would you do if you broke that promise?" I asked her.
    	"I don't know," she said.
    	"When you make a promise you have to back it with something that
    you would hate to do if you break that promise."
    	"Uhhh, wear a diaper?" she said.
    	"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" I thought to myself. I would *never* let such
    a thing happen as to have a girl wear a diaper.
    	"Why not eat a whole can of spinach or something?" I suggested as
    an alternative.
    	"I like spinach," she said.
    	"Okay, how about give me all the money in your piggy bank?" I
    suggested.
    	"I've only got a few pennies that my uncle gave me in my piggy
    bank since I spent all my money on some Barbie dolls," she said. I
    figured it wouldn't bother her too much to part with a few pennies.
    	"Okay, how about run up and down the street naked?" I said,
    knowing that this was almost as extreme as wearing a diaper if you
    didn't want to wear diapers.
    	"I'd rather do that than wear diapers," she said. "I'd sure hate
    to have to wear diapers, especially those big thick ones you boys are
    all wearing. That's gotta be so gross and smelly, eww!"
    	As much as I hated to, it seemed that this was the only thing she
    would absolutely hate to do given all the alternatives. With this I
    told Miranda that this was what she would be held to if she snitched to
    anyone at school that Cody and Jordan wear diapers. Even if she did do
    this, I would break my own "promise" and not have her wear a diaper. I
    don't think I had anything to worry about, though.
    	"Okay guys, you heard her," I said. "Your diaper-wearing secret
    is safe with Miranda."
    	The boys agreed to this and they couldn't imagine Miranda or any
    other girl wanting to wear diapers. Having settled on this agreement
    (even though the terms of its violation would not be fulfilled in such
    an event) we went out to the kitchen to have our overdue milk and
    cookies. We sat around the table and Miranda asked us about our diapers
    and why only boys have problems that require them to wear diapers.
    	"Actually, it isn't that we *have* to wear diapers," I explained.
    "Well, we do now since we've worn them for so long, but we just like to
    wear diapers, which is why we wear them."
    	"You *like* to wear diapers?" Miranda asked us. "That's gotta be
    gross!"
    	"It is if isn't what you like to do," I said.
    	"Don't you guys hate being stinky all the time?" Miranda asked.
    "Every time I am around my cousin and her diaper is dirty she smells
    bad."
    	"That's natural," I said. "That's what potty training is for, and
    girls are usually quicker at it than boys, that is, if boys are potty
    trained at all."
    	"So how come if you wear diapers, then I don't see them showing?"
    Miranda asked Cody and Jordan.
    	"We wear smaller diapers to school," Cody explained. "That way
    nobody knows we're wearing them."
    	"So why are the diapers you have on now so big?" Miranda asked.
    "No wonder you can't wear any pants!"
    	"Because we like our diapers to be big and thick on our butts,
    and since we're where nobody else can see us, we can wear them. And we
    like wearing them so that they are so big that we have to wear just the
    diapers."
    	Miranda looked at us all like she was confused, unable to
    understand why we enjoyed such things.
    	"You'd have to be a boy to understand," I told Miranda.
    	"I guess so," she said. "It just makes me glad that I am a girl.
    But I still think your diapers make you all look cute! It's like you're
    a bunch of big babies!"
    	"Welcome to the club," I said.
    	"What club?" Miranda asked.
    	"It's just a saying, meaning that you agree with everyone. A lot
    of girls think the same things about us boys wearing diapers. They
    think we look cute in them, but they'd never want to wear them
    themselves."
    	Miranda then asked us about all the pins that we stuck into our
    diapers as they were fastened to our shirts.
    	"This is so we can't take them off," I told her. I then
    demonstrated this by trying to pull up on my shirt and then pull down
    on my diapers.
    	"See, I'm stuck in my diapers until someone changes me," I said.
    As expected, Miranda couldn't see the point of this, let alone the fact
    that we three boys all enjoyed wearing diapers so much in the first
    place.
    	After we finished eating cookies and drinking milk I set out the
    Twister mat. Miranda asked me what the mat was for and I told her about
    the Twister game. She thought it sounded fun to play, so after I told
    her how to play it she got out there on the mat with the boys. Having
    the camera with me, I took plenty of photos, the rest of the roll, in
    fact (28 out of 36 exposures). I knew Mom would make me pay for
    developing the pictures, but it was well worth it as I got lots of
    diaper shots of the boys playing alongside a non-diaper wearing girl.
    It wasn't long before Miranda found her nose pressed up against Cody's
    diapered butt. I was glad to have had one last exposure available for
    this shot.
    	"I just hope you don't fart," she said to Cody as she maintained
    her balance despite the convoluted position she was in.
    	"I think I am gonna fart," he said. "I think I'm about to poop!"
    	"Eww, don't, wait until we're done!" Miranda said. "I don't want
    to have to smell it."
    	"Just be glad he has all those thick diapers on," I told Miranda.
    	"Yeah, we could have just our disposables on, and they stink more
    after we poop in them because they're not as thick," Jordan said.
    	After a couple more plays, Miranda found herself staring at
    Jordan's diapered butt at very close range. At this moment he loaded
    his diapers, and he loaded them good as indicated by the prolonged wet,
    juicy fart that he was tooting out. Miranda then got up, knowing what
    had happened.
    	"I don't want to sniff your stinky butt!" she said.
    	"Well, then I guess you lose the game," I said, "since you
    forfeited."
    	"I what?" Miranda asked.
    	"Forfeited, it means you quit early and let the other guys win."
    	"I don't really think I like this game anyway," Miranda said.
    "Not if you have to stick your nose into someone's butt."
    	"Just think of what it would be like playing it with kids who
    don't wear diapers," I said. "Most kids don't poop their pants, but
    they all fart at some time or another."
    	"That's all you boys talk about is butts and farts and peeing and
    pooping and all those other gross and stinky, smelly things!" Miranda
    complained.
    	"Well, since we wear diapers, what did you expect us to talk
    about?"
    	"I don't know," Miranda said. "Now I know why I wasn't allowed
    over here. You guys are all weird!"
    	Miranda was getting ready to storm out of the house as she went
    over to the couch to grab her jacket.
    	"Where are you going?" I asked her.
    	"Home," she said. "I don't like the games you guys want to play."
    	"Okay, fine, we'll play something else," I suggested. "Something
    that doesn't involve poop or butts or farts or stinky things."
    	"I don't care," Miranda said. "I'm gonna tell everyone at school
    that you wear diapers, and if you think I'm gonna wear diapers for
    saying that, I'm not!"
    	"I wasn't going to really make you wear diapers, anyway," I said
    to Miranda. "I could never do that to a girl. Not in a
    novemtrigintillion years!" I said, having recently looked up a list of
    what they call really big numbers, this one being a one followed by 120
    zeroes. It was the biggest one listed, hence why I memorized it,
    looking for an opportunity to use this number at some point.
    	Miranda then left the house. I was concerned now that she was
    going to blab it all over school that Cody and Jordan wear diapers. I
    didn't want to look responsible for this somehow, and I didn't want to
    upset the boys and ultimately, their mother, and in the end I didn't
    want to lose my getting to babysit them. As I quickly ran all this
    through my mind, I told Cody and Jordan to put their shoes and jackets
    on and come with me.
    	"But we can't go outside like this in our diapers!" they said.
    	"I do it all the time! Besides, we have no choice!" I said. The
    two boys reluctantly came outside with me and we ran down the sidewalk
    to catch up with Miranda. By this time she was already going into her
    house.
    	"Someone's gonna see us!" Cody said.
    	"Your coat is covering most of your diapers," I told him.
    	"Not yours!" he said. "I can still see your big diaper butt!"
    	"Of course, you're down there where you can see it from a lower
    angle," I explained. I went up to the door and rang the doorbell.
    Elaine them came.
    	"Well, hello, boys," she said. She was already aware of what had
    happened, of course, so she asked me about it.
    	"What happened to upset Miranda so much?" she asked me.
    	"We were just playing Twister and she didn't like having to
    position herself so that the other boys had their diapers in her face,
    and then she got upset because we were talking about gross things."
    	"Gross things, like what?" Elaine asked.
    	"Well, pooping in our diapers," I answered honestly.
    	"I think you boys should apologize to my daughter for upsetting
    her," Elaine told us.
    	"That's what we came over for," I said.
    	"Don't you boys have anything decent to wear?" Elaine asked when
    she saw that we had no pants on upon unzipping our jackets, as if our
    bare legs didn't already indicate this.
    	"Nothing that will fit over these diapers," I said.
    	"I'm surprised that you all came over here dressed like that, if
    you can call wearing just diapers 'dressed. It's not a big secret to
    anyone now, now that Sue has told me why her two boys didn't want
    anyone to come visit."
    	"So where is Miranda?"
    	"In her room," Elaine said. "Just wait here and I will get her."
    	We stood at the end of the hall and watched as Elaine knocked on
    Miranda's bedroom door.
    	"Miranda, someone wants to talk to you here," Elaine said. I
    couldn't make out what Miranda said, but I had a feeling it was to the
    effect of "tell them to go away."
    	"Now, quit pouting, young lady. I know they upset you, but that's
    what they came to talk to you about."
    	Miranda then came out of her room. She had a scowl on her face,
    apparently disappointed that having waited all this time to get to see
    Cody and Jordan outside of school ended up with her having to find out
    what diaper freaks some of us boys really are.
    	"I'm sorry about grossing you out, Miranda," I said to her.
    	"I'm sorry, too," Cody said.
    	"So am I," Jordan added.
    	"There, Miranda, they apologized, and they did it in a sincere
    manner. Now, can you forgive them?"
    	"I guess," she said.
    	"You want to come back over and play some other games with us?" I
    asked Miranda.
    	"Actually, Chris, she had a hard day yesterday and she had a hard
    day today. Kids at school were calling her names for the cuts and
    bruises on her face, so she needs some time alone."
    	"That's cool," I said. "I mean, she can come over tomorrow if she
    wants to."
    	At this point Elaine went back into the kitchen, seeing that we
    had settled things and we were friends again.
    	"I won't tell anyone about you wearing diapers," Miranda said to
    Cody and Jordan. "But I do want to know if I can change my promise to
    something else."
    	"You mean, if you break your promise you want to agree to do
    something else?" I asked Miranda if this was what she meant.
    	"Yeah," she said. "I just couldn't ever wear diapers, even if
    someone made me."
    	"I couldn't do that to you, either," I said. "What do you want to
    do instead if you break your promise?"
    	"You can all fart and poop in my face with your diapers on if I
    tell anyone," Miranda said.
    	"I think we can handle that one," I said. I told Elaine that we
    were leaving and I thanked her for allowing us to settle matters with
    Miranda. I got the boys back to their house. We had about forty-five
    minutes or so before Sue was expected to get home.
    	What games do you guys have?" I asked Cody and Jordan. They told
    me to look in the hall closet, so when I got there I looked at the
    choices that were available: Boggle, Candyland, Chutes and Ladders,
    Don't Break the Ice, and several others. We agreed on Candyland and we
    played this for awhile. Without Miranda there, we could once again talk
    freely about poopy, stinky diapers, the way only we diaper boys could.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 163
    ----------------------------

    	I normally didn't watch the 6:00 news, or the 10:00 news for that
    matter, but tonight's top story would certainly be of interest to me.
    While waiting for Sue to come home I turned on their TV and the boys
    watched it with me so they could see what happened at my school today.
    The anchorman came on and pretty much reported the same thing I had
    seen earlier this afternoon. The only new details that were reported
    were that the investigation had just been concluded and the rest of the
    building was determined to be free of danger and classes would resume
    tomorrow (damn).
    	The other new information was that the suspect's motive was
    determined. They didn't show his face or reveal his name because he's a
    minor. According to the news report, he didn't think that planting a
    fake bomb would have led to what happened today. He just wanted to "get
    even with a teacher and a kid I don't like for getting me in trouble",
    as he had been quoted.
    	Sue came home a few minutes later. When she came in the door she
    saw me and her two boys sitting in front of the TV, likely enjoying the
    sight of three heavily diapered bottoms accompanied by bare, slender
    boys' legs, side by side planted on the floor. Just as the report about
    the incident at school was ending, Sue asked me several questions about
    what had happened. I assured her that I was okay, even though I was
    feeling uneasy knowing that someone hated me enough to go to such
    trouble to tell me that he doesn't like me. Who knows, next time he may
    be serious enough to pull "the real thing" on me. No diapers anywhere
    on earth were thick enough to protect me from such bombs.
    	Sue then examined the way all three of us had our shirts pinned
    solidly to our diapers. She knelt down and ran her finger along the
    back of Cody's diapers and then Jordan's, her fingernail clicking as it
    ran over each pin, and then laughed a little.
    	"What's with all the pins?" Sue asked. "Afraid your diapers might
    fall off? As heavy as they look, I'm surprised they don't sag under
    their own weight!"
    	"We can't take our diapers off this way," Cody said as he stood
    up and then demonstrated by trying in vain to remove his diapers. He
    tried with all his might to pull his diapers down, but all this was
    doing was stretching the neck of his shirt out.
    	"Careful, Cody, hon, you don't want to rip your shirt," Sue said
    to the little blonde tyke. "Your stretching the neck of your shirt,
    too."
    	"It won't rip," I assured Sue. I then pointed out how I had
    rolled up their shirttails before sticking all the pins in.
    	"See how I folded up their shirts, that way it reinforces the
    hold between the shirt and the diapers?"
    	"Okay, I see you had a lot of fun with this, but I can't help but
    wonder why you boys all did this to your diapers," Sue said.
    	"It's so we can't take our diapers off," I said, repeating Cody's
    explanation. "We like to feel like we're, you know, 'locked' into our
    diapers."
    	"I thought maybe it was to keep your diapers up high and tight,"
    Sue said.
    	"Well, that, too," I added. "That's how we like our diapers."
    	"I was going to suggest getting some onesies if that's the case.
    Do you ever use onesies?" Sue asked me.
    	"Nah," I said. "They cover up the diapers, and I like the diapers
    to be fully showing."
    	"I figured as much," Sue replied, satisfied that she pretty much
    already knew the answer, knowing how much her two boys and I all loved
    to let our diapers show. I figured that I had better get going back
    home at this point. Sue asked me if I was going to ride home with my
    diapers showing so much since my sweat pants would not go up over the
    top of my diapers.
    	"Of course," I said. "This was how I was when I came over."
    	"Who pinned up your diapers then?" Sue asked me.
    	"Jennie, the girl who lives next door to me," I said. "She does
    this to her brothers' diapers all the time."
    	"Ahh, so I see," Sue said as she nodded. "I thought maybe you got
    Cody and Jordan to do that for you."
    	"They did add some more pins to the ones Jennie already put in,"
    I explained. "You don't mind that I did that to your boys' diapers, do
    you?" I asked.
    	"Nahh, it's all right," Sue said. "It'll take me longer to
    undiaper them before they take their baths tonight, but I don't mind,"
    Sue replied. "Actually, it looks really cute, and as long as my boys
    say it's okay, then it's okay with me."
    	"You're a really cool mom, you know that, Sue?" Sue just smiled
    at me. Sue knew that as much as I loved my own mother, she also knew
    that I wish my mother had been more like her.
    	"Hey Mom! Can you start diapering us like this from now on?"
    Jordan asked his mother.
    	"Yeah, we want our diapers to be pinned up to our shirts like
    this all the time!" Cody added. "We like how it feels and so we can't
    get our diapers off!"
    	"Well, as long as it doesn't take too much time, boys," Sue
    replied. "But I don't think I am going to be using *quite* that many
    pins! You must have at least a hundred of them each!"
    	"It's about that amount," I said to Sue.
    	"I don't mind if you do this for the boys regularly, Chris, but I
    think you can cut back on the pins a little," Sue said. "Maybe a couple
    dozen or so at the most. And also have them wear their bedtime shirts.
    I don't want to see their good shirts get ruined."
    	"Sounds good," I agreed with Sue's request as I left their house
    and headed for home. As I left I was feeling uneasy about Hugh chasing
    me down again, so I went the long way around. I made it home safely
    enough and never saw any signs of Hugh. After I came in the house I
    went into my bedroom, having already taken my sweats off. I opened the
    door, and before I had a chance to turn the light on, Cindy came out
    from behind my door. She shouted "KA-BOOM!!!" For added effect she was
    holding a container of my baby powder, which she squeezed to send "fake
    smoke" into the air.
    	"Holy shit!" I exclaimed loudly before thinking about my parents
    hearing me. I was clutching my chest, grabbing what I could of my shirt
    as there was very little slack because of the way my diapers were
    pinned to my shirt. Cindy was laughing.
    	"Dammit, Cindy! That's not funny!" I yelled at her.
    	"Oh come on, Chris!" Cindy said while patting my hand that was
    still clenching my shirt. "It's over now, you didn't get blown up, so
    we can all laugh about it now."
    	"You scared the shit out of me!" I said.
    	"What do you care if I did? At least your diapers caught it!"
    Cindy quipped.
    	"No, I mean, ahh, never mind," I said as I tossed my sweat pants
    over to the corner and then set my bag down next to my desk. Since
    dinner was about ready I went into the bathroom to wash my hands. Cindy
    came in behind me. She ran her hand along the solid row of safety pins
    around me.
    	"So how are those diapers holding up?" Cindy asked me. "Get it,
    'holding up?'"
    	"Yeah, I get it," I said, though I wasn't laughing, except
    sarcastically. I made no eye contact with her, either.
    	"I thought you'd laugh at that one," Cindy said as she patted my
    diapered butt.
    	"I'm not in a laughing mood," I said as I lathered up my hands.
    "Someone actually hates me enough to even think about wanting to blow
    me away with some bomb. How can I laugh at something like that?"
    	"Sorry, Chris," Cindy apologized, and I think she meant it. "I
    guess I didn't think about how serious this really is for you, since
    you seem to have been the target of this."
    	"I guess I'll forgive you," I said to Cindy. Cindy finished
    washing as by this time I was drying my hands and ready to join the
    rest of the family at the dinner table.
    	"So Chris, there was some excitement at your school today," Dad
    said as he carved into the roast beef.
    	"Yeah, you could say that," I said.
    	"Do you know who did it?" Dad asked me.
    	"I have a pretty good idea," I said.
    	"Chris, I think the time has come that you need to be taken out
    of that P.E. class," Mom said. "If this latest incident doesn't
    convince them that you shouldn't be in that class, I don't know what
    will."
    	"Did you talk to anyone at the school today?" I asked Mom.
    	"I tried to, but I couldn't get through most of the time, and
    when I did, I got put on hold for twenty minutes while on company time
    listening to elevator music. Then I stopped by the school after work,
    but they were still investigating and they wouldn't even let me onto
    the parking lot."
    	"You know, Chris, if you weren't into diapers so much, this might
    not have happened," Lisa said.
    	"Well, at least nobody got hurt," Mom remarked. "So did anything
    else happen?" she asked me.
    	"Yeah, I got my wallet stolen, so did Tony and some other kids,
    but they recovered them from the guy who stole them."
    	"So did you get it back?" Mom asked me.
    	"No, we have to go to the police station where I have to identify
    it so that I can pick it up."
    	"Did you have much money in it?" Dad asked me.
    	"I have quite a bit left over from when I was paid last week for
    babysitting, maybe forty dollars or so," I replied.
    	"Well, just because they got your wallet back doesn't mean the
    cash will necessarily still be in it," Dad said.
    	"Can we go get it tonight?" I asked Mom.
    	"I don't know, Chris, I'm tired," Mom said. "We can get it
    tomorrow."
    	"But I'd like to get it tonight," I said. "It has my D.B.A. club
    membership card in it."
    	"Oooh, that's really important," Lisa said sarcastically.
    	"Well, to me is, all right?" I snapped at Lisa.
    	"It's not like you need any I.D. to prove that you're a diaper
    boy," Lisa said. "Your butt is good enough for that."
    	"No, but that card means a lot to me," I said. "Kind of like
    Linus and his blanket."
    	"Chris, did it ever occur to you that since unless you are at
    school or some other place where you have to wear pants because they
    expect you to-- otherwise you'd probably never wear pants at all-- that
    since you are always in just your diapers the rest of the time, and
    that your diapers have no pockets on them, you hardly ever have your
    wallet on you? I mean, I don't see how you'd carry your card around in
    your diapers," Lisa remarked.
    	"It's not that I need it on me, I just like knowing that's it's
    there, close by."
    	"Whatever," Lisa said as she resumed eating.
    	"It'd be about like you losing your purse," I said to Lisa.
    	"That's different," Lisa said.
    	"How's that?" I asked.
    	"You'd have to be a girl to understand, Chris," Lisa said.
    	"I think I understand anyway," I replied. "But at least you don't
    have to use big, huge thick diapers for your, uhh, 'situation' like I
    do for mine, and mine occurs several times a day, too, not just once a
    month, and mine produces a lot more than yours does, and--"
    	"Chris, please, we're at the dinner table," Mom said, implying
    that I shouldn't talk about feminine hygiene products or the reasons
    why they are used.
    	"For Chrysler's sake," I sighed.
    	"Chris, don't say that, all right?" My dad scolded me.
    	"What? I said 'Chrysler', you know, the car? Geez-- and I said
    'geez', by the way, too, just so you know."
    	"Let's not discuss this, let's just eat," my dad said.
    	"Can we go down there to the police station tonight and get my
    wallet?" I asked Mom again.
    	"I told you I'm tired, Chris," Mom said.
    	"Maybe Lisa can run me down there," I suggested.
    	"I got homework," Lisa answered tersely, before I even finished
    my sentence.
    	"So do I," I replied. "Join the club."
    	"I'm not going to the police station," Lisa said.
    	"Fine," I sighed as I slumped in my chair before my Mom told me
    to sit up straight and finish my dinner before it got cold. I decided
    to call Tony after dinner to find out if his Mom was going to take him.
    I finished up my mashed potatoes and put my plate in the sink. I then
    grabbed the cordless phone and sat down in front of the TV while I
    dialed Tony. Kara answered and when I asked for Tony she said he was
    out in the car waiting for her and their mother. Kara had sat the phone
    down before I had a chance to ask where they were going.
    	As I had a hard-on, I was busy rubbing the bulging crotch of my
    huge diapers and playing with the pins stuck into my shirt while
    waiting for Tony to get to the phone. When he came back into the house
    I asked him where they were headed.
    	"We're going down to the police station so I can get my wallet
    back," Tony said. "What did you need?"
    	"Actually, that's what I was calling you about. I wanted my Mom
    to take me, but she said she was too tired, so I was hoping that maybe
    I could go with you."
    	"How did you know we were going?" Tony asked me.
    	"I didn't, I was calling to find out if you by any chance were
    going."
    	"We are," Tony said.
    	"Do you think your mom could come pick me up?"
    	"I'm sure she won't mind, let me ask her...-- yeah, but we're
    leaving right this instant, so be ready."
    	"See you in a few minutes," I told Tony as I hung up the phone. I
    then grabbed my sweat pants and brought them out to the living room
    with me. When I put them on Mom asked me where I was going. She knew
    I'd have never put anything on over my diapers otherwise. I didn't even
    explain to Mom or Dad that Tony's Mom was going to pick me up in a few
    minutes. They thought I could let it wait, but I had to have that card
    within my possession.
    	"You'd better come up with something quick to go over those
    diapers, especially with the way you're wearing them right now," Mom
    said. "Who did that to you anyway?"
    	"Jennie," I replied, explaining how she came over this afternoon
    because she didn't want to be in her house alone.
    	"Well, put a jacket on or something," Mom said after seeing that
    my sweat pants left so much of my pinned-up, pulled-up diapers showing.
    Just as Tony's Mom pulled up I grabbed my jacket and headed out the
    door.
    	I was feeling nervous about going to the police station. Being
    the innocent, trouble-free boy that I am (as far as the law was
    concerned, my parents was another matter), I had never been to this
    place before, and I sure as hell hoped that I would never have to see
    it from the jail cell side. Tony and I were both feeling shaken just
    from knowing that someone would want to even think about killing us
    with a bomb, even if the bomb itself wasn't real.
    	When we arrived at the police station we were greeted at the
    entrance by a security guard and a metal detector, just like what they
    use at the airport. Tony's mom had her purse scanned through the X-ray.
    She passed through as did Kara and Tony. I followed right behind them.
    I thought nothing of the possibility of setting the alarm off as I
    passed through the metal detector, but as I did-- BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
    BEEP! BEEP! Off it went blaring ever so gratingly, as if I were trying
    to pack in an entire arsenal of automatic weapons.
    	"Step back behind this line, sir," the guard told me in a cold,
    uninflected tone as he pointed to the floor. I was told to empty out my
    pockets, but I had nothing in them, certainly not my wallet. Once it
    was determined that I had no other articles on me they told me to
    remove my jacket. I was hesitant at first, but I didn't want to arouse
    suspicion by refusing to do so. As I removed my jacket the guard could
    plainly see what was causing the metal detector to go off.
    	"That's a funny way to pin your diapers," the guard said. "Step
    aside."
    	I stood off to the side as other people came into the building
    and were forced to wait until the guard was done checking me over. A
    couple of kids looked at me strangely as they noticed my diapers
    bulging out from around my waist. The guard then ran a wand all around
    me. It only triggered when he ran it close to the ring of diaper pins
    around my waist and when he ran it along my sides. Beneath my plastic
    pants he could see that there were more diaper pins. He then ran the
    wand around other areas of my body. He determined that I wasn't some
    terrorist trying to sneak explosives into the police station using my
    diapers as a cover, so he just said, "take your jacket sir" as he
    handed it to me. "Next."
    	Man, that was embarrassing. Showing off my extreme diapers to
    neighborhood kids and kids at school was one thing, but to a security
    guard it was no fun.
    	"You probably shouldn't have come in here like that," Tony's
    mother said to me.
    	"I didn't have time to change by the time you showed up," I
    explained to her. "I didn't think they'd make us go through a metal
    detector. I mean, it's not like I've ever been to a police station
    before."
    	"You're lucky," Tony's Mom told me.
    	"Last time I was here was when we had to bail my Dad out of jail
    after he got a DUI," Tony said to me in a somber tone. He rarely talked
    about his dad and I didn't ask him about his dad much, either. With
    incidents like that I could see why. We walked through the lobby and
    went up to the receptionist. Just like the security guard, she was
    brimming with shining enthusiasm to greet us-- NOT!
    	"What can I help you with?" she asked without even making eye
    contact.
    	"My son and his friend are here to claim their wallets, which
    were stolen," Tony's mother explained.
    	"What is your name, ma'am?" the receptionist asked Tony's mom.
    	"Sandy Simmons," she said.
    	"Have a seat, Officer Turner will be with you in a moment," the
    lady said curtly as she pointed to a group of benches over by the wall.
    	We walked over there and sat down. While waiting, the lady behind
    us and her two kids, a boy who looked to be about seven and a girl who
    looked to be four, were in tow. The lady had a black eye and she was
    crying. She explained to the receptionist that she wanted to press
    charges against her abusive, drunken husband. Her kids started crying,
    too after their mother went into a fit of swearing. The receptionist
    had to calm the lady down and assure her that someone would be out to
    talk to her. I felt a knot in my stomach as I witnessed a sampling of
    what probably went in on this place all day long every day. No wonder
    the people who worked here were so crabby.
    	While we continued to sit there and wait I looked at the boy and
    the girl. Fortunately the girl appeared to not be wearing any diapers,
    but unfortunately, neither was the boy. The time seemed to drag. The
    lady and her kids were taken care of before we were, probably since
    lost-and- found claims weren't as high of a priority as beaten wives as
    far as the police were concerned. While still waiting I had read two
    pamphlets to help parents talk to their kids about drugs as well as a
    pamphlet for the kids themselves. Twenty minutes later we were finally
    greeted by Officer Turner.
    	"Are you Sandy Simmons?" the tall, imposing, muscular man in
    uniform asked Tony's mother. After she replied, we were directed down a
    long hallway and into another room. The officer asked Tony and I our
    names. He wrote this information down. Next he asked us to identify our
    wallets.
    	"It was dark blue with green trim with a Seattle Mariners logo on
    it; my uncle from Seattle gave it to me one time."
    	"Can you describe the contents of the wallet?" the officer asked
    me.
    	"Well, it had about $40 in it, don't know if it does now since
    the guy who tried to steal it may have gotten a hold of the money."
    	"Anything else?" Officer Turner asked.
    	"Well, yeah, it had a couple cards in it, too," I added. I didn't
    want to have to tell the police officer everything, but he apparently
    needed these details in order to confirm that the wallet was indeed
    mine.
    	"What are these cards?" he asked.
    	"One of them was a student I.D. card with my name on it, Chris
    Barrett, and then there's a card in there that says 'Permit to Fart
    Anywhere, Anytime", and then there's one that says "Diaper Boys of
    America." I could only wonder what the policeman must have thought when
    I told him about that last one. Kara giggled when I mentioned the "fart
    permit" card. The policeman just nodded and then proceeded to ask Tony
    the same questions. Tony gave the officer almost the same answers since
    he also had a "fart permit" card as well as the "Diaper Boys of
    America" card.
    	We waited in the cold, plain room while the officer went into
    another room. All we could do was sit there and listen to the
    fluorescent lights humming and the occasional distant telephone
    ringing.
    	"This place makes me uneasy," I said. Tony agreed.
    	"At least we'll get to leave in a few minutes," Tony's mom said.
    "Think of what it's like for the guys back in the jail."
    	Officer Turner emerged from the room with the two wallets, each
    sealed in a plastic bag with the contents outside of the bag. He handed
    the Mariners wallet to me and Tony received his, which was plain black.
    	"Thank you, sir," Tony's mother told the officer. He then
    escorted us back out of the room and back up the hallway. On the way
    out I asked him if he knew who placed the fake bomb at the school
    today.
    	"I cannot discuss that, sir," the policeman stated bluntly.
    	"So is there anything you can tell me?" I asked him.
    	"Nope, I am not even handling that case, and even if I were, I
    still could not divulge any details."
    	"Okay, well, thanks for getting my wallet for me," I told him.
    	"Have a good night, folks, please drive safely," he told us as he
    led us back out into the lobby.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 164
    ----------------------------

    	For the most part everything seemed to be pretty much back to
    business as usual at school the day after the fake bomb scare. A few
    people, especially myself, were somewhat leery about opening their
    lockers and fearing that they would either see a bomb-- perhaps a real
    one-- in their lockers, or have something blow up in their faces.
    Fortunately my locker was safe, containing only my books, school
    supplies, and of course, an ample supply of diapers. A lot of people
    talked about yesterday's incident, and a few kids even blamed me for it
    since I was the one who supposedly incited the situation by going
    around wearing diapers. I'm thinking, 'yeah, right."
    	I was dreading fourth period, not because I was afraid of seeing
    another bomb-looking device in my locker, but because of how Mr. Brown
    might start treating me and the other diaper boys after what had
    happened yesterday. It turned out that Mr. Brown wasn't even there.
    Instead a substitute teacher, Mr. Lowry, was filling in. Mr. Lowry
    looked to be in his fifties. He seemed to have a mild disposition.
    Unlike Mr. Brown, Mr. Lowry was much calmer and he didn't run the class
    as if he were a drill sergeant. He was brought in from one of the other
    middle schools. I had a good feeling there were a few diaper boys in
    his P.E. classes since he didn't seem to be too surprised when he saw
    several of us boys wearing diapers on our butts and taking poop-filled
    diapers off. He didn't holler for us to hurry up. How I wished he could
    take Mr. Brown's place, for good, that is.
    	Mr. Lowry led us out to the field and told us to take our
    formation just like Mr. Brown did. He conducted the role call and then
    went into the warm-up exercises. A few kids asked where Mr. Brown was,
    Mr. Lowry just simply stated that he needed to take the day off.
    	"Was it because of what happened yesterday?" one kid asked.
    	"I do not know," Mr. Lowry answered plainly as he shook his head.
    Nobody asked Mr. Lowry any further questions and he got right down to
    business. I was expecting the day to consist of playing more football,
    but Mr. Lowry surprised us and told us that we would be playing soccer
    instead. Now soccer, I understood. Mr. Lowry, however, was kind enough
    to make sure we all knew about the game before assuming that we all
    did.
    	"I betcha the diaper dweebs don't know anything about soccer!"
    Shane said.
    	"Shut up, you asshole, we do, too," I mumbled quietly to myself.
    	"Who said that?" Mr. Lowry asked. I thought he may have heard me
    mumbling, as quiet as I was, but he was referring to Shane's remark
    instead. At first nobody said anything, but then Mr. Lowry told us that
    we would run laps for the rest of the class until the person 'fessed
    up.
    	"I did, sir," Shane admitted.
    	"I don't allow hazing or name-calling in any of my classes, so I
    want to make that clear to everyone right now," Mr. Lowry said in his
    most stern voice yet.
    	"I just called them diaper dweebs, I mean, that's what they are,"
    Shane contested.
    	"I don't care, I don't want it in my class," Mr. Lowry reiterated
    calmly, but sternly.
    	"They wear diapers like a bunch of babies, you gotta call them
    something!"
    	"Look, I have had just about enough of you," Mr. Lowry warned,
    his patience quickly waning with the obnoxious red-head.
    	"You're not our real teacher, why should I care?" Shane stated
    defiantly.
    	"All right, that's it," Mr. Lowry said. He told Greg, the
    assistant coach, to escort Shane to the principal's office. With Shane
    out of the way, Mr. Lowry proceeded with conducting the class. He
    divided us into two separate teams. Jay and I wound up on one team
    while Tony was on the other team along with Jimmy. Marcus was on our
    team, unfortunately.
    	"Okay, Jay, you be the goalie," said Marcus, seeming to have
    become the self-appointed team captain. Jay just went ahead and took
    his spot at the goal line. Mr. Lowry then blew his whistle and told us
    to begin. I enjoyed getting to play a game I actually understood. I
    kicked the ball towards Tony, who returned it to me. I then kicked it
    again, sending it past two other boys and into the goal.
    	"Nice job, Chris!" a couple of classmates congratulated me,
    though I wasn't really so sure how sincere they were about it.
    	"Maybe diaper boys don't suck so much after all," Marcus
    commented. "They still suck, though."
    	"They suck baby bottles," another kid quipped. "Don't you?" he
    said again. He got on the ground and started kicking his legs around,
    acting like he was holding a bottle in his hands. He then started
    going, "goo-goo, ga-ga, wah wah! Mommy, mommy, come change me! My
    DIAPER is WET AND POO-PY!!! WAHHHH!!!"
    	"Actually, I do suck on a baby bottle," I told him.
    	"I wonder what else he sucks on," another kid quipped. Mr. Lowry
    noticed that there was no activity going on among us. He came over and
    asked what was going on.
    	"Nothing, sir," said the kid who was mocking me. He was brushing
    the grass of his shirt as he got back up from playing his little baby
    charade.
    	"You guys weren't playing a moment ago and I want to know why,"
    Mr. Lowry demanded in a calm, but firm voice.
    	"We were just talking about that awesome goal Chris just made,"
    one of the kids said.
    	"That's great, but you can discuss your victories afterwards. Now
    get back to playing!" Mr. Lowe ordered everyone.
    	A minute or so after the action resumed I approached Mr. Lowry to
    tell him what had really happened.
    	"I figured as much," he said, sounding very understanding. "I saw
    it going on before I approached all of you. The kids do stuff like that
    in my classes, too."
    	"So, you have kids who wear diapers in your classes, too?" I
    asked Mr. Lowry.
    	"Oh yes," he said. "I've been a coach for the past twenty-six
    years," he said. "In all that time I have never had a school year
    without at least a few diaper-wearers in each grade. It's pretty
    common, actually. And I'm always harping on the other boys to not make
    fun of the ones who do."
    	"I just wanted to set the record straight, sir," I told Mr. Lowry
    when explaining why I approached him.
    	"I understand, it's all right," he said, assuring me that he was
    not upset at me. At this point I returned to the game and got in a
    couple more kicks. Jay had been doing a good job of holding off the
    other team from making goals, that is, until Tony kicked one right
    between his legs."
    	"Jay, you let that one go!" Marcus accused him.
    	"No I didn't," he said.
    	"You did, too!" Marcus countered. "You did it because he's one of
    your DIA-PER BUD-DEEZ!" Marcus mocked Jay by patting himself on the
    butt, suggesting the presence of a thick diaper that wasn't there.
    	"It went between my legs!" Jay said defensively.
    	"Maybe if you didn't wear so much UNDERWEAR you could probably
    close your legs a little closer!" Marcus said.
    	"I tried to stop it! Really, I did!" Jay defended.
    	"Hey Jay, maybe next time you can lay your poopy underwear in
    front of the goal, that way the ball will get stuck in it!" another kid
    said.
    	Jay was getting tired of the comments and so was I. Mr. Lowry saw
    it, too. He blew his whistle and called everyone over to him.
    	"I can see that there is some harassing going on because some of
    us have to wear protective undergarments," Mr. Lowry stated.
    	"Do you mean DIAPERS, Mr. Lowry?" came one kid's reply.
    	"Yes, I do," he said. "It doesn't matter what you call them,
    because I don't want to hear anyone around here talk about them!" Mr.
    Lowry stated plainly. He then sent us back out to play for the
    remaining ten minutes or so before we went back to the showers.
    	The rest of the day went okay. I updated Megan and Angela on the
    latest happenings, including last night's visit to the police station
    and having Mr. Lowry substituting for Mr. Brown today. Angela told me
    how much better her brother Todd liked Mr. Lowry.
    	"I'm gonna tell you a little secret," Angela said to me. She then
    directed me to come closer. She then whispered into my ear:
    	"Mr. Lowry wears diapers, too."
    	"Really?" I said.
    	"You don't know that, okay?" Angela stated plainly.
    	"Gotcha," I said. As I returned to working on my project I got to
    thinking that this was why Mr. Lowry was so understanding and was quick
    to defend those of us who wear diapers. God, I could only hope that
    Phil Brown would be fired now and be replaced with Mr. Lowry.
    	After school I went to Cody's and Jordan's house and played some
    more Twister with them. Miranda came over to join us, but she sat out
    the Twister games knowing that Cody's and Jordan's butts would likely
    be strongly smelling of poop, which they were. The rest of that
    Wednesday afternoon and the evening went without much incident, as did
    most of Thursday. Again we had Mr. Lowry, who had us play soccer again.
    During art class I asked Angela how she knew about Mr. Lowry. I was
    discreet about it and avoided using the word "diaper", but Angela knew
    what I meant.
    	"One time at a football game we were playing against the other
    school, some kids went up behind Todd and yanked his pants down on him
    and everyone saw his you-know-what. Mr. Lowry reprimanded the kids
    since Mr. Brown didn't seem to care. He talked to Todd about it, and
    that's when he told Todd."
    	"Ahh, I see," I said as I nodded.
    	"I told Tony, but other than that, nobody else knows," I said.
    	"That's good," Angela said. We then went back to working on our
    projects.
    	It was Thursday evening, and the last day of September. I had
    come home from Cody's and Jordan's house and had eaten supper. I was in
    my bedroom doing homework when I heard the doorbell ring. A moment
    later Lisa came down the hall and told me that someone was here to see
    me. I thought this was rather unusual since anyone who came to see me
    would just come right into my bedroom. I figured it had to either be
    Tony or Derek since they lived the closest and it was getting too dark
    outside for anyone who lived farther way to come visit.
    	"You might want to slip your sweats on over your diapers," Lisa
    advised me. Now I was really puzzled. I knew for sure it couldn't have
    been Tony or Derek or any of the other diaper boys.
    	"Who is it?" I asked her.
    	"I don't know," Lisa said. "He just asked to speak to you."
    	"Okay, I'll be right there," I said. I wasn't about to put my
    sweatpants on. I figured whoever it was, if they knew me at all, they
    very likely knew that I wear diapers, so there was no point in covering
    up. I strutted down the hallway and into the living room in just my
    ultra-thick diapers and T-shirt when I went to the door. To my surprise
    it turned out to be Russ. Of all people, I didn't really want him to
    see me in my diapers, but it was too late now.
    	"Hey," he said as he stood there keeping himself warm with his
    Dallas Cowboys jacket.
    	"Uhh, hi," I said awkwardly, wondering what business he had
    coming to my house. For that matter, I wondered how the hell he learned
    where I lived. We both stared at each other. While Russ had seen me in
    my disposable diapers at school, he was probably surprised to see that
    at home I wore much bigger and much thicker cloth diapers.
    	"You probably weren't expecting to see my like this, huh?" I said
    as I put my hands over the front of my huge diapers, not that this
    really made any difference.
    	"I wasn't expecting you to be wearing such big diapers, but I
    probably shouldn't be surprised," he said.
    	"So, uhh, umm, well, I guess I'm wondering, well, why you're
    here?" I asked the tall kid.
    	"I came to talk to you about something," Russ said. "I needed to
    talk to one of you, either you or Tony or Jay, and your number was the
    only one I could find in the phone book that said where you live."
    	"Okay," I said. I was hesitant to do so, but I didn't want to
    just stand there leaving the door open letting the cold air in.
    	"Is it all right if I come in?" Russ asked me.
    	"Uh yeah, sure," I replied as I invited him into the house. I
    didn't want to let him into my bedroom, so instead we just sat down in
    the front room. Dad was out in the garage watching a football game
    while working on some kind of woodworking project. Cindy was watching
    Seinfeld and Lisa was in her bedroom. Mom was busy writing out
    something on the computer. I sat on the couch with my legs spread apart
    by my thick diapers while Russ took Dad's chair. I could tell that Russ
    was looking at my diapered crotch, but I'm sure he couldn't help but to
    notice it, given the magnitude of my diapers' bulge.
    	"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" I opened the dialog.
    	"First, I came to apologize," Russ said. He paused for a moment
    and said, "me and Hugh and Brent were the ones who put all those dirty
    diapers in Mr. Brown's car."
    	"Okay," I said, seeing that he seemed sincere. This was something
    I had pretty much known all along anyway, but I didn't say anything
    about this. I just said, "I can forgive you, I think. Your mom isn't
    making you do this, is she?"
    	"Well, in a way, yeah," Russ said while looking down at the
    floor. "But this was my idea, too. I was feeling guilty, after seeing
    what it led to."
    	"To be honest, Russ, I wouldn't have ever expected you to come
    over and apologize," I told him. I still couldn't get relaxed, since
    this was a guy I had always felt contempt for, and here was in my house
    sitting across from me while I was in just my diapers, as I always am.
    	"Well, a few weeks ago I didn't think I'd be sitting here saying
    sorry to you and your friends," Russ stated.
    	"So, can you tell me everything that's happened?" I asked Russ.
    	"Might as well," he said. "Mr. Brown got together with us after
    school one day-- me, Hugh and Brent-- and he asked us if we'd do him a
    favor. He told us he'd pay us fifty bucks each, and then he'd let us
    come over that weekend and drink beer with him. Of course we thought
    that was cool-- shit, free beer, man-- so we asked him what he wanted
    us to do. He told us to come over to his house and he'd explain the
    whole thing. So we all go over there and he lets us in his house. He
    gives all of us a pack of Depends. I'm going 'Whoa, wait a minute! What
    the fuck is this?' We we're wondering what was with the diapers. Mr.
    Brown told us that he wanted all of us to wear them and use them, you
    know, piss and shit in them, and then save them all up so that we could
    stick them all in his car and make it look like you guys did it, since
    you're the only ones who wear diapers. Well, things didn't work the way
    they were supposed to, since Mr. Brown planned it so shittily, and we
    ended up getting in trouble for it. I was going to be grounded until
    Thanks-fucking-giving because of this, but after my parents found out
    that Mr. Brown was bribing us, she said I could go off grounding if I
    came to apologize to you guys, so that's why I'm here now."
    	At this point my Mom came over to us. She looked at Russ
    strangely and asked me who he was.
    	"Just a guy I know from school," I said.
    	"You have homework to do still, don't you?" she nagged.
    	"Yes, I do, Mom, I'm just about done with it," I said, rolling my
    eyes. Mom just nodded and picked up a couple magazines from the coffee
    table.
    	"Uhh, Russ, can I please ask you not to swear?" I requested after
    seeing how Mom looked at him.
    	"Oh yeah, dude, sorry about that," he said. He then continued the
    story.
    	"Anyway, Mr. Brown was pissed, I mean mad at us, because it
    didn't go right, and we were mad at Mr. Brown for getting us in
    trouble. We were also mad at him because he didn't let us come over and
    drink beer like he had promised, saying that because the plan
    backfired, we didn't deserve it, and then he tried to make us give our
    fifty bucks back. I told him he was S.O.L. Anyway, we all got together
    last weekend like in the middle of the night when we all had to sneak
    out and meet someplace. Hugh and Brent were talking about all sorts of
    shi-i-eeuuughh-stuff, like beating you and Tony and that other kid Jay
    up, spray-painting your houses, nasty stuff like that. At first I
    thought it was cool, but then I decided not to do it. It just wasn't
    worth it to me. Brent and Hugh got mad at me and they said they don't
    want to be friends with me anymore because I want to be friends with
    the babies-- meaning you guys."
    	"Well, do you?" I asked Russ, albeit with some hesitation.
    	"Dude, I don't think I could hang around with you and Tony and
    your other diaper buddies, no way," Russ said. "Nothing personal, man,
    but I just don't want people thinking that I'm doing the diaper thing.
    I hope you understand."
    	"Yeah, I do," I said. I was actually relieved to hear this since
    Russ just wouldn't have been a good fit for our group anyway.
    	"I don't want to be like, sounding like I'm picking on you again,
    since that's that I came to apologize to you for, but I don't see how
    you can even stand to wear those diapers. I wore them just to go to the
    bathroom in them like Mr. Brown wanted us to do, and as soon as they
    were all wet and dirty I just had to take them off right away. It was
    like, gross and nasty, having shit all over my ass like that. I just
    don't know how you can sit there with all those diapers you got on now.
    I mean, Depends were bad enough. What do you got on now?"
    	I looked down at my crotch and examined the many thick, white
    layers packed tightly in between my legs.
    	"Let's see, a couple of Thickies and maybe a dozen or so other
    diapers," I said. "I know, it's awfully thick, huh?"
    	"You're way gone on this diaper thing," Russ said.
    	"Seems like it, doesn't it?" I said. "People who don't understand
    why I wear diapers tend to think that."
    	You must have to wear them for a long time like that."
    	"I do, usually for several hours at a time before my sisters
    change me," I said.
    	"Your sisters change you?" Russ asked me. "That sounds kind of
    kinky and perverted."
    	"They've been doing it for years," I said. "Cindy over there is
    the one who usually changes me, isn't that right, Cindy?"
    	Cindy just nodded her head and said, "I put fourteen other
    diapers on you tonight, by the way. When I counted them out I must have
    grabbed a couple extras and figured, hey, might as well use them."
    	Cindy then returned to her TV show and I returned to my
    conversation with Russ.
    	"So, this sort of thing has been going on for how long?"
    	"Four years as of November," I said. "I'm used to it."
    	"I was toilet trained for a reason," Russ said.
    	"I wish I never was," I said. "On the other hand, having once
    been toilet trained has helped me to appreciate diapers even more."
    	"Well, count me out man, sorry," Russ said.
    	"Hey, it's all right," I said. "I actually like having just a few
    kids at school wearing diapers with me." Russ then finished up his
    story.
    	"I told Hugh and Brent to F.O. after they wouldn't shut up about
    me not staying with them. So I've been talking to some other guy who
    knows Hugh and Brent, and he's still cool with me, so he's kept me up
    to date on things. He told me about the bomb they were gonna make. I
    thought they were going to use a real bomb."
    	"So what do you know about the bomb thing?" I asked Russ.
    	"Well, Hugh and Brent were both in on it, I know that," Russ
    said. "Hugh's the one who left those notes in your locker. He helped
    build the bomb, which didn't even have any explosives in it. It was
    just supposed to scare the shit, I mean, scare the crap out of you.
    They didn't think it would cause all the trouble that it did."
    	"So did they do it because of me, or Mr. Brown, or...?"
    	"Both," he said. "They figured it would be the best way to get
    back at you and Mr. Brown at the same time."
    	"Well, they got back at the whole school as it turned out," I
    commented.
    	"Yeah, I saw it all on the news," Russ said. "I'm glad they
    didn't involve me in that shit." At this point I figured there was no
    use in asking Russ to tone down his language again.
    	"So, uhh, can you tell me who did it? Who got arrested?"
    	"Yeah, but you gotta promise me not to tell *anyone!*" Russ said.
    	"Okay," I replied. "Can I even tell Tony?"
    	"You trust him?"
    	"Of course I trust him," I said. "We've been friends since
    kindergarten."
    	"Just don't let it get out at school," Russ said.
    	"I won't," I said. "You have my word. So who got busted?"
    	"It was Brent," Russ said in a quiet voice. Personally, I had my
    money on Hugh.
    	"What if someone found out?" I asked Russ.
    	"Hugh would kill me, I mean seriously, kill."
    	"Holy shit," I muttered to myself.
    	"That's the other thing I came to tell you," Russ said.
    	"What's that?" I asked.
    	"Watch out for Hugh, he's after you."
    	"I know," I said. "He tried to run me down the other day on his
    bike. He ended up slamming into this girl instead."
    	"I heard about that," Russ said. "Seriously, I think he wants to
    do some serious shit to you guys."
    	"Like, uhh, kill us?" I asked Russ, feeling alarmed now.
    	"If he's pushed to that point, possibly," Russ said. "But more
    likely he'd probably just try to run you down again, or maybe come by
    your house in the middle of the night."
    	"This is not good," I thought to myself as an unsettled feeling
    developed in my stomach.
    	"I'm just saying watch out for him," Russ said.
    	"I will, I appreciate the warning," I said. "Just wondering,
    though, why you decided to come over to tell me? I thought you hated me
    because I'm a diaper boy."
    	"Well, let me put it to you this way, Chris," Russ said. "I don't
    hate you, and I never really did hate you, really, honestly, I never
    hated you; you didn't do nothing wrong. I just thought you were weird,
    that's all, but I had to look cool to Hugh and Brent. You guys aren't
    that bad, really. That don't mean I want to be friends, though."
    	"That's all right," I said. "You're not on my shitlist anymore."
    	"I'll sleep better knowing that," Russ said, though I think he
    meant it as a sarcastic remark. "Even though I shouldn't care, I just
    don't want to see anything bad happen to you guys because of all this."
    	"Thanks," I told him again.
    	"Well, I'd better get back home before my parents ground me
    again," Russ said as he got up and went to the door. "See you at school
    on Monday."
    	After Russ left I picked up the phone and called Tony. I told him
    everything that Russ told me. Tony couldn't believe that Russ was at my
    house. Tony then suspected that Russ may have been playing a game and
    was still on the side of who he wanted us to believe were his former
    friends.
    	"Why do you think that?" I asked Tony.
    	"He might have been casing your place," Tony said in a cautious
    tone. "Now that he's been in your house, he'll know what's in there and
    what to steal."
    	"I think he was pretty sincere," I told Tony.
    	"Guys like that can be damn good liars, you know," Tony said. He
    then changed the subject and asked me, "Were you in just your diapers
    while talking to Russ?"
    	"What do you think?" I asked him.
    	"You were? Just your diapers?"
    	"Yeah, and I even pissed and shit in them while sitting there," I
    said. "Not that I can really control it anymore."
    	"Man, as much as I go around in just my diapers, I don't think I
    could just sit there in front of one of my worst enemies without
    putting some pants on."
    	"He doesn't consider us enemies, never really did," I said. "He
    just wanted Hugh and Russ to think that he did."
    	"You don't mean he's going to be a diaper boy like us, do you?"
    	"Oh no, shit no," I said. "He just wanted to apologize and warn
    us about Hugh."
    	Tony and I talked for a few more minutes. I was lying in my crib
    rubbing my diapered crotch with my one free hand when Mom came in to
    ask me if I was going to finish my homework.
    	"Yes, I will, Mom," I said.
    	"I gotta go," I told Tony. "Can you call Jay and Nathan and all
    the other guys and tell them for me?"
    	"Sure will," Tony said. "See you tomorrow."
    	I handed Mom the phone and got out of my crib.
    	"Who was that kid?" Mom asked me. I told her it was Russ and as
    quickly as I could I recapped the things he told me. I told Mom to let
    Dad know that Hugh may be threatening us, as a family. Mom seemed to
    think this was serious, so she went out to the garage to tell Dad what
    was going on. At this time I decided to finish up my homework. In a way
    I actually wished I had more homework to do since it kept my mind off
    of Hugh. Fortunately I found other diversions. I had some diaper photos
    that were recently taken of me, Tony and Jay. I spent awhile looking at
    these pictures, rubbing my diapers and bringing myself to ejaculation
    to ease my day's tensions.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 165
    ----------------------------

    	I came to school feeling tired on Friday. I had trouble sleeping
    the night before, worrying about Hugh coming over to sabotage me or my
    family. Dad had mentioned last night that tonight he and Mom would go
    shopping for a security light to mount in the driveway, one of those
    lights that goes on automatically whenever someone or something
    triggers it by movement. They also said they'd look into getting an
    alarm installed in the house. I figured this was great for while I am
    at home, but I was worried about what Hugh might do to me if he were
    stalking me.
    	I was feeling better about fourth period, thinking that Mr. Brown
    would be gone today, but much to my disappointment, he was back. At
    least I knew that we wouldn't be playing football today since Friday
    was the day on which we ran the mile, which I wasn't really looking
    forward to, either. Sure enough, I finished dead last right along with
    Jay and Tony.
    	"Hey, are you guys pooped?" one kid asked us. "Get it, POOPED?!"
    	"You wanna find out?" I asked him as I started to lower my shorts
    and show him my diaper, even though I had just changed it and it was
    clean. I figured this would shut him up anyway and it did.
    	After we got a chance to get rested up, Mr. Brown told us to walk
    over to the bleachers, sit down and spread out as far away from each
    other as possible. After we did this, he and his assistant coach, Greg,
    handed out papers and pencils to each of us. It was that damn football
    quiz that he had told us about! I was hoping Mr. Brown wouldn't even be
    here in the first place, or if he was, that he would have forgotten
    about the football quiz.
    	"You will have fifteen minutes for the test," Mr. Brown informed
    us.
    	"You think that's long enough, Mr. Brown?" one kid asked. Of
    course he was being sarcastic. "I'll have this done in five minutes!"
    	"As soon as I blow my whistle, you may begin. There is to be no
    talking and no exchanging answers, not that most of you should have a
    problem. *Most* of you, that is," Mr. Brown stated.
    	"He's talking about you, Chris!" Shane said. I just responded by
    staring him straight in the eyes and doing wanking-off motions by
    moving my hand up and down over my lap.
    	Mr. Brown then asked if everyone had a test sheet and a pencil.
    Upon this confirmation, he instructed everyone to come up to him upon
    finishing and turn his test and then wait on the field until the time
    was up. Mr. Brown then blew the whistle. I wrote my name in at the top
    of the page, thinking that this would be the only question I'd get
    right if it had counted as a question. Then looked at the first
    question:

    Question #1: How many yards long is a football field?

    a. 50 yards
    b. 100 yards
    c. 200 yards
    d. 300 yards

    	At first I figured this was going to be easier than I thought.
    Even I knew the answer to the first question; it was b. The second
    question asked how many points are scored in a field goal. I knew the
    answer to this was three points. From the third question onward,
    however, I was stumped:

    Question #3: What is the line of scrimmage?

    a. An imaginary line on the field along which the opposing teams face
    each other before each play

    b. An imaginary line on the field from which the ball is kicked

    c. The line that marks the point at which a tackle occurs

    d. The line at which the opposing team gains control of the ball upon
    an intercepted pass

    	I looked around and thought about it for a moment. I tried to
    sneak a glance at someone else's paper, but this was why we were spaced
    apart. It was a sheer guess. I decided to answer it with d.
    	I looked at the remaining questions, twenty in all. It was all
    uphill from here on out. The last question involved matching team
    positions up with the plays that they each perform. I knew this one
    would be a real butt-biter, but I thought I had a reasonable chance at
    answering some of them correctly. While I guessed my way through this
    torturous test and the preceding questions, sweating bullets as I went,
    I could hear several other kids laughing.
    	Oh my God, what is this, kindergarten?" one kid commented,
    shaking his head and laughing at how easy the questions must have
    seemed to him. Another kid said, "Gee, I wish *all* my tests were this
    easy!" I was thinking, "Oh, shut the hell up, you buttwipes!" About
    five minutes into it some of the kids got up and confidently turned in
    their tests. I had just finished up my guesswork on the position-
    matching question. I still had seventeen other questions to answer in
    between. It might as well have been printed in Greek, because I did not
    know a damn thing. After ten minutes had passed most of the kids had
    finished up and the bleachers were becoming more and more sparsely
    occupied. Soon, only Tony, Jay and myself remained. The remaining
    classmates stood before us, laughing as we frantically erased what we
    thought were wrong answers and tried to guess our way through. I had
    gone back through the questions one more time and changed some of my
    answers and was hedging on all the others. I knew the final whistle
    would be blown soon. Out of desperation I quickly circled my answer
    choices for the last six questions. I figured I had as good of chance
    doing it this way as using any other method. Mr. Brown then blew his
    whistle and told us to hand in our tests, finished or not. I looked up
    and saw the entire class staring at Tony, Jay and me as we sat so
    openly up on the bleachers. I went up to Mr. Brown and handed my test
    and my pencil in. He told me to hold on to my pencil for now.
    	"Okay, now that I have everyone's tests, I am going to hand them
    out at random to everyone so we can all grade them."
    	With this, Mr. Brown handed out the tests to everyone, ensuring
    that nobody got their own test handed back to them. When this was done,
    Mr. Brown read each question aloud and then waited for the class to
    announce the answer in unison.

    	"Okay, everybody, question number one. How many yards long is a
    football field?" Mr. Brown recited the question in a most mocking tone,
    saying the words slowly.
    	"Duhh, I dunno," one kid mocked as he then looked at me making a
    buck-toothed face while smacking his chest with a limp wrist.
    	"What is it, everybody?" Mr. Brown asked the class.
    	"B!" everyone shouted in unison.
    	"I know, I know, we had to give some people a fighting chance at
    passing this, or at least not getting a zero!" Mr. Brown said, likely
    referring to me, Tony and Jay.
    	"Hey, Tony actually got this one right!" I heard one kid shout.
    	"So did Jay!" another kid said.
    	"And so did Chris! Wow!" said Shane. Just my luck for him to wind
    up with my test. I had a feeling Mr. Brown gave him my test on purpose.
    	Mr. Brown then read the remaining questions and had the class
    shout out the answer letters. I could hear Shane and the other kids
    laughing at my answers. A group had huddled around Shane as he showed
    them my answers. They all burst into laughter, mocking my lack of
    football knowledge and pointing out how many questions had three or
    even all four different answers circled at one point before being
    erased. This was very degrading, to say the least. The kids who got
    Tony's and Jay's tests were also having a good laugh at our expense.
    The laughing continued all the way to the final question.
    	"Oh my God! Look what he put down for the tight end!" Shane said
    as he pointed to my answers.
    	At this point Mr. Brown told us to write at the top of the paper
    the number of questions answered correctly and to count each answer in
    the last question as one point. After this was done, we were to hand
    the tests back to the person who took it and then come up to him to
    show him our scores. My guy only missed one question, so at least I
    knew that not everyone else would get a hundred percent on it. I went
    up to Shane, who was busy scribbling something on my page.
    	"Here you go, Chris!" Shane said as he handed me my test, which
    was all wrinkled and scribbled on from being handled. He wrote a huge,
    dark and bold "7" at the top of the page.
    	"What did Chris get?" Marcus asked Shane.
    	"Seven," he said.
    	"Seven? SEVEN! HA HA HA HA!" Marcus said. "I thought he'd do
    better than that!"
    	"Hey Chris, at least you got SOME of them right!" another kid
    said. I just wanted to tell him, Shane, Marcus and all the other kids
    who were laughing at me, and last, but not least, Mr. Brown-- as he was
    responsible for all of this humiliation to begin with-- to shove it up
    their collective ass. I went up to Mr. Brown and humbly showed him my
    test with the big "7" scribbled all across the top half of the page.
    Mr. Brown seemed to act like he expected this. He then took my pencil
    and dismissed me for the showers. On the way back Shane came up to me
    and asked me if I wanted my test.
    	"No," I said. I was planning on throwing the damn thing in the
    trash as soon as I got to a garbage can. Shane then snatched it out of
    my hand.
    	"Good, I didn't think you would!" he said. "I wanna keep this.
    This is too funny!"
    	All I could do during Mr. Eastman's class was sit there and think
    back upon how much of an ass Mr. Brown made of Tony, Jay and me. The
    night Russ came over and talked to me while Mom was busy typing on the
    computer, it turned out that she was writing a letter to the
    superintendent, demanding that Mr. Brown be fired immediately since it
    seemed that they would not allow me to be taken out of the P.E. class.
    I hoped she hadn't sent it off yet since I wanted her to add a couple
    new "charges" to press against Mr. Brown and state these charges in the
    letter.
    	Tony and Jay were pretty disgusted with the way things went in
    P.E. today. Tony got nine questions right, but Jay only managed to
    guess five of them correctly. He didn't even know that a field goal
    scores three points, for example. We were all pretty bummed out. Jimmy
    came up to us to express his sympathy and his disgust over the way Mr.
    Brown humiliated us. Incidentally, Jimmy missed two questions himself,
    having transposed two of the position-matching choices.
    	"Looks like I should have had you come over last weekend to play
    football so you could learn it a little," he said.
    	"I don't care," I said. "I don't want anything to do with
    football anymore. I've always thought it was a stupid game, and I hate
    it even more now," I moped.
    	"Well, we could always do something else," Jimmy suggested.
    	"Like what? Diaper Twister?" I suggested, hoping he'd go for it.
    	"Uhh, what's that?" Jimmy asked. "Do you have to grab everyone's
    diapers and twist them or something?"
    	"No, it's not that," I said. "If you saw the diapers I wear at
    home, you wouldn't have a chance in hell of grabbing my diapers and
    twisting them."
    	"He is right about that," Tony vouched for me.
    	"You know the game Twister?" I asked Jimmy.
    	"Oh yeah, the one with all the colored dots on the mat."
    	"Yep!" I said. "Ever thought about playing Twister wearing
    diapers?"
    	"Not really, but it sounds like fun," he said.
    	"Great, then I'll bring my Twister game," I said as I perked up a
    little. "At least I know more about the 'tight ends' in that game."
    	Jimmy chuckled on this comment as did the other boys.
    	"We could play baseball," Jimmy suggested. "Even though the
    season's about over."
    	"I guess I can handle that," I said. Like soccer, I felt I knew
    enough about baseball to not look so stupid.
    	"Then baseball it is," he said.
    	"How about Diaper Twister?" I asked him.
    	"Oh yeah, we'll do that, too," he said.
    	As always, I told Megan in sixth period and then Angela in
    seventh period about my day up to that point. Of course I told them
    about the football quiz that I bombed on so badly. Megan and Angela
    each agreed that Mr. Brown shouldn't have done this to us. Angela told
    me that Mr. Brown did this in Todd's class and a few boys who weren't
    well-versed in football were very embarrassed by it.
    	"So this has been going on for some time?" I said.
    	"At least since Todd had Mr. Brown," Angela said.
    	"Well, if I have it my way it will be the last time he does it,"
    I said. We then resumed working on our projects. I couldn't wait to get
    home for the weekend.
    	After school I went home and Cindy diapered me up in my cloth
    diapers. I waited until the last possible moment to put on my
    sweatpants before heading over to Cody's and Jordan's house. Just to be
    safe I kept my bike in the back yard and locked the gate so that Hugh
    wouldn't steal it in case he was lurking in the neighborhood somewhere.
    	The boys had their pants off in less than fifteen seconds, it
    seemed. They knew that it was Friday and they would get to be in
    diapers from now until Monday morning. It amounted to about 63 hours,
    or the equivalent of over two and a half consecutive days. The boys got
    even more excited when I told them that this was how long it would be
    before they'd have to wear pants again. They asked me to pin their
    diapers up to their shirts.
    	"And do it really, really good because we're gonna be in just our
    diapers for so long!" they said.
    	"Well, okay, but remember that your mother has to change your
    diapers at some point between now and then," I said to the boys. They
    both took off their daytime shirts and changed into their nighttime
    shirts, which their mother wouldn't mind me sticking pins into.
    Afterwards they wanted to pin my shirt up, too, so I let the boys have
    at it. I just lived feeling their little hands working around the high-
    rising waist of my diapers. Their little fingers weren't as
    coordinated, so I didn't expect them to put in as many pins. Still,
    between the two of them they managed to get a few dozen of them around
    me, most of them concentrated in the back.
    	The boys wanted to play Twister again, and I came prepared by
    having brought the game with me. We were expecting Miranda to show up
    later on, but she didn't come. Other than having her there to see
    first-hand from a girl's point of view what we boys like to do while in
    our thick diapers, we didn't really feel that she needed to be there.
    We played a few rounds of Twister and then we drew diaper drawings. The
    boys had plenty of paper and a box of crayons, the 64-color box; these
    boys were spoiled. A few minutes later Cody held a drawing up to me and
    told me to guess what it was. I could obviously tell that it was a
    picture of him, or perhaps Jordan or some other boy in diapers. He
    didn't have to use much crayon as much of the page was left white by
    where the diapers were drawn.
    	"Uhh, let me guess, it's a picture of you taking a big, big, BIG
    messy and stinky POOP in your DIAPERS, but nobody can see it because
    your DIAPERS are so THICK! Am I right?"
    	Cody just started laughing while making a furtive grab at his
    crotch.
    	"What, was that it? Was I right?"
    	"I just wanted to see what you would say it was!" he said.
    	"Here, let me draw a picture and I will ask you to tell me what
    it is," I said. With this I began drawing a picture of some of us kids
    in P.E. class. The other kids in the background, playing football, were
    in the school-issued shorts and shirts, but for us diaper boys I did
    away with the shorts. I drew Tony and me wearing just diapers (I put
    myself in my much thicker cloth diapers) and a shirt and Jay in
    multiple underpants as I had indicated by sketching a fly front on his
    stomach) and a colored waistband running high above his actual waist.
    We were all picking up Mr. Brown after he had been tied up and gagged.
    In front of us was a big pit full of dirty diapers. I tried to be
    conservative with the brown crayons, using all of the various shades
    available. I wanted to ensure that Cody and Jordan would have plenty of
    brown crayon left for them to do their own poopy diaper drawings.
    Anyway, the three of us were getting ready to throw Mr. Brown into the
    big pit full of dirty diapers.
    	"So, what is it?" I asked the boys as I held it to their faces.
    Cody just looked at the drawing and then at me and said, "I dunno."
    	"Take a guess," I said.
    	"You're mad at your dad for not letting you wear diapers?" Cody
    said.
    	"No, but we are mad at someone in the drawing," I said. I gave
    Jordan a chance to guess. He said it looked like we were throwing the
    inventor of the toilet into the pit.
    	"No, we could never do that," I said. "You have to remember that
    girls need a place to go to the bathroom. Toilets are good, but only
    for girls."
    	This comment got the two boys laughing. Jordan said, "yeah,
    toilets are for GIRLS and diapers are for BOYS! Right, Chris?"
    	"You got it!" I said. I decided to reveal to the boys what my
    drawing depicted. Since I had already told the boys about what happened
    at school today I figured they might be able to figure out what the
    drawing was, but at their age their attention span isn't very long. I
    told them that it was Tony, Jay and I throwing Mr. Brown into a pit of
    dirty diapers for making us take that stupid test.
    	"Oooh, yuck!" Jordan said. Cody agreed and said, "He's gonna get
    poop all over him!"
    	"That's the idea," I said. "If only we could really do this to
    him." Figuratively speaking, the drawing was an accurate real-life
    portrayal as Mr. Brown was in deep shit, after all.
    	Sue came home at her usual time. As it was Friday, I was paid for
    my week's babysitting. I had so much fun with the boys that I would
    have been willing to babysit them for free as their constantly diapered
    presence was enough of a payoff. Still, it was nice to have this much
    fun and get money for it in return. After telling Sue how the day went
    I got my sweat pants back on and headed for home. I was feeling really
    leery about Hugh now, knowing that he had it in for me. The fact that I
    was carrying sixty dollars made me feel even more cautious. I took the
    long way around just to be safe and saw no sign of Hugh, fortunately.
    When I got home Mom and Dad were getting ready to leave.
    	"Where are you and Dad going?" I asked Mom.
    	"We're going to pick up a security light for the driveway," Mom
    said.
    	"All of this because of Hugh," I said.
    	"I think it's a good idea that we have it anyway," Mom said.
    	"What about the alarm?" I asked Mom.
    	"We'll look at home security systems, too, but I think we'll hold
    off on that one for now," Mom replied.
    	"Yeah, just lay your dirty diapers by the door and nobody will
    ever want to come into the house!" Cindy quipped.
    	"The whole house smells like Chris' diapers anyway, what
    difference would it make?" Lisa said.
    	"What about supper?" I asked Mom.
    	"We'll stop at KFC on the way home," Mom replied. "We should be
    back in a little over an hour."
    	Just as Mom and Dad were leaving it occurred to me to have them
    drop off the roll of film that I had taken of Cody and Jordan. I asked
    her if she could drop the film off at the camera store that Aaron's
    parents owned, knowing they would be going past it.
    	"They're closed right now," Mom said.
    	"They have a night film drop," I said.
    	"Oh, okay," Mom said. "But remember, you said you'd pay for them
    since you shot most of my last roll."
    	"I know, that shouldn't be a problem," I said as I showed Mom the
    money that Sue had paid me for the week. With this, I went into my room
    and handed Mom the film roll.
    	The rest of the evening went okay. Lisa invited Betty over. Like
    Lisa, Betty didn't seem to pay a lot of attention to the fact that I
    was always in diapers and the fact that I was wearing them wasn't
    something she thought of as cute anymore. Still, I could see her sneak
    a glance over at me every now and then as I sat there with my diapered
    crotch in full view. I talked to Tony on the phone for a little bit and
    then, after Mom and Dad came home I grabbed me some chicken, some
    mashed potatoes and gravy and some macaroni.
    	I told Mom about Mr. Brown's latest shenanigan and asked her if
    she could add this to the letter to the school board. She had already
    mailed off the letter, as it turned out, but she felt that he had
    enough of a record against him to prompt his termination. I showed Mom
    the drawing I made of us throwing Phil Brown into the pit of dirty
    diapers. Mom just said, "only you, Chris."
    	It was still relatively early in the evening, just a little after
    eight o'clock. I decided to go next door to see what Derek was doing.
    Before I left I decided to take a flashlight with me in case Hugh was
    out there waiting to pounce on me. He wasn't, luckily. I kept my back
    turned to the door as I stood there and waited. Jennie then opened it.
    	"Is this your way of greeting people now, Chris?" Jennie said as
    she saw my diapered butt facing her.
    	"It is when you think someone's going to attack you." I said. I
    had to explain what I meant by this.
    	"Oh well, I thought it was cute anyway," Jennie said. I joined
    Derek and Steven in their bedroom. They had just gotten out of their
    bath and were still naked.
    	"Get some diapers on those boys!" I said to Jennie.
    	"I am," she said. "While you're here you might as well diaper one
    of them."
    	"Sure," I said. I decided to diaper Derek. Jennie and I each
    grabbed a tall stack of diapers and we began folding them and pinning
    them on to the two boys' butts. Of course their shirts got pinned up,
    too. Jennie then commented and noticed that someone had pinned my shirt
    up.
    	"Cody and Jordan did it," I said.
    	"They did a pretty good job," Jennie said. "But I would have used
    more pins."
    	"They're only six, so I didn't expect them to do a lot."
    	"I know," she said. "I'll add a few to yours if you like."
    	"Sure, go ahead," I told her. With this, Jennie added a couple
    dozen more diaper pins to the ring of pins that were already
    surrounding me.
    	"There, now you look more like my brothers do," she said. At this
    point she left the room. Derek showed me some of his latest cartoons.
    They weren't "Poopitus" cartoons as I was expecting.
    	"What happened to 'Poopitus?'" I asked Derek.
    	"I dunno, ran out of ideas, I guess," he said. "So I just drew a
    bunch of pictures of boys in diapers."
    	Afterwards we played some Nintendo games. Derek asked me if I
    could have a sleepover with him. I hadn't really planned on this, but I
    decided that I would feel a little better not being in my bedroom
    alone, at least until my fears about Hugh subsided, hoping that they
    would never materialize. I got Derek's mom's approval first and then
    called my Mom to ask her if I could stay over here. Since I was just
    next door she said it was all right.
    	"You still need to get your diapers changed," Mom said to me.
    	"Oh yeah, I guess that would be a good idea, huh?" I said. By
    this time I was very wet and poopy. I asked Mom if she could bring some
    diapers over after I asked Jennie if she could do the changing. She
    happily obliged. Cindy ended up being the one to deliver the diapers
    since she knew what to put on me. She handed them to Jennie at the
    door. Jennie then took me into Derek's bedroom and stripped me of my
    dirty diapers. She added a few layers using some of Derek's flat
    diapers as stuffers before putting onto me the big stack of diapers
    that Cindy brought over. She pinned me back up, shirt and all and took
    my soiled diapers out to be washed with those that belonged to her two
    younger diaper-boy brothers.
    	Steven had to go to bed at 9:00, but Derek's mom let us stay up
    until 11:00 to watch a movie. We watched "Aladdin", which had been just
    released that very same day on video (VHS), with Derek's mom having
    picked it up on her way home from work. After the movie we were sent to
    bed. Derek's bed was small, but it was comfortable and cozy. I enjoyed
    having Derek's diapered butt pressed up against me as I lay next to
    him. We talked for awhile, very quietly as to not wake Steven and to
    not get busted by Derek's Mom. With the flashlight I brought over with
    me we used it underneath the covers. Derek stuck it into his plastic
    pants and showed me how it made his plastic pants look like they were
    glowing. I then did the same thing with my plastic pants and the
    flashlight. After about a half hour or so Derek's mom heard us giggling
    and told us to settle down and get to sleep. Derek fell asleep pretty
    quickly, but I still had to take care of a certain urge that seems to
    come on rather strongly for boys who are in puberty, so I got out of
    the bed and lay on the floor to take care of this all-important matter.
    Having released my day's diaper thoughts through my hard dick and into
    my diapers, I then returned to Derek's bed and fell asleep.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 166
    ----------------------------

    	Derek was an early riser, I learned, when I was stirred awake by
    his getting out of bed. Well, I was an early "riser" myself, that is,
    if my erect dick could possibly rise beneath the heavy layers of piss-
    soaked diaper fabric. Derek pulled back the covers and scooted his
    multi-diapered bottom over me before he stepped down to the floor. I
    watched him waddle out of his bedroom. I presumed he was going to go
    watch Saturday morning cartoons. I looked over at Steven, who was still
    sound asleep in his own bed and sucking his thumb.
    	Having a chronic case of morning wood, I needed to get some
    relief again. I was getting closer to thirteen years old and my
    hormones were going full bore, so it was getting more difficult to
    ignore this feeling whenever it struck, which was very frequently.
    Derek's bed was small for me and as I began massaging my dick through
    my diapers the bed squeaked. I decided that the best thing to do was to
    get on the floor where I wouldn't make so much noise and risk breaking
    Derek's bed. I lay there and spread my legs apart and then went to
    work. I looked at several of Derek's Poopitus and other diaper-boy
    drawings that he had tacked up on the wall in front of me. Just as I
    felt myself approaching climax, Jennie suddenly appeared. Immediately I
    stopped, but it was too late. The smile on her face was enough to tell
    me that she had caught me in the act. She shook her finger at me, doing
    it in a lighthearted manner, and then politely excused herself and told
    me to finish. Knowing that she had walked in on me, it was kind of hard
    to finish. I had to rebuild my momentum after going completely limp in
    just a few seconds. Still, I got the job done.
    	After I lay there on the floor for a few minutes I got up and
    went out into the front room. Upon passing through the kitchen I saw
    Derek's mom and Jennie both sitting at the table. Jennie was in her
    pajamas.
    	"Morning Chris," Derek's mom greeted me.
    	"Good morning, Mrs. Brooks," I said as I stretched my arms
    upward. In doing so I could feel the pins connecting my shirt and
    diapers together tugging my shirt downward.
    	"Did you sleep well?" she asked me.
    	"Slept fine," I said.
    	"Derek's bed is probably a little small for you, huh?" she
    commented.
    	"A little, but I managed," I said. "Where is he?"
    	"Probably watching cartoons," came Derek's mom's reply. I went
    out to the front room and saw him sitting there on the couch with his
    legs spread widely apart by his enormous diapers. He has his hands on
    his diaper crotch, as if he has been massaging himself/
    	"Good morning," I said to the little guy.
    	"G'mornin'," he replied. He yawned and stretched. As he lifted
    his arms up I could see the pins that were stuck into his shirt and his
    diapers trying to pull his shirt downward. We sat together and watched
    cartoons together for about an hour. During this time Steven had gotten
    up and he came waddling and toddling out into the living room. All
    three of us were very stinky and poopy and in need of diaper changes.
    Jennie had since gotten dressed. She approached us and asked us if we
    were ready for diaper changes. She didn't have to ask since she knew
    her own two little brothers were always in need of getting changed
    first thing in the morning. Jennie decided to change me first since I
    was a guest.
    	"So, who changes your brothers' diapers in the mornings before
    you go to school?" I asked Jennie.
    	"Usually I do it," Jennie said. "I have to get up about a half
    hour earlier for it, but I don't mind it."
    	Cindy brought over enough diapers last night for Jennie to use on
    me this morning as well as the ones she diapered me in last night.
    Jennie diapered me thickly and plentifully while her two brothers
    watched. Steven hadn't seen me get changed very often, so he was
    especially impressed by the size of my hard-on.
    	"Wow, you have a big weenie!" he exclaimed.
    	"Yours will be like mine is someday," I assured him.
    	"And so will mine, right?" Derek asked, even though he had asked
    me about this before. I told him that as long as he stays in diapers
    (which I felt very well assured of) it will get bigger faster because
    it will be stiff and stretched out all the time. I didn't know if this
    was really true or not, but Derek accepted the notion without question
    and pledged to stay in diapers all the time.
    	After Jennie completed three poopy-butt wipings and super-
    diapered us three boys, it was time for breakfast. Derek's mom had
    bacon and eggs as well as pancakes, orange juice and milk. We had our
    drinks served to us in baby bottles. The three of us then went to play
    some Nintendo games. During this time Derek's new diaper friend Eric
    came over. The light-brown-haired little boy laughed when he saw the
    three of us sitting there in front of the TV wearing lots of thick
    diapers each.
    	"Who's that?" Eric asked as he pointed to me.
    	"He's Chris," Derek said. "He lives next door."
    	"Wow, you mean big boys wear diapers, too?" Eric commented.
    	"You bet we do," I said. "I know lots of big boys who wear
    diapers. And big boys wear BIG diapers!" I added as I slapped my
    diapered butt as hard as I could. "I understand you wear diapers, too?"
    	Eric said, "yeah, I do. I have to wear them."
    	"Well, so do I," I said. "Welcome to the club. What do wear them
    for?"
    	"Because I've always worn diapers."
    	"Have you ever used the toilet?" I asked him.
    	"Nope, my mom and dad never even tried to potty train me."
    	"Lucky you!" I said.
    	"Why do you say that?" the curious boy asked me as his dark eyes
    seemed to be locked onto mine.
    	"If there's one thing I wish I never had to go through, it's
    potty training," I said, accenting "potty training" in a contemptible
    tone. "I hated it from the start. I guess the only good thing about it
    is that it made me realize how much nicer diapers really are."
    	"I actually like diapers, but I don't tell my Mom," Eric said
    after hesitating.
    	"Why don't you tell her you like to wear diapers?" I asked Eric.
    	"She'd probably think it's weird."
    	"My parents thought the same thing," I said. "But they're used to
    it now. What are you afraid of if you told your mom?"
    	"I dunno," Eric said.
    	"You afraid they'll take your diapers away and toilet train you?"
    I asked him.
    	"I dunno," he said. I figured he wasn't ready to answer such
    questions. He seemed rather shy, so I decided to lay off the questions
    about his diapers for now.
    	Eric took off his coat and then joined us at playing Nintendo. We
    had to take turns. I decided to sit back and watch the three other boys
    play. During this time I kept waiting for Eric to take his pants off
    and go around in just his diapers like the rest of us. Given the bulge
    in his pants, not to mention the smell, there was no doubt that he had
    diapers on. As Jennie had just changed us, the poopy smell had
    momentarily dissipated. The fact that Eric's Thickies diapers were
    sticking up about four inches in the back above his pants was a pretty
    good clue, too.
    	About a half hour passed and Eric still hadn't taken his pants
    off. I was hoping Derek would suggest that Eric strip off his pants,
    but so far he hadn't said anything. Finally, I couldn't stand it any
    longer, so I asked Eric why he still had his pants on.
    	"I dunno," he said. "You want me to take them off?"
    	"Please do," I said. "Show your diapers off with pride and be a
    true diaper boy!"
    	"I am a diaper boy," he said.
    	"You are, but to *really* be a diaper boy, you have to wear pants
    at an absolute minimum. Do you wear your pants at home?"
    	"Not really," he replied. "I wear more diapers at home, and my
    pants don't fit."
    	"Do you wear your diapers as thick as I wear mine?" I asked as I
    stood and bent over so he could see how thick and big my diapers were.
    	"Do they look about like mine do?"
    	"Yeah," he said. "My mom puts lots of them on me."
    	"So, you want to take your pants off?" I asked him again.
    	"Sure," he said. With this, he removed his pants and joined the
    ranks of Derek, Steven and me. Speaking of rank, he smelled like he
    could use a diaper change himself. Jennie sensed his odors and offered
    to change him and let him wear Derek's diapers, but he didn't want a
    girl to change him.
    	"So who does change your diapers?" I asked Eric.
    	"My mom," he said. "Sometimes my dad."
    	"Well, your mom's a girl," I said. "She used to be one anyway."
    	"Well, she's a grown-up now," Eric explained.
    	"So, would you let *me* change you?" I asked Eric, hoping he'd
    let me.
    	"Maybe," he said. "You're a boy, so it's okay."
    	"I take it you don't have any sisters," I said. Eric said that he
    didn't.
    	"Well, I have two older sisters and they change my diapers.
    They're not grown-ups; well, one of them is almost a grown-up, though.
    My younger sister-- that is, she's younger than my older sister but
    older than me-- changes my diapers now. She's been doing it since she
    was ten and I was eight."
    	"I'll be okay," Eric said. "I don't need to be changed yet."
    	"Okay," I said. I was disappointed, hoping that I would get to
    diaper him. I figured he might loosen up after coming to one of our
    diaper club meetings, though.
    	It was about 11:00 in the morning when I decided that I'd better
    get back home and get on with what I had planned today. Eric stayed to
    play with Derek and Steven. I told Eric that it was nice to meet him.
    Before I left I told Eric about the D.B.A. diaper club.
    	"Derek already told me about it," Eric said.
    	"Cool. You think you can come to our next meeting?" I asked him.
    	"Yeah, my Mom said I could stay the night next Friday and then go
    to the meeting with Derek."
    	"Great!" I said. Just as I turned away I realized that Eric's mom
    had given him permission to go to the meeting, but yet he didn't want
    her to know that he liked to wear diapers. I asked Eric about this. At
    this time he mentioned that he confessed to his mom that he likes to
    wear diapers.
    	"So why didn't you tell me that in the first place?" I asked him.
    	"I guess because you're a big boy and I didn't know what you'd
    say."
    	"I think it's cool!" I said. "Don't be afraid of me, just because
    I'm bigger and older. I love diapers more than anything else, so you
    can always talk to me about diapers."
    	"Okay," Eric said. I said goodbye to him, Derek, Steven and
    Jennie. I thanked Derek's mom for letting me stay over and for serving
    me breakfast. As I left I took with me four plastic grocery bags each
    stuffed full of my wet and soiled diapers from the night before.
    	After I got home from Derek's house I called Tony to let him know
    that I was back home and ready to go to Jimmy's house. Next I called
    Jimmy to let him know that we were on our way. He understood it would
    take us awhile to get to his house. After Tony showed up I slipped on
    my sweat pants, having done this outside just before I got on my bike.
    We rode through the neighborhood and went past Megan's house and then
    past Cody's and Jordan's place. As we rode by I could see their two
    diapered butts in the window as they were both sitting on top of the
    couch probably watching TV. Even though they couldn't see me I waved
    anyway. Soon we reached the busy street corner a few blocks down and
    then went down a ways to the next stoplight/crosswalk where we could
    cross to get to the photo/video store. When I went in Aaron's parents
    were there as was Diane. Diane brought us the pictures, knowing that
    this was what we came in for.
    	"You got some nice shots of those two boys," she said. I opened
    up the envelope and Tony and I looked at the pictures. They turned out
    really nice. What was really funny was the disgusted look on Miranda's
    face as she had Cody's diapered butt pressed up against her nose while
    they were playing Twister. I couldn't wait to show these pictures to
    the boys and give them a set, being that I had two sets of these prints
    made.
    	"So how's Aaron doing?" I asked Diane.
    	"He's fine," Diane said. "Jay came over and had a sleepover with
    him last night. You guys going by there by any chance?"
    	"Maybe on our way back, but for now we're headed to another
    friend's house." I explained to Diane that it was in the vicinity of
    where they lived.
    	"Well, since you're going by there, you might as well give these
    to Aaron." Diane then handed me three more envelopes full of photos.
    She explained that two of them were sets of pictures taken during
    Aaron's and Jay's last sleepover and the other was an extra set that
    Diane had made from my roll for Aaron. In addition to these, Diane had
    for me the twenty reprints that I had left with her last weekend,
    making the pictures of me getting my diapers changed that Megan wanted.
    I promised to have them to her by Monday at the latest.
    	"May we look at these?" I asked Diane, referring to the pictures
    that she had taken of Aaron and Jay.
    	"Sure," she said. "I don't think there's anything in there that
    Aaron wouldn't want you to see."
    	We stood at the end of the counter and spread out all the
    pictures. There were about four or five pictures of Jay taking off his
    multiple underpants in various stages. It was funny going through the
    progressive shots as they showed the underwear on Jay's butt getting
    thinner and the pile of underwear on the floor getting bigger, forming
    a huge pile by the time he had most of it off. The last shot showed his
    poop-soiled underwear and his bare butt, both of which were thoroughly
    coated with shit. In fact, the poop ran about halfway up his back,
    about the height to which his innermost underwear usually rose. A small
    chunk of solid poop was photographed in mid-air as it fell from Jay's
    shit-smothered ass to the floor, where plastic had been laid down to
    protect the carpet. The next couple shots showed Diane diapering Jay
    up, leaving no degree of excessive thickness or pin usage to the
    imagination. Aaron, of course, had taken these shots.
    	While we looked at the photos, resisting the urge to rub myself,
    Diane then talked to us briefly about what she had seen on the news
    about our school's recent bomb threat. She was stunned when I told her
    that the fake bomb turned up in my gym locker.
    	"Oh my God," she said. "I bet you were scared."
    	"Let's just say that it's a damn good thing I was wearing
    diapers," I commented as I pulled down the front of my sweat pants and
    then patted my butt. Diane just laughed at this. Right as I said this a
    customer had come into the store and he came up behind us. We still had
    all the photos spread out on the glass-top counter. I could tell that
    he was looking at the photos. There was no doubt he saw the one with
    Jay's poopy butt. They were 4 x 6's and all the diaper-butt shots--
    about three fourths of the pictures taken on a 24-exposure roll-- were
    especially prominent as well. Diane proceeded to wait on the gentleman
    as we quickly gathered up the photos and put them back in the envelope.
    We gave Diane a wave goodbye as she was busy answering the man's
    questions.
    	We went back towards Aaron's house and then stopped there to drop
    off their photos. Aaron came to the door and let us in. Both he and Jay
    were in diapers, of course.
    	"Guess what?" Aaron said as he stood before me with his hands on
    his diaper-covered hips.
    	"What's that?" I asked him.
    	"We're going on 20 hours since our last diaper change," he said
    proudly. "Diane said she'd see if we could make it a full 24 hours."
    	"So how are you guys doing?" I asked. Their diapers looked as
    white as snow at high noon on a clear day from what I could see, but I
    knew from my many experiences with wearing shit-filled diapers that
    underneath they were hardly white.
    	"Pretty good, considering that she had us each take laxatives
    before she diapered us," he said.
    	"I'm up to six," Jay said.
    	"Six what?" I asked.
    	"Six times I have taken a big shit in my diapers," he said. "And
    I'm not even counting all the little ones."
    	"So, just how full are those diapers getting to feel?"
    	"I know that my underwear wouldn't make it this long," Jay said.
    "It would be leaking out the back by now."
    	"That's why the diapers go as high as they do," I said.
    	"We're challenging the upper-limits of these diapers," Aaron
    said.
    	"They can take a lot, I can tell you that," I said.
    	I then showed Aaron the pictures that I had brought from the
    camera store.
    	"Cool, you brought the pictures!" Aaron exclaimed.
    	"We've already looked at them," I said. "I hope you don't mind."
    	"Nah, we would have just shown them to you anyway," Aaron said.
    Aaron commented on the pictures as he went through them. He got to the
    one that showed Jay's messy butt.
    	"You saw this one, right?"
    	"Yeah, and so did the guy who came in to the store while we were
    looking at them."
    	"Oh no!" Jay exclaimed, sounding alarmed. "You mean someone else
    saw that one?"
    	"Yeah, but you can't tell who it is since your back is turned,
    and even if you could, it's not like he'd know who you are anyway."
    	We explained to Aaron and Jay that we had to get going soon since
    another friend was expecting us.
    	"Is he a diaper boy like us?" Aaron asked.
    	"He wears diapers, yes," I said. "But I don't think he's so
    obsessed with them like we are. Remember Jimmy?"
    	"Oh yeah," Aaron said. "He was kind of shy at first, but after
    Diane ended up diapering the shit out of him he was loving it, if I
    remember right from the last meeting."
    	"Well, if anything, she diapers the shit *in* you," I said. "Once
    she's diapered you, the shit ain't coming out of anywhere beyond your
    diapers once it's past your butthole."
    	"Well, that may change if I keep pooping like this," Jay said. "I
    probably shouldn't have taken three laxatives."
    	"Too late for that now," I said. This was about all I could say.
    "Just be glad you have diapers to wear."
    	"I wouldn't have taken them if I didn't," he commented.
    	At this point Tony and I decided to get going. We mentioned that
    we'd stop by on the way back to see how their diapers were holding up
    to the laxatives. We rode a few blocks farther, going where we had
    never been before on our bikes. We located Jimmy's house and went to
    the door. I wasn't sure if he'd be wearing pants or not. Much to my
    pleasure, he wasn't. Like a true diaper boy, he opted to let his
    diapers show in their entirety. Jimmy's friends Andy and Troy were
    there, too, and they were also going around in diapers.
    	"Welcome to the club," I said to them. Tony and I figured this
    was as good of time as any for us to take off our pants and go around
    in just diapers.
    	"Have you guys eaten yet?" Jimmy asked us.
    	"Check our diapers and find out," I said with a smile. I then
    told him that I hadn't had anything since breakfast this morning. Jimmy
    offered us some cookies and crackers and some pop. We sat around in
    their basement living room where a football game was on. The other boys
    were interested in it, but Tony and I tuned it out. I was busy looking
    at the various paintings of various Idaho scenic landmarks on the wall
    such as the Sawtooth Mountains. Jimmy could tell that I was more
    interested in these paintings than the fact that one of the players
    just scored a touchdown, and for the "other" team, whoever that was.
    	"My mom's a painter," Jimmy explained.
    	"So I noticed," I said as I examined each painting, as if though
    I were strolling through an art gallery. Not that I was biased, but I
    thought Aaron was still a better painter. I still enjoyed the paintings
    of the mountains, lakes, forests, rivers, canyons, etc., but I liked
    Aaron's paintings of diapered boys better. By halftime the score was
    decidedly in favor of the team that all the boys didn't like.
    	"Man, this game sucks," commented Andy. The other boys agreed and
    decided at halftime that "their" team wasn't going to pull out of this
    one.
    	"Well, we might as well go outside and play," Jimmy said.
    	"We're playing baseball, right?" I asked him.
    	"Oh yeah, of course, that's what we agreed upon. What's the
    weather like out there?"
    	"I dunno, maybe 60, 65," I replied.
    	"A little cool, but good enough to still stay in our diapers,"
    Jimmy said. With this, we all went out into their back yard. It was
    fenced in and we were out of view of the neighbors, not that Tony or I
    cared, but the other boys were more self-conscious about letting just
    anyone see them in their diapers. The back yard had plenty of open
    space for an impromptu baseball game. There were no big, mature trees
    as it was a fairly new house. We had to make do with using pieces of
    scrap wood for bases. Everything was quickly set up. The only problem
    we ran into was that there were five of us, which would make it
    impossible to have even teams. Jimmy resolved this problem by agreeing
    to be the pitcher for both teams. Tony and I made one team while Andy
    and Troy made the other team.
    	The game was underway now. Tony and I named our team the White
    Butz (instead of White Sox), and Andy and Troy decided to be the Brown
    Poopies. Tony and I were up to bat first. Tony went first and he made
    it to second base. Next was my turn. I missed the ball each time and
    soon struck out. In spite of this, Jimmy was gracious enough to allow
    me a couple more strikes. I finally hit the ball and made it to first
    base. It was hard to run in all my cloth diapers.
    	After about two very loosely structured "innings", it was evident
    that we just didn't have enough players to make it worthwhile. We
    weren't even keeping track of the score. Suffice it to say that the
    Brown Poopies were beating the White Butz. We decided to call the game
    and just practice pitching and batting for now. Jimmy started out with
    slow pitches and then he sped it up after I got a little more
    comfortable with the ball being thrown towards me. My confidence was
    getting up, so I was ready to really hit that ball. Jimmy made the
    pitch and then, with a gracefully executed swing, I hit the ball, and
    hit it hard. It went sailing over the fence.
    	"Shit!" I exclaimed as I watched the ball heading towards the
    house, fearing that it might hit a window. Andy was peeking through a
    knothole in the fence to watch where the ball would go. He said, "it's
    heading right towards their back window!"
    	"Fuck!" I exclaimed, anticipating the sound of glass shattering.
    Fortunately the ball fell short of hitting the window and hit just
    below it, according to Andy.
    	"Well, I guess someone's got to go get it!" I said.
    	"That'd be you, Chris," Jimmy said. "Whoever hits it or throws it
    out of the yard has to go get it. That's our rule."
    	"No problem," I said as I walked towards the front yard, since
    there was no gate or any other way to leave the back yard.
    	"You're gonna go over there in just your diapers?" Troy asked me,
    stunned that I would do such a thing.
    	"I'm used to it," I said in a blithe manner. "Everyone in my
    neighborhood saw me going around in diapers all last summer."
    	"I'm not sure you want to go over there," Jimmy cautioned.
    	"Why's that?" I asked.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 167
    ----------------------------

    	Just as I was about to go next door to retrieve the baseball I
    had hit over into the neighbor's yard, Jimmy cautioned me about going
    over there. I asked him why.
    	"Because the guy who lives there is a real prick," Jimmy replied.
    "He reminds me of Mr. Wilson from 'Dennis the Menace', only that he
    doesn't have a nice wife, or any wife. He lives alone. I think he's
    retired."
    	"I got a neighbor like that," I groaned. "He lives two houses
    down from me."
    	"What makes this guy such a prick?" Tony asked Jimmy.
    	"Well, last time he wouldn't give back my ball, so I had to send
    my dad over there to get it from him. He threatened my dad, so my dad
    said he was going to call the cops on him. The old bastard finally gave
    the ball back."
    	"Screw it, I'll just go into his yard and get it anyway," I said.
    "Unless he has a big dog like the asshole who lives close to me."
    	"He doesn't," Jimmy said. "Just some damn poodle."
    	"Oooh! Big whoop!" I said.
    	"If his dog sees you he'll start barking."
    	"So? Once I get the ball I'll just scram," I said. "Anyone care
    to join me?"
    	"I'll go with you," Tony offered. With this, he and I both left
    from the back yard at Timmy's house, staying in just our diapers and
    our shirts, and went out to the sidewalk and then over to the asshole
    neighbor's house. His car, a nice, shiny Lincoln Continental, was
    parked in the driveway. While I had yet to meet this guy, I already had
    a sour opinion of him. How I wish I had a nice, sharp key with me about
    now, I thought as I looked at the impeccable paint job on this rich
    retiree bastard's car.
    	Tony and I approached the side of the house where there was a
    solid fence, no gate.
    	"Damn, how do we get in?" Tony asked.
    	"Let's try the other side," I suggested. We would have to have
    walked past the guy's front window. To avoid being seen, we kept our
    heads low. As we did this, we heard the dog yapping loudly through the
    window.
    	"Shit!" I exclaimed. Tony and I quickly retreated. As we were
    going back we heard the guy open his front door. Tony and I ducked out
    of view on the other side of his car. We waited a few seconds. Once we
    heard him go back into his house and close the door Tony and I
    discussed our plans.
    	"Let's go again, but when we get to the window, keep going and
    hide behind that big shrub on the other side of his door in case he
    comes out again," I told Tony. He agreed with this. On the count of
    three, we went for it. Sure enough, the poodle barked noisily and once
    again the man opened his door.
    	"You damn kids! I know you're hiding around here somewhere!" he
    shouted. He then came outside. He walked towards his car with his
    little dog in tow and looked around while Tony and I watched from
    behind what little cover we had.
    	"What do we do now?" Tony whispered.
    	"We wait," I said.
    	"He's probably going to come over here next," Tony said.
    	"If he does, we just bolt and get away from him. I mean, shit,
    it's just a ball we're after, right?" I said.
    	"Yeah, you're right," Tony said. "Maybe Jimmy will have to come
    get it tonight after it's dark or something."
    	We then got our big break. A jogger was running by and this
    distracted the poodle as he went chasing after the jogger. The man then
    went after his dog, chasing him a ways down the street.
    	"Now's our chance!" I said. "Let's go!"
    	While Tony kept watch behind us we went to the other side of his
    house. Again, it was a solid fence with no gate.
    	"Damn!" Tony said. "And the fence is so high, too."
    	In spite of the obstacle before us, I decided to try scaling the
    fence. I jumped up and grabbed onto the top of the fence. Unfortunately
    my feet were not able to go anywhere as I dangled from the fence.
    	"I'll give you a boost," Tony said. I positioned my feet together
    and Tony pushed me up as far as he could. My waist was up against the
    top of the fence. My thick diapers made it difficult to maneuver my
    legs. I had to force myself the rest of the way up with my arms.
    	"Shit! He's coming back!" Tony said. He then ran off to go hide
    back over by the shrub. Meanwhile, here I was straddling the fence and
    diaper-mooning the people across the street if they were to have been
    watching. I was at the point of no return, so I allowed myself to fall
    over to the other side. I fell on my butt as I landed, but fortunately
    my thick diapers cushioned the fall. Since I was this far I decided to
    go get the ball before the man went back into his house and saw me in
    his yard. I quickly ran around to the back yard and located the ball. I
    threw it back over to Jimmy's yard. As I ran back towards the fence I
    came to realize my situation; I had no easy way out of here. I wanted
    to shout for help, but at the same time I didn't want the old fart to
    hear me.
    	I momentarily thought back to the time last summer when Tony and
    I were playing badminton with Cindy, Gina and Bryce in our back yard,
    and Tony had hit the birdie into a neighbor's back yard. They had a
    high fence, too. They had a gate, however, but it was locked.
    Fortunately the girl who was visiting there was able to unlock the gate
    for me. I wasn't so fortunate this time.
    	I waddled my way over to the section of the fence that separated
    Jimmy's yard from that of the elderly flatulence (old fart). I located
    the knothole through which Andy had looked, hoping that I could summon
    the boys' attention in a more subtle manner. I peered through it and
    saw that the boys were not even in the yard now, damn!
    	I then recalled how last time this happened I was going to use a
    wheelbarrow to prop me high enough to climb out. Just as I started
    looking around for something to push up against the fence I heard the
    glass door slide open. The aged intestinal gas had let his dog out.
    Right away the dog spotted me and headed towards me.
    	"Whoa shit!" I exclaimed. I ran towards the corner and then
    double-backed out into the yard again while the dog was still chasing
    me.
    	"Get the hell away from me, you damn mutt!" I said. Soon the
    cantankerous old grouch came out there to see what was going on.
    	"Mitzy! Come here!" he summoned his dog over to him. The dog went
    back into the house. The man then confronted me.
    	"You! What the hell are you doing in my yard?!"
    	"I was just getting a baseball that we lost," I said as I walked
    closer to him where he was standing on his back patio, hoping he'd just
    let me leave his yard somehow.
    	"You damn kids and your baseball! Go find a vacant lot like we
    used to do!" he suggested.
    	"Good luck finding one close by," I said nervously. "They're
    building houses all over around here, you know."
    	"What the hell are you wearing, boy?!" the man asked me. He
    stared at me in stunned silence.
    	"Uhh, diapers?" I said. "And a shirt, socks, and shoes," I added
    as I pointed to each article. "That's what we call them where I come
    from, anyway."
    	"Aren't you ashamed of yourself!" the man said contemptibly.
    "You're too damn old to wear diapers!"
    	"That's what you think, bud," I said. "Lots of boys my age wear
    diapers!"
    	"You're not even decent!" he said. "Get some pants on!"
    	"Well, I would be wearing pants, too, but you see, they don't
    fit, because, well, I got lots of diapers on." I said as I pointed to
    my diapers. Of course I never had any intentions to wear pants more
    than I had to, but that wasn't the point. I was just so nervous now.
    	"If you was my boy, I'd paddle your behind good!" the man said
    shaking his finger in my face.
    	I sighed with a slight chuckle to dismiss his remark and then I
    said, "Good luck. You'd have to take about a dozen diapers off of my
    butt first. And look at all these PINS you'd have to remove, too! You
    don't have arthritis, do you?" With this I pulled down my plastic pants
    and let him see how heavily pinned up my diapers were.
    	The man just stared at me, probably not sure what to say next.
    	"Look, I don't mean to intrude on your property, but all I needed
    was the baseball I hit over here."
    	"So where is it?" the man asked me. "I don't see a baseball out
    there."
    	"I threw it back over to the other yard," I said. "I was just
    trying to find a way out of here."
    	"You were trying to break in to my place, weren't you?" the man
    accused me, which I very much resented.
    	"No! I told you why I came over here. Now just let me leave and I
    won't bother you again," I pleaded.
    	"I'm holding you here until the police come so then I can press
    TRESPASSING charges against you! Won't they be impressed when they see
    that you're in DIAPERS!"
    	"A lot of people are," I said.
    	"A kid like you should be locked up anyway!" the man said. "What
    a disgrace to be still wearing diapers!"
    	"Whatever, asshole," I shrugged.
    	"You watch your mouth, kid!"
    	"How can I? My eyes are right above it," I said, just to be a
    smartass. The man didn't seem to get it and just stared at me.
    	"Just let me go, all right?" I demanded.
    	"No! I'm tired of you damn kids coming into my yard!" the man
    yelled. "I thought putting up a big fence would keep you guys out!
    Well, I can see that now it's keeping you in!"
    	The man stood before me and he wouldn't let me past his sliding
    glass door. He seemed satisfied that he had me captive. Now I was
    getting irritated.
    	"Look, sir, if I hit a ball over here again, you can keep it,
    just keep the damn thing. It's not worth dealing with an asshole like
    you. Now just let me go, dammit!"
    	"You ain't goin' nowhere until the cops come, kid, you got that?!
    This time I'm doing something about it! I wish I could press charges
    against you for having such a foul mouth, too!"
    	"Well, you can't do that, asswipe, so eat shit, motherfucker!" I
    said back to him. "There's a bunch of it in my diapers!" I added as I
    turned around and diaper-mooned him. "Have some!"
    	This move turned out to be a mistake. The man then grabbed my
    wrists while I had my back (and my butt) turned to him.
    	"Hey, let go of me, you dickhead!" I yelled.
    	"I'm making a citizen's arrest!" he said as he tightened his grip
    even more.
    	"Fuck your citizen's arrest!" I said as I tried to pull away from
    him. My feet were sliding on the concrete as I vainly tried to get
    enough of a foothold to force myself away from him. For an old guy he
    surely had a firm grip. I was desperate now. I knew that Tony and
    others had to be around close by.
    	"HELP!" I shouted. "HELP, GUYS! TONY! JIMMY! I NEED HELP! ANYONE!
    HELP ME!"
    	"Shut up!" the man said. "It won't do you no good! You're in my
    custody now!"
    	"Show me a fucking badge then, fucknuts!" I said between grunts
    as I was still trying to fight him off. I tried kicking him, aiming for
    his nuts, which was hard to do with him behind me. This didn't
    accomplish anything as I only got him in the shins a couple times.
    	"It's no use, kid!" the man said. I was starting to get tired,
    but I wasn't about to resign myself to this guy's ill intentions. I was
    starting to get pooped, the condition of my diapers aside.
    	"Getting tired, eh?" the man said, almost laughing.
    	"Fuck you!" I said. Again I yelled for help. At about this time I
    saw the other boys scaling the fence from the other side. All of them
    except for Andy came over.
    	"GUYS! COME HELP ME!" I shouted, not that I needed to tell the
    other boys this.
    	"Good! Your friends are here!" the man said. "Now I'll nail *all*
    of you boys for trespassing!"
    	Jimmy was the first on the scene. He went up behind the man and
    kicked him hard, squarely in his sperm sack.
    	"OWW! YOU LITTLE SHIT!" the old man yelled as Jimmy delivered the
    debilitating blow to his balls. The man lost his grip and I finally
    escaped. We then scattered as the man chased Jimmy. Jimmy wasn't nearly
    as heavily diapered and he could still run with ease.
    	"Open the door!" Jimmy said as he came running towards the
    sliding glass door. I then realized that it was our only way out. With
    this I slid the door open and ran through the house to the front door,
    riling up the dog's attention. I bolted out the front with the others
    behind me. I spat on the hood of the man's car while I ran past it. It
    was the least I could do to get back at him. The other boys did the
    same thing, each of them leaving their marks behind. We made it back to
    Jimmy's house safely. We locked the doors and hid down in the basement.
    The man was furious now as he was yelling and banging loudly on the
    front door. We just waited until he was gone. Jimmy was getting ready
    to call the police, but he didn't.
    	"Next time a ball goes over there, *you* get it!" I said to
    Jimmy.
    	"How about next time let's just leave it!" Troy suggested.
    	After we got settled down we talked about what to do for the rest
    of the afternoon. We decided to stay inside since it was getting cooler
    and windier outside anyway. We just played a couple card games. We
    played a few rounds of poker using pennies for stakes (whee!) I started
    with twenty cents, got up to over forty cents at one point, but ended
    up with twelve cents, oh well. Jimmy was the big winner, raking in
    sixty-two cents. Soon Tony and I were getting ready to head back.
    	"Thanks for inviting us over," I said to Jimmy.
    	"Sure," he said. "Sorry about all the excitement, though."
    	"That's all right," I said. "Thanks for getting that guy off of
    me."
    	Tony came with me to my house. Gina was there with Bryce when we
    arrived. Bryce was keeping himself occupied by reading my diaper
    stories on the computer. He had his hands on the front of his diapers
    as he was reading them. I then showed him the pictures that I picked up
    from the photo store. He got excited over these, too. He was eleven
    years old going on twelve now, so I knew that the feelings he got from
    diapers as well as stories and pictures had to have been getting more
    pronounced.
    	"So, what do you want to do now, guys?" Tony asked Bryce and me.
    	"I don't know," Bryce said. "I'd like to read some more diaper
    stories."
    	"Think of something we can all do together," Tony said. I had
    already done that, having thought about how we could tie in diapers
    with a game of poker after playing for pennies at Jimmy's house.
    	"I got an idea," I said. "I thought of this on the way home."
    	"What's your idea?" Tony asked me.
    	"I call it 'Strip/Diaper Poker'," I said. Tony and Bryce both
    looked at me like I was strange.
    	"Uhh, that wouldn't be a good idea," Tony said. "What happens
    when we're naked? I mean, we'd have to play it outside so we don't piss
    and shit all over the carpet or the furniture, and it's getting a
    little too cold out there now for that."
    	"Yeah, and with all those diapers *you* got on Chris, it would
    take a LONG time for you to get naked!" Bryce remarked.
    	"Well, guys, my version is a little different than just plain
    strip poker," I said.
    	"How's that?" Bryce asked me.
    	"It's called 'Strip/Diaper Poker'-- with a slash between 'strip
    and 'diaper'-- so it's not just strip poker, which I will explain in a
    little bit. First off, we'd each wear a disposable diaper; nobody's
    going to be completely naked. Trust me, I know that would be damn
    stupid since none of us can hold our pee and poop at all."
    	"So what do we do? Put on a shirt and two socks and then play
    until those are gone?" Tony said. "That'd make for a quick game. Even
    girls could play it then until they were down to their panties, not
    that I'd really want them to join us."
    	"No, no, now wait, don't get your diapers in a knot. Let me
    explain," I said, waving my hands in front of me. I then proceeded to
    explain how my version would work:

    	"We each put on one disposable diaper. Next, we put on several
    cloth diapers. Each of us will wear the same number of diapers. We'll
    just use flat diapers, no Thickies or other special diapers, since we
    don't have enough of them to go around for the game; otherwise we
    would. You can wear a shirt and socks if you wish; they won't be used.
    The way it will work is that after each hand is dealt and played, all
    of the players will have to remove one of his cloth diapers, all except
    for the player who has the highest hand; he doesn't have to take any
    diapers off. The first player to lose all of his diapers must sit it
    out and wait until the other players lose all of their diapers, too.
    We'll keep playing until all but one of us is down to just a
    disposable, which we'll otherwise consider as being totally naked.
    	"After that's done, the rules will change. The game then shifts
    from the 'strip' round to the 'diaper' round, which is why I call it
    'Strip/Diaper Poker'. The object then will be that the one person with
    the highest hand gets to put one of his diapers back on. The winner is
    the first person to get all of his diapers back on. The winner of the
    strip round has an edge over the other players in that he can leave his
    remaining diapers on when going into the diaper round. In other words,
    if I have three diapers on after the two of you are down to your
    disposables, then I don't have to take any more of my diapers off from
    that point if I don't have the highest hand, and I can put diapers back
    on if I do have the highest hand. How does that sound?"
    	"Sounds great!" Tony commented.
    	"How about you, Bryce?"
    	"Sure," he said.
    	"Do you know how to play poker?" I asked Bryce.
    	"Yeah, I have an electronic draw poker game," Bryce explained.
    	"Good," I said. Then you know all the hands? That's how I learned
    them, too, since I have a video poker game on the computer."
    	"Yeah, there's a royal flush, a straight flush, a four of a kind,
    a full house, a straight, a flush, a three of a kind, two pair, and
    jacks or better," Bryce recited proudly.
    	"Very good!" I said. "Now, in our version, we call the hands
    something different. First off, we won't use the word 'flush'-- EVER--
    because that's what you do to a (cough, cough!) toilet, and we don't
    have *anything* to do with (cough, cough) toilets around here
    whatsoever! Got that?"
    	"Understood, sir!" Tony said, mocking me lightheartedly as he
    saluted me as if I were a drill sergeant.
    	"So, what will we call, err, umm, (whisper) flushes? (/whisper)"
    Tony asked.
    	"Here, let's go to the computer and I'll type them up and print
    it out for you."
    	Tony and Bryce sat with me and watched as I typed out the rules
    of my version of poker, followed by the hand designations, which are as
    follows:

    POKER HANDS FOR                         POKER HANDS FOR
    GIRLS AND ALL                           DIAPER BOYS
    OTHER TOILET USERS
    -----------------------------------------------------------

    Royal Flush                             Poopy Diaper Change

    Straight Flush                          Wet Diaper Change

    Four of a Kind                          Quadruple Diapers

    Full House                              Full Diapers

    Straight                                Diaper Stack

    Flush                                   Diaper Change

    Three of a Kind                         Triple Diapers

    Two Pair                                Two Pairs of
                                            Training Pants

    One Pair                                Pair of Training
                                            Pants

    Garbage hand                            Toilet hand

    	Tony and Bryce were quite amused by my variations on the game.
    Bryce added that the suits should be changed, such as diapers for
    diamonds, plastic pants for clubs, diaper pins for hearts, and powder
    for spades. We took it a step further and thought that the king could
    be the "mother", the queen the "sister", and the jack the "diaper boy."
    The ace would be the "ass", as in "diaper ass." It all sounded fun to
    do all this, but we conceded that these modifications would complicate
    the game too much.
    	Hearing us all laughing so loudly, Cindy and Gina came out of
    their room and over to the computer to see what all the laughter was
    about. After they read it, Gina just sighed and said, "Oh brother, I
    should have known! It figures!"
    	"If it had been something that didn't have anything to do with
    diapers, I would have fallen over and fainted!" Cindy remarked. "Where
    did you guys get all this?"
    	"We've been making it up," I answered.
    	"Are you guys really planning to play this game?"
    	"Of course we are," I said.
    	"Well, I was going to change all of your diapers, since you all
    smell as usual."
    	"You can diaper us up anyway, if you want."
    	"Sure," Cindy said. Gina also offered to assist. She would change
    Bryce's diapers first. After I printed out the rules and the list of
    hands as they were to be called in "Strip-Diaper Poker" (using a large
    font for the list of hands) we went into my bedroom. After Cindy had me
    stripped of my diapers and cleaned up she asked me, "How are you guys
    doing this?"
    	"First, put a disposable on me, and then put, oh, let's say ten
    flat diapers on over that. Just use like four pins or so for each
    diaper since we want them to be easy to remove."
    	"Okay," Cindy said. "Boy, this is sure going to seem easy after
    all the mega-super diapering that you usually get."
    	"It's just for the game," I said. "It'll take too long if we did
    it with the way I am usually diapered."
    	"You're not going to strip *all the way*, are you?" Cindy asked,
    her concerns being quite obvious.
    	"Of course not," I said. "That's why there's the disposable
    diaper. We won't take that off. Once all the cloth diapers are off,
    that's it. Then we diaper back up in the second round."
    	"I see," Cindy said, nodding.
    	"He wrote it in his rules," Gina said as she was reading what I
    had typed out. She had already gotten Bryce diapered since she didn't
    have as many diapers to take off of him before diapering him for the
    game.
    	"We'll leave you diaper boys alone now," Cindy said as she and
    Gina left the room. I then got out a deck of cards and had everyone sit
    on the floor. I dealt the first hand. We played simple five-card draw
    to make it easy. Tony got a "toilet" hand, which was a hand without any
    winning card combinations. Bryce got two pairs, that is, two pairs of
    training pants in strip/diaper poker parlance. He thought he was doing
    pretty well until I revealed that I had a three of a kind, or triple
    diapers. As a result, Tony and Bryce each removed a diaper and were
    down to nine diapers each (not counting the disposable). I still had
    all ten of my diapers on.
    	As the game progressed we all lost diapers at one point or
    another. I survived the first two rounds and remained deka-diapered,
    but I got on a cold streak and was down to four diapers when Tony still
    had six diapers on and Bryce was at five. Then the tables turned again.
    I was at three diapers, Tony at two, and Bryce at one diaper. Bryce
    then lost his last diaper to a toilet hand and he had to sit it out
    until either Tony or I had lost our last diaper. Next deal, Tony got a
    pair of training pants, me, a toilet hand, so I was down to two
    diapers. The game was tied between Tony and me. Tony and I both had
    toilet hands on the next deal, but I had a king as my highest card
    while he only had a queen, so off went one of his last two diapers. On
    the next round Tony thought he had gotten me with his triple diapers
    hand, but I beat him with a full diapers (full house) hand.
    	The game then shifted to the 'diaper' round with me going into it
    with two diapers still on. Bryce won this one and I got stuck with the
    lowest hand. Bryce got to put his first of ten diapers back on. We
    decided at this point that the person with the lowest hand (which was
    me) had to put the diaper back on for the person with the highest hand.
    As the diaper round continued we got our butts diapered up more
    thickly. I was back up to seven diapers, having gotten the elusive
    quadruple diapers hand. Soon we were all back up to nine diapers each.
    This was the final round to determine the winner. I had two pairs of
    training pants, which was okay, but not a strong hand. Tony got stuck
    with a toilet, but Bryce took the win by getting a diaper stack hand.
    It made him feel good to have won the first game of "Strip/Diaper
    Poker."
    	It was a good thing that we did wear the disposable diapers
    underneath the cloth diapers. All three of us were at least wet by the
    time Tony and Bryce were 'naked', and we were all wet and poopy by the
    end of the game. Right as we declared the game over, Cindy and Gina
    appeared.
    	"You guys are so funny!" Cindy said. She confessed that she and
    Gina had been watching us and videotaping.
    	"We knew that none of you would get up to use the bathroom, so we
    just set the video camera on the floor outside your door and covered up
    the red light.
    	"Guess what, I won the first game of 'Strip/Diaper Poker!' Bryce
    proudly exclaimed."
    	"Good for you," Gina said. "Unless you guys are going to play
    again, I'd say that it's time to diaper you up for real." With this,
    Gina carried into the room a supply of Thickies diapers she had brought
    over for Bryce and changed him into them. Tony changed his own diaper
    while Cindy diapered me up in several multi-pinned-up Thickies. While
    she was diapering me she asked me about the red marks on my wrists.
    This was when I told her about Jimmy's asshole neighbor and what he did
    to me. Cindy was disgusted to hear about this. Mom and Dad were home by
    then, so Cindy told them about it, too. They, of course, were enraged
    by what had happened.
    	"Are you going to press charges?" I asked my parents.
    	"Not unless the cops could prove that he actually did what he
    did," Dad said. At this point I looked at Cindy as she was carrying the
    video camera into the living room, taking the tape out of it so that
    she and Gina could watch us play Strip/Diaper Poker and listen to all
    the comments that we made during the game. Looking at the video camera
    and thinking about what Dad had just said about the police having to be
    able to prove what had happened, this gave me an idea. After we watched
    the tape the girls made of us, I told Tony and Bryce about my idea.
    They both agreed with me on this and Bryce said he'd come with us. With
    this, I called Jimmy and asked him if we could play baseball in his
    back yard again tomorrow.
    	"You sure you want to do that, after what happened?" he asked me.
    	"You bet I'm sure," I said. "I think we can bust your neighbor's
    ass this time."

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 168
    ----------------------------

    	I had told Jimmy about my plan to get even with his dickwad
    neighbor. Jimmy was all for it since he didn't like this guy (after
    today's incident, I can only wonder why!) Before I gave him the details
    of my plan I asked him if he had a video camera, so I wouldn't have to
    borrow the one my family owned.
    	"Yeah, why?" Jimmy asked.
    	"Gotta get him on tape to bust him," I said.
    	"How are we going to do that?" Jimmy asked.
    	"Easy. We just let one our balls go over into his yard and one of
    us goes and gets it, just like earlier today. Now, you or whoever goes
    over there provokes him and tries to make an attempt to escape, but
    then let him catch whoever and hold him. Now, since you have that nice
    big knothole in your fence, this works perfectly for our scheme. One of
    us will run the camera and get video of this asshole neighbor of yours
    trying to detain us."
    	"Sounds great," Jimmy said. "But there is one question I'd like
    to ask."
    	"Sure," I said.
    	"Do you want to be out there in just your diapers while I'm
    videoing this?"
    	"Well, depends on who goes over there," I said. "Now, I'm staying
    in these thick diapers for the rest of the weekend, so if anything, I'd
    be wearing my sweats. I know what you're saying, that if someone else
    is going to see this tape we shouldn't be on the video with our
    diapered butts out in the open. I already thought about that and have
    planned for it."
    	"Okay, then I guess we'll see you tomorrow," Jimmy said. "But
    come by before 4:00, because that's when I expect my Mom and Dad to get
    home after visiting with my aunt."
    	The next day, A Sunday, Tony came over and joined me in going
    over to Jimmy's house again. When we showed up Jimmy was there by
    himself. He was lounging around in just his diapers. I asked Jimmy if
    he had the video camera handy. He got up and grabbed it out of the
    closet. Tony and I stared at his diapered butt as he bent down to the
    floor to pick it up. He came back over to us and showed us how it
    worked.
    	"I even put my own tape in it for this," he said. We fooled
    around with it and made an impromptu video.
    	"Hi, my name's Jimmy," he introduced himself on the video while I
    took the shot. "I wear diapers. I'm normally only supposed to pee in
    them, but, since my mom and dad aren't here, I'm going to poop in them,
    too, just watch."
    	Jimmy then went over to the big recliner and sat down in it. He
    spread his legs apart and scooted his butt forward so I could get a
    good shot of it on the camera. He gave me the cue to start the camera
    again.
    	"And now, I am going to take a big SHIT in my diaper!"
    	With the camera rolling, Jimmy started squeezing several big
    turds out. As he sat there in the recliner I watched his diaper bulge
    as he pushed shit out of his butt. My dick was stiffening as I watched
    nd focused on the action. The creases in the lining of his diaper
    shifted as the mass of stool pressed up against his tight-fitting
    diaper, spreading its content all over his buttocks. I could smell the
    odor of his pooping. His dick got hard, too, as this was evidenced by
    the tent that had formed at the front of his diaper.
    	"And that's how you take a shit in your diaper!" Jimmy concluded
    this portion of the video. "And now, I'll introduced you to my friends
    Chris and Tony."
    	It was my turn to appear in Jimmy's diaper video. It was a
    completely impromptu performance. I said, "Hi, I'm Chris, and as you
    can see, I wear diapers, too. You can probably see that I don't just
    wear ordinary diapers, either. I wear lots of really THICK cloth
    diapers! They're even called THICKIES! Now, I'd like to do a diaper-
    pooping video like Jimmy did, but if I did you wouldn't see anything.
    (I turn around). As you can see, my diapers are much, much, much, much,
    MUCH TOO THICK for you to see what I am doing in them. Betcha don't
    know if I pooped in them or not!"
    	"Well, did you?" Jimmy asked me, behind the camera, of course.
    	"What do you think I'm doing right now?" I said. After I finished
    dumping into my diapers I sat in the recliner and spread my legs to
    show off my crotch. Since this was Jimmy's diaper video I wanted to
    give him something he'd enjoy watching. I pointed out all the
    superlative features of my diapers and talked about how my sisters have
    been changing my diapers for almost four years now. Since Jimmy didn't
    have any sisters, or any brothers for that matter, I wasn't sure if he
    would appreciate this as much as I did.
    	Tony then had his turn before the camera. He talked about his
    diaper history, crediting me for getting him into diapers. He even did
    an on-camera diaper-pooping, but like me, his Thickies disposable
    diaper was too thick to show any visual evidence of the condition of
    the seat of his diaper.
    	Since Jimmy wasn't used to wearing poopy diapers, he wasn't used
    to staying in them for as long as Tony and I were. We tried to talk him
    into wearing them for awhile and savoring the feeling of a good, shit-
    filled diaper. He said that he enjoyed the feeling when it was coming
    out, but he was wanting to get cleaned up again. We understood and
    didn't pressure him to stay in his soiled diaper for any longer than
    what he was comfortable with. Besides, he didn't want his parents to
    possibly come home early on him and catch him with crap-filled diapers
    on.
    	"You better hope they don't ever see this video," I said.
    	"They won't," Jimmy assured me. "In fact, later on I'll show you
    some of the other things I have done on here in my diapers when my
    parents are gone. That's what's so cool about being an only child."
    	"I have two sisters, and they take videos of me in my diapers all
    the time," I said. Since Jimmy was more secretive about his feelings
    about wearing diapers as far as his family was concerned I could
    understand why he was glad to be an only child. He then took the video
    out of the camera and popped it into the VCR. I could see the poop
    weighing down the seat of his diaper as he bent over to insert the
    tape. He then sat back down and let us watch his earlier diaper videos.
    	"This was right after we got the camera," Jimmy said. He looked
    about two years younger. His voice was higher in pitch, too. The time
    at which the video was shot was further evident by the date in the
    corner, reading 06/22/91.
    	"I was ten years old then, look at me!" Jimmy said. He sure
    looked cute in his diapers then, not that he didn't look cute in his
    diapers now. His smooth, pre-pubescent boy legs complemented his diaper
    quite nicely. He danced around the house in his diaper with music
    playing in the background. He had done several little video segments
    whenever he had the chance. Some segments were interrupted by picture
    noise, indicating the times when Jimmy didn't take the time to cue up
    the tape between sessions. He always put the date in the corner. Within
    about an hour's worth of time on the video Jimmy aged nearly two years.
    	After this much time it occurred to me that Jimmy was still
    wearing a poopy diaper. He had mentioned wanting to change shortly
    after crapping in his diaper. I asked him why he mentioned wanting to
    change, but then decided to leave his shitty diaper on.
    	"I want to try to get used to it like you guys are," he said.
    "Besides, I had to 'let the caboose out'."
    	"Uh, what does that mean?" Tony asked. I knew what it meant since
    I had heard other kids at school say this phrase.
    	"It means you thought you were done taking a shit, but then after
    pulling your pants up and flushing the toilet, you realize that you
    have more shit waiting to come out. I guess when you're always in
    diapers and don't use a toilet it really doesn't matter if you have to
    shit again five minutes later."
    	Tony and I agreed, since for us pooping in our diapers was more
    or less a constant, recurring activity.
    	We then watched the video that we just created. We rewound it a
    couple more times and watched it again. By this time Jimmy decided that
    he had better get his diaper changed. Tony asked him if he could have
    the honors, so Jimmy told him that he could change his diaper. He even
    asked me to videotape it, which I was pleased to do for him. After I
    had the scene framed I just held the camera in place and watched as
    Tony removed Jimmy's stinky diaper. I decided I'd rather see it up
    close and in the color of my own natural vision than to watch it
    through the little black-and-white viewfinder. Every now and then I'd
    check to make sure the scene was still in the frame. I also zoomed in
    to get close-ups of Jimmy's shit-filled diaper and his towering
    erection. I kept the shot close as Tony wiped Jimmy's balls and crotch
    clean.
    	After Tony got Jimmy's poopy bottom cleaned up Tony took hold of
    his hard dick and yanked it several times, jacking him off and making
    him come. This, too, was caught on tape. Jimmy had left what he called
    "snail tracks" on his bed. I didn't really know what he was talking
    about at the time.
    	"Snail tracks?" I inquired innocently, recording my naivety
    regarding this particular phrase for all eternity on the videotape.
    	"Yeah, you know, you've seen those trails that snails leave
    behind?" Jimmy started to explain.
    	"Yeah," I said. "But what does that have to do with anything?"
    	"You ever jack off and come so hard that it gets on your bed
    sheets and it leaves a trail?" Jimmy asked me bluntly.
    	"No, to be honest I haven't," I said, the tape still rolling.
    "I've always done it in my diapers, I've never had to worry about
    cleaning up, err, snail tracks."
    	Jimmy just nodded, surprised that I had never masturbated without
    my diapers on. I did tell him that Megan had jacked me off a few times,
    though.
    	"You mean that fat chick with the long red hair I've seen you
    talking to?" Jimmy asked.
    	"Yeah, that's her," I said. "I hope you don't mean 'fat chick' in
    a bad way."
    	"Well, she is fat, but I have to admit she's cute, too," Jimmy
    said.
    	"That's one of the things I like about her," I said, maintaining
    the hard-on that I got from watching Tony jacking off Jimmy. "I guess
    it's because I like to think of her as one of my sisters, since she's
    big like Lisa, and keeping me in diapers and changing my diapers and
    always reminding me of how much of a diaper boy I am, but that since
    she *isn't* my sister, we can do, you know 'other things', not that I'd
    want to do these things with my own sisters, mind you."
    	"Other things?" Jimmy asked. "You mean, like, screwing her?"
    	"Yeah," I said. The camera was off now. I was starting to feel a
    little embarrassed now. I didn't really know Jimmy like I knew Tony and
    wasn't sure how much I could trust him to know this.
    	"So you've had sex with her?" Jimmy asked, sounding incredulous.
    	"A couple times, yeah," I said.
    	"You lucky dude," Jimmy said.
    	"I guess I am," I said, feeling guilty about having lost my
    virginity at such a young age. "Just don't go telling everybody, or
    she'd never speak to me again."
    	"I'll keep quiet, I promise," Jimmy said.
    	"I'd like you to back that promise up somehow," I told Jimmy. I
    didn't want to imply that I didn't trust him, but, well, since I really
    didn't know him that well, I couldn't trust him.
    	"Okay, here's a secret about me, since I know a secret about
    you," Jimmy said. He hesitated for a moment, took a deep sigh and then
    said, "I think I might be gay."
    	I was somewhat surprised by hearing this, about the same way I
    felt when Tony first told me that he thought he was gay.
    	"I hope you guys are cool with that," Jimmy said. Tony then
    decided to speak up and announce that he was pretty sure he was gay.
    	"So how do you *know* you're gay?" Jimmy asked Tony.
    	"Well, I don't think of having sex with girls and I find that
    boys are more attractive," Tony answered plainly. He added, "not just
    boys who are in diapers, but I mean, boys in general."
    	Jimmy explained that he felt confused because he liked to think
    about girls, too and admitted to having a big crush on a girl in one of
    his classes.
    	"What about us boys?" I asked Jimmy.
    	"Well, I like to see you and Tony in your diapers," he said. "I
    sometimes think about, well, you know..."
    	Jimmy was hesitant to admit that he thought about doing it with
    another boy, but we coached him along and assured him that he wouldn't
    spit in his face and call him "faggot" or anything like that. I told
    him that I experience the same feelings and in fact have experimented
    with such activities with Tony.
    	"You may be bisexual; sometimes I think I am," I said. "To be
    honest with you, I find it a lot more satisfying to look at my own
    photo albums full of pictures of me in diapers and watching all of our
    home videos that Lisa and Cindy have taken of me in my diapers, than to
    look at a porno mag or video. I guess in a way I am my own pornography,
    as silly as that sounds," I said with a little bit of a laugh. "I get
    off on myself being a diaper boy."
    	"So what about other boys?" Jimmy asked me.
    	"Oh hell yeah!" I said. "I love looking at Tony and Jay and
    Bryce, well, you, plus Derek and his brother Steven, Luke and his
    brother Nathan, Cody and Jordan, all those boys in diapers at summer
    camp. To me that's the greatest sight on earth, a thickly diapered
    boys' butt!"
    	I continued to talk at length about how diapers and boys aroused
    me more than thoughts of having sex with girls did, but yet I didn't
    think about having sex with other boys, per se, as much as I enjoyed it
    when such opportunities presented themselves. I was just as confused
    about my own sexuality as Jimmy was. Only Tony was certain that he was
    gay and didn't want anything to do with girls, other than to let his
    own sister Kara and my sisters change his diapers. Jimmy then asked me
    a few questions about sex. Like most other boys our age, his hormones
    were boiling over with the onset of puberty and he wanted to experience
    his first fuck in the worst way.
    	All this talk was getting me horny, so I let Tony have the honors
    of helping me release this mounting sexual tension. We let Jimmy watch
    and videotape us as Tony got up on me and scooted his diapered butt
    back and forth over the front of my diapers until I came. At this point
    Tony scooted himself back even more and rolled his diapered butt and
    crotch over my face, positioning himself with his crotch pressed up to
    the top of my head, his legs on each side of me. he then started
    jacking off. I got up and let him rub up himself up against my diaper-
    butt. All I could feel through my diapers was his body pushing up
    against mine. My dick was still half erect as it was coming back down
    from orgasm, but having a difficult time as Tony's thrusts were keeping
    me aroused. I began to wonder if it could be possible to have a second
    climax so soon after I had just expended much of my load. It didn't
    take Tony too long to expend his load. He moaned and sighed as he said,
    "there it goes, oh yeah, ooh yeah!"
    	"I wish I had waited to watch you guys to that," Jimmy said. "I
    would have had a good come over it."
    	"There's always another time, right, Tony?" I asked him as I
    turned around and looked at him. His face was red and he was sweating,
    still massaging his dick through his diaper. Tony just nodded as he was
    catching his breath.
    	"Besides, we got it on video, so you can watch it tonight," I
    told Jimmy.
    	After we had a few minutes to cool down and recover from our
    diaper-jackoff session we decided to take care of the business for
    which Tony and I had come over to begin with. The first thing we needed
    to do was to dispose of Jimmy's soiled diaper. Since Jimmy wasn't
    allowed to poop in his diapers he had to get rid of it lest it be under
    his parents' noses. Actually, he had to get it away from their noses by
    quite a bit since the diaper smelled so much. We asked Jimmy what he
    did with his soiled diapers. He started laughing and said, "I stick
    them in Mr. Asshole's garbage."
    	"You mean, your neighbor?" I asked him. Of course this was what
    he meant. Jimmy told us where to locate his neighbor's garbage; it was
    at the side of the house.
    	"We'll take care of it for you," I offered. With this, Tony took
    the soiled diaper and I followed behind him with the video camera. I
    narrated as we went out the door and out to the front yard wearing only
    our diapers.
    	"Here we are disposing of Jimmy's shit-filled diaper," I said as
    we walked out to the front yard and then out to the sidewalk. It was
    rather chilly being out there on that October afternoon without any
    pants on, but we didn't plan to be outside for very long anyway. We
    located the garbage containers and walked over to them. Tony opened up
    the diaper and showed the contents of it to the video camera. He spoke
    quietly so that the jerk-prick inside the house wouldn't hear us.
    	"And here we go as we get rid of Jimmy's shitty diaper," Tony
    explained. He then lifted the lid and said, "we're putting it in Mr.
    Asshole's trash!" With this, he re-rolled the diaper and stuffed it
    into the garbage.
    	"Now let's get the hell out of here," Tony said after he shut the
    lid. As we were walking back over to Jimmy's house we saw two teenage
    girls standing across the street, their rear ends facing us. I zoomed
    in on them with the video camera.
    	"Here are two girls. As you can see, they don't wear diapers like
    we boys do. Even though they have pants on--"
    	"Unlike us diaper boys," Tony interrupted briefly. I then resumed
    my narration.
    	"You can see that they aren't wearing diapers since their pants
    are so tight that they fit with the contours of their butts. I betcha
    they aren't even wearing any underwear!"
    	Apparently my voice carried. The two girls turned around and saw
    us standing there across from them, wearing diapers and holding a video
    camera.
    	"Hey!" the girl said as she pointed. "What are you doing with
    that camera?!"
    	"Uhh, I'm making a documentary," I said, not really sure of what
    else to say.
    	"Look, Valerie, they got DIAPERS on!" the other girl said. I
    still had the camera run.
    	"Gee, must be because they're so IMMATURE!" the first girl,
    Valerie, said. "You know, Halloween's not until the thirty-first!"
    	"We know! We're not trick-or-treating!" I shouted back.
    	"So what are you wearing diapers for?" Valerie asked.
    	"To piss and shit in!" I answered honestly.
    	"Oh my God!" the second girl, whose name was undetermined,
    started laughing. Valerie seemed to be more offended by our presence.
    	"So what's your documentary about?" the second girl asked.
    	"It's about the how boys wear diapers and girls don't!" I
    shouted.
    	"I can assure you two boys that we aren't wearing any diapers!"
    Valerie said.
    	"We didn't think you were!" I said. "Like I said, it's about how
    us BOYS wear diapers and how you GIRLS don't!"
    	"Let's go, Candice, these twerps are freaking me out," we heard
    Valerie say to her friend, now determined to be Candice.
    	"No, I wanna see if they have any more questions. I want to help
    them with their *documentary!*" Candice said as she started walking
    towards us. We decided what the hell; let's have some fun with this!
    	"Whatever," Valerie responded. "I'll be at my house."
    	Candice then approached us and asked us why we wear diapers. Just
    as I was about to give her my prepared, almost "canned" response to
    this oft-asked question, I suggested that she interview us on the video
    and ask questions. I showed her how to operate the camera.
    	"Okay guys," she said. She then started laughing. "Oh my God, I
    can't believe I'm *doing* this! So, uhh, you boys, uhh, what are your
    names?"
    	"I'm Chris."
    	"And I'm Tony."
    	"So, Chris, uhh, why do you (laughter) wear diapers?"
    	I proceeded to answer this question, citing toilet training
    difficulties and an apparent predilection towards having a diaper
    fetish that was already in place long before I reached puberty.
    	"Who changes your diapers?" the girl asked us.
    	"My sisters, usually just the younger one, her name is Cindy," I
    replied. She asked me how my sisters felt about having to change my
    diapers, so of course I answered these questions. She asked Tony the
    same questions, to which he replied that his sister changed his
    diapers, too.
    	"So, aren't you guys like, cold out here wearing nothing but
    diapers?"
    	"We're used to it," I said. "Besides, these thick diapers keep me
    pretty warm."
    	"I noticed that your diapers are quite BIG!" Candice said. I
    posed in several angles and explained the Thickies diapers and how I
    will be featured in some upcoming ads for the diapers. This impressed
    the tall, slender blonde girl.
    	"Okay, let's ask you some questions," I said to the girl. She was
    giggling, but was happy to go along with what was in fact becoming sort
    of an impromptu documentary, as it was turning out.
    	"So, do you remember when you were potty trained?"
    	"I don't know, two, probably," she responded. "I remember using
    the toilet when I was three, so yeah, I was two."
    	"Good," I said. "Do you remember any time you wore diapers?" I
    asked Candice.
    	"No," she said, laughing afterwards.
    	"Do you have any brothers?" I asked her.
    	"I have one," she said. "He's eleven."
    	"What was his toilet training like?"
    	"I don't know. I wasn't there most of the time. My mom complained
    about it a lot, though."
    	"Great!" Tony said.
    	"What's so great about that?" Candice asked.
    	"Great that your mom complained about your brother's toilet
    training."
    	"It means he's on par with most boys," I added.
    	"How old was he before he was out of diapers?" Tony asked.
    	"Or does he still wear them?" I added, being optimistic.
    	"He was still in diapers when he was three, but I think he was
    using the potty after that."
    	"Does he wet the bed?" Tony asked.
    	"No, but he wet his pants at a funeral once," she said. "And then
    he pooped his pants on his seventh birthday."
    	"Then I'd say he needs to be in diapers," I commented. The girl
    started laughing. She then said, "look, I gotta go, it's been fun
    talking to you boys!"
    	"Okay, thanks for your time!" I told her. As she walked off I
    zoomed in the seat of her white jeans, focusing on the panty lines that
    showed through."
    	"And as you can see, her panty lines are showing, so now we know
    that she's like most other girls and doesn't wear diapers," I narrated.
    	"Okay, well, this wraps up our documentary for now, so, uh, I
    hope you enjoyed watching it," Tony concluded.
    	When we got back to Jimmy's house we told him what had happened.
    	"I was wondering where you guys were," Jimmy said. "I was afraid
    that the prick caught you guys."
    	Before we went out to the back yard to "play baseball" (which
    wasn't so much our intent as was our intent to re-enact yesterday's
    incident) we watched the "documentary" video that we had just made. I
    asked Jimmy if he'd make me a copy of his video if I brought a blank
    tape to school with me tomorrow. Jimmy, of course, agreed to do this.
    After this was done, Jimmy, Tony and I each put our pants on and then
    went out to the back yard.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 169
    ----------------------------

    	Jimmy had the video camera in his hand ready to go. Tony and I
    followed behind him. I was idly tossing the baseball up and down as I
    walked. Jimmy went over to the fence and peaked through the knothole to
    see if his neighbor was anywhere to be seen.
    	"I don't see him," Jimmy said.
    	"Do we know if he's even home?" Tony asked.
    	"Let's go check and see if his car is out front," I suggested.
    With this, we checked to see if his Lincoln Continental was still
    parked there. We didn't see it.
    	"Damn, he's not home," I said.
    	"Does he ever park his car in the garage?" Tony asked Jimmy.
    	"Usually he does," Jimmy commented.
    	"Then how will we know if he's home?" Tony asked. "I mean, what's
    the point going over there if he isn't home?"
    	"Well, I do know that he always lets his dog out into the back
    yard if he does leave," Jimmy said. "I don't see his dog anywhere, so
    I'd say he's probably home."
    	"Do you have his phone number?" Tony suggested.
    	"What, you want to *call* over there?" I interjected. "What if he
    has that new caller ID service?"
    	"His dog isn't in the yard, so I say let's do it. If he's not
    home, then he doesn't come after us. You're forgetting, we *want* him
    to be there!"
    	"So, who's going to go get it?" Billy asked us.
    	"One of us has to stay and run the video camera," Jimmy said,
    implying that he didn't want to be the one to be apprehended by Mr.
    Shits.
    	"I'm the one who got caught yesterday," I said. With this, Tony
    had a feeling that it was his turn to go over to get the ball and get
    caught by the jerk neighbor. Rather than argue who does what, Tony
    agreed to be the one to be apprehended. After having made sure that our
    plan was ready, we put it into action.
    	"Hey Tony, here comes the ball!" I shouted, as if to be pitching
    it to him while he stood at bat. In actuality, Tony was just holding
    the ball, getting ready to throw it. As he threw it towards the fence I
    said, "whoa, Tony, you really hit that one! Oh no! It's going over to
    the neighbors fence!" My shouting was quite exaggerated, to say the
    least.
    	Once the ball was in Mr. Prick's yard, Tony yelled, "Whoops! Gee,
    I suppose I hit that one too hard, didn't I?!"
    	"Yes, Tony, you certainly did hit that one too hard! And you know
    the rules! Whoever hits the ball over there has to go get it!"
    	"I know the rules, and I am going to get the ball and bring it
    back over so that we can keep playing our baseball game!"
    	At this point we were all laughing. We sounded like bad actors
    reading off of cue cards at a poorly produced school play. There was no
    point going around front since there was no gate to the back yard from
    that point, so Tony just scaled the fence. I gave him a boost as he
    worked his way over. He cut a fart through his diaper as he stuck his
    butt in my face.
    	"Nice aroma," I commented.
    	"Thanks," Tony replied. "I got more where that came from!"
    	"I'm sure you do," I said. Billy had the camera running, ready to
    get the asshole neighbor caught on tape. Tony retrieved the ball and
    stood, waiting for the jerk to come out.
    	"He's not coming," Tony commented.
    	"Start shouting things, say anything to get his attention."
    	"How do I get out of this yard?!" Tony shouted. Nothing happened,
    so he started shouting things that would certainly get at least one of
    the neighbor's attention.
    	"Hey, wanna come watch me shit my diaper?!" Tony shouted.
    	"Keep it up, keep going," I coached him.
    	"Hey everybody! I'm about to take a big crap right here in Mr.
    Asshole's back yard!" Tony shouted. "Good thing I got a DIAPER on!"
    	"Damn, he's still not coming," Tony remarked. "I can't just keep
    shouting like this."
    	"He has to come out sooner or later," I said. "He's gotta be
    home." Tony then started singing one of the verses we made up for
    singing to the music of the Pull-Ups jingle:

    I'm a big boy, look what I can do!
    I can poop in Pull-Ups, too!
    Never, ever will be toi-let trained
    My diapers are always stained!

    	About fifteen seconds of silence passed and nothing happened.
    	"Aww man, this sucks," Tony remarked.
    	"Sing another verse," I suggested.
    	"Okay, but my voice is getting hoarse," Tony said. He then belted
    out the next few lines of the bastardized jingle:

    I'm a big boy, look what I can do!
    I can fill my diapers with poo!
    Now I'm gonna smell and stink all day long!

    	"Da, da, da, da, da-da, ta," I sounded out as the meter of the
    jingle was running through my head but Tony had yet to sing that last
    line. He either forgot what the next line was or he didn't want to
    shout it so loudly, so after a brief hesitation he improvised and half-
    assedly sang, "Aren't you glad I'm not wearing a thong?!"
    	"You sang that last line so wrong!" I sang to the same melody.
    	"What, you really want me to sing, 'until someone wipes my butt,
    balls and dong' out loud?" Tony questioned. I was surprised that he was
    showing any such inhibitions, considering the fact that when weather
    permitted we went around the entire neighborhood wearing nothing but
    diapers and a shirt.
    	"What does it matter? You want to get his attention, don't you?"
    I asked him.
    	"His attention, yes, but not everyone else's!" Tony replied. Tony
    then started walking towards the sliding glass door and said, "ahh,
    fuck it, I'll just go knock on his back door!"
    	Just as Tony was close to the door, the angry man, wearing a
    robe, came storming out to the patio.
    	"You makin' all that damn racket?!" the man shouted at Tony,
    shaking his finger.
    	"Uhh, what racket?" Tony asked. "We were playing baseball, not
    tennis."
    	"You were making a bunch of racket and you woke me up, dammit!"
    the man yelled.
    	"We don't use rackets to play baseball, sir, we use bats," Tony
    said, just to be a smartass. "And I'm looking for my ball."
    	"Well then get your damn ball and get the hell out of my yard!"
    the grouchy old coot shouted at Tony. Tony then turned around and put
    his hands behind him, as if to ask the old man to grab his wrists like
    he grabbed mine. Tony stood there for a moment waiting for the
    crotchety old bastard to take a hold of them.
    	"Well, aren't you going to grab my arms and try to detain me?"
    Tony asked the man.
    	"Your little pals are in on this, aren't they?" the old man said
    to Tony.
    	"No sir, they're not," Tony lied.
    	"You don't lie to me, boy! I was standing there watching you
    talking to your buddies right over the fence! I know you're trying to
    get me in trouble for what I did yesterday. It ain't gonna happen
    today. I got better ways to deal with you boys anyway."
    	"So, uhh, I guess I'll get my ball then," Tony said as he slowly
    distanced himself from the old man. He picked up the ball and tossed it
    over the fence. Tony then managed to jump high enough to grab the top
    of the fence and lift himself up enough to get over it by himself.
    	"That prick!" Tony complained. "That fucking prick! He foiled our
    plan!"
    	"Yeah, but I gotta admit it was pretty funny watching you
    hollering and singing about poopy diapers all that time!" Jimmy
    commented. I had to agree it was pretty amusing, but I really wanted to
    see this guy get a hold of Tony so we could turn him in. We went back
    into the house to watch the video down in the basement. Jimmy, Tony and
    I took our pants off so that we could be in our usual diaper attire.
    Just as we were getting settled in the doorbell rang.
    	"You expecting somebody?" I asked Jimmy.
    	"No," he said. "And I don't think it's Ed McMahon announcing that
    we're millionaires, either." Jimmy then started putting his pants back
    on.
    	"What you putting your pants on for?" I asked Jimmy.
    	"Uhh, to answer the door," Jimmy replied.
    	"Shit, I just answer the door in my diapers, I don't care who it
    is," I said.
    	"You answer the DOOR in your diapers?!" Jimmy asked me,
    astonished that I would do this.
    	"Yeah, I do it all the time," I said. This time the person
    knocked several times.
    	"Are we supposed to be here?" I asked Jimmy.
    	"Not really," he said. "Find a place to hide, quick!"
    	There weren't very many places to hide in the small room down in
    the basement, and there was no way out of the house from that point.
    There was a recliner in the corner just to the side of the stairs. I
    crouched down behind it. Tony hid behind the couch on the other side of
    the stairs. We listed in as Jimmy answered the door.
    	"Uh, hello," Jimmy said.
    	"Yes, I'm Officer Hoffman with the Boise Police Department, how
    are you this afternoon?"
    	"Uhh, fine, uhh, what's the problem, sir?"
    	Shit, this was serious if it had to involve the police. Now I was
    nervous.
    	"I received a call from a resident with a complaint regarding
    someone making excess noise. Would you happen to know anything about
    that, son?"
    	"Well, uh, a couple of my friends were here, and they were making
    some noise, but I didn't think it was all that loud." I could tell
    Jimmy was nervous, especially as he was trying to cover for us.
    	"Are your friends here right now?" the officer asked.
    	"No sir, they went home."
    	"Are your folks around?"
    	"They're not here, either, sir. I'm the only one here," Jimmy
    stammered.
    	"Please don't come down here, please don't come down here!" I
    thought to myself, holding my hands together as if to be praying, as I
    cowered as low as I could go. I didn't want to have to appear before
    the policeman wearing only my diapers. If he saw how heavily I was
    diapered he might think that my parents abuse or something and then
    haul them off to jail! All these horrible thoughts went through my mind
    as I listened to the police officer lecturing to Jimmy about making too
    much noise. He informed Jimmy that he, and us-- that is, Tony and I--
    could be charged with disturbing the peace. Now I was really scared. I
    was pissing my diapers something fierce.
    	"Chris, get your pants on," Tony whispered. "Just in case he
    comes down here."
    	"No, let's wait," I said. "The cop thinks we went home, so if he
    hears us down here, he'll suspect something."
    	I continued to listen to the policeman talk to Jimmy about why he
    was called out. It seems that we lucked out and got a nice police
    officer. I heard him say, "I have a soft spot in my heart for kids, and
    after being on the force for nearly twenty years, I can pretty much
    tell who the real troublemakers are out there, and you really don't
    seem to be one of them, so I'm going to let this one go with a warning
    not to do it again. I have kids with far worse problems to deal with."
    	"Gee, thanks, officer, and I will let my friends know to not make
    so much noise again."
    	"You have a good day, and stay out of trouble," we heard the
    officer say to Jimmy before closing the door. Jimmy probably waited for
    the police officer to leave for good before coming down the stairs.
    	"Holy shit, that was close!" Jimmy said, breathing a sigh of
    relief.
    	"Tell me about it," I said as I was trying to catch my own
    breath, fanning my sweaty face. "I think I just pissed a whole day's
    worth into my diapers just now."
    	"Did you find out who called?" Tony asked Jimmy.
    	"No," Jimmy replied. "But I wouldn't be surprised if that was
    what that asshole next door meant when he said that he had a better way
    to deal with us."
    	We resumed our activity and decided to watch the video that Jimmy
    had just shot of Tony "disturbing the peace" in the neighbor's back
    yard. It was fun to watch Tony make such boisterous remarks about
    shitting in his diapers. At the same time, though, I was pissed that we
    didn't get back at his neighbor and I felt guilty that I nearly got
    Jimmy in trouble.
    	"Sorry about that," I told Jimmy. "It was my idea and I didn't
    expect it to backfire." At this time I cut a loud fart into my diapers.
    	"You mean backfire like you just did?" Jimmy said, assuring me
    that he had no hard feelings.
    	"That's cool," I said. "But I'm still pissed that we didn't catch
    your neighbor doing what he did yesterday."
    	"That's all right, we'll still get back at him," Jimmy said.
    "After all, Halloween's coming up."
    	At this point Tony and I decided that we had better get going
    since it was past three and his parents were due home sometime within
    the next hour.
    	"See you in school tomorrow," we told Jimmy as we each put our
    pants back on and left.
    	On the ride back Tony and I talked about the police officer
    visiting Jimmy's house.
    	"I'll bet you a dozen Thickies diapers-- cloth Thickies diapers,
    that is-- that Jimmy's neighbor called the cops on us."
    	"Probably so, but how do you know for sure?" Tony asked.
    	"Who else would have called the cops because they heard some kid
    shouting? Shit, kids shout all the time, and during the daytime most
    people probably think nothing of it. At night I could understand. God,
    how I just want to either key his car or stuff it full of stinky, poopy
    diapers just like what those other kids did to Mr. Brown's car. I think
    that would be funny, especially since it's one of those luxury cars." I
    added a snooty sort of accent on the last two words.
    	"Yeah, but if we did that he'd *know* it was us," Tony said.
    	"You're right, and I don't think I could really do that to
    anyone's car, well, maybe Hugh's car if he had one."
    	Tony followed me to my house. We went inside, took our pants off
    and sat down on the couch, joining Lisa, who was watching a movie.
    	"How are you guys?" she asked us.
    	"Fine," we said.
    	"Do I have to put up with *both* of you and smell your stinky
    butts for the rest of the afternoon?" Lisa asked us.
    	"If you want to, sure," I said. "We'll be quiet, we promise. We
    can't guarantee anything as far as keeping the butt-stinkiness down,
    though."
    	"I can guarantee that you *won't* keep that down!" Lisa said as
    she returned to watching her movie.
    	Tony and I then got up and went to my bedroom. Lisa hollered for
    us to come get our pants and not just leave them on the floor. I went
    back to get them, reminding Lisa how she used to pick up my pants and
    lock them away the minute she had them taken off of me.
    	"I seriously doubt that you wanted to know where your pants were
    then, anyway, or would have tried to find them, and right now I'm not
    concerned that you're going to want to put them on," Lisa replied.
    	I returned to my bedroom and found Tony lying in my crib. He
    asked me to shut the door, so of course I did. I then climbed up in my
    crib to join him. He then picked up a printout of one of my stories
    that I kept tucked in between the frame of the crib and the mattress.
    He picked it up and started reading it out loud. While he was reading
    it he massaged his dick through his diaper. I lay back and massaged
    myself through my solid diapers as I listened to him read the story
    that I had recently completed. I ran both of my hands over where my
    dick would be had it not been buried under such a thick bunch of
    diapers. I had peed so much into my diapers in one shot and I felt more
    wetness than I was used to around my genitals. The golden liquid still
    felt warm as my diapers retained its heat. Tony got to a really intense
    scene where I wrote about a boy who was diapered in six Thickies and
    was given daily doses of laxatives by his three sisters to make him
    shit enough to soak his diarrhea though to all of his diapers. They did
    this while they had the boy's friend bound behind the boy with his
    hands and feet tied. The friend was forced to stick his nose into the
    diapered butt of the first boy and smell his poop. This was so that his
    friend could get acclimated to wearing diapers all the time, and of
    course his friend was also diapered in six Thickies with his own sister
    present to witness what her brother was going through to be acclimated
    to the environment he would be living in all the time.
    	Tony couldn't read on any farther. He had to set the story down
    and then finish off what the story had started for him. Listening to
    Tony read it made it sound like it was someone else's story,
    reintroducing the element of surprise that I felt is usually lost when
    reading one's own story. We were so busy with ourselves that we didn't
    think to mutually masturbate each other. Within a minute both of us
    were coming in our diapers. We then rolled over towards each other and
    collapsed in each other's arms. Once we had our breath back Tony asked
    me how I can stand to write stories like that and not lose control.
    	"It's not easy," I told him. "It took me five or six sessions to
    get through that part, and each time I worked on it I couldn't help but
    to jack off. One time I had to do it right there at the computer while
    my sisters were watching TV. They still knew that I had done it when
    they heard me breathing hard and saw how red my face was. That, and
    Cindy saw what I had written on the computer screen."
    	"Well, from what I hear from the other boys at school, at least
    you don't leave *other* evidence on the screen, or the keyboard, if you
    know what I mean."
    	"Yeah, thank goodness we wear diapers, huh?" I commented.
    	It was a little after 4:00. Tony and I rested for about twenty
    minutes and talked about how to spend the rest of the afternoon.
    	"You got homework to do?" Tony asked me.
    	"Don't remind me, you sound like my Mom," I said.
    	"Sorry," Tony apologized.
    	"That's all right, I knew you didn't mean it that way," I said.
    "I just don't want to do it. Weekend homework sucks."
    	"So what do you want to do?" Tony asked me. "That is, *want* to
    do?"
    	"Well, we could go over to Luke's and Nathan's house," I
    suggested. "It's been a little while since we were there."
    	"Sure," Tony agreed.
    	"And we can show them how to play strip/diaper poker," I
    suggested.
    	"Are you going to change so you can play?" Tony asked me.
    	"Nah, I thought I could just explain it and watch you three guys
    play," I said.
    	"Okay, whatever suits you," Tony said. "Get it, suits?"
    	"I ought to club you for that one," I remarked.
    	"Aww come on, Chris, have a heart!" Tony fired back. I was hard-
    pressed to come up with any zingers for "spade" or "diamond." Instead I
    just said, "well, we don't deal in suits anyway. Suits are for boring
    business people and for boring teachers like Mr. Eastman. We have
    'diapers' in our game."
    	"Yeah, this is my 'suit' as far as I'm concerned," Tony said as
    he pointed to his diaper, the front of which was soaked from a day's
    worth of pee.
    	"Well, if there's such a thing as a twelve-piece suit and my
    diapers are my 'suit', then, well, this is it here," I remarked,
    referring to the dozen diapers that I had on.
    	Tony and I realized how lame our attempts at humor were getting,
    so we decided that we'd better get going since we'd have less than
    three hours before it got too dark to be out riding bikes and we had to
    allow for twenty minutes each way. I called Nathan to make sure he and
    Luke were home and if we could come over. Seeing that they were home
    and said that we could visit, Tony and I proceeded with our plan.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 170
    ----------------------------

    	Just before Tony and I put our pants on I asked him if we should
    make one more pantsless exposed-diaper-butt run through the
    neighborhood before the weather really got too cold for us to do this
    until next spring. It was early October and most of the trees were
    still green. We hadn't even had our first frost yet. A quick channel-
    flip to the Weather Channel indicated that it was 67 degrees.
    	"Sure, what the hell," Tony said. With this, we each tossed our
    pants into my room and went outside in only our diapers and then got on
    our bikes. We went down the street and headed towards Luke's and
    Nathan's house. I had to admit I felt a little silly standing there at
    the street corner straddling the bar of my bike with my diapers fully
    in view to people driving by since I hadn't done this sort of thing in
    a little while. I just hoped that I would be ready to do it again next
    spring. A few people stared when they realized that we didn't even have
    shorts on; a couple people honked. When the traffic cleared we went
    across the street. We rode along the street seeing a few people out and
    about on the early autumn Sunday afternoon. As we approached Chuck's
    house we slowed down and then stopped once we saw that he and Steve
    were rolling around on their skateboards.
    	"Oh shit, it's trouble at twelve o'clock," I said.
    	"They're on skateboards, they can't catch us," Tony said.
    	"You're right, but they'll still try to get us if they see us," I
    said. "Let's take the other way around, even though it's longer."
    	"We can't always be afraid of them, Chris," Tony said.
    	"You know what, Tony, you're right, screw 'em if they can't
    handle the fact that we like to wear diapers!"
    	With this, Tony and I resumed riding our bikes, getting ourselves
    up to speed so that Chuck and Steve wouldn't be able to catch us. As we
    approached them they heard us coming and then they looked at us.
    	"Hey look, it's the diaper dorks!" Chuck said.
    	"Can't you come up with something other than that?" I asked him
    since I had remembered him calling us this before. They tried to catch
    us anyway. Steve was carrying a Mountain Dew bottle with him. Behind me
    I heard him yell, "Here, this will make you wet your diaper!"
    	He then threw the bottle at me! It just barely grazed my elbow.
    It missed Steve's intended target, which was an easy target considering
    the size of my diapers, especially the rear. Instead the bottle bounced
    off of my elbow and left a little Mountain Dew splashed on the back
    side of my forearm before it twirled on its descent to the ground. It's
    remaining contents fizzed and spilled out the bottle's opening as
    tumbled towards the gutter. I was somewhat disgusted by his flagrant
    waste of a beverage all in an attempt to sabotage me.
    	"You missed, asshole!" I shouted behind me. "You couldn't even
    hit the broad side of my diaper butt!"
    	"You'll need more than just diapers by the time I'm through with
    you!" Steve shouted. Tony mocked him by repeating his threat in a
    sarcastic voice.
    	"I ought to turn you in for littering!" I said before Tony and I
    managed to get far enough ahead of the two cretins.
    	"They don't give up, do they?" I commented.
    	"No, but that's their problem," Tony replied. A few minutes later
    we arrived at Luke's and Nathan's house. While they weren't surprised
    that we had just diapers on since we had done this before, they weren't
    expecting us to have come over like this at this point into the season.
    Of course they were in just their diapers, too and had been ever since
    they got home from school on Friday afternoon. We spent the afternoon
    telling them about our misadventures with Jimmy's neighbor and his
    attempts to get us in trouble. I promised to show them the video we
    took of the girl interviewing us about our diapers at next weekend's
    meeting.
    	After this I told Luke and Nathan about playing strip/diaper
    poker. I explained to them how it worked, emphasizing the fact that we
    didn't actually strip naked and would wear a disposable diaper
    underneath. Since I was already diapered up so heavily and didn't want
    to take them all off I thought that I would just sit it out and let the
    other boys play, but Luke and Nathan were both mega-diapered in their
    Thickies, too, and their mom had just changed both of them before they
    left to visit with Luke's and Nathan's aunt and uncle, having already
    left before we came over.
    	"So how we do play then?" Nathan asked.
    	"Well, what we could do is just put ten more diapers on over the
    ones we got on now," I suggested.
    	"That would be impossible," Luke said. "Look, I'm diapered to the
    max here." He demonstrated by showing us how many layers he could see
    as he looked down, counting them out loud. As I watched him count the
    layers my penis stiffened.
    	"Me, too," Nathan added as he stuck out his gut to show off his
    diaper-covered tummy. It was already plainly obvious that I was super-
    diapered, as always, so there was no need for me to point it out to
    anyone. Tony was the only one who wouldn't have had to remove umpteen
    diapers in order to play strip/diaper poker since he was just wearing
    the one disposable, a Thickies, but it was still just one single diaper
    unit. I was ready to say "screw it" and hold off on the strip/diaper
    poker game until another time, perhaps play it after the meeting next
    Saturday. Luke then suggested that we just use a stack of cloth diapers
    for "stakes", not that we were actually going to keep what we won; we
    just needed to use something that would be in the theme of diapers. We
    all agreed with this alternative and added to it. We decided that
    diaper pins, of which there was a very abundant supply, would be worth
    one point, a disposable diaper was worth five points, and a cloth
    diaper was worth ten points. Each of us was given a "stake" of a
    hundred points, consisting of five cloth diapers (50 points), five
    disposable diapers (25 points) and twenty-five diaper pins (25 points).
    	Before we began the game I made sure Luke and Nathan were both
    familiar with the game of poker, which they were. They admitted to
    playing the actual strip version of the game a couple of times.
    	"We like your version better," Luke said. I told him that there
    were some other differences, namely what the various hands were called.
    I wrote out for them what we called all the hands and I told Luke I'd
    bring him a printed copy of the rules with me to school tomorrow.
    	The game was underway and it wasn't long before I had amassed
    over 30 points, including a cloth diaper that Nathan had wagered when
    he confidently held a straight (straight pin), only for me to beat him
    with a full house. Luke lost a cloth diaper to me when he wagered it on
    a three of a kind (triple diapers), which my full house (full diapers)
    beat him on. The luck went back and forth. I was down to 70 at one
    point and up to 188 at my peak. When the game was declared over I came
    out the winner with 134 points, including eight cloth diapers, six
    disposables, and 24 diaper pins. Too bad I couldn't keep them all.
    Perhaps another day we'd play "for keeps" with our diapers. Tony just
    about broke even with 103 points. Luke had 91 points and Nathan took
    the greatest loss, winding up with 72 points. At least nobody lost his
    shirt, or, well, his diapers.
    	We played until we started to get tired of it. By this time it
    was about 6:15. I wanted to stay and watch "America's Funniest Home
    Videos" with Luke and Nathan. Their parents were still gone at the
    time, but Luke assured me they wouldn't mind us staying. When I called
    Mom she asked me to come home since she knew I hadn't done any homework
    the entire weekend. Tony's mom gave him the same story. We didn't argue
    this since we knew we'd lose, at least I knew I would.
    	"I guess we'd better get going," I said. "We don't want to miss
    'America's Diaper-Butt Boys on Video', you know," I said. Luke
    understood and said he'd see us tomorrow. Just as Tony and I were
    getting ready to leave we noticed that the wind had picked up. The 6:00
    weekend edition news was on and they were going into the weather
    segment. The reporter indicated that a cold front was moving in to the
    area at this very moment, bringing showers and much cooler temperatures
    behind it. He also indicated that a rainy pattern would be in the
    forecast for the next few days.
    	"Damn, we'd better haul diaper butt and beat the storm," I said.
    	"It may be too late," Tony said.
    	"When do you think your parents will get back?" I asked Luke.
    	"Hard to say," Luke said. "They're visiting my great uncle; he's
    in the hospital for back surgery. Why do you ask?"
    	"We thought we'd get a ride home if they're expected back soon."
    	"I wouldn't count on it, besides, your mom's expecting you right
    away anyway."
    	"Okay, then we'll scram our smelly behinds out of here," I said
    as Tony and I left. The wind was blowing briskly and it was cold
    against our bare legs. I looked to the western sky, which faced us on
    our way back. I could see the bank of clouds approaching, having
    obscured the sun, low in the sky and due to set within an hour.
    	"We'll need to hurry," I said to Tony as I felt the cold wind
    blasting in my face.
    	"I know," he replied. "Damn this wind!"
    	"We'll be riding against it," I said. Tony and I didn't talk much
    as we fought against the wind. We reached the corner where we usually
    turned if we wanted to avoid Chuck and Steve. We agreed that there was
    no time for this and that they would likely not be outside in such
    weather, anyway. With this we took the direct route home.
    	As we approached Chuck's house I could see something white lying
    across the road. I wasn't sure what it was. Since the clouds blocked
    the sun there was no glare to obscure my vision and it was easier to
    see the contrast against the dark pavement. It looked like a rope. As I
    got closer I could see that the rope was tied to a mailbox post on the
    other side of the street. The wind was flapping it around. Thinking
    quickly, it looked like Chuck and Steve had been counting on us to come
    back this way and had been waiting so that they could catch our bikes
    on the rope. I figured they didn't count on Mother Nature to have
    foiled their plan, being that I could see the rope plainly in the
    cloud-obscured light of the late afternoon and that the wind was
    blowing the other end of the rope around.
    	"You see what I see?" I asked Tony.
    	"Yeah, I do," he said. "Fuckers."
    	"Just before we get there, slam on your brakes," I told Tony. At
    the moment we did just that, just as Chuck tugged on the rope, hoping
    that he could catch at least one of us with it. As we skidded to a
    sudden stop the rope came up to about the levels of our necks! This
    asshole was playing dirty! He didn't just want to catch our bikes, he
    wanted to choke us!"
    	Having barely escaped possible strangulation, Tony and I both
    skidded to a stop just before the rope. We both looked at Chuck and
    Steve both crouching down behind the parked car that they were using as
    a cover.
    	"Nice try, dumbasses," I said to Chuck and Steve while flipping
    them off along with Tony. We threw the rope over our heads and
    continued on. We heard Chuck and Steve shouting something at us, but we
    couldn't hear them in the wind. Whatever it was, we knew they were
    frustrated and pissed as ever.
    	The wind had picked up even more. We were still about halfway to
    my house when the clouds completely covered the sky. Soon the rain
    began to fall, although it didn't exactly fall as it was driven by the
    wind right into our faces. The rain droplets bounced loudly off of my
    diapers as they pelted the surface of my plastic pants, as if to try
    penetrating the strong layer of vinyl. My jacket kept my chest and arms
    dry, but my face and my legs were wet and my socks were soaked. Tony
    decided to come with me instead of splitting off to head for his house
    in the storm. Everything looked dark, not just because evening was
    setting in or that there were storm clouds hovering above, but there
    were no lights on in any of the houses. When we got to my house and
    went inside we were greeted by candlelight. We must have lost our
    electricity.
    	"Did the power go out?" I asked Lisa as she was reading by
    candlelight.
    	"No, we're just trying to save on our power bill," she replied
    sarcastically. "Of course the power's out! What do you think, silly?"
    	"I guess that was a dumb question, wasn't it?" I said to Tony as
    we went into the kitchen.
    	"I'm glad you're home, Chris," Mom said. "I was ready to come and
    pick you up."
    	"You boys are wet," Mom said as she took my jacket.
    	"They're always wet, Mom," Cindy said. "They were diapers all the
    time, after all."
    	"Where are your pants?" Mom asked me.
    	"They're in my bedroom," I said.
    	"Did you take them off already?"
    	"I took them off before Tony and I left," I replied.
    	"You rode to Luke's and Nathan's house in your diapers? In this
    weather?"
    	"It wasn't like this when we left. Actually, it was kind of warm,
    so we thought we'd get in one last exposed-diaper run."
    	"If it weren't for frostbite you'd probably go out there in just
    your diapers on the coldest day of the year," Mom said.
    	"Well, so much for 'America's Funniest', I said. "Unless the
    power comes back on before then."
    	"Maybe we've got power at our place," Tony said.
    	"It's out all over," Dad said. Dad was sitting at the kitchen
    table reading by candlelight listening to a portable radio, which was
    delivering the news of the power outage.
    	"The radio station's got power," I commented.
    	"It's out all around here, it's not a total blackout," Mom
    clarified.
    	"Well, I guess that means no homework, either," I said happily.
    	"Not so fast," Mom said. "Lots of schoolchildren before you did
    their homework by candlelight, so there's no reason you can't do it,
    too."
    	"Aww, mom!" I said. She ignored this.
    	"And our nation still produced many great presidents before we
    had electricity," Dad added.
    	"Well, can Tony at least stay?" I asked Mom.
    	"Actually, I got homework to do, too, and it's at my house," Tony
    said.
    	"I'll run you home, Tony," Mom told him. Mom at least let me ride
    with him. My dad gave Tony a flashlight so he could locate his
    belongings. Tony grabbed his stuff, including his pants, although he
    didn't put them back on. Both of us went out to the car in just our
    diapers. As Mom drove to his house we listened to the radio, not for
    music, but for information on the power outage. We were on the edge of
    the affected area, according to the reports. "Crews are scrambling to
    restore power to those areas affected, but it may take another two to
    three hours," the announcer said. We could also see streetlights
    glowing nearby.
    	"Lucky bastards," I thought to myself. I hated having to miss
    "America's Funniest Home Videos" since there was almost always at least
    one good diapered boy scene in each show. I was hoping Tony's house
    would have lights on so I could go in with him and watch my show, but
    his house, too, was totally dark. Mom made sure he got into his house
    okay before she left. Kara greeted Tony at the front door with a
    flashlight. I shouted "goodbye" to Tony as Mom pulled away.
    	Before we went home Mom drove to KFC where they had power and
    decided to pick up dinner. As expected, everyone else was there, too.
    Since I had no pants to wear and was in just my diapers Mom told me to
    stay put while she ran in to get some chicken and some side dishes. I
    saw a group of girls around my age in the lobby and I felt tempted to
    go in there and show off my diapers, but I didn't want to embarrass
    Mom. I decided to stay in the car. As the thought of doing this got me
    excited I started rubbing myself through my thick diapers. Some people
    must have seen me jacking off in the car seat while they walked between
    our car and the minivan next to us, but by the time I realized they had
    seen me it was too late. I managed to bring myself to ejaculation, as I
    looked at all those girls clad in blue jeans, wishing they could all
    see and smell my heavily diapered butt and then change me into some
    clean diapers.
    	Mom left me the keys so that I could listen to the radio.
    Unfortunately my two favorite rock stations were off the air, so I had
    to settle for an adult contemporary station instead. It was pretty lame
    sitting there with nothing to do while listening to Kenny G. I
    continued to watch the people inside standing in line. I only saw a
    couple little boys, and from where I was unable to determine if they
    had diapers on. There were some older boys, too, and I thought about
    them as diaper wearers, but chances were unlikely that they were
    wearing any diapers. I shifted my attention back to the girls in spite
    of having shot my load into my diapers, but been even doing this
    started to get dull.
    	I started rummaging through the glove compartment just to see if
    there was anything worth reading in there. There was a map of Idaho,
    but I didn't want to unfold it since I had a hard time refolding such
    maps. I then found a Kidz Klothez receipt dated February 20, 1993,
    which must have been when Mom bought some new diapers for my birthday.
    They were the Rump Wraps brand of cloth diapers, the "Ultra-Sorb"
    variety. These were the ones that I often wore before Thickies came out
    and took exclusive precedence. She also bought half a dozen of them
    along with two eight-packs of jumbo diaper pins and three pairs of
    "EHR" plastic pants according to the receipt. After a few seconds of
    thinking I figured out stood for "extra high rise."
    	After I looked at the amounts of each item (which surprised me
    how much they had cost) and figured out the total with tax (I was right
    on, by the way) I resorted to reading the car's manual. By this time it
    was getting too dark to read anything. At this time the family whose
    minivan was parked next to us came out. A teenage girl got in on the
    passengers side and opened the side door for her two little brothers.
    They didn't notice, but the girl looked at me sitting there. She must
    have been able to see that I had diapers on as they contrasted against
    the darkness of everything else around. I could tell she noticed by the
    smirk on her face before she got into the front seat. Since she was
    staring and had undoubtedly brought it to the attention of her
    brothers, I decided to "advertise" my diaper advocacy to the boys, as
    well as to their sister, who'd hopefully change them. I got up on my
    knees and stuck my butt to them. I wasn't able to tell how they
    reacted, but as I returned to my seated position I saw the two boys
    with their noses pressed up against the glass. Once again I had done my
    good diaper-boy deed. Even though I had just jacked off, my penis was
    starting to stiffen up as I got in some diaper exhibition after all.
    	Having just witnessed this scenario I thought of a story to
    write. It gave me something to think about while I waited for Mom to
    come back out with the food. About twenty minutes later she finally
    came out, carrying a 16-piece bucket along with four side dishes and
    six biscuits. I opened the door for Mom and she handed me some of the
    containers.
    	"Busy," Mom said.
    	"I saw that," I commented.
    	"It's to be expected when the power goes out," Mom said. The
    chicken smelled so good and I couldn't wait to get home to eat it.
    	After I ate dinner by candlelight Mom gave me a candle to take
    into my room so that I could do my homework. It was hard to read, but
    at least I got my math done as well as my social studies. By this time
    it was after 9:00 and the power was still off. Because of this, Cindy
    had to do my diaper change by candlelight as well. She jokingly picked
    up the candle and moved it towards my crotch, suggesting that she
    should try to burn the poop off of my butt.
    	"No!" I said.
    	"I'm just kidding," Cindy said. "Besides, it would smell even
    worse if I did that. You ever smell burnt poop before?"
    	"Uhh, no," I said.
    	"Oh wait, you weren't with us that Halloween," Cindy said. "You
    were stuck at home in your diapers and didn't go out."
     	I asked her what she did that year.
    	"Me and Gina lit a bag of dog shit on fire and left it on this
    one guy's porch. He was our science teacher and we hated him."
    	Thinking about Jimmy's neighbor and what he said about Halloween
    coming up, this gave me an idea to suggest to Jimmy.
    	Before Cindy diapered me I asked her to hand me the candle again.
    	"What for?" she asked as she placed it in my hand. I then held
    the flame down close to my crotch. Cindy was watching, probably
    wondering what I was doing. I had a powerful fart waiting to be
    released due in part to the baked beans I had eaten with my chicken. As
    I let my butt gas out it caught fire and made a sudden "FWOOMP!" sound
    as a blue-orange flame erupted from between my legs. A steady stream of
    gas kept the flatulence flame lit for a while.
    	"Chris!" Cindy exclaimed. "I can't believe you did that!"
    	"I've always wanted to try that, but since I'm usually in
    diapers, I can't."
    	"Chris, now it really smells in here!" Cindy complained.
    	"Doesn't it always?" I said.
    	"Yeah, but I mean, it smells worse!" Cindy said as she tried to
    fan the pungent odors of burnt farts away from her face.
    	"Next power outage, I'll use a flashlight," Cindy said as she
    proceeded with diapering me. Even in the low light, Cindy could see
    just fine as she wiped me up, then powdered my butt and balls. She then
    sprinkled the excess powder from her hands over the candle, causing the
    powder particles to spark as they hit the flame. She then stacked up
    several Thickies diapers before applying each of the huge plies of
    cotton tightly to my body, pulling them up into my crotch and fastening
    them up.
    	"I've done this so long I probably could have done it in the
    dark," Cindy said.
    	"I don't want you sticking me with those pins, though," I told
    her.
    	"Well, since these diapers come up so high on you, they're a long
    ways from where you wouldn't want them sticking you, if you know what I
    mean," Cindy said.
    	"Yeah, but that still doesn't mean I want them stuck into my side
    of my ribs," I said.
    	It was 9:47 according to my watch when the power finally came
    back on. With this I reset my alarm clock and went around to reset all
    the other digital clocks in the house. I got in what pleasure reading I
    could get before bedtime. I quickly hammered out my daily diary entry
    on the computer and added a few notes that I had brainstormed to my
    story ideas file before going to bed.