    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 81
    ---------------------------

    	After Cindy and I finished watching the movie I went over to the
    computer to resume writing my essay on my feelings about toilet
    training, hoping to have it ready to share with the others at the next
    club meeting. I never thought that I could write with so much
    conviction in my words, but as I read back through what I had written,
    it was turning out to be quite a diatribe to say the least. I was
    having fun with it, denouncing all the tricks that parents try to use
    to force their kids out of diapers. I also wrote strongly about the
    punishments and the threats that I received when I didn't use the
    potty. I felt my anger and my seething resentment resurfacing as I
    thought back to how I was treated. I knew the club members would enjoy
    reading my essay and would likely agree with it.
    	After I got tired of thinking of what to write on the essay, I
    switched to working on my ongoing autobiography about my lifetime of
    wearing diapers. Okay, so there were a few years of non-diaper wearing
    occurring between the ages four and eight, the "Dark Years" as I call
    them, but my relentless resolve to get my diapers back did not die
    during this bleak period, so I still felt that it was good enough to
    call it a lifetime of wearing diapers.
    	I still wasn't sure what I would call the finished product. I
    planned to continue writing about my diaper experiences right up to my
    eighteenth birthday, thus hoping to have a complete chronicle of my
    childhood experiences with wearing diapers. I had about five and a half
    years left to decide on the title.
    	It was going to be a big story, too, since I had several years
    left to go in my childhood and I was sure to have many more experiences
    to report. I had already written over two hundred pages chronicling my
    life from what I could remember about toilet training and what my
    family told me about it, up to when I was eight years old going on nine
    and had just gotten put into diapers. I still had to fill in the
    details from when I was nine years old. When I was ten I decided to
    start keeping a daily diary on the computer about my diapers, so I
    would use these entries for constructing my life story about wearing
    diapers. I got the idea from the TV show "Doogie Howser, M.D." At first
    I called it my "diaper diary", but eventually the inevitable
    contraction of these words came about and thus I coined the word
    "diaper-y", appropriately enough. At first I called it my "diary-eah"
    but decided to change it to "diaper-y" as "diary-eah" was rather corny-
    sounding, although often times just as appropriate.
    	My parents bought our computer back then, a 386 DX40 with 4
    megabytes of RAM (upgraded to 8 megabytes) and a 120 megabyte hard
    drive. My parents let me use the computer for this purpose as long as I
    kept my "diaper-y" (diary about my diapers) files on my own floppy
    disks. The computer was outdated now and my parents had been talking
    about buying one of the new Pentium models that were out now, so I was
    hoping to get the old system when they did. It would sure be useful for
    keeping the club records and other diaper-related files.
    	I had a lot to write about today, so I spent the next hour or so
    thinking back upon the day and all the events that occurred with the
    first D.B.A. club meeting. As I was thinking about using the baby
    bottle that I borrowed from Derek and the possibility that Megan would
    sneak over later tonight, the day wasn't quite over with just yet.
    	By the time I finished writing today's entry I was starting to
    get tired. I was thinking about that bottle lying in the middle of the
    floor in my bedroom. I wanted to get it and fill it up with some milk
    and then take it back into my room and lie in my crib and suck on it.
    Cindy was still in the living room watching TV and talking to Gina on
    the phone. After she hung up she got up from her chair and went into
    the bathroom. I decided this was my chance.
    	I ran into my room and I located the bottle lying on the floor. I
    picked the bottle up and then I hurried out to the kitchen and went to
    the refrigerator. I poured milk into the bottle and then I carried it
    with me back to my bedroom. I shut the door and I turned on the lamp
    next to my crib since I didn't want to be in the dark, but I didn't
    want the overhead light on, either.
    	I lay on my back and I put my legs up in the air, acting just
    like a baby. I held the bottle in both of my hands and stuck the nipple
    into my mouth. Slowly I extracted the contents of the bottle and most
    of the milk went into my mouth. Some of it dripped on my chin, though.
    I couldn't believe I was doing this, but it seemed like it would be so
    much fun to do, and it was. I pretended that I was just like a little
    baby boy again, having nothing to do but lie there feeling secure in my
    crib drinking from my ba-ba.
    	My diapers were wet and messy as always and my Mommy would be in
    soon to change me. Instead of my actual Mom or my sisters, I thought of
    Megan as being my "Mommy", which made this fantasy seem all the more
    better. My dick was hard and I once again had the urge to jack off,
    which seemed rather unbaby-like. I was thinking back upon the day
    seeing all the other boys who were in diapers all day long, and I was
    also thinking about Megan. Both thoughts produced intense sexual
    feelings, but the diapered boys aroused me more greatly. I wasn't drawn
    to Megan because of diapers, but because she was, well, a girl and I
    was getting to that age when girls make boys feel this way. It was
    confusing that I had two seemingly distinct levels of sexuality, and by
    having Megan play as my "Mommy" in my thoughts was how I bridged these
    two sides of me.
    	I started masturbating, but then I remembered that I should "save
    it" for Megan in case she should happen to come over later tonight, not
    that I was going to have sex with her, but in case she wanted to play
    with me she wouldn't be disappointed. I went back to sucking on the
    bottle some more. I had consumed about a third of the milk.
    	Suddenly, my bedroom door swung open and I was no longer immersed
    in my fantasy about being babied by "Mommy Megan" as I thought of her.
    Immediately I tossed the bottle down to the floor on the other side of
    my crib. Cindy came into my room and Cotton came running in with her.
    	"What were you doing, Chris?" Cindy asked me.
    	"Just lying here thinking," I said.
    	"I know what sort of 'thinking' you do, Chris," Cindy said to me.
    "What was that you threw down?"
    	"Just a, a magazine," I said, resenting Cindy's nosiness.
    	"Really, must be a nudie mag," Cindy said. "Why would you hide it
    otherwise?"
    	"I don't *have* any nudie mags," I replied back to Cindy. She was
    taken aback by the ways my eyes shot daggers at her for this comment.
    	"Oh, that's right, Chris, you like to look at diapered boys
    instead," Cindy said. "I thought after what you and Megan probably did
    together while I was in the bathroom, you were changing your ways or
    something."
    	Cotton hopped up onto my crib and he came over to me. He hopped
    up onto me, walking over my thick diapers and then onto my chest. He
    began licking my chin, getting a taste of the milk that I had dribbled
    onto it.
    	"Time to change your diapers," Cindy told me. Cotton took a few
    more licks of my chin, getting every last bit of milk he could get.
    	"Wow, Chris, Cotton really likes you tonight," Cindy commented.
    	"Yeah, he's really purring up a storm," I commented as I stroked
    the cat's back and gently patted his little head. I gently scratched
    his little chin a couple times. Cindy pulled the gate down on my crib
    and told me to get on the floor. I didn't want to make Cotton get up
    off of me, but my diapers were wet and dirty and I needed to be
    changed. I assumed my position on the changing table and I let Cindy do
    her work. She diapered me to the max, as this was pretty much the norm
    now, having achieved what seemed like the absolute upper limit of
    diaperdom.
    	"Has Lisa come home yet?" I asked Cindy.
    	"No, but I wouldn't worry about her," Cindy said. "She'll be all
    right."
    	"Isn't she out after curfew?" I said.
    	"Yeah, but that doesn't stop a lot of people from going out after
    hours. As a matter of fact, if I recall, you and Tony have been known
    to make a few overnight runs yourselves, and in your diapers,
    nonetheless."
    	"We do that in the daytime, too," I added.
    	"True, but what if you were stopped for curfew and you were
    caught in your diapers? Ever thought about that?"
    	"We were almost caught the day we went over to Nathan's and
    Luke's house."
    	"You'll get caught one of these days, Chris, just you wait."
    	As Cindy was working the pins into my diapers, she accidentally
    knocked the diaper pin container (an empty diaper wipes tub) onto the
    floor.
    	"Shit, dammit!" she grumbled. She spent the next couple minutes
    or so picking up the spilled diaper pins. As most of them had white
    plastic heads on them this made them easy to find, especially the ones
    that spilled underneath my crib.
    	"I want to make sure I pick all of these up. I know how painful
    they are to step on."
    	While Cindy was on her hands and knees picking up the diaper pins
    she noticed the bottle lying on the floor underneath my crib. She
    stopped for a moment and went over to my crib, where she went down
    underneath it and retrieved it.
    	"Ahh, what's this?" she said. She picked up the bottle and
    brushed off the dust bunnies that were clinging to it.
    	"Did baby boy woose his baw-baw?" Cindy said as she showed it to
    me. "So this was what you tried to hide from me, eh?"
    	I really didn't know what to say. All I said was, "I just wanted
    to see what it was like."
    	"How cute," Cindy said. "You're regressing more and more each
    day, Chris. By the time you're an adult you'll be back to being a
    newborn again! Where did you get this, anyway?"
    	"I got it from Derek next door," I said.
    	"Oh, so he uses bottles, too?"
    	"His brother Steven does," I answered.
    	"I wouldn't be surprised if Derek uses them, too," Cindy said.
    She set the bottle aside and continued pinning on the diaper she was
    working on. She then proceeded with the remaining diapers and then she
    put on the plastic pants. When she was done she stuck the bottle into
    my mouth.
    	"Here's your bottle, baby boy," Cindy said as she got up and left
    my room.
    	"Uhh, thanks," I said as I took the bottle out of my mouth just
    so I could talk.
    	"Good night, baby brother," she told me as she closed the door.
    	I took the bottle with me as I got back into my crib. With the
    lamp still on I lay there and drank more of the milk. It was starting
    to get lukewarm and losing its chill, but it was still drinkable. Again
    I had milk on my chin that was licked off by Cotton's sandpaper-like
    tongue. I turned out the light and lay in the dark, hoping Megan would
    show up at my window as she said she would do.
    	It had been about thirty minutes and Megan still hadn't shown. I
    didn't see any light coming from underneath my bedroom door. I went to
    my window and turned the fan off so I could listen for the TV. It had
    been turned off. I still wasn't 100% sure if Cindy had gone to bed, so
    I got up and quietly exited from my room. The house was quiet and dark.
    While I was up I decided to refill my bottle with more milk. Before I
    went back to bed I tip-toed down to the girls' room. I put my ear to
    the door. All I could hear was the fan in their room, so even if Cindy
    were still awake she wouldn't have heard me. I then returned to my room
    and I returned to my crib with my baby bottle.
    	A moment later I heard someone tapping on my window. It scared
    the hell out of me in spite of the fact that I was expecting Megan to
    show up. A moment later I heard the tapping again, and then a voice.
    	"Chris? You in there?" I heard her whisper, though she had to
    whisper more loudly to be heard over the fan. I sat up and I could tell
    that it was Megan's voice. I then turned on the light and I could see
    her face through the screen. I told her to meet me at the front door. I
    also explained to her that Lisa was still out and that she may come
    home any minute.
    	"If you see anyone pull in or pull up to the house, just leave;
    I'll understand why," I told her.
    	I got up from my crib once again and I quietly went to the front
    door. I never knew how loudly plastic pants could crinkle until I paid
    attention to their noise in otherwise absolute silence. I opened the
    door slowly and quietly, hoping that Cotton wouldn't sprint outside. I
    told Megan to take her shoes off before coming into the house. I then
    quietly closed the door and locked it. I didn't want to risk getting
    caught by Cindy with Megan behind me, so we hurried back to my bedroom.
    I closed the door as quietly as I could.
    	I couldn't believe that Megan was in my house and in my bedroom
    alone with me at nearly one in the morning! The only risk I was taking
    was for Cindy to barge in on me or for Lisa to come home without any
    forewarning, so whatever we did, we had to be quiet about it.
    	`"Well, you made it," I said nervously to Megan. She was smiling
    at me, looking down at my thick diapers, knowing that I had a hard-on.
    	"So, what do you want to do?" Megan asked me, as if she needed to
    ask. My mouth felt so dry and I could have used a drink from my baby
    bottle.
    	"I dunno," I said. I was so nervous and afraid of Cindy hearing
    anything that we said or did. I turned the fan back on to drown out our
    voices. We sat for a few minutes and talked about different things,
    though we both knew what was on each other's minds. Megan pulled down
    on my plastic pants and played with the pins.
    	"May I ask you something, Chris?" Megan whispered.
    	"You already did," I replied.
    	"Now, now, don't start that bit with me now," she said, knowing
    how I was usually irritated by people who asked me this question.
    	"Go ahead, ask," I whispered back to her.
    	"How many diapers are you wearing?" Megan asked me as she tried
    to count the number of layers covering my stomach. My diapers were so
    tight it was hard for her to tell.
    	"Lots," I said. "I've got lots of diapers on," I replied. Even
    more than enjoying hearing myself say this, I enjoyed saying it to
    Megan even more. I asked her to repeat it back to me.
    	"You have lots of diapers on, Chris," she said. "Lots of thick,
    white diapers." She continued to play with my diaper pins. "And you
    have lots of diaper pins, too. Are all your diapers pinned this way?"
    	I nodded my head.
    	"How many diapers are there?" she asked again.
    	"More than a dozen," I replied. "Plus three Thickies diapers."
    	"I think there's more," she replied. "Hard to tell, you're
    wearing so many of them."
    	"That's how I'm always diapered," I told her.
    	"Well, we'll be here all night, that's for sure," Megan said,
    hinting at what she had on her mind.
    	"That's all right by me," I replied with a smile.
    	"I mean, we'll be here all night just taking all your diapers
    off," she replied.
    	"I know," I sighed, wishing for just this moment that I wasn't
    diapered quite so heavily. I knew we couldn't go all the way with as
    many diapers as I was wearing. Getting them back on afterwards so that
    nobody would know that they had been removed would have been difficult
    and risky.
    	Megan decided that she would try kissing me again instead. Both
    of us had raging hormones and something had to be done. She slowly put
    her hands around my shoulders and pulled me closer to her. She then
    locked her lips and mine together. I'm sure a lot of the boys at school
    were not so lucky as to have had their first long, passionate kiss with
    a girl as early as I had mine. God, how desperately my dick needed to
    get out of these thick diapers just for a minute! After about a minute
    of this activity Megan stopped and let go of my shoulders.
    	"Ever see a girl naked before?" Megan whispered to me. This was
    sheer torture for my hard dick being buried in so many layers of
    diapers!
    	"Yeah, my sisters, when we were little," I said.
    	"That doesn't count," Megan said. "I've seen my brothers naked. I
    even changed Scott's diapers a few times when he was little; it's just
    not the same."
    	Megan then lifted her T-shirt and showed me her breasts. They
    were small and not fully developed, but she was starting to take on a
    distinctly female figure. With her shirt still pulled up she then began
    to slowly pull down her sweat pants. She had on very skimpy panties,
    which were dwarfed greatly by my much thicker and larger diapers. She
    stood there, letting me look at her nearly unclothed body.
    	"Wanna take a peak?" she asked me. I hesitated and then said,
    "yeah, uhh, sure."
    	I put my hands on each side of her wide hips and took hold of the
    thin elastic band of her panties. I then slowly pulled them off of her,
    seeing her vagina up close. She had some sprouts of pubic hair forming
    around her private area. There was no way to tell how she was feeling
    since girls don't get hard-ons, but I'm sure she was feeling the female
    equivalent of an erection about now.
    	"Turn around," I told her. "I wanna see your butt."
    	"Sure," Megan said. With this she showed me her bare ass. Her
    cheeks were large and fleshy. Her behind was distinctly different than
    any boys' butt that I had seen. I found it sexually arousing to look at
    it, but it wasn't the same as looking at Tony or any of the other boys
    whose butts were always covered by diapers and usually covered with
    shit, too. The thought of Megan having a diaper on her behind never
    crossed my mind, nor the fact that she farted and pooped out of it in
    the same way that boys did. Again I pondered the way I felt sexual
    stimulation from both boys and girls, but for different reasons.
    	"You like what you see?" Megan asked me.
    	"Yeah," I said.
    	Megan then reached down and pulled up her panties and her sweat
    pants. She also pulled her shirt back down. I wanted to look some more,
    even touch her, but I was already so nervous, mainly because I was
    afraid of getting caught.
    	"Now it's my turn," Megan said. My heart leaped out of my chest.
    I didn't really feel that this was the time or place for her to "play
    doctor" with me. She only had sweat pants and panties to take off, just
    pull them down. I had three Thickies diapers and about a dozen other
    diapers underneath those, each with about a dozen diaper pins.
    	"Good luck," I said as my voice cracked.
    	"What do you mean?" Megan asked me.
    	"Have you looked at my diapers?" I asked her.
    	"How could I miss them?" Megan remarked with a giggle. "They're
    so big and thick on you."
    	"Exactly," I said. I was getting too nervous now and I was trying
    to discourage Megan from going farther. Had we been completely alone,
    this would have been different, but the circumstances we were under
    were not ideal and far too risky. In spite of trying to tell Megan that
    it would take too long for her to get all my diapers off, she went
    ahead and tried anyway. She took off my plastic pants. She looked at
    all the pins that were stuck into my outermost diaper.
    	"You got your work cut out for you," I said to her.
    	"I think I can handle it," Megan said as she began unpinning my
    topmost diaper.
    	"I've got several more diapers on underneath this one, too," I
    said. "And they're all pinned on just as heavily." I was trying to be
    polite in telling her that I really didn't think it was a good idea for
    her to try taking my diapers off.
    	Megan sighed after she had removed the sixth pin from my top
    diaper, realizing for herself how much work this would be for her to
    completely undiaper me.
    	"Maybe you're right, Chris," Megan said, sounding disappointed. I
    knew that her hormones were working overtime and she wanted to explore
    her new feelings, but my diapers proved to be a very formidable barrier
    to fulfilling our sexual desires.
    	"You look cute in your thick diapers, Chris, but there are some
    times I wish your sisters didn't diaper you up so much," Megan
    remarked. With my top diaper still halfway unpinned, Megan tried to
    stick her hand down into the top of my diapers. This, too, proved to be
    too much of an obstacle. My diapers were so high that my hard-on was
    several inches down from the waist, and the remaining diapers were
    pinned on so tightly that she could hardly get her fingers down into
    the front of my diapers. Even the tip of my penis, which was pointing
    straight upward, was far out of reach because of the high and tight-
    fitting diapers.
    	"You're wet, I can tell that much," Megan said as she felt the
    pee-soaked fabric. "How many diapers do you think you're wearing?" she
    asked.
    	"Count 'em," I said as I turned my butt to her. Megan could smell
    the poop in the back of my diapers and said, "uhh, could I count them
    from some other place?" she asked me. "You don't smell very good back
    there."
    	"I never do," I said. "It's probably just as well that you didn't
    take my diapers off right now."
    	I lay down on the floor and let Megan count my diapers from the
    crotch. I spread my legs apart and she knelt down to examine the layers
    of cloth bunched up between my legs. She then counted what she saw.
    	"One, two, three..." she started off. As the first three diapers
    were much thicker, they were easy to see in the dim light, but the
    remaining diapers were packed together more densely and were not as
    distinct.
    	"Ten, I think," Megan said when she was done counting, explaining
    that it was difficult to tell how many diapers were there because of
    the way the innermost layers blended together and were bunched up so
    much.
    	"Close enough," I said. "I'm wearing fifteen diapers. Three
    Thickies and a dozen regular ones." I had known all along how many
    diapers I was wearing, but I wanted to make a game of it and let Megan
    try to find out for herself. Megan giggled when I told her this.
    	"Do I still get a prize?" she asked, in a rather seductive,
    suggestive sort of way.
    	"Yeah, but as we found out already, I really can't give it to you
    now," I said.
    	"Maybe we can get together after school sometime when all you'll
    have on is your disposables," Megan suggested, inferring that she would
    have easier access to my privates. It sounded like a good idea to me. I
    had Megan re-pin my top diaper on. She tried to make it look like
    nobody had tampered with my diapers, and since she had handled cloth
    diapers when she babysat a couple of twin boys who wore them, she
    handled this matter quite nicely. Megan then stood up and saw the baby
    bottle lying in the middle of my crib.
    	"You like to drink from bottles?" Megan asked me as she picked it
    up.
    	"I was just, you know, sort of playing, you know," I said as I
    stammered.
    	"I like to play, too," Megan said. "can I be your Mommy?"
    	"Uhh, yeah, sure," I said. My diaper fantasy was now being
    fulfilled, at least partially, given the constraints we were under.
    Megan stuck the bottle into my mouth and held it there. I nursed on it
    as she knelt down beside me. With her free hand she placed it over my
    diapers, right where my hard dick was buried in thick, piss-wet cloth.
    She then began rubbing me.
    	"Either you're not as big as I thought, or you just have a lot of
    diapers on," Megan said as she realized that she could not feel where
    my dick was.
    	"I have a lot of diapers on," I said. "We both know that by now."
    	"Well, I know you have something down there anyway," Megan said.
    She continued to hold the bottle to my mouth with her right hand while
    massaging me with the left. She then switched sides, realizing that her
    right hand would be more effective, and it was.
    	"Tell me when you do your 'boy thing'," Megan told me.
    	"I'll let you know," I tried to say with the nipple of the bottle
    still in my mouth. It was becoming more difficult to concentrate on
    drinking from the bottle while Megan massaged the front of me through
    my diapers. She then set the bottle down and worked both her hands on
    me at the same time. She brought me to orgasm.
    	"Oh yeah, that's it, yeah, oh yeah," I said. Megan kept going. My
    penis was getting too sensitive to allow her to continue, so I told her
    to stop.
    	"You did it, eh?" she asked me.
    	"Yeah, I did, thanks," I told her. "I don't think mommies usually
    do that when they feed their babies, though." This made Megan laugh.
    	A moment later I heard the front door closing.
    	"Shit! Lisa's home!" I exclaimed. I tossed the bottle up into my
    crib again. "Hide!"
    	"Where?" Megan asked me. She was frantically dancing around the
    room searching for a place to go. She headed towards my closet and hid
    in there. She pulled the closet door shut just as Lisa opened my
    bedroom door.
    	"Chris, what are you doing up so late?" Lisa asked me. Her speech
    was slurred and her eyes looked a tad bit swollen. She also had hickies
    all over her neck.
    	"Why did you get back so late?" I asked her.
    	"Because I was out with friends having a good time, okay?" she
    said. "Why are *you* still up?"
    	"I uhh, I couldn't sleep," I answered.
    	"Well, I hope you weren't doing it because I was out," Lisa said.
    "Not that you really care, anyway."
    	"I do care, Lisa," I said. It appeared that she had been
    drinking. What really disturbed me was that she probably drove home,
    too. She didn't seem too obnoxiously drunk, just a tad tipsy.
    	"You don't give a shit, Chris," she said incoherently. I knew
    that she wouldn't have said this had she been sober. She then went into
    the bathroom. I listened and waited for the toilet to flush. In the
    meantime I turned the light out and pretended to have gone back to bed.
    After it sounded like the coast was clear I turned the light back on.
    	"Megan, come out," I told her. She slowly opened the closet door.
    	"I need to get out of here," Megan said.
    	"I know," I replied. I figured the fastest way for her to get out
    of the house was to have her go out my window. I slowly opened the
    screen and she made her escape. I had to give her big butt a boost as
    she climbed onto the window sill. She then hopped down to the ground.
    As I planted my hands on her butt, covered only in her thin panties and
    sweat pants, I felt my dick try to resurrect itself, but it could only
    do so much after the orgasm that Megan gave me.
    	"Thanks for coming over," I told her.
    	"See you in school if not before," she said back to me. I closed
    the screen again and turned the fan back on. I was so hot now and I
    stood in front of it for several minutes before I climbed back into my
    crib. I took the bottle in my hands and sucked on it some more,
    extracting the rest of the lukewarm milk before falling to sleep at the
    end of a very long and eventful and very fun day.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 82
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    	I woke up to the sound of rain outside my window. It also felt
    significantly cooler in my bedroom than it felt the night before. A
    cold front had swept through overnight and my fan was drawing all the
    cool air in. I departed from the warmth of my crib just long enough to
    sit up and turn the fan off and close the window and then lay back
    down, burrowed beneath the covers. I felt so comfortable and secure. I
    thought about how nice it would be if I had my bottle full with fresh
    milk. I felt like I was suddenly getting hooked on using a bottle. It
    filled a void that I never sensed was there until recently. Was I
    really regressing or was I just trying to satisfy a passing curiosity?
    	Before I got too comfortable I decided to get up again so that I
    could drink from my bottle and be satisfied. I went to the sink and
    washed it out and then filled it up again with more milk. On my way
    back to my room I bumped into Cindy as she was getting out of bed.
    	"Chris, you drinking out of that bottle again?" she asked me. I
    paused for a moment and then asked, "what's wrong with drinking out of
    a baby bottle?"
    	"For you, probably nothing. It'd be like asking you if you're
    wearing diapers again," Cindy responded as she snapped my plastic pants
    and then pulled them down in the back.
    	"Did Lisa say where she was last night?" I asked Cindy as I
    pulled my plastic pants back up.
    	"I dunno, she went straight to bed when she got home. I think she
    had a few drinks last night."
    	"Yeah, that's what I thought," I said, sounding worried. I didn't
    realize that I had nearly given away the fact that I was out of bed at
    that time. By then it was too late to retract what I said.
    	"How did you know she was like that?" Cindy asked.
    	"She came into my room when she got home," I replied.
    	"We're you awake?" Cindy asked.
    	"Yeah, because, well, I was worried," I replied. For the first
    time I felt genuinely concerned for Lisa's well-being.
    	"Will she be okay?" I asked Cindy.
    	"Yes, she'll be okay, but she'll be hung over and she'll probably
    be a bitch when she gets up, so I'll warn you now."
    	"But she drove home like that!" I said, sounding alarmed. "She
    could have gotten a DUI, she could have gotten in a wreck, she could
    have gotten killed! She could have killed someone else!"
    	"Chris, Chris, Chris," Cindy said, putting her arm around me and
    sticking my bottle into my mouth for me. "Relax. She made it home. Lisa
    probably hates herself now for this and hopefully she'll learn her
    lesson," Cindy tried to assure me.
    	I went back into my bedroom and crawled into my crib again. I got
    myself warm again from my own body heat. I sipped away at my milk while
    I thought about Lisa's little indiscretion for awhile until I managed
    to shut this out of my mind and thought about Megan's overnight visit.
    I wish she had gotten all my diapers off, but she had a lot of diapers
    and pins to remove and it just wasn't the time for us to explore these
    feelings. Perhaps I could go over to her house later today since her
    parents weren't home, either.
    	I continued to drink the milk and wet my diapers at the same
    time. I was sitting on a big pile of poop and savoring the feeling of
    my shit coating my balls. It wasn't long before I started rubbing the
    front of my diapers and tending to my morning wood. I thought about
    what might have happened last night if Megan and I had all the time and
    privacy that we needed. I soon ejaculated into my diapers as I dwelled
    on these thoughts.
    	I had fallen back to sleep again as the sound of rain drops
    pitter-pattering on the window lulled me back into my slumber. I woke
    up at about mid-morning and realized that I had only drank about half
    of my milk. I finished it off even though it was a little warm now. I
    then decided to get up for good.
    	Lisa was already up by this time. She was sitting on the couch.
    She was wearing the same clothes she had on last night and she looked
    pretty rough.
    	"Morning," I said to her.
    	"Don't talk to me, I have a headache," she said as she buried her
    head in between her knees. I wasn't sure what to say to her. I asked
    her if she was feeling okay.
    	"I feel like shit, now leave me alone!" she snapped.
    	"Sorry," I said as I backed off, heeding Cindy's warning.
    	"If you need your diapers changed, have Cindy do it," Lisa said.
    "If I smelled your poopy butt right now I'd puke."
    	"Maybe that'll make you feel better," I said. With this I stuck
    my diapered butt into Lisa's face, ensuring that she would get a hearty
    dose of the aroma of my shit.
    	"Here, take a whiff," I said.
    	"Move your butt!" she snapped, pushing her hands against my rump.
    	"But I thought you liked looking at my diapered butt," I said.
    	"Get your butt out of my face!" she said as she slapped my behind
    good and hard. It would have hurt had I not had on so many diapers. The
    force of her hand was enough to thrust my body forward.
    	"Chris, leave her alone," Cindy admonished. "She's not feeling
    well."
    	"You might as well tell him why I'm feeling this way," Lisa said
    as she continued to sit with her head down.
    	"He already knows," Cindy said.
    	"Dammit, I'll never drink beer or anything with alcohol in it
    again!" Lisa said. "Take a lesson from me, Cindy, Chris."
    	"How much did you have?" I asked Lisa.
    	"Three, maybe four beers, shit, I don't remember," Lisa said.
    "I'd be feeling even worse if I weren't so big."
    	"Uhh, I think I'll go to Tony's house," I said, seeing that it
    would be awhile before Lisa would recover from her hangover. Actually,
    I was planning to go to Megan's house.
    	"Are you going out in the rain in your diapers?" Cindy asked me.
    	"Depends on how many diapers you put on me when you change me," I
    replied. Of course I knew she wouldn't go lightly on the diapers just
    so I could wear shorts, especially since I no longer wore shorts over
    my diapers to leave the house, at least during the summer.
    	"It's raining, you know," I said.
    	"So, your plastic pants will keep your diapers dry from the
    outside," Cindy replied. "I take it you're ready for a diaper change."
    	"You mean you can't smell it?" I said to Cindy.
    	"Oh, I can smell it all right, but just because you stink-- and
    you always stink-- doesn't necessarily mean you're ready for a diaper
    change."
    	"Believe me, I am," I said, having deposited extra messy stools
    from the laxative I took yesterday.
    	Cindy followed me to my bedroom where she changed my diapers. She
    brought out a big stack of diapers, reminding me of how I wasn't going
    to have any shorts to wear if I were to go out in the rain. She looked
    up at the baby bottle that I had set on my nightstand and asked me why
    I was suddenly drinking from a baby bottle so much.
    	"It just sounded like a fun thing to try," I said.
    	"So, are you really feeling more and more like a baby?" Cindy
    asked me.
    	"I dunno, I've always felt like a baby around here, being the
    youngest and all," I explained.
    	"Well, Chris, when you're 70 and I'm 72, you'll still be my baby
    brother," Cindy told me. She had to do a lot of work to get my poop
    cleaned up before putting the tall stack of clean diapers on me. After
    I was diapered I was ready to go to Megan's house. I grabbed my jacket
    and put it on. It came down far enough to cover most of my diapers, but
    my butt still stood out prominently as the white diapers contrasted
    against my black jacket. I also grabbed the baby bottle and took it
    with me, hoping that Megan would want to play my "mommy" with me while
    I was there.
    	The rain was still coming down, but I didn't want to be stuck in
    the house with Lisa while she was getting over her hangover. Obviously
    she wasn't up to driving and she wouldn't have driven me to anyone's
    place anyway. She wasn't about to go anywhere for herself, either. I
    went outside and hopped on my bike in the wet weather. I took off down
    the street in diapers and a jacket. I could feel the cool temperature
    on my legs, but my jacket was keeping me warm on top. I rode my bike
    through a couple puddles and the muddy water splashed up onto my legs.
    My plastic pants deflected the water from the puddles and kept my
    diapers dry from the outside.
    	I got to Megan's house and I parked my bike. I felt nervous as I
    was likely going to be seen by Megan's brothers, either at the door or
    after I was inside. I rang the doorbell and pulled down on my jacket,
    trying to conceal my diapers from view in case one of her brothers
    answered. As luck would have it, her little brother came to the door.
    	"Hi," he said. His name was Scott, nine years old. "Who are you?"
    he asked.
    	"I'm Chris, I'm here to see Megan," I answered.
    	"Are you her boyfriend?" he asked me.
    	"I'm a friend, and I'm a boy, so yeah, I guess I am," I replied.
    	"Do you have any pants on?" he asked me as I saw his eyes focused
    on my crotch area, seeing that my legs were too bare for even wearing
    shorts.
    	"Yeah, I have pants on," I replied. I didn't explain that they
    were *plastic* pants, but they were pants.
    	"You're in your underwear!" he said with a smile as he pointed to
    me, seeing my crotch showing below my jacket. "Actually, you look like
    you're wearing diapers."
    	"Well, I am," I said. I lifted my jacket and let Scott see that I
    had diapers on, and very big, thick ones at that.
    	"Is Megan here?" I asked him.
    	"Yeah, she is, I'll go get her," he said, trying to suppress his
    laughter upon seeing that I was wearing diapers. Scott didn't invite me
    in, but I was getting cold and Megan wouldn't have minded if I entered
    her house, so I followed Scott and shut the door behind me. Megan came
    out to the front room and greeted me.
    	"Chris!" she said, sounding surprised. She was in a grungy T-
    shirt and cut-off shorts, apparently her lounging-around-the-house
    clothes. Her hair was uncombed. She was just as cute any way I looked
    at her.
    	"What did you come over for?" she asked me.
    	"I'll explain, I told her.
    	"You came over in your diapers, too, I see," she said as she
    reached for my jacket and took it off of me, fully exposing my diapers
    to Scott.
    	"You're dripping water on the floor," Megan said. "Let's get this
    off of you." She hung my jacket in the closet. She then looked at me
    standing there with my hair dripping wet. The only part of me that was
    dry was my shirt and my recently-changed diapers.
    	"I can't believe you'd wear your diapers out in the rain," she
    said as she looked at me some more.
    	"Can't really wear anything else over them since they're so
    thick," I told her as I squatted down a little and spread my legs apart
    to show her and Scott how thick my diapers were.
    	"Nothing stops you from going around in your diapers, Chris, does
    it?" Megan said as she patted me on the butt.
    	"Why do you wear diapers?" Scott asked me in between suppressed
    giggles.
    	"He just does," Megan replied. "It would take too long to
    explain, Scott."
    	"How old is he?" Scott asked.
    	"Twelve," Megan replied.
    	"I thought diapers were for babies," Scott said cynically.
    	"They're for anyone who doesn't want to use toilets," Megan
    replied.
    	"Why would you not want to use a toilet?" Scott asked, sounding
    skeptical. Apparently my wearing diapers was no longer funny to him.
    	"You weren't potty trained yourself until you were three and a
    half," Megan said. "I remember you saying you didn't want to use the
    potty."
    	"I was three then," Scott argued.
    	"Well, I was two when I was potty trained, so there!" Megan said
    as she stuck her tongue out at her little brother.
    	"Why does he have so many diapers on?" Scott asked.
    	"Because he likes them thick," Megan said as she patted my butt
    again. "You want to try wearing some, Scott?"
    	"Uhh, no thanks," Scott said as he backed away and held his hands
    out in front of him.
    	"You seem to be interested enough in wearing them," Megan said.
    "You're asking a lot of questions about them and you keep staring at
    Chris."
    	"I've just never seen anyone besides a baby in diapers before,"
    Scott said.
    	"You know, Scott, from what I've seen of your underwear in the
    laundry, you should probably wear diapers," Megan suggested.
    	"Oh come on, I had diarrhea, okay?" Scott said in defense.
    	"Okay, but you don't ever wipe your butt since your underwear
    always has skid marks in it," Megan mentioned, causing Scott to feel
    even more embarrassed.
    	"I'm not gonna wear diapers!" Scott insisted.
    	"Sure you won't," Megan said. "I know where to get them."
    	Scott retreated to his bedroom.
    	"Come on, let's go down to the basement," Megan said as she led
    me down the stairs.
    	"Is your older brother here?" I asked Megan.
    	"Oh, Bobby? Yeah, but he's in his room either listening to his
    headphones or jacking off or something like that," Megan said. "Come
    on, nobody ever comes down here to the basement except when they have
    friends over, or when Scott wants to play the Nintendo."
    	Megan led me into the rec room of their house. There was a pool
    table, a dart board and a TV with a Super Nintendo game system
    connected to it. There was also an Atari and several stacks of
    cartridges sitting in the corner that appeared to have been collecting
    dust since the Nintendo apparently took its spot. There were also bean
    bag chairs and an old couch. There wasn't much light in the room as
    there were only a few small windows up towards the ceiling. The rain
    was still pounding on the window panes. I felt glad that I didn't have
    to ride my bike any farther than I did. Megan and I sat on the couch
    and stared at each other.
    	"Well, here we are again," I said with a nervous chuckle.
    	"Yeah, that we are," Megan replied equally as nervously. "So uhh,
    what do you want to do?" I paused for a moment, thinking about what
    this moment might lead to.
    	"Well, you remember that bottle I had last night?" I said.
    	"Yeah?" Megan answered, sounding puzzled.
    	"Well, I brought it with me, so that, well, maybe you could uhh,
    'baby' me."
    	"I'd love to baby you, Chris," Megan said. "My dick was already
    hard. Hearing Megan say this made it go up a couple notches.
    	"I need to go get my bottle," I said. "It's in my jacket,
    upstairs in your closet."
    	"Stay put, I'll go get it," Megan said.
    	"Can you put milk in it?" I asked her.
    	"We're out of milk," Megan told me. "We have apple juice,
    though."
    	"That sounds good," I said. I watched Megan go up the stairs,
    staring at her barely clad butt as she disappeared on her ascent. I sat
    in silence and watched the rain splattering on the small window panes
    while waiting for Megan. I rubbed my hard-on while I thought about what
    Megan wanted to do with me today. The circumstances were more opportune
    here than at my house, but still risky. While sitting on the couch I
    wet into my diapers.
    	Megan returned a moment later with the baby bottle filled with
    apple juice. She then sat down on the couch and told me to sit on her
    lap. I lay myself back while she stuck the nipple into my mouth. She
    held my head up with her other hand. I held the bottle with my hand so
    that this would free her other hand up to work it over my crotch.
    	"That's my baby boy!" Megan whispered, using a "mommy" type of
    voice. "There you go, drink it all down and wet your diapers like a
    good little boy."
    	Megan continued to talk to me like this while I joyfully sucked
    the sweet apple juice out of the bottle. It was like my fantasies about
    her were coming true. Megan kept her other hand busy on the front of my
    diapers.
    	"I can't feel anything," she said.
    	"There's something there, trust me," I said.
    	"I know, but I can't feel it through all those diapers you have
    on, little boy," Megan said. She then stuck her hand in between the
    thick folds of my diapers at the crotch to get a better feel for my
    hard-on.
    	"Ahh, that's better," she said. "My my, you a wet wittle boy
    today, awen't ywou?" she said in a more baby-talk like voice.
    	"I'm about to get wetter in a moment," I said, inferring that I
    felt like I was about to come. Megan didn't interpret it this way, at
    least she didn't acknowledge it this way.
    	"You'll be plenty wet by the time you finish your juice," she
    said. I looked into Megan's eyes. She was transfixed on me, staring
    into my eyes. I finished off the juice and set the bottle down.
    	"All gone," I said.
    	"That's a good boy," Megan said.
    	"I got some on my chin," I said nervously. "You have a napkin?"
    	"No, I don't need napkins," Megan said. She then started licking
    the juice from my chin, which then led to her kissing me. She moved her
    hand down a few diapers closer to my boner.
    	"You wanna take care of last night's unfinished business?" Megan
    asked me.
    	"Uhh, you mean?" I asked, knowing what she was getting at, but I
    wasn't able to tell her what was going through my mind.
    	"Yeah, I mean," Megan said. She pulled her shirt off, showing to
    me again her budding breasts. Next she removed her tight cutoffs. She
    asked me to pull her panties down for her. As I did this I slowly
    revealed all of her intimate, natural-born beauty.
    	"Are you sure about this?" I asked Megan with her panties halfway
    off as I looked over towards the stairs, hoping that nobody would be
    coming down.
    	"If someone comes down the stairs, we have plenty of warning,"
    Megan assured me as she grabbed my chin and turned my face back towards
    hers.
    	"Now finish the job you started," she said as she moved my hands
    back to her panties. I pulled them the rest of the way down. She
    stepped out of them, leaving them on the floor. Megan then bent over to
    pick up her clothes, mooning me with her large, lovely derriere. I knew
    she did this intentionally to get me even more aroused.
    	"What are you doing with your clothes?" I asked her, whispering,
    of course.
    	"Putting them in the bathroom, that way if someone comes down
    here I can just run in there and get dressed, pretend that I was using
    the toilet or something."
    	"What about me?" I asked her.
    	"Just stay put, dear," Megan said. "Turn the TV on and they'll
    just think that we were watching some show."
    	"But what about...?" I started to ask Megan before she
    disappeared around the corner to stash her clothes in the basement
    bathroom. She then came back to me. I asked her to turn the light on so
    that I could see her naked body better. She did this just for a moment.
    	"I don't want to draw too much attention and leave it on too
    long," she said as she turned the light back off. She then sat back
    down next to me.
    	"Now that I'm naked, let's do the same thing to you," Megan said.
    	"I have a lot of diapers on," I said. For a moment I thought I
    sounded just like Rain Man. "Yeah, definitely a lot of diapers."
    	"I know, but we have all day this time," Megan said.
    	"Okay," I said hesitantly. It was too late to back out of this
    now, and besides, I would have kicked myself to have gotten this far
    and then retreated.
    	"So, why did you come over here in the rain, wearing just your
    diapers?" Megan asked me.
    	"Lisa got drunk last night and she was being a bitch this morning
    with her hangover," I said glumly.
    	"I'm sorry to hear that, sweetie," Megan said sympathetically.
    "Bobby's come home a couple times like that."
    	"I hope she never does it again," I said.
    	"She's probably just curious about certain things she knows she
    isn't quite old enough to do yet, but she wants to find out about them
    anyway. Kind... of... like... what... we're...doing..."

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 83
    ---------------------------

    	I had kicked my shoes off as Megan and I sat together on the
    couch. Megan had her arms around me as she began to kiss me. I felt my
    dick spring up to its full hardness in the confinement of my diapers.
    She then slipped her hands underneath my shirt. Then slowly, she
    slipped it off of me and tossed it aside.
    	"We don't need this," she said as she resumed her embrace. I was
    feeling both very aroused but very tense at the same time. Megan could
    sense that I was tense. She must have felt my rapidly beating heart
    thumping as her small, but developing breast pressed up against my
    chest.
    	"Relax," she said. She then backed off for a moment and asked me,
    "what's wrong?" I looked at her naked body as she sat before me.
    	"We're gonna get caught," I said. "And besides, well..."
    	Megan started kissing me again. Enshrouded in our combined body
    heat, I felt our bare chests up against each other again and I felt
    Megan's arms around my bare back. I tried to relax as much as I could,
    but something in the back of my mind told me that I wasn't ready for
    this sort of thing. I was only twelve, albeit more advanced in my
    sexual maturity than many other boys my age. I just wasn't used to
    being with a girl like this, especially one who was buck naked, or
    butt-naked, whatever. In spite of my nervous feelings I couldn't resist
    this incredible erotic sensation. The more Megan and I kissed, the
    harder I felt my dick become. Megan then backed off again just as I was
    starting to settle down. She looked down at my thick, bulging diapers,
    which I had wet in while we were making out.
    	"I think it's time you lose your diapers, little boy," Megan said
    as she pressed her hand into the many layers. I gave her a surprised
    look as the thought of "losing my diapers" seemed so improper for me,
    that is, if I were to lose them for good.
    	"Just for a few minutes," Megan said. "I know how you can't do
    without your diapers."
    	"Well, uh, that's what I was gonna get at," I stammered
    nervously. "I can't be without diapers for very long."
    	"Long enough for me, I hope," Megan said.
    	"I just wet myself while we were making out," I told her. "I
    could go any time, any place, without warning."
    	"That's what you get for wearing diapers so long," Megan said.
    	"I'm seeing the doctor about it this week," I told her.
    	"Well, let me be your 'doctor' for now, okay?" Megan said. I knew
    she wanted to get my diapers off, and if I knew we were under better
    circumstances I wouldn't have had any reservations.
    	"Okay, but you got to put them back on when you're done," I told
    her, agreeing that this would be a fair compromise.
    	"Sure," Megan said. "But at least go for a *couple* minutes
    without them, you can handle that, can't you?," she asked.
    	"I think so," I said to her.
    	Megan told me to stand up so that she could pull off my plastic
    pants. She then got up off the couch and knelt down on the floor before
    me. She asked me to prop myself up so that she could take off my
    plastic pants. I complied with her request and she took a hold of the
    tight elastic waistband that kept my diapers sealed in. She then pulled
    on the leg bands and worked the plastic pants down my legs. Once she
    had the plastic pants at my knees I sat back down and she pulled them
    the rest of the way off. My outer diapers were still dry, so there was
    no worry about getting the couch wet.
    	Megan then began unpinning my diapers. It took her awhile just to
    get the first one off.
    	"I gotta admit that this would be a lot easier if you just wore
    underwear," Megan said as she began working on removing the second
    diaper.
    	"Maybe diapers are the answer to teen pregnancy," I thought to
    myself, seeing that my diapers were serving as a good deterrent to this
    activity. In spite of the difficulty that Megan was having with getting
    all the pins out of my diapers, she continued unpinning my diapers. One
    diaper pin at a time, one diaper at a time, she stripped me of my
    thick, white and bulky diapers. Megan knew there was a prize at the end
    and she wanted to get it. Soon she had me undiapered enough to see that
    my erect penis was trying to pierce through the several layers of
    diapers that still remained in front of it. She ran her hand over the
    front of my now thinner diapers, further tempting me into an even
    greater state of arousal.
    	"Getting closer," Megan said as she started on the next diaper.
    "But we have a ways to go."
    	Megan eagerly unpinned the rest of my diapers, having reached the
    layers that I had gotten wet. A large pile of diaper pins was forming
    on the coffee table.
    	"Ooh, you *are* wet," Megan said as she handled my piss-soaked
    diapers.
    	"I've been much wetter than this," I said. "In fact, I usually
    soak all these diapers, front to back, side to side, by the time I get
    changed."
    	"I can handle wet diapers," Megan said.
    	"I'm also pretty messy when my diapers are taken off, too," I
    said, noting how unusual it felt that I was undiapered without having
    my butt smothered in shit.
    	"I've babysat before, remember?" Megan said. "I've dealt with
    lots of messy boys' diapers. I have a younger brother whose diapers I
    changed, remember?"
    	"When my diapers are messy, I mean they are *really* messy," I
    told Megan.
    	"I know, I've changed you before when you've been messy," Megan
    replied. "Remember?"
    	"Oh yeah," I said, thinking back a couple months to the afternoon
    I was alone and Megan came over.
    	Megan then unpinned the final diaper. It was totally saturated in
    pee. My dick was really trying so hard now to penetrate the one diaper
    that stood between it and Megan. Megan released the remaining pins and
    my penis was freed at last from its confinement in the diapers. It
    stuck straight out from my body. Megan stared at it, admiring its
    enlarged state.
    	"I think you've grown since last time," Megan said. She then
    reached for me to ascertain this finding.
    	"I'm sure I have," I said, knowing that my genitals were still
    developing.
    	"You sure have a big dick for a boy your age," she said.
    	"How would you know?" I asked her.
    	"Because Bobby was still small until he was fourteen," Megan
    said. "Remember, I have two brothers and I've seen them naked lots of
    times."
    	"That doesn't count," I said, reciprocating Megan's remark from
    the night before.
    	"That's right," Megan said as she began to explore me more
    intimately.
    	"How did you get to see his dick when he was fourteen?" I asked
    Megan.
    	"Let's just say I caught him jacking off on more than one
    occasion," Megan replied.
    	"Now what if someone comes down here?" I asked Megan. "I can't
    exactly just put all these diapers back on."
    	"In that case, hide behind the couch," Megan said.
    	"What about you?" I asked her,
    	"Like I said, I'll run into the bathroom and get dressed, then
    we'll re-diaper you when the coast is clear."
    	Once again I was feeling so nervous, not only because I wasn't
    sure what exactly Megan had in mind at this point, or because we were
    still running a high risk of getting caught with her brothers being
    upstairs, but because I felt so vulnerable without diapers on. My
    diapers were still neatly stacked underneath my butt, ready to catch a
    bowel movement, but if I were to pee right now it would spray right
    into Megan's face.
    	"You're nervous, aren't you?" Megan asked me.
    	"Yeah, I am, very nervous," I said. I was trembling and sweating.
    My mouth was dry and my pulse was in overdrive. Megan put her hand on
    my chest and she could feel my heart. She then came closer to me and
    put both her hands on my shoulders.
    	"I think I can help you to relax," she said as she stared into my
    eyes. Her eyes then shifted down to my erect penis, where I watched her
    hand grab a hold of it. The things she did with it over the next
    several minutes I will never forget. Without going into details, I'll
    just say that this was the moment I officially lost my virginity.
    	Megan and I were both off the couch and on the floor as we each
    experienced such mind-blowing orgasms. I had all but completely
    forgotten about the circumstances we were under. I was hot and sweaty
    now, having just exhausted myself. I lay there and relaxed along with
    Megan. Suddenly I felt my bowels about to produce a big storm of poop.
    	"Uh oh," I said as I suddenly got up off the floor.
    	"What is it?" Megan asked me. "You hear someone coming?"
    	"No," I said as I ran over to the couch and sat on my diapers.
    Just as I sat down I let out a big flood of runny poop, farting loudly
    as I defecated. It spilled onto the diapers, which fortunately caught
    the mess. Megan watched as poop kept spewing out of my butt. I was
    embarrassed, having taken a virtually diaperless shit right in front of
    Megan.
    	"Oh God, that was close!" I exclaimed as loudly as I could in a
    whisper as I examined the rush of brown crap that was now all over the
    front of my diaper due to the projectile of my poop.
    	"Yeah, tell me about it," Megan said.
    	"I'm sorry," I apologized. "I told you, I can't be without my
    diapers for very long because of this."
    	"I'm just glad we left your diapers there on the couch," Megan
    said. She stared down at the big pile of poop in my open diapers,
    fanning the odors away from her face.
    	"I'm just glad it happened when it did," I said.
    	"So do I," Megan said. "I suppose I'd better re-diaper you."
    	I didn't know what to do with the diaper that I had pooped in. I
    asked Megan if she could throw it in the wash since the washing machine
    was down there in the basement.
    	"That'll take too long," Megan replied.
    	"You could plant it in your brother's room and then act like you
    found it, and then tell on him," I suggested with a laugh.
    	"Good idea, Chris," Megan agreed with a laugh, "but then he'd
    know that it came from you."
    	"Can you just rinse it out?" I asked Megan.
    	"Yeah, I suppose I could try to sneak it upstairs with me and
    wash it in the bath tub, but I'll need to get dressed first, and you'll
    have to sit here all naked and poopy while you wait."
    	I decided that the only option was for Megan to put the dirty
    diaper back on me and have me wear it out of the house since I wore it
    into the house along with all the other diapers. Megan agreed that
    under the circumstances that this was the only way to deal with the
    problem.
    	"I could turn the diaper around so that the poopy side is on your
    butt," Megan suggested. "I mean, it was gonna get poopy back there
    sooner or later anyway."
    	I agreed that this was a good idea. I sat up on my knees while
    Megan picked up the first three diapers and reoriented them so that the
    poop would go in the back where it usually is when I have a bowel
    movement. I then sat back down on the soiled diaper. The shit had lost
    its warmth and it felt like a cold gelatinous substance coating my
    buttocks. There was still some poop in the front of the diaper where it
    would go up over my balls, but this was nothing unusual since my poop
    eventually wound up in the front of my diapers, too.
    	Megan pinned this and several of the other diapers back on to me.
    She was doing a very good job, getting the diapers nice and tight,
    looking as if they had ever been taken off. I felt pretty confident
    that neither Lisa nor Cindy would suspect a thing when one of them
    would change me later on.
    	Megan had about half of my diapers back on me when suddenly we
    heard someone's footsteps at the top of the stairs.
    	"Behind the couch! Hide!" Megan said to me as she got up. With
    only half my diapers on I leaped over the couch and ducked in the small
    space between it and the wall. She quickly picked up the remaining
    diapers and tossed them behind the couch, along with my plastic pants,
    shirt, shoes, and the baby bottle I brought along. Naturally, the shoes
    landed on my head. I remained still. Meanwhile, Megan had fled for the
    bathroom where she had left her clothes. I heard her close the door.
    She was likely frantically throwing all her clothes back on.
    	I remain crouched down, feeling my body heat and smelling my
    dirty diapers. If I moved, sneezed, coughed, sniffled, cleared my
    throat, farted or breathed too hard, I was in trouble.
    	"Megan! You down here?" came the voice of her older brother
    Bobby. The room was silent.
    	"Megan?" he shouted again.
    	"I'm in the bathroom!" she shouted. "Be right out!"
    	As I continued to wait in absolute silence and in a virtual state
    of paralysis, I felt Bobby's body pressing into me when he sat down on
    the couch. If he had only known what was going on a few minutes before.
    	"Oh shit!" I thought to myself. I thought of the pile of safety
    pins still sitting on coffee table. Bobby would see them for sure, even
    among the other items such as the remote controls to the TV and VCR, a
    couple Nintendo cartridges, some coasters, empty glasses, pop cans, and
    a copy of TV Guide.
    	Megan flushed the toilet before she left the bathroom, either
    because she really had to use it or she wanted her brother to think she
    had used it.
    	"What do you want?" Megan asked Bobby, acting like she was the
    only one there.
    	"What have you been doing down here?" Bobby asked Megan, as if he
    suspected something. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit..." was all I
    could think right now.
    	"Using the bathroom," Megan said.
    	"Must have been some dump you just took," Bobby said.
    	"Excuse me?" Megan said. "How would you know what I was doing in
    there?"
    	"It stinks, for starters," Bobby said as he was likely smelling
    my poopy diapers. "Besides, your face is all red and you're sweating."
    	"Okay, so I'm constipated, if you must know!" Megan shot back.
    Whether or not this was the case, I didn't know, but I figured Megan
    was just saying it to explain why her face was red and sweaty.
    	"So what did you come down here for?" she asked her older brother
    just to change the subject.
    	"I'm going to see Ray," Bobby said as he got up off the couch.
    "So it's your turn to babysit the twerp."
    	"Okay, that's fine," Megan said, sounding like she wanted him to
    leave. "Have fun!"
    	"Scott told me your boyfriend from school came over," Bobby said.
    Damn, I was hoping he'd leave.
    	"Oh, Chris, you mean," Megan replied.
    	"The one who wears diapers, right?" Bobby asked.
    	"Yeah, he does," Megan answered honestly.
    	"Scott said he came over in *just* his diapers. I would have
    *loved* to see that! Where is he?"
    	"He left," Megan answered without hesitation.
    	"I can't believe you know a kid your age who wears diapers!"
    Bobby said.
    	"Chris has a lot of friends who wear diapers," Megan replied.
    "You'd be surprised."
    	"So what's that mean, you gonna start wearing diapers, too?"
    	"No!" Megan replied sharply. "I'm a girl!"
    	"Yeah, good one!" I thought to myself as I heard Megan say this.
    	"What's that have to do with anything?" Bobby asked.
    	"They're all boys, the ones who wear diapers," Megan said. "It
    seems that only boys like to wear diapers, according to Chris."
    	"Why does it still smell?" Bobby asked, suddenly changing the
    subject back.
    	"It was me, I just used the bathroom, remember?" Megan said.
    	"It still stinks like fresh shit," Bobby said."
    	"Then it's probably mildew from the rain down here in the
    basement," Megan said as she now sensed the smell from my poopy butt.
    	"Sure it is. What are you doing down here anyway?" Bobby asked
    Megan.
    	"Scott stunk up the bathroom like he always does, so I came down
    here."
    	"You don't fart lilacs yourself, Megan," Bobby said. "You just
    came out of the bathroom and now it stinks down here, too."
    	"Everybody's shit stinks," Megan said. "Even yours, Bobby."
    	"That's it, I'm outta here," Bobby said.
    	It seemed that the coast was finally clear, but then Bobby asked
    Megan if she had seen his coat. He started looking around the room. I
    could tell from his footsteps that he was coming back over the couch to
    look behind it.
    	"It's upstairs in the closet," Megan said.
    	"Are you sure?" Bobby asked.
    	"Yes, I was just in there to get mine," Megan said. Bobby
    retreated and went upstairs with Bobby.
    	"Whew!" I said to myself as I heaved a heavy sigh of relief and
    felt my heart rate drop after peaking at an estimated 200 beats per
    minute. Then it dawned on me that my bike was still sitting out front.
    	"Shit!" I mumbled as I thought about this. "Bobby's gonna see my
    bike!"
    	Megan was gone for a couple minutes before she came back down to
    the basement. As she approached, she assured me that it was her.
    	"Damn! That was close!" I said as I finally got up from my
    crouched position. As I expected to see, Megan was fully dressed again.
    It felt good just to stand up and relieve my cramped muscles. I picked
    up the rest of my diapers, plastic pants, shirt and shoes. I lay down
    on the floor where Megan put the rest of my diapers on me, putting the
    Thickies diapers on top of the stack. She then put the plastic pants on
    me. I then got up and put my shoes on.
    	"You'd better get going," Megan told me while she put her hands
    on my shoulders.
    	"Yeah, I suppose I should," I said.
    	"Thanks for coming over," Megan said as she smiled at me. "I had
    fun."
    	"So did I," I said to her as I hugged her some more. We kissed
    one more time before Megan escorted me back up the stairs. She
    remembered to pick up my baby bottle and she brought it up with us.
    	"Where's Scott?" I asked.
    	"Probably in his room," Megan replied.
    	"Do you think he knows what we did?"
    	"He's so naïve about those things, he probably thinks we were
    playing pool or Nintendo or watching TV. I wouldn't worry about it."
    	Megan handed me my coat and escorted me to the door.
    	"I moved your bike out of the rain when I went to fill your
    bottle," Megan explained. "It's around the side of the house under the
    overhang."
    	"Thanks," I told her. "Because Bobby would have seen it."
    	I gave Megan one more quick kiss as I said goodbye to her and
    went around the house to get my bike. She waved to me and blew me a
    kiss as I rode away, showing off my diapered butt.
    	It had stopped raining, but it was still cloudy and it looked
    like more rain was on the way. I decided to ride to Tony's house since
    I wasn't ready to go home just yet.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 84
    ---------------------------

    	On my ride over to Tony's house a lot of afterthoughts came
    running through my mind about Megan and the definition of my own
    sexuality. I very much enjoyed what Megan and I did together, and I
    felt pretty lucky to have experienced this earlier than most boys do,
    but I felt guilty about it, too, and I felt that I had somehow
    "violated" myself. I didn't feel that I was really ready to experience
    this sort of thing and perhaps had satisfied my curiosity about girls
    too early. I felt as if I had ventured into uncharted territory without
    having been given a road map, so to speak. Diapers and sexual arousal
    from diapers and other boys wearing them was very familiar to me, and
    each time I masturbated while thinking about it I was satisfied and
    content with the pleasures that I gave myself from it. There was never
    any guilt or fear of others finding out, since everyone knows I jack
    off in my diapers. Being with Megan was like exploring the wild
    frontier, and I wasn't sure if this was the path I wanted to take while
    my sexual development continued. If I had to choose between Megan and
    other girls-- where diapers are not involved-- or diapers and all the
    boys I knew who wore them, I would likely choose the latter of the two.
    I felt safer with diapers.
    	The rain had started up again just before I got to Tony's house.
    Even the dense cover of the mature trees in the old neighborhood did
    not provide much of a canopy from the rain. By the time I got to Tony's
    house I was wet again, and not just from inside my diapers, either.
    	Kara answered the door when I showed up.
    	"Hi Chris," she said. While seeing me come over in my diapers was
    nothing new to her anymore, the fact that I was riding out in the rain
    took her by surprise.
    	"You're wet, Chris," she said.
    	"Aren't I always?" I replied, referring to my diapers.
    	"And poopy, I might add," she said. "I mean, what are you doing
    out in the rain?"
    	"I wanted to see Tony," I said. "Nobody was around to drive me
    over."
    	"He's in his room," Kara said as she invited me in. Kara's friend
    Christie was there. As she greeted me, she was surprised to see that I
    would go out in the rain in my diapers.
    	"Are you wet?" she asked me jokingly.
    	"More than wet," I replied as I pointed to my butt. Even though
    Tony didn't have any concerns for privacy since he was always in
    diapers or seen naked when he was changed, I still knocked on his
    bedroom door before I entered.
    	"Hey man, what brings you out in this rain?" he asked me. He
    looked at me and could tell that I was feeling a tad bit glum.
    	"I needed to get out of my house, and I needed to come talk to
    you about something," I told Tony.
    	"Sure," Tony said as he offered me a seat on his bed.
    	I told Tony about Lisa coming home drunk last night, especially
    after having driven home in such a condition. While I didn't have too
    much trouble telling him this, I found it harder to tell him about
    Megan coming over last night.
    	"Did you guys, you know, do anything?" he asked me.
    	"We started to," I told him. "But then we decided that it was too
    risky."
    	I feared that Tony may get jealous just by telling him about last
    night's visit from Megan, to say nothing of what happened this
    afternoon at Megan's house. He seemed to be cool about all this,
    although he was surprised that I would take on such curiosity in girls,
    not just at an unusually early age, but at all. I decided to spill the
    beans about what Megan and I did today.
    	"So, you *did* do it," Tony said, seeming to be satisfied with
    this revelation.
    	"Yeah, we did," I said sullenly. "I feel guilty about it, too."
    	For the next few minutes Tony and I talked about my feelings.
    Tony felt that perhaps I had done too much too soon and I may have
    gotten in over my head and I was overwhelmed by my being prepared for
    this sort of thing. He then handed me a book titled, "Boys and Sex."
    	"My Mom gave this to me," Tony said. I looked through the book
    and skimmed over a few passages that described erections, the
    production of semen and all sorts of things that I had thought about
    when it came to sex but never had answers for. It covered masturbation
    extensively, but it only described masturbation in the sense of
    handling the bare penis. My method of masturbating in diapers was much
    different than what was described in the book. The book was even
    illustrated with several diagrams of the penis and testicles and it
    also covered female anatomy. I was getting a hard-on just from looking
    at the book.
    	"Go ahead and take it home with you, I've already read it," Tony
    said. "Three times."
    	"Thanks," I said to Tony. I put the book in the pocket of my coat
    which I had taken off and draped over the chair of Tony's desk so that
    it could drip-dry. While doing this, the baby bottle dropped out of the
    pocket and onto the floor.
    	"What's with the bottle?" Tony asked me. I then explained to him
    how I had used it last night and today when I was at Megan's house.
    This helped change the subject and lighten my mood a little. Tony
    talked about his brief stint with using pacifiers when he was eight. I
    remembered a time when I saw a pacifier lying on the floor of his
    bedroom, but I never asked him about it and I never did see him
    actually using one. This had remained a mystery to me for years until
    Tony told me about it.
    	"Do you still use them?" I asked him.
    	"Not since I was eight," he said. I could tell that he was
    holding something back. He then admitted that he still liked to suck on
    pacifiers in private. He explained that he thought it was weird that he
    liked to do this, even in spite of the fact that he also loved to wear
    diapers.
    	"We've been friends for years, Tony," I said, sounding
    disappointed that he had kept his pacifier sub-fetish under wraps. "You
    can tell me anything."
    	"I know, but, shit, even though I wear diapers, I just wasn't
    sure what you'd think."
    	"I think it's cool," I said. "I may even try using some, since I
    discovered how fun it is to drink from a bottle."
    	Tony went to his desk drawer and gave me a couple of his
    pacifiers. He had kept them in the bottom drawer and hidden behind
    several folders and other papers. He bent down and stayed in this
    position for several seconds while he rummaged through the drawer. I
    had sat down on his desk chair and noticed that his diaper was very wet
    and messy as he stuck his butt in my face. I was getting hard from
    staring at his dirtily diapered behind. This helped greatly to reaffirm
    with myself that diapers and diapered boys were my first true love. I
    once again felt faithful to my feelings. I stuck the pacifiers into my
    other coat pocket and then grabbed my bottle from off the floor. I
    asked Tony if he had anything good to drink.
    	"I just made some Kool-Aid last night," he suggested. We went out
    to the kitchen and to the refrigerator where I filled the bottle with
    some of the red drink. On our way back to his bedroom Kara and Christie
    noticed the bottle.
    	"Oh look, Kara," Christie pointed out. "The boys are really
    playing 'baby' now!" Kara just giggled as she and Christie carried on
    with their activities playing with their dolls. I didn't really care at
    first what kind of dolls they were playing with, but when Kara picked
    one up it got my attention. It was a boy doll and it had a diaper on, a
    very big and thick diaper, at least big to the doll when scaling things
    down. The doll stood about two feet high. It was also wearing a striped
    T-shirt with the words "diaper boy" written on it with a marker.
    	Christie was holding a similar doll, but this one was a girl doll
    and it had a dress on it. I stood and waited to see what the girl doll
    had on underneath. When Christie turned it upside down all I could see
    was its bare bottom, butt crack and all, no diapers. This seemed
    appropriate enough to Tony and me.
    	Tony and I watched the girls play with the dolls. Kara was doing
    the role of the boy doll while Christie got to be the girl doll. The
    girls knew we were watching, so they continued to put on the show for
    us.
    	"Ooh, Billy, I think you need a diaper change," Christie said in
    the voice that she had given the girl doll.
    	"How can you tell, Sally?" Kara said as she tried to mimic a
    boy's voice. She turned the boy doll's butt to the girl doll's face.
    	"Because I can smell it!" Christie shouted while plugging her
    nose. The two girls then broke into laughter together. "Pee-yhoo! Now
    lay down so I can change you!"
    	Kara then laid the Billy doll down on the floor while Christie
    guided "Sally's" hands in removing the diapers. The diapers were made
    of real cloth and they used real diaper pins on it. In fact, the
    diapers were cut from the material of one of my old diapers that I had
    left behind at a sleepover a couple years ago. Apparently Kara and
    Christie had been influenced by seeing how I was diapered since "Billy"
    had on at least eight diapers, all of which covered up more than half
    his back and went up to his chest. The girls continued with their
    little skit.
    	"Gee Billy, ever think about potty training?!" Sally asked Billy.
    	"No!" Billy replied. "I don't wanna give up my diapers, ever!"
    his pretend voice shouted.
    	"Okay, then I'll just have to diaper you again."
    	"Please do! Please diaper me!"
    	This was the first time I had ever heard any girl's voice being
    used to request being diapered. Of course Kara was just acting a boy's
    part, at least I hoped this was all she was doing. Tony assured me that
    this was all she was doing.
    	"Okay, Billy, I'm taking your stinky diapers off now!" Christie
    vocalized Sally's voice. Christie had to "cheat" by setting the doll
    aside and removing the pins herself instead. I was surprised to see
    that the diapers actually had what looked like poop in them.
    	"Does the doll actually poop?" I asked.
    	"You would ask that, wouldn't you, Chris?" she said. I just
    smiled at her.
    	"No, we just use Hershey's syrup," Christie then answered my
    question as she held up a bottle of the chocolate confection.
    	"But he has a weenie like a real boy, though," Christie pointed
    out. Upon a closer look I could see the boy doll's plastic penis coated
    in chocolate. It was quite authentic looking. The penis even stood
    straight up like mine always did during a diaper change.
    	"Now it's time to wipe your butt," Christie said to the boy doll.
    She had "him" lift his legs while she ran a facial tissue over his
    behind. After she cleaned the mock poop off the doll's bottom she
    picked it up and showed it to me.
    	"See? He even has a butt crack," she giggled. She then made a
    farting noise while she stuck the doll's derriere into my face.
    	"Oh phew, Billy, you farted!" Christie said as she put the doll
    back down.
    	"Someone around here really does stink," Kara said, returning
    momentarily to her natural voice.
    	"It's him! It's him!" Tony and I both pointed to each other and
    play wrestled, knowing that each of us had wet, stinky diapers on.
    Unlike the dolls, we had real "Hershey squirts" in our diapers, and not
    nearly as tasty, either.
    	"See what fun you're missing out on, Christie?" Kara asked her.
    	"Yeah, I wish I had a baby brother that I could diaper up,"
    Christie lamented. "Playing with your dolls is almost as fun, though,
    Kara."
    	"Older brothers work for diapering, too," Kara said, pointing out
    the fact that she was younger than her diaper-wearing brother Tony.
    	"Diaper me quick before I poop again!" Kara said, returning to
    her boy-doll voice. Christie then grabbed a stack of the scale-sized
    diapers and folded them together. Meanwhile, Kara had taken the
    Hershey's syrup and squirted it all over "Billy's" butt and his tiny
    testicles.
    	"Uh oh! Too late!" Kara said, bursting into laughter as she
    squirted the chocolate syrup onto the doll. Some of it had spilled onto
    his stomach.
    	"Here, want the real stuff?" I asked as I stuck my smelly butt
    into Christie's face. "Just reach on in there and get a sample, there's
    plenty of it!" I told her as I pointed to the leg opening of my
    diapers.
    	"No thanks, I'll stick to Hershey's," Christie said as she fanned
    her face and smelled my shit odors.
    	"You know, you'd have to deal with that smell if you did have a
    brother to diaper," Kara said to Christie. "You'd get used to it,
    though; I did."
    	Christie then put the new diapers on the Billy doll, covering up
    the syrupy mess that had been poured all over his little crotch area.
    After he was rediapered by "Sally", Sally had her pajamas put on her,
    while Billy was left in his diapers and his T-shirt. The dolls then
    went to bed for the night, at least according to Kara and Christie.
    	"My turn to be Sally when they wake up!" Kara declared. "It's fun
    pretending to be the boy sometimes, but I'm glad I'm really a girl."
    	Tony and I returned to his room and we took turns drinking Kool-
    Aid from the bottle until about half of it was gone. We talked about
    yesterday's D.B.A. club meeting. I needed all the reaffirmation that I
    could get that my sexual feelings were based on diapers, always have
    been and always will be. After awhile Tony and I were taking turns
    "feeding" each other. Tony decided that he wanted to be the "feedee"
    while I was the "feeder." He sat in my lap and lay down with his back
    propped up on the headboard oh his bed, using his pillows to cushion
    himself. I used one hand to hold the bottle in his mouth while y other
    hand was underneath his bottom. I massaged his dick and balls while he
    drank from the bottle. I could feel his poop mushing around underneath
    his squishy wet diaper. He needed to be changed and I hoped that he
    would let me do it. When the bottle was down to one quarter of its
    capacity, Tony and I switched off and he fed me. He also put his free
    hand underneath my bottom and massaged my crotch. He couldn't feel my
    genitals underneath all the diapers I had on, but he knew that I could
    feel his hand rubbing the cloth layers. The poopy mess that was smeared
    all over my nuts provided some lubrication and allowed the stack of
    diapers to slide back and forth more easily. Tony rubbed more
    vigorously and he made me come. I felt like I had shot a blank since I
    had just expended myself on Megan a couple hours earlier. Still, it
    felt very satisfying. After I had a mostly dry come I made a mental
    note to myself to look up in Tony's book to see if it mentioned how
    quickly semen is replenished.
    	I told Tony that I had a dry ejaculation. He was still hard and
    wanting to unload his little swimmers and he wanted me to help him.
    	"I haven't even jacked off yet today," he said. "And it's after
    3:00 in the afternoon."
    	"What's wrong with you, boy?" I asked him, feeling his forehead
    as if he were feeling sick or something.
    	"I dunno," Tony said. "I've been thinking about some things
    myself."
    	"Like what?" I asked him.
    	"I really think I'm gay," he said.
    	"Maybe you are," Tony said. "Maybe I am, too. I find diapered
    boys more exciting than girls, if you want to know the truth."
    	"Me, too," he said. "Except, well, I hardly ever think about
    girls. After reading that book, I think that I would be past the
    'curiosity' stage where I think about sex with boys, and that I would
    be thinking about girls by now if I weren't gay. I mean, you had a
    little fling with Megan just today."
    	"I think that was just a fleeting moment of curiosity," I said to
    Tony. "The more I think about it, the more I wish I hadn't done it. It
    tarnishes my record."
    	"So, do you want to tell me more about what you and Megan did?"
    Tony asked me.
    	"Sure," I replied. Tony finished off the last of the Kool-Aid
    while I told him all the juicy details. My dick was trying to regain
    its rigidity while I recapped the episode down in the basement, but it
    was tired now. Tony, on the other hand, was stroking himself through
    his overripe diapers, which I could smell very strongly now.
    	"You like this story?" I asked Tony.
    	"Yeah, I do," he said.
    	"Even though it's about Megan, a girl?"
    	"I keep thinking that I'm in Megan's place," Tony said.
    	"With a few anatomical exceptions, I hope," I added.
    	"Oh yeah," Tony assured me.
    	"And she wasn't wearing diapers, either, please note," I
    emphasized.
    	"Well, neither am I, when I think about your story you're telling
    me," Tony said. He then asked me if he wanted me to reenact the things
    that Megan and I did earlier.
    	"I'll have to take a rain check," I told him, pointing out my
    diaper-covered penis, which was very tender now.
    	"Also, these diapers take awhile to remove and put back on," I
    added.
    	"Next sleepover, okay?" Tony asked me.
    	"You bet," I promised him.
    	Tony then asked me if I could change his diaper for him. He got
    into his position on the floor and lay still. I went to his diaper
    drawer and pulled out a fresh Thickies. I held it up to my nose and
    smelled it before I took it over to Tony. As Tony usually pre-powdered
    his diapers, this further enhanced the pleasing aroma. I removed his
    soaked and shitted-in diaper. It felt heavy as I pulled it away from
    his butt. His dick was hard and ready, on the verge of coming.
    	"Finish me off, could you?" Tony asked me. I immediately obliged
    and took a hold of his dick. It felt warm and moist from all the piss
    that his penis' skin had absorbed. I jerked him off vigorously, and I
    stuck my diapered behind in his face to give him a visual and olfactory
    aid. It didn't take him long to come. His semen shot up into my face,
    which caught me by surprise. I immediately wiped it off with the diaper
    that I was about to put on him.
    	Tony's dick gradually fell to a limp state as he had just
    expended over half a day's worth of semen production, assuming he had
    played with himself last night, a safe bet that was. I proceeded to
    diaper him. Knowing how a freshly jerked off dick felt to the touch, I
    was careful to not apply too much pressure to his dick when I pulled
    the diaper tightly over his stomach.
    	I looked out Tony's bedroom window and noticed that the clouds
    were breaking. I had been thinking about Nathan and Luke and what their
    mother had said about them being in the diaper club. Tony and I agreed
    to go visit them. We had nothing else to do, especially since our
    collective libido was out of commission at the moment. Tony gave them a
    call and found out that their parents were gone for the afternoon.
    	"We'll be right over," Tony said. We then went outside in just
    our diapers and hopped on our bikes as we made the long ride over to
    Nathan's and Luke's house.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 85
    ---------------------------

    	Tony and I dashed through the neighborhood and again found
    ourselves in the same predicament that we were in before when we
    reached the main street, hoping that there were no policeman
    approaching. While we weren't exactly clear on whether or not two boys
    at our age going around in diapers was considered indecent exposure, we
    didn't want to find out the hard way. We were still taking a chance as
    it was since a policeman could just as easily be driving through the
    neighborhood.
    	It was Sunday afternoon and traffic was lighter than normal, so
    after a couple cars went by we rode across to the next subdivision. We
    decided to take a different route than before to avoid any more
    possible run-ins with Chuck and Steve. As expected, we caught the
    attention of some of the people who had gone outside after the rain had
    passed, but we kept going and ignored whatever it was they had said to
    us. We admired the faint rainbow appeared ahead of us as we rode our
    bikes.
    	This time we made it to Nathan's and Luke's house without any
    difficulties. Hoping their parents were still gone, Tony and I went up
    to the door. Luke answered it. I was hoping to see that he would be in
    diapers, but if he was, they weren't thick enough to keep his jeans
    off. As I examined his waist, there was no sign of diapers anywhere. In
    fact, the waistband of his briefs was showing above his belt loop.
    	"Hi guys," he said, surprised to see that we had come over in
    just diapers since the temperature felt like it was in the mid sixties
    that afternoon.
    	"Where's the diapers?" I asked Luke as I pointed out his
    underwear waistband showing.
    	"Don't ask," he said as he invited us in.
    	"Why, what happened?" I asked him. "Sorry, but I have to ask."
    	"Mom says we can't be in the club," he answered dejectedly.
    	"What the fuck? Why?!" I exclaimed.
    	"That sucks," Tony said.
    	"And I'm not allowed to wear diapers anymore, either," he
    continued, speaking in an even more sullen tone.
    	"But you got to wear them all summer!" I interjected even more.
    This was a complete shock to me. It made no sense.
    	"I know, but Mom thought that the club was taking it too far and
    she thinks I'm getting too obsessed with wearing diapers."
    	"What's wrong with that?" I asked. "Shit, your mom would really
    hate me then if she knew how obsessed I was with diapers."
    	"I don't know," he said. "I don't get it. If Nathan wears
    diapers, what does it hurt if I wear them, too?"
    	"What's the big deal, even if you are obsessed with diapers?" I
    asked him.
    	"We had a long talk about it last night. Mom and Dad both say
    that if I don't have to wear them then I shouldn't because I'll
    eventually lose control of my bladder and my bowels. I believed that
    about as much as I believed them when they said my face would freeze if
    I kept making funny faces."
    	"It's true," I told Luke. "You can and will eventually lose
    control of your muscles if you recondition them so that 'holding it' is
    no longer necessary. In other words, you can reverse potty training
    just from wearing diapers for a long time. I can't stop wearing diapers
    now, even if I wanted to, God forbid *that* ever happens!"
    	"You can actually lose control?" Luke asked me.
    	"That's what happened to me. I'm seeing the doctor about it this
    week."
    	"You mean, you're going to get your control back?" Luke asked me,
    sounding incredulous.
    	"Fuck no!" I said very resolutely as I pulled up on my diapers.
    "Double-fuck no! He's going to look at how much my system has
    degenerated since I last saw him and what my chances would be if-- that
    is IF and ONLY IF-- I were to be re-trained. These diapers are
    staying!"
    	"I wish I could be as lucky as you are," Luke said with a deep
    sigh.
    	"Well, just shit your pants a few times and you'll get put into
    diapers like I did," I said. "It worked for me."
    	"Easier said than done," Luke replied. "You were still only
    eight."
    	"I did it ever since they took my diapers away when I was four,"
    I added.
    	"And you got spanked a lot, too."
    	"Yeah, but I didn't let that stop me," I said.
    	We sat down in the front room and talked about getting Luke back
    into diapers and back into the club.
    	"You can't quit the club now," I said, desperately persuading
    Luke to try to get his parents to let him come back to the club.
    	"You did the initiation, and you signed the 'no more toilets'
    declaration thing," I told him.
    	"Yeah, but it doesn't carry a lot of weight, legally speaking,"
    Luke said. "Since I was forced to quit by my Mom, what I have declared
    myself to do for the club is pretty much a moot point now."
    	"Yeah, I guess it is," I admitted.
    	"So, what about Nathan?" Tony asked.
    	"Lucky bastard," Luke groaned. "He's still wearing diapers
    because he has to."
    	"Where is he?" Tony asked.
    	"In his room, in his diapers. The more I look at him going around
    in diapers the more jealous I get. I'm getting jealous just looking at
    you guys!"
    	"So why don't you just put some diapers on?" I suggested.
    	"Yeah, your parents aren't home, so take advantage of it!" Tony
    added.
    	"I wish I could, but my parents keep all of Nathan's diapers
    under lock and key, and they only let him wear two Thickies at a time,
    that way I won't 'borrow' any from him after he's been diapered."
    	"There is one thing you could do," I suggested.
    	"What's that? Go buy some of my own?" he asked us. "I spent all
    my allowance on the club dues and other things."
    	"No, no, just listen," I said as I knelt down next to Luke and
    put my arm around him.
    	"How much underwear do you have?" I asked him, alluding to my old
    standby that I suggested for anyone who didn't have any diapers
    available to him.
    	"Maybe a couple dozen pairs or so," Luke replied.
    	"That's a modest start, anyway," I said. "Are they all white?"
    	"Yeah, now that I've outgrown Funpals," he said. "And I don't
    care much for boxers. Why?"
    	"It sounds like you already have some diapers," I said. "At least
    you have what it takes to make diapers."
    	"You mean I can make diapers out of my underwear?" Luke asked me.
    	"Of course. How do you think I made my diapers before my parents
    provided them for me?" I told him. I explained to him how I would wear
    several pairs at a time to achieve the look and the thickness of
    diapers, hence the reason I asked him if all his underwear was white.
    	"I don't know about this," Luke said as he hesitated. "I'm afraid
    I'll get in trouble."
    	"So, just do it when your parents aren't around, or when you go
    to bed," I said.
    	"It's no fun when you have to keep it a secret," Luke said. "I'd
    like to go around in diapers all the time like Nathan gets to do."
    	"Well, if you really, really want to show your parents that you
    want to wear diapers and that *nothing* is going to stop you-- NOTHING-
    - then you have to take some chances and face punishment. If it's
    really worth it to you, you'll do it."
    	"I don't think this is going to convince them," he said.
    	"Of course it will!" I said. "I mean, you're going to pee and
    poop no matter what, so they can't stop you from doing it, and if you
    keep peeing and pooping in your pants they'll put you back in diapers.
    Even if they try to keep you from doing it in your underwear, you can
    do it on the couch, in your bed, wherever. They're not going to put up
    with the mess and the smell, and they'll diaper you eventually, I can
    just about guarantee it!"
    	Luke thought about it for a moment, as if he were mustering up
    enough willpower to again declare himself toilet-free and be qualified
    to once again become a member of the D.B.A. club.
    	"You guys are going to have to help me out," he said after
    thinking for several minutes.
    	"Sure, we'll do whatever it takes," Tony said. I nodded in
    agreement.
    	"What would you like us to do?" I asked him.
    	"I dunno, I'm just afraid I'll chicken out or something and go
    back."
    	"So, you want us to maybe force you to wear diapers, or whatever
    we can make of your underpants?"
    	"Yeah, something like that," he said. "I'm hoping I can get
    caught somehow, but if I really do it and then my parents come home, I
    know I'll run to my room and put my pants back on and take my 'diapers'
    off."
    	Tony and I looked at each other.
    	"Got some ideas?" he asked me. I nodded silently in a somewhat
    sinister sort of way.
    	"Let's go to your room," I said. Luke led us into his room.
    	"How long until your parents come home?" Tony asked him.
    	"A couple hours, hard to say. They left right before you guys
    called."
    	"Who's changing Nathan's diapers?" I asked.
    	"He has to keep his diapers on until they get back, since he
    can't even get to his own diapers and he really doesn't know how to put
    them on by himself very well anyway."
    	"So they probably won't be gone long," Tony said.
    	"He's got two Thickies on, he'll be good for awhile."
    	"I can attest to that, being a bona-fide Thickies wearer myself,"
    I said, pointing to my very wet and soiled diapers.
    	"You mean 'boner-fide?'" Tony said, using Butthead's voice from
    "Beavis and Butthead."
    	"Yeah, huh huh, I got a boner in my diapers," I said, emulating
    the voice of Beavis. Luke laughed at this.
    	"I've been in these diapers since this morning," I told Luke.
    	"I can tell," Luke said, noting my strong piss and shit stink
    that was constantly radiating from my butt and crotch.
    	Nathan then stripped off his pants. As he unbuttoned the fly of
    his Levi's 501 jeans his hard dick sprang out, trying to push through
    the fly front of his briefs. He started to take his shirt off, too.
    	"No, no, leave the shirt on," I said. "You'll need it." Tony
    looked at me as he knew what I was thinking.
    	"Sorry, just habit, I guess," Luke said.
    	Nathan was down to his briefs from his waist down. It was no
    surprise that there was a prominent skid mark in the seat of his
    underwear.
    	"Looks like you're off to a good start already," I said as I
    pointed out the brown streak in the seat of his underpants.
    	"Yeah, I guess I am being sort of defiant against my parents by
    not wiping," he confessed.
    	"Might as well 'finish the job', if you know what I mean," I said
    as I nudged Tony.
    	"Have you taken a shit yet today?" I asked him.
    	"Yeah, a few hours ago," he said. "Where do you think the stain
    came from?"
    	"Have you had lunch?"
    	"A couple sandwiches and some soup," he said.
    	"Wanna make them digest faster?" I asked him.
    	"What, what are you guys thinking?"
    	"Laxatives, what else?" I replied.
    	"I got in deep shit for that, too, by the way," Luke said.
    	"You already were in deep shit, get it? Laxatives? Deep shit? Ha!
    Ha! Ha!" I said, pointing out Luke's unintentional pun. Tony laughed
    along with me as we both slapped our bare knees in mock hilarity.
    	"You want us to force you to get caught, this is what you have to
    do," Tony said, trying to encourage Luke to proceed.
    	"Now put all your underwear on," I told him.
    	"*All* of it?" he asked.
    	"As much as you can fit," I said. "You gotta wear them really
    good and thick. You're gonna get caught anyway, so you might as well
    make it count."
    	"Okay," Luke said. He proceeded to put his underpants on, one
    pair over another, repeating this cycle until her had six pairs on.
    	"How's this?" he asked.
    	"Keep going!" I said. "You're not even close to having the
    equivalent of a diaper yet."
    	"I don't have enough to make mine look like your diapers," Luke
    said.
    	"You'd have to buy out the entire boys' underwear department at
    K-Mart to do that," I told him as I demonstrated the sheer extreme
    thickness of my diapers. "Put on as many pairs as you can fit."
    	Luke continued putting on his underpants. Slowly, his
    conglomeration of Hanes, Fruit of the Loom and BVDs were starting to
    resemble the likeness of a diaper. The thickness increased with every
    layer he added. My already hard dick was getting even harder as I
    watched Luke diaper himself in his underwear. He managed to get
    fourteen pairs on before giving up on number fifteen, which would not
    fit.
    	"Good enough for now," I said. "You still have your diaper pins?"
    I asked Luke.
    	"They're all in Nathan's room," he said. "They only stashed the
    diapers, but not the pins."
    	"Perfect!" I said.
    	"What are you going to do with them?" he asked me.
    	"We'll pin your briefs to your shirt so that they'll be harder to
    take off," I said.
    	"You have some crazy ideas," Luke said.
    	"Actually, my sisters have some crazy ideas," I said. "They used
    to pin my diapers to my shirt all the time, before they knew that I
    wasn't planning on taking them off anyway. They still do it sometimes,
    but just for fun now."
    	"You wanted us to force you into this situation, so we're just
    giving you the help you asked us for," Tony said.
    	"I know," Luke said nervously as he led us to Nathan's room. We
    went in and Nathan was sitting at his desk drawing. He was thickly
    pinned up in a foul-smelling double set of Thickies diapers. He turned
    around and looked at us.
    	"Hi Chris, hi Tony," he said, looking down at our diapered
    crotches. He then looked at Luke and all the underwear he had on.
    	"Is that your diaper now?" he asked.
    	"It is," Luke replied.
    	"You're gonna get in trouble if Mom and Dad come home and see you
    like that," he said.
    	"Let 'em see me," Luke said boldly and defiantly. "I *want* to
    get caught."
    	"What for?"
    	"So I can get my diapers back," he said.
    	"Do you think that's gonna work?" Nathan asked.
    	"It'd better," Luke said.
    	"It will," I told him as I patted his shoulder to make him feel
    more assured.
    	"What are you guys doing?" Nathan asked us.
    	"Locking Luke into his 'diapers' so he can't take them off," I
    answered. Nathan had an ample supply of diaper pins, so this gave Tony
    and me plenty of them to use on Luke. He stood still as Tony stuck pins
    into the front and I got to do the back. Just like Lisa and Cindy had
    done when they lock-pinned my diapers to my shirt, I applied a greater
    concentration of diaper pins to the rear, which not only ensured that
    these would be the most difficult for Luke to reach and remove, but it
    also gave me more time to look at Luke's pseudo-diapered butt. Seeing
    his underpants layered together with several waistbands showing brought
    back some fond memories of my between-diaper days. Nathan watched with
    amusement as Tony and I kept sticking diaper pins into Luke's shirt and
    attaching it to the top four pairs of his underwear.
    	"There, now just try taking them off!" I said, recalling having
    heard Lisa and Cindy saying this to me a number of times.
    	"I guess I'm stuck for awhile, aren't I?" Luke said nervously as
    he examined the pins around his waist and tried in vain to pull down on
    his underpants.
    	"We're not done yet," I said.
    	"You mean, the laxatives?" he asked.
    	"That, and one other thing," I replied.
    	"What's that?" he asked.
    	"Take away your pants," I stated.
    	"You serious?" Luke asked, sounding alarmed.
    	"Hey, I'm just doing what my parents and my sisters did to me
    when I got put into diapers. They gave me lots of good ideas."
    	"You can't wear them right now anyway since they won't fit," Tony
    stated.
    	"What are you going to do with my pants?" he asked us.
    	"Just make them temporarily inaccessible," I replied. We went
    back to Luke's bedroom where he reluctantly handed his pants. He picked
    up the pair he had on the floor and also gave us the ones he had in his
    closet. He also had a couple pairs of shorts that he surrendered for
    the sake of his determination to get caught and hopefully get put back
    into diapers.
    	"Do you have any pajama bottoms?" I asked Luke.
    	"Nope, I don't wear them," he said.
    	"Good," I said. "Then this should just about cover it."
    	We went back to Nathan's room and asked him if he knew of some
    good places to hide Luke's pants so that he would not have them
    available to him when his parents came home. Nathan took the entire
    stack in his arms and went out to the garage. His thick diapers forced
    him to waddle.
    	"Now, let's give you the laxatives," Tony said to Luke. "You have
    any around?"
    	"Sure, check the medicine cabinet in the bathroom," Luke told us.
    The poor boy was trembling. He knew it was too late to turn back now.
    He led us into the bathroom and pulled out a box of tablets.
    	"How many should I take?" he asked. His hand was so shaky I could
    hardly read the label on the box.
    	"Depends on how much you want to make your parents make you wear
    diapers again," we told him.
    	Luke decided to just take one pill, not wanting to overdo it. He
    held it in his hand and looked it over for several seconds.
    	"Here goes," he said as he put the pill in his mouth and
    swallowed it.
    	"Well, now I guess we just wait until my parents come home," Luke
    stammered. "The shits gonna hit the fan, I just know it."
    	"It's gonna hit your underwear, that's for damn sure!" I said. We
    went out to the front room and played video games while waiting for
    Luke's Mom and Dad to return.
    	A half hour later Luke was still wearing clean and dry underwear.
    The laxative was slow to kick in. His parents hadn't shown up yet.
    Fifteen minutes later, his bowels gave way to the laxative. He strained
    as he tried to resist pooping in his multiple briefs, but as I had
    learned long ago, all poop must eventually come out of the butt, and
    soon, it did. Without having any way to remove his underwear, he ended
    up taking a big, smelly crap in them. He sat with his legs apart. His
    crotch was packed tightly with several white strips of cloth, some
    overlapping each other at the edges, collectively forming a suitable
    diaper crotch. His underwear was too thick to see anything, but just
    knowing that underneath all those white crotches packed in between his
    legs was a fresh load of shit that wasn't going anywhere until he got
    his briefs taken off. Luke enjoyed it at first, but now he realized the
    gravity of his situation and he started to panic.
    	"I can't do this!" Luke said in resignation. "Hurry, take the
    pins out! Please! Take the pins out! Let me go clean up! Give me my
    pants back!"
    	Luke was trying frantically to get the pins out of his underwear,
    but I put a dozen of them just along the back of his underwear and he
    could not be able to get them off without getting someone else to help
    him. He thought about ripping his shirt off of the pins, but we had him
    tuck it down into his briefs as far as it would go, and it was a nice
    shirt, too, too nice to ruin.
    	"Oh God, why did I do this?" Luke yelled as he held his hands to
    his forehead. "I'm busted, I'm busted!"
    	"Relax!" Tony told Luke. "Think about what you are doing this for
    in the first place. It will be so much easier for you to wear diapers
    and enjoy them after you get through this."
    	"It may not be easy now, but keep at it, and let your parents
    know that you are not going to give up wearing diapers, no matte what,"
    I told him.
    	"I know," he said, trying to hold back his tears of guilt. He was
    in hysterics now, knowing that he would be in big trouble if his
    parents caught him now. Tony and I looked at each other. We nonverbally
    agreed to give him one final chance to back out.
    	"You want us to help you out of your 'diapers?'" I offered.
    	"Yes, please," he replied. "Hurry, they could be home any
    minute!"
    	"Like, this minute?" Tony said as he heard a car pulling in to
    the driveway.
    	"Shit, they're home!" Luke said. "I gotta hide!" he said. "You
    guys split! Get the fuck outta here! Now!"
    	"They're going to come in through the front door, so where do you
    want us to go?" Tony asked.
    	"The back door!" Luke yelled. "Hide out in the back yard or
    something and wait several minutes, and then just leave!"
    	"Okay," we said as we headed to the back door. Tony and I looked
    around the yard to see where we could hide. There was a small shed off
    of the patio. We stood behind it, wedged between the shed and the
    fence. We figured within a few minutes Luke would be getting his ass
    beaten. Both Tony and I felt bad for him, but then we both acknowledged
    that he could have backed out at any point and by no means were we
    forcing him to go along with the things we were doing as he agreed to
    all of it.
    	Ten minutes later we heard someone open the back door and come
    into the back yard.
    	"You boys better come out if you're still here!" an angry man's
    voice yelled. Most likely it was Luke's father. Tony and I cringed as
    we saw his shadow approaching the side of the shed. He opened the shed
    and rummaged through it. Seeing that we were not there, he slammed the
    door shut. He then went towards the back yard.
    	"Now?" I asked Tony, debating whether or not we should bolt for
    the front of the house and get on our bikes and vanish. We watched the
    man search the yard some more, looking up in the trees and through the
    knot holes in the fence across from us.
    	"Now," Tony said. At the same time, we both streaked across the
    yard and tried to get to the gate. Our white diapers must have caught
    his attention.
    	"You boys stop!" he yelled at us. He came charging towards us. We
    thought we had made it, but he grabbed both of us by our shirt collars
    and he would not let us go. We tried to fight him off, but he was a
    strong man. I felt sorry for Luke if this man were to spank him, given
    his strength.
    	"You boys come with me, we need to talk," he said. He escorted
    Tony and me back into the house and into the living room. Luke was
    sitting next to his Mom. His eyes were swollen from the stream of tears
    cascading down his face. He still had all his underwear on, pins and
    all. Had it not been for Luke sitting there in desperate need of our
    support, Tony and I would have bolted for the front door and not dealt
    with this asshole.
    	"Have a seat!" he said as he pointed to the floor.
    	The man confronted us and explained to us what Luke must have
    told him. He had pretty much told the truth. He didn't mention anything
    about taking laxatives, however, as this was never mentioned.
    	"I don't know what it is with you boys, but I don't like what
    you're trying to get my son into," he stated sharply. "You guys are
    like a gang, a diaper gang. You're trying to recruit my son into your
    gang, and I don't like it!"
    	"It's a club, not a--" I started to say before he stopped me.
    	"I'm still talking, now you zip your lip until I'm done talking!"
    he said. I wanted to tell him to fuck himself since he wasn't even my
    Dad and I had no respect for him at all, but I wanted to help Luke and
    I didn't want to make things any worse by mouthing off to this prick.
    	The man accused us of forcing Luke into putting all his underwear
    on and having us pin it to his shirt, as well as hiding his pants.
    Again, he likened our activities to a gang initiation. I could only
    bite my tongue for so long. I then stood up, burst out and said, "Look,
    we're not a gang like you say we are! We're just boys who like to wear
    diapers! We're not doing drugs, we're not mugging people or murdering
    them. We're not doing anything wrong!"
    	Luke's dad stared at me.
    	"So, how do you explain this?" he asked me, pointing to Luke.
    	"He wanted us to force him into getting caught and he asked us to
    make it harder for him to back down in case he changed his mind."
    	"Son, are they telling the truth?"
    	"Yes, Dad," Luke nodded as he wiped his eyes.
    	"Do you really want to wear diapers so bad that you'd go this to
    convince us?!"
    	"Yes," Luke said with a hoarse voice. It sounded like things were
    starting to settle down now. Perhaps a resolution would be reached.
    	"We shouldn't have let you wear diapers all summer," his father
    said.
    	"Then why did you?" Luke asked. "Why was it okay then?"
    	"We didn't think it would lead to this," his mother said. "I
    mean, I can't believe that there are actually clubs out there that
    promote wearing diapers!"
    	"There are, Mom, and I think I belong to it," he said.
    	"Luke, we talked about this last night," his mother said. "If you
    keep wearing diapers, you'll end up like Nathan and you'll need them
    all the time. Is that what you want?"
    	I could tell that Luke wasn't sure how to answer. He didn't say
    anything for a long time.
    	"You're not answering," his father said. "Why aren't you
    answering your mother's question?"
    	"You just don't understand!" Luke said. "You know I want to wear
    diapers, you even let me wear diapers, so you must have known then! Why
    won't you let me wear them now?"
    	"Because we think you're getting too involved in it," his mother
    replied.
    	"So what!" Luke blurted out. "Maybe I am obsessed with diapers!"
    	"Like these guys, right?" his father said as he pointed to Tony
    and me.
    	"Maybe so," Luke said.
    	"You boys need help," the father told us. "You're a couple of
    depraved diaper delinquents," he called us.
    	"Marge, get the boy cleaned up," Luke's father told his mother.
    	"You boys, out of my house now!" he said. "I don't ever want to
    see you back here ever again!" He escorted us out the door and slammed
    it behind us.
    	Tony and I felt bad about what getting Luke into so much trouble.
    We talked about it all the way back home. It was getting close to
    evening and I was ready to go home and get my diapers changed and take
    a nap.
    	Tony and I rode back to our subdivision and rode together until
    we reached Tony's street. We stopped and talked.
    	"Don't worry, Chris," Tony said to me. "I think Luke will forgive
    us, and he'll get this straightened out with his family."
    	"I hope so," I said. I gave Tony a hug and thanked him for
    helping me work out some of my feelings I was having earlier about my
    sexuality.
    	"Read that book," he reminded me. "It will probably answer most
    of your questions," he told me.
    	"Thanks," I said as I parted ways with him and headed for home.
    	By this time, Lisa had overcome her hangover. She talked to me
    about drinking and told me that if I ever faced the temptation to
    drink, don't, or at least wait until I was old enough. I had no
    intentions of ever doing so, even when I turned twenty-one.
    	Since Lisa was being so open about her little iniquity, I almost
    felt like I should confess to mine. I hinted at it when I asked her,
    "What about sex?"
    	"You'll know when the time is right for that," Lisa said. Knowing
    that she's slept with a few guys herself, it would have been
    hypocritical for her to tell me to wait until I was married.
    Considering the way I felt after visiting Megan today, I felt that Lisa
    was right, and for me, I didn't think the time was right for me and her
    to experience these things so early.
    	"Why do you ask?" Lisa asked me.
    	"I dunno," I said, deciding that I had better let sleeping dogs
    lie.
    	"He's at that age," Cindy said.
    	"If you really want my advice on sex, Chris, I'd stick to your
    diapers since that seems to work for you just fine and diapers don't
    get pregnant," Lisa said as she left the room.
    	"Neither do boys," I thought to myself, again wondering at what
    point between straight and gay I fell on the sexuality scale.
    	Cindy then gave me a much overdue diaper change. It felt good to
    have those wet, poop-covered heavy diapers taken off. Cindy didn't
    notice that the pins were any different from the way Megan refastened
    them into my diapers. I think Cindy just wanted to get them off of me
    since I was so smelly after wearing unchanged diapers for over nine
    hours. Instead of cleaning me up I went into the shower and rinsed off
    my poopy butt. When I returned, Cindy wrapped me into some clean, dry
    and fresh diapers, not that they would remain this way for long.
    	I went to my crib and lay in it as I took a nap. I was awakened
    for dinner about an hour later. I was still tired, but at least I was
    awake enough to read part of the book that Tony lent me. I finished out
    the day by writing another very long diaper-y entry on the computer.
    When I went back to my crib for the night I had the urge to jack off
    again. I thought about both Megan and Tony, and as I thought back upon
    the day's event, my mind drifted over towards Tony and Luke pooping in
    their diapers. For the third time today I came wildly in my diapers as
    I thought about diapers and boys. This pretty much helped me to settle
    the quandary I was in regarding my sexuality.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 86
    ---------------------------

    	It was Monday night and Lisa had left for the airport to pick up
    Mom and Dad. They made it back home from Reno okay. Of course I wanted
    to know how much money they won while they were in Reno, but they
    didn't have any big winning stories to report this time around,
    unfortunately. I was hoping they'd at least win enough to buy a new
    computer so I could have the old one for use with the club, but they'll
    probably buy a new one anyway. A new computer for myself would have
    been even better, but this would have been pushing it. My parents never
    learned of Lisa's partying or my afternoon alone with Megan in her
    basement. Cindy was the only one who kept her nose clean, as far as I
    knew, anyway.
    	Mom was going to also take Tuesday morning off from work so that
    she could take me to the doctor then. As I went to bed Monday night I
    was feeling nervous about seeing Dr. Johnston again, especially with
    everything he told me and my Mom about the possible effects that long-
    term diaper wearing would have on me on my first visit a few months
    after I was put into diapers. When I saw him again a year later he
    noticed that the effects of my shunning the toilet were more pronounced
    and advised that retraining my body would be more difficult. It wasn't
    the fact that I was becoming incontinent that bothered me. In fact, I
    enjoyed knowing that my diaper dependency was increasing. It was the
    way the doctor suggested that I might need to be re-toilet trained that
    stuck out in my mind and I found the thought of this to be quite
    disturbing. It created some friction between myself and my parents.
    	I could hardly sleep that night, fearing what Dr. Johnston would
    say about me this time when he would see that I was now completely and
    very likely irreversibly incontinent. As I lay in my crib that night
    and entertained my erection through my thick and freshly changed
    diapers I thought back to my first visit in Dr. Johnston's examining
    room since I was put into diapers.

    	I was nine years old when Dr. Johnston saw me in diapers for the
    first time since I was four, a time I clearly recall him counseling my
    mom on ways to encourage me to use the potty. How much I wanted to
    shove his stethoscope up his butt for saying these things. During
    subsequent visits to Dr. Johnston's office in between the topic of my
    frequent poop accidents and wearing lots of underpants together like
    diapers were brought up every time. For some reason Dr. Johnston really
    wasn't all that surprised about me having this behavior. I was checked
    for encopresis, but no such diagnosis was determined, even when Mom
    took me to two more pediatricians to get second and third opinions.
    Going back to Dr, Johnston, he had suggested having my Mom take me to
    see a child behavior specialist at the time, but mom didn't take things
    this far (I think she was too embarrassed about it).
    	I had only been in diapers for about seven months at the time I
    visited Dr. Johnston after getting put back into diapers. School had
    just gotten out for the summer and I was looking forward to three full
    months of wearing nothing but diapers until school started again. Only
    when I saw the doctor and the dentist and when I got my haircut did I
    ever wear anything over my diapers that entire summer. I never got to
    go out and ride my bike, though, but I was still very happy to be stuck
    at home in diapers most of the time.
    	I caught myself digressing from my thoughts about my first doctor
    visit in diapers as I thought back to my first full summer in diapers
    and how much fun Lisa and Cindy were having so much fun with getting to
    change me all the time and show me off to their girl friends, many of
    whom got to change me at least once. It was on these thoughts that I
    brought myself to ejaculation. While I rested up from masturbating I
    thought back again to my first post-toddlerhood visit to Dr. Johnston
    in diapers.
    	Dr. Johnston, of course, wasn't surprised that I would want to
    wear diapers again after knowing how excruciatingly difficult I was to
    toilet train and what all my parents had been through with me. He
    thought I was just going through a brief experimentation phase and
    trying to satisfy a curiosity that he felt would eventually pass. He
    asked my mom about why she never took me to see a child psychologist.
    My mom told him that she thought she could handle this problem by
    herself. Dr. Johnston changed his approach on handling the matter.
    	"A lot of boys will have a desire to wear diapers again," I
    remember Dr. Johnston explaining to my mother. "Then they either get
    caught or feel guilty about it and then they abandon these feelings."
    	"Not my Chris!" my mother said emphatically. "He's been in
    diapers for seven months straight now."
    	"Does he wear them all the time?" the doctor asked.
    	"Oh yes," my Mom replied. "He hasn't used the toilet at all since
    then. Not even once!" I remember turning my head and smiling as Mom
    mentioned this.
    	Dr. Johnston then asked my mother why I was wearing diapers. My
    Mom became nervous as she honestly explained that she got tired of
    finding my soiled underpants hidden in the closet, having put up with
    this problem for over four years and was at her wit's end. She told him
    that if I was going to keep pooping in my underwear then I should wear
    diapers instead.
    	"We wanted to let him find out for himself what wearing diapers
    is really like. He was not to use the toilet at all and he'd have to
    let his sisters change him. We thought we'd try to make things
    difficult for him and we were hoping he'd hate it after awhile or be
    embarrassed by his sisters seeing him in diapers and changing him and
    teasing him about it and all. We thought for sure he'd want to give the
    diapers up after awhile, but after a couple months, he wasn't showing
    any signs of wanting us to take him out of diapers. In fact, when we
    determined that this was what Chris really wanted, we decided to let
    him keep wearing them for as long as he wishes."
    	I remember Mom's first discussion between her and the doctor
    about my diapers almost like it was yesterday. The doctor seemed to be
    very concerned that my parents were subjecting me to abuse by keeping
    me in diapers, but Mom assured him that they were giving me the chance
    to determine for myself if I should wear diapers or not. I sat there on
    the cold examining table with only diapers on, feeling my dick get hard
    as I listened to Mom tell Dr. Johnston why I was wearing diapers at the
    age of nine. The doctor then asked my Mom if I was showing any signs of
    losing control of my bladder or bowels.
    	"He's been wetting at night more," my Mom said. "He only wet the
    bed occasionally once he was... sigh... potty trained." Mom rolled her
    eyes and groaned as she mentioned potty training.
    	The doctor asked my Mom more questions about my bowel control and
    if I was having daytime wetting accidents.
    	"Hard to tell," my Mom said. "You never know if he's wet or
    pooped on purpose or if it's an accident now. Since he's in diapers and
    he has to use them, there's no way to tell."
    	Dr. Johnston then asked me if any of the times that I wet or
    pooped during the day were accidents.
    	"I had diarrhea a couple weeks ago," I explained. "I also woke up
    with dirty diapers a few mornings ago," I said.
    	Dr. Johnston then performed a couple tests on my bladder and my
    bowels. These were tests that I was not prepared for. The doctor had
    the nurse remove my disposable diaper for me before the tests began. I
    usually wore cloth diapers, of course, but Mom put me in a disposable
    diaper before we left for the doctor. She didn't want the nurse to
    spend half her day just taking all the diapers and pins off, and she
    didn't want the doctor to see the full extent of my usual diaper-
    wearing. The disposable diaper wasn't nearly as thick, and because of
    this my pants were too loose. Even a belt didn't help. When the doctor
    had told me to drop my pants, I did so quite literally.
    	I was quite embarrassed when the nurse pulled away my diaper, all
    full of pee and poop. My hard-on was sticking straight up and I tried
    to hide it.
    	"Don't be embarrassed about that, Chris," the nurse told me. "It
    happens to all boys." She then cleaned me up so that the doctor could
    examine me. She then wadded up the soiled diaper and threw it in the
    trash. With my diaper off and my butt and balls cleaned, the doctor
    returned to the room. He examined my genitals first. By then I lost my
    erection, but it came back when he probed my butt with his hand and
    stimulated my prostrate gland.
    	Next, Dr. Johnston brought out some things that he would be using
    to test my bladder capacity as well as my bowels. I especially remember
    the enema that I was given. My Mom still tells me about how wide open
    my eyes were when I looked at how big that bulb was that the doctor was
    holding.
    	"Are you gonna stick that thing up my butt?" I asked him. My Mom
    looked at me funny as I asked the doctor this question.
    	"Yes, Chris, it's part of the testing that I must do," the doctor
    replied professionally. I thought that he was going to cram the whole
    thing into my butt, bulb and all. I was then relieved that he was only
    sticking the small end into my asshole instead. He pumped what felt
    like gallons of warm water up into my rectum. It was very strange and
    uncomfortable. Eventually my turd tunnel was completely purged and the
    doctor was then able to complete the testing. He probed my butt again
    and examined it some more, all while my mother sat there and watched. I
    remember farting in the doctor's face while he was examining my butt.
    	"Chris," mom scolded me mildly.
    	"I couldn't help it, mom, sorry," I innocently said to her.
    	"Don't worry, Mrs. Barrett, that happens all the time," Dr.
    Johnston told my mom. "In fact, I usually expect it from little boys."
    	When Dr. Johnston was done he left the room and the nurse came
    back in. She asked me how I felt.
    	"Uhh, clean," I said as I felt like I was farting water out of my
    now voided butthole.
    	"We'll get you diapered again," she said. I lay down on the
    examining table and the nurse pulled out a disposable diaper from the
    cabinet. Much like the school nurse, Dr. Johnston's nurse was quite
    professional and methodical with her diapering techniques. The diaper
    wasn't nearly as thick as what I was used to wearing, but it would last
    until I got home.
    	When it came time for me to put my pants on, I realized that they
    were too loose because they were fitted to go over the cloth diapers
    that I usually wore.
    	"You'll just have to hold your pants up while we walk out," Mom
    said. I sat there next to Mom while thinking about what I would look
    like coming out of the examining room and through the lobby with
    probably half a dozen kids or more looking at me.
    	Dr. Johnston came back into the room and talked to both my mother
    and I about the results of his tests.
    	"Mrs. Barrett," he opened. "These tests that I have taken on
    Chris' digestive system show that Chris is beginning to rapidly lose
    control of both his bladder and his bowels, and I suspect that this is
    a result of his decision to wear diapers all the time. While it is
    entirely up to you and Chris on whether or not he continues to wear
    diapers, I feel that it is necessary to warn you about what is going to
    happen should Chris remain in diapers and refrain from using the
    toilet. He's already wetting at night, as you indicated, and his bowel
    muscles are also starting to show signs of deterioration. If this
    continues, Chris will need to be reconditioned, in other words, you'll
    need to toilet train him all over again."
    	"Oh God!" I thought. "I don't want to be toilet trained again!"
    Mom was likely thinking the same thing, knowing that I would not go for
    toilet training a second time around. I know she didn't want to go
    through it again, either.
    	"It's not too late now, but I would seriously think about what
    Chris' decision to continue wearing diapers is going to do to him,
    physically, mentally and socially. He could stop wearing diapers now
    and he would probably be okay."
    	"No!" I thought. "Don't take my diapers away!" Mom looked at me
    and she knew this was exactly what I was thinking. The doctor continued
    with his counseling.
    	"If you prolong this, Chris, your muscles will continue to
    deteriorate and you will be un-conditioning yourself even further. Your
    bladder and bowel muscles will weaken more, your retention will
    diminish, and retraining you will be much more difficult to achieve.
    Eventually, it will be almost impossible for you to be retrained."
    	I almost cried, realizing that I could permanently damage myself
    just from becoming used to wearing diapers. It seemed to be a pretty
    drastic consequence for wanting to wear diapers.
    	"Mom? What does all this mean?" I asked her.
    	"You might want to think about whether or not you really still
    want to wear diapers," my Mom said. The doctor answered some of my
    Mom's questions and then we left. I walked out into the waiting room
    holding my pants up while other people's kids looked at me. I couldn't
    wait to get to the car.
    	Here, take this, it's yours," Mom said as she handed me the bag.
    We were standing behind another lady who was busy with the
    receptionist.
    	"Go out to the car, I'll be right there," Mom said. Having to use
    both of my hands to hold my pants up, I went out into the lobby, going
    past several people and their kids all waiting to be examined. Knowing
    that my appointment ran long, I figured that I was the cause of the
    backlog. Hurrying to get out of there, I took both of my hands off of
    my pants so that I could push open the door. In doing this, my pants
    dropped to my knees, exposing to the people in the waiting room that I
    had a diaper on.
    	"Look mom! He's wearing a diaper!" I heard a girl saying to her
    mother. As I was pulling my pants back up another mother and her son
    were coming in. I noticed that the boy was staring at my diapered butt
    when he walked by. Maybe he'd ask his mother if he could wear diapers,
    too. At least this thought entertained me enough to take my mind off of
    the results of the doctor visit momentarily.
    	On the way home Mom asked me what I was thinking.
    	"I didn't know that would happen to me," I said to Mom.
    	"I didn't think so, either," my Mom said. "But the doctor's
    probably right."
    	"Do you want me to keep wearing diapers?" I asked Mom, shaking so
    nervously.
    	"Well, I know if I take your diapers away you'll throw a big
    tantrum, so I'm not going to do that."
    	This came as a big relief to me and I thought that the issue was
    settled and my diaper-wearing days were not doomed. I wanted to hug and
    kiss mom for this, but she was busy driving. Still, Mom talked about it
    some more.
    	"I want you to think about all this, Chris, and I mean, really
    think about it. You're only nine, and you have almost your whole life
    ahead of you. You won't always be the boy that you are now. Someday
    you'll be 19, 29, 39, maybe 79, and what you do now will likely affect
    you all those years down the road. This is serious, Chris, so think
    about it, and if at any time you don't want to wear diapers, then let
    us know and we'll try to help you get back to using the toilet."
    	"I don't want to use the toilet!" I whined. "Don't take my
    diapers away!"
    	"I told you, Chris, I'm not taking your diapers away, now settle
    down! I know you don't want me to do that now, but I want you to think
    about this. You have all summer. Maybe by the time you go back to
    school and think about what you went through last year with all the
    kids teasing you, you will have changed your mind."
    	I remember how difficult that week was for me. I wasn't about to
    give up the pleasure that wearing diapers gave me, no matter what my
    Mom or Dad told me, no matter what Dr. Johnston told me. They tried to
    get Lisa and Cindy to help persuade me into not wearing diapers any
    longer, but they were having so much fun and enjoying diapering me up
    all the time. The thought of actually ruining my insides scared me at
    first, but after I talked to Tony about it, he helped me feel better.
    He told me that he was wetting more at night and he was starting to
    wake up in poopy diapers, too.
    	It took a few days for my fears to subside. Eventually my fears
    of losing control had turned into something that I wanted. I was then
    excited by the fact that if I could lose control of my pee and poop I
    would *have* to wear diapers after awhile, eventually for good. I'd be
    permanently stuck in diapers!
    	I felt that my parents were expecting me to have changed my mind
    after about a week. My Dad acted like he wanted me to give up the
    diapers and all but came right out and said that he wants me out of
    diapers. When he suggested that I think about going back to the toilet
    I threw a huge fit and told him that I would not use the toilet ever
    again. I ran off to my room crying.
    	"Fine! If you want to wake up in wet and stinky diapers every
    morning for the rest of your life, then that's up to you!"
    	I picked up as many toys as I could get a hold of and I threw
    them all around the room. I knocked things over and kicked things. I
    made a huge mess of my room. After I exhausted myself from my tantrum I
    lay on my bed and sobbed as I thought about how this conflict between
    my desire for diapers and my parents was starting up all over again
    after thinking that I had been getting my way at last. It was sheer
    hell. I heard Mom and Dad arguing out in the kitchen about me, and I
    felt bad that I was creating such a rift in their otherwise solid
    marriage. Lisa came in and sat down with me as she was tired of
    listening to Mom and Dad yell back and forth.
    	"Good God, Chris, your room is a mess!" she exclaimed as she had
    to step around and over several of my toys.
    	"I don't care!" I blubbered.
    	"Are Mom and Dad trying to take away your diapers?" Lisa asked
    me.
    	"I think they are," I said. "They're fighting about it, too." I
    started bawling.
    	"Chris, relax," Lisa said as she rubbed my back.
    	"I won't let that happen, and neither will Cindy," she assured
    me.
    	"How's that?" I asked Lisa while I wiped away my tears.
    	"We just won't let you use the bathroom," Lisa said as she
    smiled, trying to make me feel better.
    	"But what if Mom makes me go in there and sit on the toilet?"
    	Lisa then reached into my plastic pants and picked at one of the
    several diaper pins that Cindy had used on my diapers.
    	"The way we diaper you now, you don't have a chance of getting
    them off in time as it is. We'll make sure of it, too."
    	"So what if Mom tells you to stop putting diapers on me?"
    	"She won't. And if she does, that's too bad, you're getting
    diapers anyway. And a whole bunch of them, too, just like you've been
    getting."
    	"So, you're gonna make sure that I don't get my diapers taken
    away?"
    	"Yep!" Lisa said with a nod. "You look cute in diapers, and I
    like diapering up my little brother." She then hugged me. I normally
    resisted hugs from my sisters, but this time I let Lisa comfort me as I
    was in need of comfort and support.
    	"Mom might take away my diapers any time and I won't have any to
    wear, then what?"
    	"She won't do that," Lisa said. "I think it's Dad who is wanting
    you to get out of diapers, now that the doctor says that you might make
    yourself need them all the time."
    	"If he does that I'll pee and poop all over everything!" I
    shouted defiantly.
    	My Dad came into my room and sat down with me. He asked about the
    mess, but then decided that I could clean it up later and that it
    wasn't such an important issue at the moment. If anything, it probably
    convinced him to never suggest that I use the toilet again, lest I
    wreck the entire house, or at least I hoped. He asked Lisa to leave.
    	"Ahh, Dad, he was just getting to feel better, Lisa said.
    	"Lisa, leave the room," he told her sternly.
    	"Yes, Dad."
    	I began crying again as Dad told me what he and Mom were talking
    about. He called it talking, anyway; I called it yelling. He waited
    until I was calmed down enough to tell me that he would like to see me
    try to stop wearing diapers. He chose his words very delicately, making
    it clear that this was only his wish. He reiterated what the doctor had
    told me. At the end he apologized for getting into a spat with Mom over
    this matter. At the same time he told me that dealing with my diaper
    wearing has created a lot of stress for him and Mom and he doesn't want
    to keep fighting over the matter.
    	"Your Mom thinks that you won't ever give up your diapers, and I
    think that someday you will. I know it's been several months since you
    started wearing them, but now that you know what it can do to you, I
    think you'll make a more informed decision about yourself."
    	"I don't want to stop wearing diapers!" I stated.
    	"Fine, I don't expect you to make a decision now, Chris," my Dad
    said in a calm voice. "But do think about it."
    	Dad left the room. I remained on my bed where I began to cry
    again, crying myself to sleep.
    	While I was sleeping I heard Mom and Dad yelling at each other
    again. Dad then came into my bedroom, this time in a fiery rage.
    	"All right, Chris! That's it!" he yelled. "Get off your bed!"
    	Before I even had a chance to get up, Dad grabbed me by the wrist
    and stood me up before him. I was paralyzed in fear as he yanked off my
    plastic pants.
    	"I have had it with you and your damn diapers!" he shouted. "Now
    stand still!"
    	Dad then quickly and impatiently removed the pins from my
    diapers, throwing them to the floor. He undid the tight and thick
    diapering job that Cindy did on me in a matter of seconds. A loosely
    strewn pile of wet and soiled diapers lay scattered beneath me.
    	"What are you doing, Dad?" I asked him.
    	"I am getting rid of your diapers!" he shouted. "Now get your
    butt into that bathroom and sit on that toilet!"
    	"No!" I screamed. "I want my diapers! I want my diapers!"
    	"No more diapers for you!" he shouted. I resisted as much as I
    could, but Dad was too strong for me. I tried to grab onto my door jamb
    as he pulled me out into the hallway, but my efforts were useless.
    Naked from the waist down, he dragged me through the hallway. Lisa and
    Cindy stood in awe as they watched Dad furiously shove me into the
    bathroom. He directed me to the toilet.
    	"Sit on the toilet!" he demanded.
    	"No!" I said. He took a swat at my behind.
    	"Dammit, I said SIT ON THE GODDAMN TOILET!!"
    	By this time I was crying even harder, weakened by my father's
    threats to spank me again. He shoved me down on the toilet and held me
    down. He then called my Mom into the bathroom. She was holding a chain
    and a padlock.
    	"Lock him down!" my dad yelled at her. He was very impatient as
    he ordered Mom to hurry it up. She draped the chain over me and then
    wrapped it around to the back of the toilet. She then padlocked it.
    	I was forcibly planted on the toilet, unable to get up. Dad left
    the door open. Lisa and Cindy then came in and gave me a sympathetic
    stare, knowing that this was not what I wanted.
    	"Come on, girls, he has all day!" my Dad said. "Help me gather
    Chris' diapers!"
    	As I sat there on the toilet all I could do was cry. I wasn't
    about to pee or poop as my Dad was wanting me to. I watched Lisa,
    Cindy, and my Mom all carrying diapers from out of my room as I watched
    them go past the bathroom doorway.
    	"Bring my diapers back!" I shouted. "Bring them back!"
    	Lisa came back into the bathroom, holding up one of my diapers.
    	"Sorry, Chris, we have to do what Dad told us to do," she said as
    she held up one of my diapers.
    	"What are you doing with them?" I asked as she left. She did not
    return.
    	Meanwhile, I decided that I would do all I could to make sure
    that I would not taint the crystal clear toilet water beneath me and
    thus prove that I was still capable of using a toilet. I then realized
    that this would backfire on me as it would demonstrate that I could
    hold it. It seemed like such an unfathomable thing for me to do, but
    being chained to a toilet gave me no choice but to pee and poop in it.
    	Dad came back a few minutes later and checked to see what I had
    done.
    	"Good boy!" my Dad said. "Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
    	"I want my diapers back," I whimpered.
    	"Too late now," my Dad said as he released the padlock and
    removed the chain.
    	"Where are my diapers?" I cried.
    	"I'll show you where your damn diapers are," he said as he told
    me to get off the toilet. As I left the bathroom I was greeted by Dr.
    Johnston. I stood before him naked.
    	I knew you could do it, Chris," he said to me as he was going
    into the bathroom himself.
    	"Why are you here?" I asked Dr. Johnston as he closed the door.
    	"Come on, Chris," my Dad ordered me. He led me out to the back
    yard, where Lisa, Cindy and my Mom were all gathered in a semi-circle.
    Even Megan was there.
    	"Hi Chris!" she said to me, holding one of my diapers.
    	"Megan!" I shouted. "What is going on?"
    	She then tossed one of my diapers onto the big pile of diapers in
    the corner of the yard. I was shocked to see that they had been lit on
    fire! Dad was burning my diapers! He couldn't do this!
    	"I hate you, Dad!" I shouted at him. "You took my diapers away!"
    	"It's for your own good, Chris!" he shouted back.
    	"Chris, now that you're naked, let's go to your room!" Megan
    said. While the rest of the family was busy burning my diapers, Megan
    led me into the house and to my room.
    	"They took away my diapers!" I cried.
    	"I know," Megan said. "That makes it easier for me, you know."
    	Megan then lay me down on my bed and started talking dirty to me.
    She then took off her own clothes and told me that she would be right
    back.
    	"Where are you going?" I asked her.
    	"I'm taking my clothes to the burn pile. I don't need them,
    either, just like you don't need your diapers."
    	I watched Megan exit the room. I stared at her plump naked butt
    jiggling as she walked out carrying her pants and shirt. I got hard as
    I thought about what she was wanting to do when she got back. My
    anticipation was ruined when, instead of Megan returning to my room, it
    was my Dad. He was still angry about something, but I had no idea what.
    He came running towards me, as if he were about to attack me. I was
    screaming, saying, "No, Dad, no! Don't hurt me!"
    	"I'm not through with you yet, boy!" he shouted. He had his hands
    behind his back, ready to hit me.
    	"NOOOOO!!!" I screamed again.
    	Suddenly, everything went black.

    	I was in a cold sweat and trembling when I woke up in the middle
    of the night, realizing that everything that I had just witnessed in my
    mind was all a dream, a very bad dream except for at the end, at least.
    It was a dream I shall never soon forget. I remember how I still had a
    big hard-on from the scene at the end where Megan was stark naked in
    front of me. Having woken up, I realized that I was really still in my
    diapers after all. I stuck my hands into my plastic pants and I felt
    reassured of their presence by their thick bulkiness and all the pins
    in them. They were all there, tightly clamped into place and not ripped
    away as my Dad had done in the horrible dream.
    	I thought back to the previous night before I went to sleep. The
    last conscious thought that I could recall was when I thought about Dad
    sitting on the bed with me trying to convince me to give up my diapers
    back when I was nine years old. In my mind I compared what happened in
    the dream to what really happened, which wasn't much, thank God. In
    reality, I had a talk with my parents later that night following the
    appointment with Dr. Johnston. We talked about what Dr. Johnston told
    me, asking me if I had fully considered what I was in for if I did not
    stop wearing diapers.
    	"Yes, and I want to keep wearing diapers," I told them firmly and
    without any hesitation. There was a short pause and then my mother
    said, "We thought that was likely going to be your decision, Chris."
    	"What do you guys think?" I asked them.
    	"We think you should probably think about it still, but it sounds
    like you've already made up your mind," my dad said in concession.
    	"There's one other thing we want you to know, Chris," my Mom
    said.
    	"What's that?"
    	"Your father and I both love you, no matter what you decide to
    do."
    	"I love you, too," I said to both of them. I then gave each of
    them a hug. I kissed Mom. Since then the issue of my decision to wear
    diapers had never come under fire and my family has continued to live
    in peace for over the last three years since then.
    	My diapers were drenched and dirty, assuring me that I didn't
    somehow get up in the middle of the night and use the toilet in my
    sleep. I even sat up and turned my lamp on so that I could look down at
    my crotch and see that my diapers were there, white as snow and all
    thickly and tightly pinned onto me like they were when Cindy changed me
    the night before. My crotch was packed full of cloth and I couldn't
    close my legs.
    	"Ahh yes, I am diapered, I am diapered!" I said to myself as I
    calmed down after thinking about the nightmare I just had. I rubbed my
    diapers and felt them some more, just to further convince myself that
    they were really there. Dreams make me do things like this if they seem
    real enough, which this one most certainly did. I aroused my hard-on
    some more, but not enough to ejaculate. I looked at my clock radio,
    which read 3:47 AM. It was too early still, so I decided to go back to
    sleep, hoping I wouldn't have that terrible, terrible nightmare ever
    again.
    	Just as I was reaching for my lamp to shut it off, Cotton came
    into the room and meowed. He could tell that I had a bad dream and he
    hopped up onto my crib. I picked him up and held him for a moment and
    kissed his head. I then turned the light off and lay back down. Cotton
    crawled onto my chest and kneaded it as his sharp claws dug into my
    shirt. I petted him for several minutes and scratched his chin. His
    gentle purring soothed me as I took comfort in knowing that what
    happened in the dream would only be an occurrence in my memory.
    	Cotton eventually stopped kneading me and he settled down and
    curled himself up at the foot of my crib. While I was trying to get
    back to sleep I kept waiting for Megan to come back into the room, but
    I knew she wasn't going to come now. Even if she did, she would have
    had to take all my diapers off. Considering the dream I just had, I
    would have told her to leave them on me.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 87
    ---------------------------

    	I had fallen back asleep, having forgotten about the bad dream I
    had before it woke me up. If I had dreamt anything again, I wasn't able
    to recall it. I felt so calm and still now while so peacefully asleep,
    and I wish it had lasted longer. Mom came into my room at about 7:30
    that morning. The overhead light clicked on, but I tried to ignore it.
    As I felt her cold hand touching my arm I flinched.
    	"Wake up, Chris," Mom said to me as she pulled down the gate of
    my crib and then pulled back the covers and exposed my diapers.
    	"I'm too sleepy," I whined to Mom. "Let me sleep."
    	"You have a doctor appointment, remember?" Mom reminded me while
    patting my bottom a couple times. "Besides, you need to get used to
    waking up at this time anyway for school. Dr. Johnston is expecting us
    in an hour."
    	Dr, Johnston! Mom's mention of Dr. Johnston brought to my mind
    the bad dream I had last night. This made me rise to a fully awake
    state.
    	"Oh no, Dr. Johnston, that's right!" I said. I started to get out
    of my crib, still trying to overcome my tiredness.
    	"Don't dawdle, Chris," Mom said as she could see that I was still
    not moving as fast as she wanted me to go. She directed me to my
    changing pad on the floor. As I lay myself into position and spread my
    legs apart for Mom to do the dirty work, I closed my eyes and almost
    fell asleep again.
    	"You must have stayed up late those nights we were gone," Mom
    said. Before covering her hands in my shit she patted my face a couple
    times to wake me up again.
    	"I had a bad dream," I mumbled groggily. "It woke me up in the
    middle of the night. And then I couldn't get back to sleep."
    	"Oh? What happened?" Mom asked me.
    	"Last night I was thinking about the time when we went and saw
    Dr. Johnston and he was telling you that if I kept wearing diapers I
    would lose control, and you and Dad got into a fight about it."
    	"That was settled long ago, Chris," Mom said as she brushed my
    bangs back. "Your father and I knew that you weren't about to give up
    diapers, even knowing what would happen to you because of it."
    	"In the dream Dad got really mean and he took my diapers off and
    he was yelling at me and he spanked me, and he made me sit on the
    toilet and he chained me to it, and then he had you and Lisa and Cindy
    all take my diapers to the back yard and burn them!"
    	"That was some dream you had, Chris," Mom said as she continued
    to remove Cindy's diapering job from last night. She was only halfway
    through all the pins and diaper layers, not having maintained the speed
    that Lisa and Cindy had acquired over the years.
    	"Dad probably shouldn't have chained you to the toilet when we
    were potty training you," Mom said. "Dad still talks about it from time
    to time. He does regret it, I can assure you of that."
    	"It just made me remember how bad I felt that you and Dad were
    fighting over me wanting to wear diapers then," I said.
    	"You probably had the doctor appointment on your mind when you
    went to bed last night, and this was probably what made you think of
    it."
    	"What do you think Dr. Johnston will say this time?" I asked Mom.
    	"He'll probably say, 'I told you so.'"
    	"He's not going to say that I should get toilet trained again, is
    he?"
    	"We know *that's* a lost cause," Mom stated emphatically. "He'll
    tell you what has happened to your body and he'll tell you what your
    chances are of gaining control of your bladder and bowels are, which I
    would say is virtually nil at this point, but he knows that you won't
    stop wearing diapers."
    	"What do you think he'll say to you?" I asked Mom.
    	"He knows that we made it your decision to wear diapers even
    after having told us what it would do to you, so we have nothing to do
    with it."
    	After Mom had my diapers off she cleaned up the big mess I made
    in them. I was reminded of the weight of my diapers after I had wet in
    them when I heard Mom drop them into the diaper pail. They made a
    sloshing thud as they hit the bottom of the pail. My dick was hard
    again as it always was during a diaper change. This was in part due to
    my thinking about how the dream nearly ended with Megan taking her
    clothes off, which I did not tell Mom about. Actually this wasn't how
    it totally ended, but I wish it ended with Megan making passionate love
    to me after all I had been through.
    	"How did the dream end?" Mom asked me just as I was thinking
    about Megan showing me her naked behind, both from the dream and from
    the time we were alone in the basement at her house.
    	"Dad was coming after me again, saying he wasn't finished with
    me. At that point I got so scared I woke up," I said.
    	"Oh my gosh, dear," Mom said. "Your dad would never even think of
    doing that. He loves you, Chris. And he came to accept you wearing
    diapers a long time ago, so put that horrible thought of your mind."
    	"All I know is that everyone was in the back yard burning my
    diapers before that," I said, continuing to talk about the dream.
    	"Dreams like that can be pretty scary, especially where fire and
    people threatening you are concerned," Mom said. "I sometimes dream
    that the house burns down with you kids all trapped inside. Then I wake
    up in a panic thinking the house is on fire. It's awful!"
    	While Mom got out a disposable diaper and put it on me she and I
    talked about our dreams some more. Mom mentioned that she still had a
    lot of dreams about fire since she was caught in her friend's burning
    house one night when she had a sleepover there. This happened to her
    about thirty years ago.
    	"If it weren't for the brave firemen who rescued us out of that
    burning house-- I wouldn't be here, and neither would you," Mom said
    with a long pause in her sentence, as she hugged me after she finished
    diapering me in the Thickies disposable. After I was diapered Mom left
    the room and told me to get my shirt changed and get my shoes and socks
    on.
    	"I'll go get your shorts," she said. "You can put them on in the
    front room."
    	I got up and went to my closet to change my shirt. My night shirt
    was still damp from sweating so much after the bad dream. While I was
    at it I decided to check my diaper cabinet just to make sure they were
    all still there. As I opened it I looked at stack after stack of all my
    thick, white, and neatly folded diapers. All my plastic pants were
    there as well, with the supply of diaper pins. I ran my hands over the
    diaper stacks and then smelled the fabric to confirm their tangibility.
    It helped to reassure me that the dream was just that, a dream. My
    diapers were safe. As silly as it seemed, I hugged and kissed some of
    my diapers at that moment.
    	When I went out to the kitchen to get breakfast I looked out the
    sliding door and into the back yard.
    	"What are you looking at, Chris?" Mom asked me.
    	"I'm just thinking about what I saw in last night's dream," I
    said. "It seemed so real, like it really happened."
    	"Oh, don't be silly, Chris," Mom said. "Nobody's out there
    burning your diapers. Go check your cabinet, your diapers are all
    there."
    	"I already checked," I said. "I know they're there."
    	"Then you have nothing to worry about," Mom said to me as she put
    her hand on my shoulder. Mom then admitted that after she had a fire
    dream she would get up and check the stove and anything else that might
    catch the house on fire, just to be sure.
    	I went to the cupboard and pulled out the box of Lucky Charms
    when Mom stopped me.
    	"No, no, dear, just have some toast and some juice," Mom said.
    "The doctor said to eat lightly before the visit."
    	I was hungry and I felt like eating the whole box, but I had to
    settle for two pieces of buttered toast and a glass of orange juice.
    When I finished eating I slipped my shorts on and then went out to the
    car with Mom.
    	I felt nervous and fidgety during the drive to Dr. Johnston's
    office. I just knew he would try to admonish me about wearing diapers
    nonstop for so long. Flashbacks to last night's dream and to the
    argument my parents got into three years ago weren't helping me to
    relax any.
    	We arrived in Dr. Johnston's office at 8:20 A.M. The waiting room
    was empty and quiet. The TV was on with one of those damn talk shows
    that have squeezed out what used to be mostly game shows in the
    morning. I sat down on the cold seat while Mom told the receptionist
    that we were here.
    	"Go ahead and have a seat, Mrs. Barrett," I heard the
    receptionist tell my mother. "Dr. Johnston will be ready to see Chris
    shortly."
    	Mom took her seat next to me. She brought her own copy of
    "Reader's Digest" with her. The talk show was about women who have sex
    with their teenage daughters' boyfriends, I think; I wasn't really
    paying attention. Apparently the receptionist was, since she got up
    from her desk and turned the TV over to the PBS station, being that
    this was a pediatrician's waiting room. Barney was on, ugh! Several
    Barney parody songs ran through my mind as I tried to tune out that
    wretched purple dinosaur!
    	I looked at the pile of magazines on the table next to me. There
    was a stack of Highlights magazines, and other children's reading
    material was also provided. There were also several copies of "Parents"
    magazines. The copy on top prominently indicated that it had an article
    on toilet training. As this caught my interest I immediately picked up
    the magazine and leafed through it. Mom looked at me as if she had
    expected me to opt for the "Parents" magazine over the other literary
    diversions that I could have chosen.
    	The article of interest was several pages back, so I went through
    the pages beforehand to look at the diaper ads along the way. The first
    one was a Pampers ad with a girl in it, so I immediately skipped this
    one and grumbled in disappointment, hoping to see a diaper ad with a
    boy in it instead. The next such ad was for Huggies, which had a boy
    modeling the diaper. This time I looked at the ad intently, anything to
    help clear my mind of the first ad I saw. It was a nice butt shot
    showing a boy who had to have been three years old bending over and
    showing off the Size 5 Huggies. It reminded me of my own recent stint
    with modeling Thickies diapers. The Thickies ads were due to debut in
    next month's issues of several magazines, including "Parents." This was
    stated in the "Thickies" newsletter that arrived in the mail earlier
    this month. I looked through the remaining stack to see if they had the
    latest "Parents" magazine, but the most recent one I saw was for July.
    I went back to reading the issue that I had selected.
    	My dick got hard as I looked at the diaper ad some more and
    thought about how the boy would eventually deposit a butt-dirtying load
    of poop in his Huggies diaper if he hadn't already done so. Other boys
    my age would have been just as happy with a porno magazine as I was
    with a parenting magazine that was chock full of diaper ads. Realizing
    that the nurse could come out at any minute and tell me to "come on
    back", I decided that I had better get to reading the article. I
    briefly looked at a Boy's Pull-Ups ad and skipped another diaper ad
    with a girl in it before I got to the toilet training article.
    	The article showed a boy in a diaper off to the side, much to my
    pleasure. On the facing page was a chart that showed the ages of both
    boys and girls and the percentage of each gender that was still in
    diapers, according to a survey recently conducted by the magazine. The
    chart was broken down into three-month increments, starting at 18
    months and ending at four years. There was a pink line for the girls
    and a blue line for the boys. As expected, and to my satisfaction, the
    pink line showed a steeper decline between the ages of two and three,
    whereas the blue line didn't show a significant decline until after age
    three. The slope on the blue line wasn't as steep as the pink line, and
    at age four, the blue line was still quite a ways above the pink line.
    	"They should have made this chart go to age twelve," I said to
    Mom as I showed her the article. Mom looked at it and said, "with as
    many boys as there are like you, Chris, I agree." She then returned to
    her reading. I then imagined what the chart would look like if it had
    gone to age twelve. The pink line would asymptotically approach zero,
    while the blue line would hold steady, perhaps increase again as there
    had to have been other boys like me who started wearing diapers again
    after a brief period of forced toilet usage. At least this was how I
    liked to envision it.
    	I looked up at the clock on the wall. It was 8:37.
    	"He's running late," I moaned to Mom.
    	"I know, Chris, just be patient," Mom said.
    	"I already am, get it? Patient? Doctor?" I then laughed, hoping
    Mom would laugh with me.
    	"Go back to reading your toilet training article," Mom groaned as
    she gently smacked me with the magazine she was reading.
    	I started reading the article itself, actually, skimming through
    it as I was surely going to get called soon. I read the usual material
    that all the toilet training articles stated, particularly the fact
    that boys take longer to toilet train, something I was very proud of,
    as were all of my fellow diapered brethren. I read about all the tricks
    and gimmicks that parents use to force their kids out of diapers. I was
    laughing to myself as I read about star charts, stickers, "big boy"
    underpants, other bribes, books, videos, following the example of an
    older sibling, other kids at daycare who were potty trained, none of
    which worked on me. For me, toilet training was applied with brute
    force.
    	"No one's kids will go to college in diapers," a pediatrician was
    quoted in the article.
    	"Bullshit!" I thought to myself with a suppressed laugh. I knew
    for sure that I was going to be one of them and that there were likely
    other boys born before me who wore diapers for the rest of their lives.
    How I wished I could rewrite this article.
    	I looked up at the clock again, 8:44. Was Dr. Johnston ever going
    to see me today, I thought. I went back to reading the article,
    studying closely the section that compared boys to girls. I was in the
    midst of reading this section with delight when suddenly, the nurse
    came out.
    	"Chris Barrett," she called out. I set the magazine down and
    looked up at the nurse.
    	"The doctor will see you now," she said. "Come on back."
    	I set the magazine down and then followed the nurse to the
    examining room with Mom following me. The nurse directed us to the room
    where Dr. Johnston would be checking me over.
    	"Go ahead and strip down to your underwear," the nurse said. I
    wasn't sure if she knew what my "underwear" was. I felt hesitant as I
    grabbed at the waistband of my shorts. I then decided to just pull them
    down at once, which immediately revealed in its entirety the Thickies
    disposable diaper that I had on. I figured there was no point in
    delaying having the nurse see my diaper. Besides, I figured she was a
    nurse and she had likely seen other boys my age in diapers. She didn't
    seem to be fazed by the fact that I had a diaper on, although being a
    Thickies diaper, this probably got her attention, especially when I
    bent over to remove my shoes and let her see how thick it was.
    	"Now take off your shirt, please," the nurse told me. I did as I
    was instructed and took off my shirt, feeling chilled by wearing just a
    diaper in the cold room. I don't know why, but doctors' exam rooms
    always seemed cold to me. I was nearly naked now as the nurse directed
    me back out of the room and took me over to the scale out in the
    hallway. I just hoped no other patients or their parents would be
    passing through. As I stood there on the scale I thought about how much
    higher my weight would register if I were in my usual fully wet and
    poopy cloth diapers, though when I thought about it, it wouldn't have
    made much of a difference since the weight would have been inside of my
    body beforehand. After my weight was recorded I was taken back into the
    exam room where I was instructed to get up on the exam table. I got a
    great deal of pleasure from sticking my Thickies padded butt in the
    nurse's face as I got up on the table. While she was probably just as
    tempted to pat me on the butt as everyone else who had such an
    opportunity to show affection for me and the fact that I wear diapers,
    she had to maintain her professionalism.
    	The nurse stuck a thermometer in my mouth and she put the cuff
    around my arm to check my blood pressure. She recorded these numbers on
    the form and then told me that Dr. Johnston would be in to see me in a
    moment.
    	I sat there feeling nervous, listening to the fluorescent lights
    buzzing in the otherwise silent exam room. The walls were decorated
    with pictures of clowns, balloons and teddy bears, mostly to help put
    younger kids at ease, although the décor did nothing to soothe a
    twelve-year-old. Mom looked at me sitting there nearly naked and she
    could tell I wasn't relaxed.
    	"Relax, Chris, everything will be okay," Mom told me.
    	I noticed that there were more magazines in the room. These
    appeared to be more current issues, which were likely relocated to the
    waiting room later on. I asked Mom if she could hand one to me. She
    picked up the current copy of "Parents" magazine and handed it to me.
    	"I don't know if that one has any toilet training articles in
    it," Mom said.
    	"It's bound to have diaper ads," I said. As I looked at the cover
    I was pleased to see the word "bedwetting" in the list of featured
    articles.
    	"It has one on bedwetting," I said with glee. I opened it up and
    went through the pages. While I was leafing through the magazine
    looking for diaper ads, I came across one of the new Thickies ads! I
    even recognized the boys who were in it!
    	"Mom! Here it is!" I shouted, suddenly breaking the silence. Mom
    just about jumped out of her chair. She put her hand on her chest.
    	"Chris, don't do that, you startled me," Mom said.
    	"Sorry, Mom," I said. "Look at this! It's the Thickies ad!"
    	"Great!" Mom said as I showed it to her. "I wonder when you'll
    start turning up in magazines all over the country modeling your
    diapers."
    	"Soon, I hope," I said. According to the newsletter, it stated
    that my ads would appear in some of the kids' magazines this Christmas,
    and in October I would appear in the parenting magazines, along with
    some more ads to be run in the spring. I looked at the Thickies ad some
    more. The two boys were shown engaging in a pillow fight. Both of them
    were in a typical boys' room setting standing on top of their bed
    romping around in very well-displayed Thickies diapers. One was in
    cloth and the other one was in a disposable. The ad's headline read:
    "Boys can be rough on their beds." At the bottom, it read: "But at
    least you can help keep their beds dry."
    	I wanted to tear the ad out of the magazine and take it with me,
    but then, besides not being my magazine, I wanted to make sure other
    parents would see the ad and hopefully buy Thickies diapers for their
    sons, too. Most of all, I would be receiving full color copies of each
    ad anyway, receiving them as they were run along with the newsletters
    in the coming months.
    	Dr. Johnston came into the room a few minutes later. I handed the
    magazine back to Mom. The doctor looked at me, fully expecting me to be
    wearing a diaper.
    	"How are you feeling, Chris?" Dr. Johnston asked me as he pulled
    up his stool and sat down before me.
    	"Fine," I said, even though I was nervous.
    	"Ahh, just relax, you've been through all this before," Dr.
    Johnston assured me. "Well, this may be our last time doing this," he
    said. "You'll be thirteen soon, and I only look at patients up to age
    twelve."
    	Dr. Johnston was a nice guy and I liked him, but I didn't really
    feel that I would miss him after this visit. He asked my Mom a few
    questions about my diapers and how I had been doing.
    	"Same as last time," my Mom said. "He's approaching four years
    without using a toilet," she said.
    	"One thousand, three hundred ninety-one days, to be precise," I
    proudly replied. The doctor looked at me, impressed with how I had
    apparently been keeping track of this for so long. Actually, I set my
    diaper-y program up on the computer so that at the top of each entry it
    would automatically display the number of days I have worn diapers.
    Yesterday it read 1,390 days.
    	Dr. Johnston started with his routine examination of my body. He
    checked my ears, nose, throat, my heart, my muscles, my breathing, and
    other vital things. After he checked these things over, he told me that
    he would take my diaper off. Knowing that my Mom had seen me naked all
    the time during diaper changes, Dr. Johnston didn't even ask me if I
    wanted my Mom to be in the room when my diaper was removed. He pulled
    at the tabs and took the diaper off. It was wet from this morning's
    orange juice and anything else that was left over from the night
    before. The thick diaper was hardly wet, considering its capacity, and
    it seemed to be wasteful to take off a Thickies diaper that I hadn't
    even pooped in yet.
    	"Ahh, I see you're wearing those new Thickies diapers that
    they've come out with," Dr. Johnston said as he examined the diaper
    before throwing it in the trash.
    	"Not only do I wear them, I modeled for their ads this summer and
    you'll see me in 'Parents' magazine soon."
    	"Sounds like you had a fun summer," Dr. Johnston said. "I'll have
    to watch for that ad."
    	I was curious as to what Dr. Johnston's opinion was on Thickies
    diapers since they promoted the idea that older kids could wear them
    just for fun.
    	"I just wish they'd print the warning label bigger, like they do
    in cigarette ads," Dr. Johnston remarked, indicating somewhat his
    disapproval of such diapers being marketed for recreational wearing. He
    probably looked at the Thickies diaper ad the same way a dentist looks
    at candy bar ads. There was a warning in fine print at the bottom of
    the Thickies diaper ad that indicated that continued use of the product
    could lead to incontinence.
    	My dick was erect while Dr. Johnston examined it and my balls.
    Even though his handling of my genitals was strictly for the purpose of
    his examination, I couldn't help but get more aroused. Dr. Johnston was
    probably used to this from other boys, especially those who were going
    into puberty.
    	"You're a bit advanced in your development," Dr. Johnston stated.
    He pointed out that my skin was red and irritated from a minor case of
    diaper rash. Other than this, my genitals checked out okay. I was
    relieved that he didn't find that anything was damaged because of all
    the masturbating that I did in my diapers. Tony's book helped to assure
    me that what I was doing was normal and harmless, but I wanted to hear
    it from a doctor. I asked Mom if she could step out of the room for a
    moment. Mom could probably tell that I had some questions about puberty
    and masturbating in my diapers that I wanted to ask the doctor in
    private, so she left the room as I had asked her.
    	I was embarrassed as I explained to Dr. Johnston how I
    masturbated in my diapers. He first assured me that it was normal for
    boys my age to masturbate, and he also assured me that there was
    nothing wrong with masturbating in my diapers, versus the "normal way"
    that most boys do it.
    	"It's a lot safer than some of the things that boys have been
    known to use," Dr. Johnston said. I asked him a few more questions
    about puberty and then why I had such strong sexual feelings about
    wearing diapers.
    	"You may want to discuss those concerns with a counselor or an
    adult whom you really trust," Dr. Johnston recommended to me, reminding
    me that he was a physician and not a psychologist. "From a physical
    standpoint, you aren't doing any harm to your body and it's a healthy
    release, as long as you do it responsibly."
    	After this, Dr. Johnston performed the tests on my bladder and
    then my bowels, which I was dreading. I figured Mom probably returned
    to the waiting room at this point and she really didn't need to be
    present for these tests anyway. I was just glad when these tests were
    over with. Once again my butt had been cleaned out with an enema and I
    was as clean as I had felt back there in a long time. Dr. Johnston left
    the room and the nurse returned. She put a clean diaper on me and told
    me that I was done and could meet my mother out in the front. I put my
    shoes, shirt and my shorts back on and went out to the waiting room. My
    shorts were loose because of the thinner diaper I had on this time. I
    felt like I was back to wearing regular underwear again since the
    diaper wasn't as thick as what I was used to.
    	I looked around in the waiting room for my Mom, but she was
    nowhere to be seen. It had since then filled up with several parents
    and their kids. I saw the car out in the parking lot, so I knew she
    hadn't left. The receptionist then saw me looking around, puzzled.
    	"Your mother is back here with Dr. Johnston," she told me as she
    directed me back to his office. I met up with my Mom and Dr. Johnston.
    He was going over the results of the bladder and bowel tests with my
    Mom. As expected, Dr. Johnston told me that my continued diaper usage
    over several years had rendered me completely incontinent with little
    chance of being able to regain control. While he didn't say it up
    front, the tone of his voice seemed to suggest that he was saying, "I
    told you so!"
    	I was glad to leave the doctor's office and I was relieved that
    Dr. Johnston didn't make any efforts to suggest that I stop wearing
    diapers and get my bladder and bowel control back. It was too late for
    this, for one thing, and he knew that I was determined to remain in
    diapers for the rest of my life.
    	I asked my Mom what all Dr. Johnston had told her. She mentioned
    the tests, which came out as she was expecting.
    	"He also thinks that maybe you should see a counselor to discuss
    your feelings about wearing diapers," my Mom said.
    	"What for?" I asked. "I know that I love to wear diapers and
    nothing's gonna change that."
    	"Well, he said that you had some questions about your feelings
    that he felt would best be handled by a psychologist."
    	"What's he gonna do?" I asked. "Is he gonna try to get me to stop
    wearing diapers?"
    	"Only if you wanted him to help you with this, but I know darn
    well this isn't the case. He would just help you to understand why you
    are the way you are."
    	"I know why I'm like this, Mom. I hated toilet training and I
    didn't want to stop wearing diapers. That's why I wear them now."
    	"We know that, Chris, but there are probably some things that you
    wouldn't want to talk to me or your Dad about concerning your diapers
    or some of your other feelings. We know that it's a private thing and
    there are some things that we may not be able to answer for you. We
    know you are at an awkward age and are wanting answers to questions
    that we can't really answer for you."
    	"You mean, like all that birds and bees stuff?"
    	"You already know how that all works, Chris, and we don't have
    any concerns with what you know about that. We just know that because
    you enjoy your diapers so much, that some of your specific concerns are
    unique, that is, we really couldn't answer your questions about this. I
    just want to assure you, Chris, that we both love you very much, no
    matter how you feel about yourself."
    	Mom didn't want to come right out and say it, but I was beginning
    to wonder if she thought I might be gay because of my attraction to
    boys wearing diapers. She knew I completely shunned girls in this
    aspect unless they were the ones doing the diapering, but at the same
    time, she knew I liked Megan and had feelings for her that extended
    beyond friendship. This was so confusing to me.
    	I wasn't sure who I could talk to about my concerns, mainly on
    whether or not I was gay or if being a diaper freak counted as a sexual
    orientation. If my family went to church I could discuss it with
    someone there, but a lot of churches shun homosexuality and treat it
    like it's a sin, so that was out. I could only imagine what they would
    say about diapers and self-indulgence with them. I wasn't depressed
    over my feelings, so I didn't think seeing a psychologist was
    necessary. Mom assured me that if I ever felt that I needed to talk to
    someone she would make an appointment for me.
    	After the doctor appointment Mom and I went to Burger King for
    some breakfast before she took me back home and took off for work.
    Cindy took off the disposable diaper that had been put on me at the
    doctor and she replaced it with a big bunch of cloth diapers and
    plastic pants, into which I immediately peed and pooped, and then later
    jacked off in them. It was nice to know that I had Dr. Johnston's
    approval, in a way, to continue enjoying my diapers in this fashion.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 88
    ---------------------------

    	The last few days of summer were usually a drag for the most
    part, even in spite of the last few fun activities that I managed to
    get in before going back to school. There was no way to ignore the fact
    that school would be starting again soon, especially with all the
    stores prominently displaying "back to school" signs, banners and shit
    all over the place, not to mention all their damn TV and radio
    commercials, as if I needed any more reminders. Going into junior high
    and being surrounded by even more kids to tease me about my diapers
    made me feel especially anxious about the forthcoming school year.
    	Thursday night after a quick dinner, Mom took Lisa, Cindy and me
    out with her to do the annual back-to-school shopping. This year the
    back-to-school shopping would also be coupled with Lisa's acquisition
    of her first car. Lisa had saved most of her money that she earned over
    the summer working at the pizza place to make a down payment on her
    car. The last two nights she, Mom and Dad had been visiting several
    used car lots. Last night Lisa had it narrowed down to two choices, so
    tonight she was going to make a decision and pick the one she wanted
    and hopefully drive it home with her.
    	"Can we get my car first?" Lisa asked excitedly as we piled into
    the family sedan.
    	"Let's do the shopping first," Mom said. "It could take awhile
    for all the paperwork at the dealership, and by then we may not have
    enough time for shopping."
    	"Okay," Lisa said, barely able to contain her excitement.
    	Our family outing, minus Dad as he hated the mall and shopping in
    general, started with a visit to the office supply store for notebooks,
    paper, pens, etc. Next we visited the mall where Mom bought me some new
    shirts, some new shoes, socks, and even a new pair of pants. Since I
    was in a Thickies disposable diaper while we were shopping for clothes,
    there was no problem in determining what size of pants I would need to
    wear in school. Although this wasn't as easy to do as Mom and I were
    expecting. I had to try on a couple different sizes to make sure that I
    had a good enough fit with the diapers in place. I was surprised, as
    was Mom when I realized how much larger my pants had to be to fit over
    the Thickies diapers. The first pair was way too tight and too small
    for Mom's first guesstimate. I took these pants off and returned them
    to Mom underneath the changing room door. She went back through the
    racks and found the next size up in boys' pants. She then handed them
    to me underneath the dressing room door. I then put them on over my
    diaper. Being that it was wet and swollen gave me a better idea of how
    my pants would feel while worn over used diapers.
    	"Do they fit?" Mom asked me.
    	"Almost," I said in a strained voice as I struggled to get the
    button fly to close. I then heard Mom sighing in exasperation. I
    stripped back down to my diaper and handed Mom the pants.
    	"I'm about to just have you wear Lisa's old Levi's," Mom said as
    she returned to the rack of boys' jeans for yet another size up.
    	"I don't want to wear Lisa's old pants," I said. "Not after she's
    farted in them."
    	"Chris, come on now," mom said through the door before returning
    to the pants rack.
    	"These had better fit," Mom said firmly as she handed me the
    pants. "If not, I may have to get you some thinner diapers."
    	I didn't know if Mom thought to look around and see if anyone
    else was nearby, but I knew from hearing activity a couple stalls over
    that someone was in earshot of my mother when she mentioned my diapers.
    	"I'd rather wear a different kind of pants than do that," I
    replied, not wanting to make any sacrifices when it came to the
    thickness of my diapers, not to mention my loyalty to the Thickies
    diapers.
    	"Or I could toilet train you and then we wouldn't even have to go
    through all this," Mom added.
    	"No way!" I said. I had a feeling Mom was just kidding as she
    knew I would put up a fight to stay in diapers.
    	"The Levi's are on sale, and besides, you really don't care what
    pants you wear, do you, Chris?"
    	"Not really," I replied, since I would rather just wear diapers
    to school-- my cloth diapers, that is-- if I had the choice and that it
    wouldn't make kids at school stare at me and not violate dress code,
    not to mention the upcoming colder weather. Given this many exceptions,
    maybe the pants were a good thing to have after all. If things were to
    go like they have for almost four years now, attending school and going
    out of the house would be the only times I would ever be wearing the
    pants.
    	"They fit," I said as the pants closed comfortably over my
    diapers.
    	"Thank goodness," Mom sighed. "Now let's get your pants paid for
    and then meet with the girls."
    	Of course the legs were way too long since the waist was fitted
    for a taller boy with longer legs and presumably a larger waist. The
    pants also didn't go high enough to keep the top two inches of my
    diapers from showing, though, but I knew Mom wasn't going to let me try
    any more pants on at this point.
    	"The legs are too long, though," I added.
    	"I'll take care of that, that can be fixed, now let's get going,
    shall we?" Mom said impatiently. I took the pants off and put my shorts
    back on.
    	"Looks like we'll have to stick with your Thickies diapers," Mom
    said as she refolded the pants and examined the waist size printed on
    the label.
    	"Oh shucky-darn, huh?" I said sarcastically.
    	Having gotten the hardest part of my clothes shopping done and
    over with, we then looked at shirts. We also picked up some socks.
    While we were doing this, Cindy came into the store to let us know
    where she was going to be. Before she left she walked over to the boys'
    underwear section and picked up an armful of twelve packs of white
    boys' briefs.
    	"You want me to get these for Chris?" Cindy asked my Mom as she
    unloaded them into the cart.
    	"Cindy, put those back," Mom said.
    	"You're right, Mom. I should go pt them in their own cart since
    this one won't hold all the underpants that Chris will need to wear,"
    Cindy said.
    	"Cindy, go do your shopping," Mom told her. "We're going to be a
    few minutes still. Chris, go help Cindy put that underwear back and
    then come meet me in the shoes."
    	"Okay, just thought that Chris might need them in case all his
    diapers are dirty or if he runs out of disposables," Cindy said out
    loud as she put the underwear back on the shelf, saying this only
    because she could see that there was another family nearby, two boys
    and a girl.
    	"These would sure make great diapers for you boys," Cindy said to
    me, saying it so that the kids in the other family would hear her. The
    boys had a somewhat surprised look on their faces while the girl was
    smiling.
    	After Cindy left the store I then headed over to the shoe
    department to meet Mom there, where I quickly made my choice. The clerk
    offered her assistance and told me to have a seat so that she could get
    the right size of shoe for me. As I was wearing shorts my diapers
    showed quite visibly through the leg opening as I sat there in the
    chair. While waiting for the clerk to return I sat down on the floor
    with my legs apart, sitting before the angled mirror that they provide
    to help you see what your shoes look like. I was using it to see just
    how much my wet diapers showed. No way would the shoe clerk miss it.
    	"Chris, get back up in the chair," Mom ordered me. At this moment
    the clerk returned with a shoebox. She looked at me funny when she saw
    me sitting down so close to the mirror. I returned to the chair and let
    the clerk try the shoes out on my feet. I could tell that she was
    staring at the obvious white and bulky diaper, not to mention that it
    was so visibly swollen up with pee.
    	When Mom was ready to purchase my new school clothes the gal at
    the counter looked at the pants and examined the waist size and the leg
    length. She had a puzzled look on her face as she then looked at me and
    then back at the pants again. She naturally presumed that my Mom was
    buying the pants for me, but she asked anyway.
    	"Ma'am, are you buying these pants for him?" she asked while
    looking at me. Mom seemed rather puzzled that the clerk would ask this.
    	"Well, yeah, they're his, why?" my Mom asked the gal.
    	"I just noticed that the size on the label didn't look like the
    size he'd fit into."
    	"That's the size he's going to need," Mom replied plainly.
    	"You sure?" the clerk asked. "I'm sorry, ma'am, I don't like to
    doubt any of my customers, but I do like to keep them from having to
    come back to the store for an exchange if I can prevent it. People
    often grab the wrong size of something and then they have to bring it
    back."
    	"I can understand that, ma'am. I know it's a hassle for you guys
    as well, and I do appreciate your attentiveness, but I can assure you
    that those pants are the ones that my son needs," my Mom stated.
    	"Okay," she said as she scanned the tag and read off the total to
    Mom. I had stepped back from the counter while Mom was busy writing a
    check. This allowed the clerk to see why I needed the bigger pants. Her
    eyes became wider when she saw the thick diaper wrapped around my waist
    and bulging out on my shorts.
    	"We do have an alterations service," the clerk offered. "I know
    the legs on those pants are much too long for him."
    	"Thanks, but I can do it," my Mom said as she handed the clerk
    the check. She bagged up the pants along with my shirts and socks and
    then handed my Mom the receipt.
    	"Thanks a lot, have a good evening," the clerk said. As we left I
    saw her step out from behind the counter to look at my fat diaper butt.
    I could see her doing this as we walked past a mirror mounted on one of
    the ceiling support columns in the store.
    	Cindy was still busy picking out her own clothes, spending her
    babysitting money on them, and Lisa was at the nearby plus-sizes store
    picking out her own clothes and also using her own money. Knowing girls
    and their clothes-shopping habits, Mom knew that my sisters would each
    take their time poring over dozens of choices. Mom used this time to
    get me a haircut since I was overdue for one. Mom went into the store
    where Cindy was shopping, but as it was an all-girls' clothing store I
    opted to wait out front. Cindy had picked out a couple "outfits" that
    she liked as she showed them off, like I really cared. I never
    understood why girls were so fashion conscious. While I used some
    discretion in deciding which shirts I liked the best, pants were
    another matter and I didn't really care since I only planned to wear
    them out of necessity. After Cindy, Mom and I left the store we met up
    with Lisa at the fountain.
    	"Look what I got!" Lisa said as she pulled out a very large pair
    of jeans and a couple of big shirts. Cindy, of course, had to show off
    her new clothes to Lisa. Obsessing over one's clothes and the latest
    fashions was one of those girl things that I never took the time to
    ponder and didn't ever plan to. On the other hand, I was just as
    fervent about how my diapers looked on me and other boys and this was
    all I cared about, as if there were such a thing as "diaper fashion." I
    have to admit that having only white diapers severely limited the
    extent of such "fashions."
    	"What did you get, Chris?" Lisa asked me.
    	"Some shirts, a pair of shoes, some socks, and some pants," I
    said.
    	"Pants?" Lisa said. "Pants? You mean, you're going to wear--
    PANTS?"
    	Lisa then reached into the bag that Mom was carrying and she
    pulled out the pants and unfolded them.
    	"Kind of big, don't you think?" Lisa said.
    	"You know what he wears underneath," Mom said. "I didn't think
    he'd need pants that big, either. Chris had to try on three sizes to
    get the right fit."
    	"These are awfully long, too," Lisa said as she noted that the
    legs were a lot longer than my own.
    	"I know, I'll have to hem them up," Mom said. "Most boys with
    such a waist size have longer legs."
    	"So, are we ready to get my car now?" Lisa asked.
    	"Yep, come on, kids," Mom said as we started to leave the mall.
    	"Uhh, Mom, by the way, I need some new disposables," I said as we
    walked towards Kidz' Klothez.
    	"You can hold out until tomorrow, can't you?" Mom asked me. "We
    haven't got much time before the dealerships close."
    	"Tomorrow?" I asked.
    	"Yes, I'll have Lisa stop by here to pick some diapers up for you
    on the way to the fair," Mom said.
    	"I thought I was going to the fair with you guys on Sunday," I
    said.
    	"We'll go as a family then, but Lisa's going tomorrow and I
    figured you would probably want to go."
    	"Yep, and I'll have my *new car* then, too!" Lisa said in
    anticipation of having her own car to drive there.
    	"I need to be changed now," I said amid the big crowd in the
    mall. I had just taken a big, smelly dump in my diaper. Cindy pulled
    back on my shorts in front of dozens of passersby and immediately
    detected the odors.
    	"Heeyoo!" Cindy exclaimed loudly as she snapped the waistband of
    my shorts back. I could see people looking at me as they no doubt
    caught a glimpse of my thick white diaper while Cindy had it
    momentarily exposed to the passing patrons. "He needs a change, all
    right!"
    	"You can change him when we get to Nampa," Lisa said to Cindy.
    Nampa is a town about fifteen miles or so west of Boise where several
    auto dealerships are located and was where Lisa's two final car choices
    were. She didn't want to wait any longer than she had to in order to
    get behind the wheel of her first car.
    	Mom reached into her purse and handed Cindy one of my diapers
    while waving it in full view of the throngs of shoppers surrounding us.
    	"Here, Cindy, go change Chris, and Lisa and I will get the car
    and meet you at the curb," Mom said.
    	"Why not just you get the car, Mom, while Lisa can run in and buy
    me some diapers?" I suggested so that I would have a supply of
    disposable diapers ready to go on the first day of school.
    	"I'm *not* going in there by myself to buy diapers for my
    *brother!*" Lisa said, ensuring that anyone who might have overheard
    her would know that the diapers in question were for me and not her.
    	"Okay, then Lisa can get the car while Mom--"
    	"We're running out of time," Mom said as she and Lisa headed
    towards the mall's exit.
    	"Come on, Chris," Cindy said as she escorted me towards the
    bathrooms.
    	"Here," she said as she handed me the diaper while we were
    walking. "Hold your diaper since I don't want anyone to think that I'm
    the one who's going to wear it."
    	Cindy took me right into the women's restroom. Being that the
    mall was bustling with back-to-school shoppers, the bathroom was full
    of toddler, pre-teen and teenage girls as well as their mothers, all
    waiting to relieve themselves. Cindy and I had to stand there among
    several girls and adult women while waiting for a stall to open up.
    Everyone was looking at me strangely, seeing that I was a boy and
    shouldn't have been in there in the first place, and that I was
    carrying a diaper. It was pretty obvious that I had been bought into
    the women's bathroom so that Cindy could change me and not the other
    way around.
    	Meanwhile, a mother was busy changing her baby's diaper on the
    diaper changing table. Her daughter who was with her pointed out the
    other diaper changing table that was not being used.
    	"Here's another table so that you can change his diaper," the
    seven-ish looking girl said with a giggle while she looked at Cindy and
    me.
    	"Thanks for the suggestion," Cindy said. "But he's too big for
    it."
    	"Isn't he too big for diapers?" the girl asked.
    	"No boy is too big for diapers," Cindy stated with absolute
    conviction.
    	"What do you mean?" the girl asked Cindy.
    	"Do you have any brothers?" Cindy asked her.
    	"Yeah, and my Mom is changing his diaper right now," the girl
    answered.
    	"If he turns out like my brother, I'd get used to the diaper
    changes," Cindy said. "And you might want to pay attention to your Mom
    changing your brother's diaper since you'll likely end up handling his
    diaper changes, too."
    	"I already do," the girl said with a somewhat embarrassed smile.
    	"Then maybe you'd like to change my brother's diaper," Cindy
    said. "You have the experience."
    	The girl knew that Cindy was just kidding and they both laughed,
    but I thought Cindy was serious, especially when she took the diaper
    from my hand and gave it to the girl so that she could change me. She
    briefly examined the diaper, keeping it folded up, then she handed it
    back to me.
    	"You sure wear some big and thick diapers," the girl said to me.
    I didn't say anything back to her. I figured she'd ask me some
    questions about why I wear diapers like everyone else does, but she
    didn't have a chance to do so. At this time it was our turn to go into
    the next vacant stall and we wasted no time to grab it. Several girls
    stared while Cindy took me by the hand into the endmost stall, as luck
    would have it. This meant having to go through the entire length of the
    restroom on our way out, too.
    	Cindy closed the door behind her and changed my diaper right
    there on the floor of the stall. I looked to my side and saw several
    pairs of feet planted in front of the row of toilets, some belonging to
    very young girls whom I was glad to see were potty-trained, unlike many
    of their similarly aged male counterparts.
    	Meanwhile, Cindy dealt with the stinky mess in my diaper as
    quickly as she could. She didn't wipe me up as thoroughly as she might
    have had we not been under such a tight time constraint. She told me
    that she would take the diaper off of me again in a few hours and I
    would be in my cloth diapers for the night. Of course she made sure
    that whoever it was in the next stall, she would hear it. Judging by
    the shoes she was wearing, she was likely about my age.
    	Minutes later I had a clean diaper on and I was ready to go.
    Cindy opened the stall door before I could even get my shorts on. Since
    the next girl in line who was waiting for our stall to become vacant
    only expected one person to have occupied it, she immediately
    approached it and started to enter. The girl was taken aback by seeing
    me standing there in a diaper.
    	"Hey!" she exclaimed. "You're a boy! This is the girls' bathroom
    and you don't belong in here!"
    	I didn't bother to explain. I just wanted to get my shorts on and
    get the hell out of there.
    	"And you're wearing a diaper!" she said. "You don't need a
    bathroom if you wear diapers!"
    	I turned my butt towards her as I was getting ready to put my
    shorts on. I started to put them on and then I realized that they were
    inside-out, left in this state when Cindy had removed the shorts.
    	"Shit!" I groaned as I took them back off and started to reverse
    them back to their correct orientation. Cindy then grabbed them out of
    my hand.
    	"Come on, Chris, we have no time for that! Put them on in the
    car!"
    	"But, Cindy! Ahh shit!" I exclaimed as I saw her disappear with
    my shorts. The sound of my boy voice had gotten more peoples'
    attention, and even the people in the stalls knew there was a boy in
    the women's restroom.
    	"Dammit!" I muttered, momentarily ignoring the girl who was
    waiting for me to leave. Just as I was about to exit, the girl stopped
    me and pointed out the my wadded-up diaper still on the floor.
    	"Don't leave your smelly diaper in here," she said. God, I was so
    embarrassed now. I diaper-mooned the girl as I quickly picked up the
    dirty diaper and carried it out with me. The girl gave me a strange
    look as she assumed occupancy of the stall. I was all alone without
    Cindy to escort me as I walked past seven more stalls and about a dozen
    females of varying age-- averaging twelve by my quick estimate--
    waiting for their turns to use the facilities that their lack of
    wearing diapers required them to do. Every one of them stared at me,
    not just because I was a boy, but because I was conspicuously in a very
    thick disposable diaper.
    	I was just about to dispose of my soiled diaper in the women's
    room garbage when I realized that if I were to do this it would likely
    give others the impression that the large-sized diaper filled with shit
    and piss had been used by an older girl. Not wanting to falsely present
    such evidence to the female toilet-using public and commit such a
    horrendous injustice to my diapered brethren, I carried the used diaper
    out of the women's bathroom with me and then I entered the men's room.
    It was nice to at least be among members of my own sex, although it was
    also disappointing to see that there were several boys who were toilet
    trained, seeing a couple of them at the urinals. At least my wearing
    diapers in their presence would hopefully leave them with a suggestive
    impression that they might try wearing diapers instead of having to go
    to the toilet or the urinal. The men's room, by contrast, room didn't
    have any people waiting outside of the stalls and there were even a
    couple of vacant urinals. I threw away the diaper where it would likely
    be seen by at least a few people before paper towels would bury it. I
    then quickly washed my hands, drawing stares from a couple people as I
    stood before the sink in diapers. Finally, I left the restroom and
    appeared before dozens of shoppers in the mall wearing my shirt and a
    big white diaper.
    	I was expecting Cindy to be waiting for me, but as I ran towards
    the mall exit I didn't see her. Mom was waiting in the car at the curb
    as I expected. Cindy was already in the car waiting.
    	"Where are your shorts?" Mom asked me.
    	"Cindy took them, ask her," I said as I was trying to catch my
    breath and trying to get out of view of other shoppers, most of whom
    were staring at my diapered butt.
    	"Never mind, Chris, get in the car and let's get going," Mom
    said.
    	"What took you so long?" Cindy asked me as I joined her in the
    back seat.
    	"Why did you leave me in the bathroom alone?" I angrily asked
    her. "And why did you take my shorts?!"
    	"My job was done, and we didn't have time to wait for you to get
    dressed!" she answered.
    	"You could have at least escorted me *out* of the bathroom!" I
    said. "You realize how embarrassing that was?!"
    	"Yeah, I do," Cindy replied with a smile. Lisa was laughing while
    she heard Cindy and me talk about this matter. Lisa was about to roll
    out of her seat when I explained that another girl had come to the
    stall thinking it was empty. I also explained that I deposited my dirty
    diaper in the men's room trash and my reason why.
    	"Good thinking," Lisa said. "We should have been having you do
    that all along, Chris, every time one of us has changed your diapers in
    the women's room."
    	"I really doubt anyone even pays attention to things like that,"
    Mom said in disbelief that this would be such a weighty concern to me,
    as she wormed her way out of the busy mall parking lot and headed
    towards the interstate highway.
    	"You could have just thrown your diaper away in one of the trash
    containers out in the mall, you know," Mom suggested. She really didn't
    seem to be all that concerned that I had to run through the mall in
    just a diaper and a shirt.
    	"I needed to wash my hands, and besides, by throwing it away in
    the men's room at least people would then know that it was worn by a
    boy."
    	"Oh, brother," Lisa sighed as she slapped her blubbery knee,
    making a wave run through her big thigh. "Like someone's really going
    to go through the trash, find a diaper and then wonder whether it came
    from a boy or a girl."
    	"That's easy," Cindy said. "Just look for where the greatest
    concentration of pee is. If it's up front, then you can be pretty sure
    it came from a boy."
    	"You'd should go into forensics, Cindy," Lisa suggested.
    	"Really? What is that?" Cindy asked. Lisa then explained what she
    was referring to regarding forensics and diapers.
    	"Sorry, but Chris' and his friends' diapers are about as much as
    I care to handle, thank you," Cindy replied. "Besides, if I really
    wanted to know whether a used diaper in the trash of a public restroom
    was worn by a boy or not, I'd just go with the odds and assume that any
    given diaper from an older child is more likely to have been worn by a
    boy, even if it were in the women's bathroom."
    	About a half hour after leaving the mall we arrived at one of the
    used car lots where Lisa and my parents had been helping her look for
    cars. I had left my shorts off up until the time we arrived. I decided
    to put them on after I was out of the car as this was easier for me to
    do. Naturally there were some other people there to watch.
    	We had visited both of the car lots where Lisa had narrowed down
    her two choices. It came down to either a 1985 Toyota Corolla or a 1986
    Nissan Stanza, both of them red. Lisa settled on the Nissan. It looked
    like a pretty nice car, and as far as I knew it ran just fine. It had
    about 70,000 miles on it. The radio sucked, though, but Lisa said she
    would do something about this a couple paychecks from now.
    	All Lisa had to do now was sign the dotted line and the car was
    hers. Apparently she and Mom (the cosigner) had a lot of dotted lines
    to sign as the whole process took forever. Cindy and I were getting
    bored out of our minds and we were driving Mom crazy. She told us to go
    out in the lobby. The lobby mostly had car-related magazines, no
    Parents magazines with toilet training articles or bedwetting articles,
    and certainly no diaper ads, either, though one ad did show a baby
    diapered boy encouraging the use of seat belts, nothing worth keeping,
    though as the boy was sitting and his diaper was hardly showing anyway.
    There was nothing good on the lobby TV, either. Cindy and I ended up
    playing hide-and-go-seek in the showroom, we were getting so damn
    bored. After awhile I went into the little playroom that was set aside
    for really little kids, like five and under. Any sort of diversion was
    better than just waiting with nothing to do. Cindy thought it was cute
    that I was playing with such toys designed for a toddler.
    	"Now I know what you want for Christmas," Cindy said. I didn't
    care. I was bored shitless, and literally, as I released another load
    of poop into my diapers. We went back to the lobby and watched the TV.
    Cindy could tell that I had pooped my diaper again and asked me if she
    could change me. While I could have gone awhile longer in the diaper I
    had on and I was used to being in soiled diapers for a long time, I
    knew Cindy wanted to change me just to pass the time and I agreed.
    	"Sure," I said.
    	"Go get a diaper from Mom," Cindy told me. With this, I got up
    from the lobby and returned to the sales office where Mom and Lisa were
    busy filling out forms and signing them and God knows what else. I was
    hoping they were finishing things up.
    	"How much longer?" I whined to Mom as she and Cindy were seated
    next to each other across from the salesman's desk.
    	"We're just about done, dear," she said as she stroked my hair
    and put her arm around me.
    	"Do you have another diaper?" I whispered into Mom's ear. The
    salesmen could still hear me as I noticed how he did a double-take when
    I whispered this. Mom patted my behind and could hear the gelatinous
    goo squishing around underneath my shorts, which further confirmed to
    the salesman what I was wearing. Lisa also quickly inspected my shorts
    while I had my butt in her face.
    	"That was the last one, kiddo," Mom said. "You'll have to wait
    until we get home. Besides, you were just changed before we left."
    	The salesman looked up at Mom and me as he definitely now knew
    what we were talking about. Being in the small office, the smells of my
    diaper didn't have much space for dispersal.
    	"I know," I said, trying to whisper as quietly as I could.
    "Cindy's the one who wanted me to ask since she wanted something to
    do."
    	"We'll be out of here shortly," Mom tried to assure me. I ran
    back out to the lobby and told Cindy that Mom had no more diapers for
    me.
    	"Oh well," Cindy said. "Good thing you wear those Thickies, or
    we'd all be in trouble. Too bad Mom didn't get you all those underpants
    I threw in the cart, or we'd use those on you."
    	A few minutes later Lisa and Mom came to the lobby. Lisa was
    happily jingling the keys to her car with a wide grin on her face.
    	"Yes, yes, yes, it's mine, it's mine!" Lisa said while dancing
    around. Her big boobs were bouncing so conspicuously as she jumped
    around. If it weren't for the fact that she weighed well over 200
    pounds she would have probably done cartwheels, too.
    	The salesman escorted us back out to the lot and directed us to
    Lisa's new car, well, new to her anyway. Lisa got in the driver's side
    (obviously) and started it up. She revved the engine a couple times.
    	"Can I ride back home with you, Lisa?" I asked her.
    	"I don't want you stinking up my new car," she said firmly,
    knowing that I had soiled my diapers.
    	"It isn't a new car," I said.
    	"It's new to me," Lisa replied.
    	"It doesn't have that 'new car smell', so what are you concerned
    about?"
    	Actually, it does," the salesman interrupted. "We use a simulated
    'new car' scent in our used vehicles," he explained.
    	"I want to show it off to my friends tomorrow and I don't want it
    smelling of your shit," Lisa said.
    	"Yeah, and besides, I'm riding with her, so there!" Cindy said as
    she climbed into the passenger's side of the car.
    	"Can't I ride in the back seat?" I asked. "Mom?"
    	"You'll get to ride in it tomorrow when you go to the fair," Mom
    said. "You can ride home with me, okay?"
    	"Okay," I moaned. I got in the car with Mom instead and we
    followed Lisa and Cindy out of the dealership lot.
    	"Why didn't you want me to ride with Lisa?" I asked Mom.
    	"Well, I needed to get you alone for a moment," Mom said to me.
    "I figured this would be a good time."
    	"Okay," I said to myself, wondering what this was leading to. Mom
    seemed hesitant herself to bring up whatever topic she wanted to
    discuss. When we got to a red light she reached into her purse and
    pulled out a book.
    	"Chris, I bought you a book that I think you will find to be very
    helpful," she said. She then handed me the book. Since it was getting
    dark I couldn't see what it was. There was a little reading light
    attached to the rearview mirror of Mom's car, so I turned it on. It was
    a book about a boy's sexual development. It wasn't the same one as the
    book that Tony had. It was bigger and it looked like it covered some
    topics in greater depth and detail.
    	"I don't want you to feel embarrassed about having this book,"
    Mom told me. "I am giving it to you so that you will have the right
    answers about yourself and some of the things that you are probably
    feeling right now. These are things that you will need to know as you
    get older. I want you to read it, at your own leisure and in private,
    and if you ever have *any* questions, no matter what they are, don't be
    afraid to ask me or your father, okay?"
    	"Okay," I said.
    	I was wondering what prompted Mom to buy the book for me. Did Dr.
    Johnston relay to her my questions and concerns about puberty? Did she
    somehow find out or at least suspect the things that I did with Megan
    last Sunday? Maybe she knew what Tony and I liked to do whenever we got
    together and had sleepovers.
    	"I figured this would be easier than to give you the old-
    fashioned 'birds-and-the-bees' talk," Mom replied. I opened the book
    again and looked at the table of contents. There was an entire section
    that addressed homosexuality issues, which I noticed was not covered
    much in Tony's book. I had to wonder if Mom purposely selected this
    particular book for this reason. Moreover, I was surprised to see that
    the book even had a chapter on fetishes. I skipped ahead to this
    chapter to see if it mentioned diapers. Much to my pleasure, it did,
    under a section titled "common childhood fetishes." Three whole pages,
    in fact, were devoted to diaper fetishes. It explained the origins and
    causes of diaper fetishism as well as the behavioral characteristics.
    While I wished the book would have expounded on this topic more
    greatly, I had to realize that it was a book about boys' sexual
    development, not a book specifically about diaper fetishes. I figured
    maybe someday I would write my own book about diaper fetishes anyway.
    My own life story was a good example.
    	"I would start at the beginning and read it clear through," Mom
    recommended. After I read the introduction page I shut the light off.
    	"Thank you for the book," I told Mom.
    	"You're welcome, Chris," Mom said to me. I thought about several
    things that I wanted to ask Mom about my diaper fetish as well as my
    conflicting feelings between Megan and Tony, but I figured maybe I
    should read the book first before asking any of those questions.
    	Lisa parked her car out on the street when we got home. She
    brought Dad out to look at it, even though it was too dark to really
    see it. Besides, he had looked at it a couple nights ago, anyway.
    	"Good choice," my father told Lisa as he nodded, as if he were an
    expert on cars. Being that he was a stockbroker he was not mechanically
    inclined. "Nice-looking machine you got there."
    	After I got inside the house I took my shorts off and sat in my
    bedroom in my dirty diaper while I waited for one of my sisters to come
    change me. I started reading the book that Mom had given me. Lisa had
    left again to show her new car to Betty and probably some of the girls
    at her work. Meanwhile, Cindy was home and she was ready to change my
    diaper now. She came into the room and I put the book away until after
    I was diapered again. Cindy removed the wet and poopy diaper and
    cleaned me up. She grabbed the usual megastack of cloth diapers from my
    diaper cabinet and set them next to me. Knowing how much I appreciated
    getting put back into multiple cloth diapers again after wearing
    disposables, Cindy made sure I would be quite happy by pinning up a
    huge bunch of thick cloth diapers on me. While she changed me she
    talked about how nice Lisa's car is. I realized at about this time that
    it seemed that Cindy had been doing more of my diaper changes lately,
    so I mentioned this to her.
    	"Lisa's getting older, and she's busier with her work and seeing
    her friends," Cindy told me. "Why, do you miss her changing you as much
    as she used to?"
    	"Yeah, I do," I said. "But you do it just as well as she does," I
    added, just so Cindy wouldn't think that I was putting down her diaper-
    changing skills in favor of Lisa's.
    	"She talked to me about it and asked me if I minded handling most
    of your diaper changes from now on because of her busier schedule and
    coming home from work feeling tired."
    	"Okay," I said.
    	"Of course I'll be working in a couple years, too, so either Mom
    will have to change you, or maybe you'll just have to diaper yourself
    and learn how to stack up your diapers on yourself the way you like to
    wear them. Your big sisters won't always be around to change your
    diapers for you."
    	"I know," I said. "That's why I want to enjoy it while I can," I
    then thought to myself. I knew these days would make for fond adulthood
    memories, just like how I enjoyed reminiscing back to when I was eight
    years old and how excited I felt that first day, in spite of having to
    keep it a secret, how much I enjoyed finding out that I was going to
    get put in diapers for good.
    	"Okay, done!" Cindy said as she finally inserted the last diaper
    pin. Seeing all the diaper pins gleaming with the light of my bedroom
    and seeing how much cloth they were binding together around me made me
    really hard. Cindy left the room. Seeing that I was so fixated on the
    diaper pins and seeing all the diapers on me, I left my plastic pants
    off for the moment and decided to jack off in just my diapers. It was
    different, but very satisfying. After I enjoyed a good cum I rested up
    and put my plastic pants on. I picked up the book that Mom had gotten
    me and continued reading it. Before I went to bed I wrote in my
    computerized journal. At the top of the entry it read: DAYS CHRIS
    BARRETT HAS BEEN IN DIAPERS: 1,393. I modified this and added "...AND
    COUNTING" after it.
    	I decided to take things a step further and try to determine how
    much of this time was actually spent wearing nothing but diapers, no
    pants. Based on rough calculations, determining that I spent about nine
    hours a day wearing pants on a school day and spent virtually twenty-
    four hours a day in diapers on non-school days, this came out to the
    equivalent of over 1,100 days. Of course there have been occasions
    outside of school when I have worn pants or shorts, so even if I
    allowed for a hundred days worth of this, I still had over a thousand
    days of pure diaper-wearing under my belt so far, that is, if I had any
    pants on to accommodate a belt.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 89
    ---------------------------

    	I woke up the next morning in blissfully stinky and shit-filled
    and piss-soaked cloth diapers, a good affirmation that my life as a
    diaper boy was indeed going well and it was a great pleasure that only
    a few other privileged boys would ever know. After Labor Day, it would
    be the last weekday morning upon which I would wake without thinking
    about having to be to school for awhile, so I savored this moment as
    much as I could. I entertained my morning wood while I thought about
    getting my diaper changed in the women's restroom at the mall last
    night. In retrospect, it was fun to think about being among all those
    girls and getting caught in a diaper as one of the girls entered the
    stall.
    	I looked forward to going to the Western Idaho Fair later today.
    It would be awhile before we would go since Lisa had to work the day
    shift at the pizza place and would be working until 5:00. I asked Mom
    if Tony could go with us.
    	"That's up to Lisa," my Mom said. "She's the one that's going to
    be looking after you guys."
    	When I asked Lisa she said that it would be okay for Tony to join
    us since she was taking Betty with her and it would only be fair to
    allow me to have a friend with me, too. Besides, she wouldn't have to
    have me tag along with her and Betty this way and I'd have Tony to go
    do things with. Cindy was also going to meet us there. She was going to
    go with Gina and Bryce this evening. I gave Tony a call and asked him
    if he would like to go with me and he accepted the invitation. I also
    told him about last night at the mall, which he thought was a good
    story. I didn't want to tell him that Lisa now had a car of her own,
    though. I figured I'd surprise him a little.
    	Cindy was gone babysitting, so I was stuck at home alone for the
    day. I decided to check up on Derek and see how he and Steven were
    doing. Having on a fresh set of diapers that Cindy put on me before she
    left for the babysitter, I went over to Derek's house. As always,
    Jennie answered the door since she was the only one in the household
    dressed decently enough to do this. To say that even she was decent was
    a stretch since all she had on was a bright yellow bikini. She greeted
    me and invited me in, looking at me as she expected me to be wearing
    just my diapers.
    	I joined Derek in his bedroom where both he and Steven were
    playing with their race car set. Both boys had on very thick diapers
    like mine. It was quite evident that the cloth diapers were here to
    stay. It appeared that Jennie had applied her diapering skills and
    methods that she had picked up from my sisters rather well.
    	From the way Derek and Steven smelled, neither of them had their
    diapers changed yet. We played with their Hot Wheels race car set for
    about an hour. We all agreed how nice it was to play continuously
    without being subjected to the tyrannical demands that would otherwise
    be imposed upon us by our bladders and bowels, requiring us to get up
    and use the toilet. With diapers on, we could go anytime we pleased and
    the mess could always be cleaned up later. I told Derek everything that
    I had been doing this past week, well, except for the parts about my
    experiences Megan and then Tony, being that he was only seven years
    old.
    	I did tell Derek about Megan using the baby bottle on me, which
    he thought was cute. Derek then told me about his recent diaper
    adventures as well. He told me that Jennie liked to baby him and feed
    him with baby bottles as well. He explained that the bottle that he let
    me borrow (which he told me was mine to keep as he had others) was one
    that he used himself. Had Derek been a few years older I would have
    asked him if he wanted to jack off with me since I was so aroused by
    all the diaper talk that we exchanged.
    	At about noon Jennie came into the bedroom, still clad in her
    bikini.
    	"Anyone want a diaper change?" she asked.
    	"Me!" came both the voices of Derek and Steven at the same time.
    I wouldn't have minded getting a diaper change just for the sensation
    of getting my balls and butt wiped by a girl who wasn't my sister, but
    I had only pooped once and I hadn't peed enough to make taking all my
    diapers off worthwhile. Jennie agreed with me as she checked and saw
    that my diapers were still a long ways from needing to be changed.
    	I was on my hands and knees playing with the other boys when
    Jennie got down on all fours and crawled up behind me. She had learned
    from diapering Derek and Steven the same way my sisters diapered me,
    that checking for dirty diapers from the waist in the back was an
    exercise in futility. The diapers were too thick and tight, and they
    came up so high that the top of the diapers was too far from where the
    action was. Instead, Jennie stuck her nose into my diaper crotch near
    my butt to sniff for poop.
    	"I can't even smell it," Jennie commented as she patted my butt a
    couple times.
    	"It's there, trust me," I said. "Thar's poop in them thar
    diapers!" I said, getting Jennie and Derek to both laugh. Jennie then
    ran her hand up to the front, completely oblivious to my hard-on, and
    she could feel that the inner diapers were damp, but that there was no
    sign of complete overall wetness there.
    	"You're good for awhile," Jennie said as she got back up and took
    the opportunity to pat my butt a couple more times. She then checked
    Derek and Steven's diapers while they were on their hands and knees
    playing with cars. She didn't even have to get close to their butts to
    determine that they were both in serious need of diaper changes. I
    could have told her that, and she knew that they hadn't been changed
    since last night and would certainly need a change anyway. I could tell
    that she just liked to check their diapers anyway and they enjoyed
    getting attention from her in this manner.
    	Jennie then grabbed a large coin of some sort that had been used
    to decide which of the boys got his diapers changed first. On one side
    was Derek's name, the other side, Steven's. Jennie explained to me how
    she made the coin. The "coin" was actually a large washer about two
    inches in diameter. She covered it with paper on each side and inserted
    a piece of cardboard in the middle, cut to size to fill the hole. She
    covered the whole coin in clear tape to protect its surface. She wrote
    her brother's names on each side of the coin. Along with their names
    was a drawing of a well-diapered butt.
    	"Why not just do 'heads or tails?'" I asked her, suggesting that
    she designate the "heads" side with the diaper front and the "tails"
    side with the diaper butt.
    	"We did that at first," Jennie explained. "We used to just use a
    regular coin, but Derek always called 'heads.' Then I made a coin with
    the front and the back of the diaper, and then Derek always called
    'tails' since he liked being the butt better, so I decided to just use
    their names instead and make diaper butts on both sides."
    	"Very cute," I said as I examined the coin.
    	"Go ahead, you can do the toss," Jennie said to me. With this, I
    tossed the coin in the air high enough to brush the ceiling. I watched
    it rapidly flipping around in the air, unable to tell which side was
    which. It then descended and landed on the floor. Derek's side was
    facing up.
    	"Looks like you got it," Jennie told Derek as she directed him to
    get on his crib and lie down for his diaper change. Before he did, he
    grabbed his pacifier and stuck it in his mouth. He explained to me
    afterwards that he liked having a pacifier in his mouth while Jennie
    changed his diapers. I stood and watched Jennie take Derek's plastic
    pants off and then his diapers, one pin at a time, one layer at a time.
    	I especially enjoyed watching a nearly naked girl changing a
    boy's diapers. It wasn't necessarily the fact that Jennie was sexually
    attractive to me, even though I had to admit she was cute and would
    likely become the subject of many boys' fantasies when she got older.
    She was only ten, after all, and she hadn't yet developed any such
    features of physical maturity. My arousal came from the way I was able
    to compare my ideal vision of boys to girls by how much and how little
    material they wear, respectively, around their waists.
    	I noted the contrast of seeing virtually all of Jennie's
    suntanned thighs and a good portion of her buttocks and the obvious
    absence of diapers, against Derek's similarly bare legs, but with
    several thick diapers wrapped over his entire butt. The total amount of
    material used in Jennie's skimpy bikini-- top and bottom-- was probably
    the equivalent of maybe two cubic inches worth of Derek's diaper
    material.
    	Once Jennie had all the poop cleared away from Derek's bottom, I
    could see that his butt was quite white where the sun never hit it
    because of the constant presence of diapers. Since I stayed indoors a
    lot, such a condition was not as prominent on my body. Derek's dick was
    as hard as any seven-year-old would have been capable of producing.
    Jennie knew this felt good to him and she wiped his genitals thoroughly
    and cleansed his nuts of the poop that coated them. I rubbed my diaper
    front up against the post of Derek's crib while I watched Jennie clean
    Derek, since using my hands to rub the front of my diapers wouldn't
    have looked appropriate.
    	Jennie then liberally showered Derek's nuts in powder. She rubbed
    it around his entire crotch using fluid motions with her hands. I
    imagined Jennie's soft, delicate hands doing the same thing to me as I
    envisioned her changing my diapers while she was in that string bikini.
    Then I watched her get out the diapers. Derek was going to be wearing
    them for awhile before his next diaper change, judging by the number of
    diapers that Jennie was going to put on him. My sisters' influence on
    her diapering techniques was quite evident, especially when I examined
    the final result, consisting of a seemingly innumerable aggregation of
    diapers and diaper pins.
    	Steven waited patiently while he got to watch his big brother get
    his butt and balls enshrouded in lots of white diapers. He had been
    watching the whole time, his attention diverted from the pile of toys
    that surrounded him. Jennie could also see that I had been watching her
    diaper up Derek. She smiled at me.
    	"Wanna change Steven?" Jennie asked me. I wasn't prepared for her
    to make such a request, so I hesitated for a moment.
    	"Your sisters aren't always going to be changing you, you know,"
    Jennie added. "You might as well learn how to do this yourself."
    	"Okay, sure," I said. Jennie picked up the towel that was on
    Derek's crib-- serving as a changing pad-- and moved it to Steven's
    bed. I was surprised to see that Steven wasn't back to sleeping in a
    crib yet, seeing that his mother had completely abandoned her efforts
    to toilet train him and probably felt that a crib would further remind
    Steven of what she thought about his toilet refusal.
    	"Come on, Steven, time for a didy change!" Jennie prompted him as
    she slapped her hand on the towel on Steven's bed. He lay down on it
    and spread his legs apart. I could see how the wetness had finally
    penetrated through to the outer layers of his big diapers. He looked to
    be very content with wearing all those diapers. Perhaps he was just
    happy to finally get a diaper change.
    	"Chris is going to change you!" Jennie said to Steven. He looked
    surprised, expecting his sister to do this.
    	"Why aren't you gonna change me?" Steven asked her.
    	"I want to see how good Chris is at diapering other boys the same
    way he is diapered himself," Jennie said. Steven acted like he didn't
    really want me to change him, so I thought that I would put him at
    ease.
    	"I'll make this a lot of fun, I promise," I told him. I tickled
    him gently and got him into a playful mood. Each time he wiggled his
    legs I could see the creases and folds of his bulky diapers and plastic
    pants shifting around, reminding me of just how thick his diapers were.
    	I must say that I have enjoyed being diapered flawlessly every
    time by my sisters without really knowing what exactly it was that they
    did when they prepared my diapers. At the same time, I was wanting to
    know what this job was like from their perspective, having to fold all
    those diapers and having to stick all those diaper pins in that thick
    cloth, ensuring that the diapers would go on high and tight.
    	Jennie and Derek both watched me while I removed Steven's
    Thickies diapers. He was in solid Thickies, three diapers, which, given
    the bulk of even one Thickies diaper, was immensely thick for a four-
    year-old boy. The fewer number of diapers made it easier and faster for
    me to take them off of Steven. He, too, was super-pinned into his
    diapers and I had a lot of them to remove. I pricked my fingers a
    couple times with the sharp pins. My sisters seldom fell prey to this
    minor hazard of having a diaper boy for a brother with a preference for
    cloth diapers, but then, they handled my diaper pins every day.
    	"Shit!" I exclaimed as I felt the pointy end of the diaper pin
    snap out of its fastener and dig into the surface of my finger's skin.
    I shook my hand rapidly. After the initial pain was dealt my finger
    itched. I wiped the small amount of blood that came out on my shirt. I
    then stuck my finger in my mouth and sucked on it. Steven then started
    giggling.
    	"Shih!" Steven said, mimicking me with my use of an excretory
    expletive. He said it a couple more times: "shih, shih!" He then
    giggled some more.
    	"You might want to watch what you say around Steven, and Derek,
    for that matter," Jennie advised me.
    	"I said that word when I was four," I said. "My Mom didn't like
    it, but I said it. I knew what it meant, too."
    	"Of course, diaper boy," Jennie said. "Being in diapers, I'm sure
    that word is used a lot around your house. We just say 'poop' around
    here a lot instead."
    	"Sorry," I said to Jennie. "My Mom used to tell my sisters to
    only say 'poop' when they changed my diapers, but that didn't last
    long. He's going to pick that word up sooner or later anyway. I picked
    it up from my sisters and my parents. My Dad even said it when he got
    mad at me for not using the toilet."
    	"Fine! You can just sit in your own shit for the rest of the
    night!" I remember him yelling to me one time when I refused to budge
    when he tried to take into the bathroom.
    	"Shih!" Steven uttered again.
    	"No, no, Steven, don't say that word. It's a grown-up word,"
    Jennie said to her littlest brother.
    	"Chris isn't a growed-up," Steven said.
    	"Well, he's old enough to say it and you're not," Jennie
    admonished him.
    	"Am I old enough to say 'shit?'" Derek asked her.
    	"No, but you do it all the time anyway, so I can't really stop
    you now. And since you're also stuck in diapers full-time, too, you'll
    be saying it a lot more, I'm sure."
    	"Shih!" Steven said again.
    	"Say 'poop!'" I suggested.
    	"Shih!" he said again.
    	"No, no, poop!" I said again. "Poop, poop, poop!" I then turned
    my butt to Steven and pointed to it.
    	"Poop, poop, poop! Poop in my diapers!" I said in a singsong sort
    of way, repeating it a couple more times. This got Steven to laughing.
    Derek and Jennie thought it was cute, too.
    	"Poop!" Steven said. He then kept saying it. I just loved hearing
    a four-year-old boy say "poop".
    	"Yeah, I can smell poop all right!" I said. "I betcha I'll find
    some underneath all these diapers you got on!" I said to him. While I
    was taking the pins out of the first diaper I kept saying things about
    all the pins and how thick his diapers were. He seemed to enjoy this as
    it reminded him of the fact that he was very well diapered.
    	"Wow! You mean I have *more* diapers to take off?" I said in mock
    surprise. "Boy, we're gonna be here all day removing all these diapers
    from your butt!"
    	I removed the second diaper, one diaper pin at a time. This time
    I was being more careful not to let the diaper pins bite me back.
    	"Your sister really pins you in your diapers good!" I said to
    Steven as I continued removing his diapers. "You know where she learned
    how to do that?"
    	"Where?" Steven asked.
    	"From my sisters!" I said. I pulled down my plastic pants partway
    and showed Steven the dense row of pins stuck into my diapers.
    	"See all these diaper pins?" I pointed out to Steven.
    	"Yeah!" he said with a giggle. "You got a lot of pins!"
    	"So do you!" I said. "Did Jennie put all these pins in your
    diapers?"
    	"Uh huh!" he said.
    	"Sisters are good for things like that, huh?" I said. Steven
    agreed.
    	"They don't want us to be able to take our diapers off, and they
    want to make sure they're on really tight so we don't get all that
    nasty, smelly pee and poop of ours all over the place, so they use lots
    and lots of pins and lots and lots of diapers on us boys!"
    	God, I was having so much fun with this! I could tell that Steven
    really enjoyed having me talk about how fun diapers are to wear and use
    and how great it is for both him and I to each have such willing
    sisters who know what we boys like and take their brothers' diapers to
    the extreme. I was getting dizzy as this was producing such a rush. It
    was almost overwhelming.
    	I finally had all the pins out of the last diaper and I was
    getting ready to remove it.
    	"Oh boy, I think we're in for a real stinky one here!" I said.
    Upon pulling away the soaked and soiled diaper, I was quite correct.
    	"Hoo wee! What a mess!" I said. "I see a poopy butt! Did you make
    all this poop, Steven?"
    	"I go poop!" he said proudly.
    	"You must have gone three or four times in this one!" I said as I
    tossed the heavy diaper into the pail along with the others.
    	"That's sure a lot of poop for a little butt," I said as I
    prepared to clean Steven's mess up. He had shit literally all over his
    butt. His tight diapers kept it all in place as I could see a brown
    swath of poop through his crotch that conformed to the shape of his
    diapers. I couldn't even see his balls buried in the mess, and his
    little penis was sticking up, the only part of his diaper area that
    seemed to escape the fecal flood.
    	I spent the net several minutes wiping Steven clean. His dick
    remained hard the entire time. I gently wiped up and gathered up the
    filth around his testicles and his penis, giving them extra attention.
    I was tempted to ask Steven if he liked this, but he wasn't old enough
    to really understand these feelings at his age. The smile on his face
    was all I needed to be convinced that I was making this experience very
    pleasurable for the little boy.
    	All gone!" I said as I examined his backside and determined that
    there was nothing left of the poop. Next, I applied a generous amount
    of powder to Steven's rump and his nuts. I slowly spread it all over,
    running my hand back and forth through his butt crack a couple times.
    	"I like the way this stuff smells," I said as I held my hand to
    my nose to catch a whiff of the powder. "Do you like how it smells,
    too?"
    	"It smells better than poop!" Steven said.
    	"That it does," I agreed.
    	"My poop stinks!" he said.
    	"So does mine, good thing we diaper boys wear these *thick*
    diapers so nobody else has to see it or smell it for awhile!" With
    this, I turned around and patted my butt a couple times. I had a good
    feeling that Steven was taking all this in like a sponge and he would
    come to enjoy his diapers more at an earlier age.
    	I then went over to the diaper cabinet to get Steven's diapers. I
    looked for some more Thickies, but I didn't find any. I asked Jennie if
    she had any more for him.
    	"Those were his last ones," she said. "You'll have to use the
    regular kind now."
    	I grabbed four of the regular flat diapers from Steven's once-
    planned-to-be underwear drawer and I brought them over to Steven. I
    debated whether to stop at four or use more, given that Steven was only
    four years old and the diapers would be proportionally thicker on him.
    	"You think four diapers is enough?" I asked Jennie.
    	"Nah, better use at least six," Jennie recommended. I complied
    with her recommendation and pulled two more diapers out of the stack.
    	Jennie showed me how she likes to fold Steven's diapers. She
    demonstrated two different methods, one which would put more layers in
    the middle but would make the thickest area not as wide. The other
    method made the diaper less thick, but the extra layers would be wider
    in the front. She told me to fold the first three diapers with more
    width in the front, explaining that this would be the best way to fold
    it for a boy. The remaining three diapers would be folded with more
    thickness in the middle for added absorbency and to accent the
    appearance of his diapered butt more.
    	Jennie placed her soft, gentle hands on my hands and she guided
    me as she showed me how to fold the diapers properly. She could tell
    that I was having some difficulty to get them to fold the right way. I
    was never good at folding things anyway. My fourth grade teacher showed
    us origami-- the art of folding paper-- and I sucked at it. Jennie was
    surprised that I needed her help. I told her that all this time when I
    got my diapers changed I would just lie there and let them do all the
    work.
    	"You mean, your sisters have been doing this all along and you
    haven't been paying attention?" she said to me somewhat incredulously.
    	"They've never showed me how they do it, they just do it," I
    explained. "They probably feel that as long as they're doing it, I
    don't have to know, and I guess I never really thought about it.
    Besides, most of the time I wear pre-fold diapers anyway, and they
    mostly just use my flat diapers for soaker pads now. All I pay
    attention to is how the diapers feel once they go into my crotch and
    over my butt and my balls. Then I watch them stick all the pins in."
    	"Ahhh, I see," Jennie said as she nodded her head. "Better get
    him diapered, you never know when his next poop's coming."
    	"I know what you mean," I said, speaking from experience.
    Speaking of poop, I could sense a bowel movement of my own coming any
    minute.
    	"Okay, back to diapering you up!" I said to Steven. "You ready?"
    	"Ready!" he said. He lifted his bum off of the towel as I slid
    the first diaper underneath him. He then planted himself back down on
    it. His penis stood at attention in anticipation of having the diaper
    become wrapped around his waist. As I pulled it over his stiff wiener I
    said, "bye bye, see you next diaper change!"
    	With the diaper in place, I was ready to pin it on. I reached for
    the pile of pins that I created when I took Steven's dirty diapers off.
    I pulled the diaper fabric as tightly as I could as I inserted the
    first pin. Next, I went to the other side and secured the diaper there
    with another pin. I then added a second and third diaper pin on each
    side to ensure that the diaper was good and tight. I added a few more
    pins for reinforcement, but I didn't use as many on each diaper since I
    had to distribute them out evenly enough for six diapers.
    	"Just use a few pins on the inner diapers," Jennie recommended.
    "You can go all out on the last diaper."
    	"One diaper on, five to go," I said as I finished the first
    diaper. I then applied the second diaper, only using four pins on each
    side of it. As I inserted each diaper pin, I counted it out loud.
    Steven sat up for a moment and counted the pins in his diaper.
    	"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven... EIGHT!" he said as he
    pointed to each pin.
    	"How high can you count?" I asked him.
    	"I dunno," he said.
    	"I've heard him count as high as thirty," Jennie said.
    	"How many diapers do you have on?" I asked him.
    	"Two," he said.
    	"How many am I gonna put on you?" With this, I counted the
    remaining diapers out for him: "three, four, five, six!"
    	"Six diapers!" Steven said with a smile.
    	Before I could continue, I had to pause for a moment to unload
    into my own diapers. To make sure Steven would get a good visual, I
    turned around and bent over in front of him while I shit into my
    diapers. I produced a couple of good and juicy farts while I pooped
    wetly into the diapers. Even though my thick diapers muted much of the
    farting sound, it was still quite evident that I was shitting
    abundantly in my diapers.
    	Derek and Jennie were both watching me shit in my diapers. Jennie
    was smiling wryly, indicating that she found my behavior amusing, but
    at the same time couldn't understand what it was that made boys like me
    get so excited about such things. Derek was also smiling and enjoying
    watching me take a dump in my diapers in front of everyone.
    	"I go poop! I go lots of poop!" I said to Steven. "Can you see
    any poop?"
    	"No," he said.
    	"Of course not, that's why I wear my diapers so thick," I said
    while slapping my padded butt.
    	"What do you see?" I asked him.
    	"Your butt!" he laughed.
    	"My *diapered* butt," I added. "You'd never know I pooped, huh?"
    	"I can smell it, you stink!" he said.
    	"Looks like you'll need some thicker diapers on, if that's the
    case," Jennie said.
    	"Do you like to poop your diapers?" I asked Steven as I went back
    to diapering him.
    	"I like pooping my diapers!" he said with a giggle. "It feels
    good!"
    	As I continued diapering Steven and making his diapers thicker
    and heavier, I thought about how each diaper that I added and each pin
    holding it around his body further removed him from getting to the
    toilet. He was clearly not willing to try using the toilet or he would
    have complained about having so many diapers on and would probably have
    tried to take them off at some point. He was clearly set out to be a
    diaper boy like I was destined to be, just that my parents didn't give
    in to my desires. Steven was pretty lucky that he wasn't being forced
    to give up his diapers like I was. If I still knew Steven and Derek in
    a few years I would tell Steven how fortunate he is to have not been
    faced with the horror of forced potty training. He would have many
    great stories to tell about his diaper experiences when he got to my
    age, and right now I was giving him some food for thought, hoping that
    he would remember getting his diapers changed by me. I made sure he
    wouldn't forget.
    	"Gee, Steven, how are gonna get all these diapers off when you
    have to use the toilet?" I asked him in a sarcastic voice.
    	"I don't use the toilet!" he said.
    	"Me, neither," I said. "Why don't you use the toilet?"
    	"Because I got DIAPERS on!" he shouted.
    	"That's my boy!" I said. "My *diaper* boy, that is!"
    	"You and me got diapers on, too!" Derek said. "We all got diapers
    on!"
    	"Not me!" Jennie said, pointing out her skimpy swimsuit.
    	"Jennie doesn't have diapers on!" Steven pointed out.
    	"You're right, Steven, she doesn't! Why doesn't she?" I asked
    him.
    	"Because she's a girl!" he said.
    	"Oh?" I asked him, feigning questioning of his answer. "Why do
    you say that?"
    	"Because diapers are for BOYS!" Steven said assertively.
    	"I agree with you!" I said. I then turned to Jennie and said,
    "you taught him well!"
    	"Of course," Jennie said. "I want him to grow up and be just like
    you, Chris!"
    	"He's off to a good start," I said. I then turned my attention
    back to Steven and I continued diapering him.
    	"So what *is* your sister wearing?" I asked Steven.
    	"A swimming suit," he replied.
    	"And where does she go the bathroom?" I asked Steven.
    	"In the toilet!" he said, clearly indicating that he knew what
    the toilet was for and how non-diaper wearers use it. Jennie nodded in
    agreement.
    	"We're diaper boys, we don't need no stinkin' toilets anyway!" I
    proclaimed.
    	"Yeah, you boys got stinkin' *diapers* instead!" Jennie commented
    as she lifted the diaper pail and showed me Steven's dirty diapers.
    	"How am I doing?" I asked her.
    	"You're doing great!" she said. "Keep going!"
    	I was finally ready to pin on the last diaper. By this point I
    could hardly get the ends to meet and the diaper pins were being tugged
    upon each way by the tight-fitting ends of the diaper. I looked down at
    Steven's crotch and studied all the thick diapers I had put on him. He
    looked just like he had gotten diapered by Jennie or one of my sisters,
    but I had to remind myself that this was the result of my own work. I
    was quite proud of my achievement.
    	I had been feeling very aroused from performing Steven's diaper
    change, and my feelings had been building up from all the diaper talk
    and handling the diapers and the pins as well as the combined smell of
    pee, poop and powder. Derek's diapered presence and Jennie's
    contrasting undiapered presence only fueled these fires. Having pooped
    my diapers in front of everyone while changing Steven further
    intensified my arousal. When I began sticking all the remaining pins
    into Steven's massive diapers I felt that this was going to send me
    over the edge. I couldn't stand the sexual tension any longer and I
    could barely stand it at this point. I was short of breath and seeing
    stars.
    	I had to do something. I tried to withhold these intense feelings
    for as long as I could while I worked the last of the diaper pins in. I
    thought I was going to come without even rubbing myself and I was
    trying to intensify my thoughts more so that I could release this
    feeling. Even after I put in the last diaper pin I hadn't yet achieved
    orgasm. Had Jennie not been in the room I would have jacked off right
    there; I was nearing the boiling point now.
    	"Okay, now get his plastic pants," Jennie told me. I stepped away
    from Steven and went back to his drawer, hoping that this would give me
    enough of a break to at least delay my insurmountable desire to
    ejaculate. I picked up his plastic pants, noting how big they were. I
    knew I couldn't make it now. Meanwhile, Steven had gotten up from his
    bed and was climbing down off of it. At first he had his side facing
    me, allowing me to see the dense row of diaper pins along his side. I
    knew I was in for it now. Then Steven turned his butt towards me and
    let me look at the super thick padding that I had put on him, reminding
    myself again that this was my diapering job that I was looking at. I
    noted how the extra layers in the center stuck out even more and were
    so densely concentrated, as indicated by all the creases and folds that
    converged on his crotch.
    	That did it. I had to do release these feelings at once. I
    dropped the plastic pants and said, "you'll have to excuse me." I then
    headed out of the bedroom and into the hallway.
    	"Are you okay?" Jennie asked me, sounding concerned and not
    knowing what was going on. Right now I didn't care and decided to
    explain it to her later. I went into the bathroom and shut the door. I
    lay down on the cold tile floor and began masturbating furiously. It
    didn't take more than fifteen or twenty seconds to bring myself to
    ejaculation. I felt a huge flood of sperm flowing freely out of my hard
    dick. I kept massaging the front of my diapers and the semen kept
    flowing out. I kept it up longer than I normally did and I kept going
    until I was absolutely exhausted. What an incredible relief this was! I
    needed it in the worst way. As I savored my released tension I was
    gasping for air and seeing even more stars. I was afraid I may even
    pass out. My heart was fully accelerated to the point that I thought it
    would burst right out of my chest. My forehead was dripping with sweat
    and my entire body felt like it was on fire as I was so hot. All I
    could do was lie there and let myself relax and come down off of my
    diaper high. I didn't even want to get up as my body felt like a rag
    doll. No doubt the others were concerned about what happened.
    	Jennie came into the bathroom a moment later and she saw me lying
    on the floor looking completely exhausted. I was still catching my
    breath.
    	"Chris, what happened?" she asked me. "Are you feeling okay?"
    	"Oh yeah," I said in a scratchy voice. "I feel lots better."
    	"You're hot and sweaty and breathing hard," Jennie said. "You
    need some water or something?"
    	"Yeah, but not right now," I said. "I'll be okay."
    	"What are you doing here in the bathroom?" she asked me. "This is
    the last place I'd expect to find you, being the diaper boy you are."
    	"I just needed some privacy," I said.
    	"Privacy for what?" Jennie asked. I wasn't sure if or how to tell
    Jennie what I felt. She was ten years old and she had probably heard
    boys at school talk about sex and jacking off. She may have even tried
    playing with herself a couple times. I decided to approach the topic
    cautiously.
    	"Well, us boys, you see, most of us have certain feelings that we
    get from looking at girls and thinking about them," I started. "It
    happens when you get older."
    	"Oh, you mean masturbation?" Jennie said, apparently having
    already been educated on such matters. This helped me to determine the
    level of detail at which I could explain this to her.
    	"Yeah, that's what I needed to do," I told her. "Except for me,
    it's not girls that give me those feelings, it's diapers. Diapers and
    boys wearing them."
    	"I think I understand," Jennie said. "Derek likes to look at
    pictures of boys wearing diapers. He tells me that he really likes
    looking at your photo albums and your home videos since you're wearing
    diapers in all of them."
    	"I do think about girls, too, but only if they're around boys who
    are wearing diapers or if they're changing them," I added.
    	"So, was changing Steven's diapers a bit much for you?" Jennie
    said.
    	"Yeah, it was," I said. "But I'm okay now."
    	"Do you think you'll ever want to diaper him again?"
    	"Oh yeah, of course I will," I said, knowing that in doing so I
    would achieve the same extreme sexual climax that I felt just now. "I
    just may need to take a break next time."
    	"I just hope it doesn't kill you one of these times!" Jennie
    said. "I thought you were really sick or something. Do you really enjoy
    wearing diapers that much?"
    	"God yes, I love diapers!" I said emphatically as I began to feel
    fully recovered. "I admit it, I'm obsessed with diapers. Diapers give
    me a high, sort of like what other people get from taking drugs, so I'm
    glad that I have a diaper fetish instead of a drug addiction."
    	Jennie then extended her hand and helped me up.
    	"Go join Derek and Steven in the kitchen," Jennie said. "I'll be
    right out there to make you guys lunch."
    	With this, Jennie patted me on the behind again as I left the
    bathroom. She closed the door and made use of the facilities.
    Meanwhile, I walked out to the kitchen, barely able to support myself
    ass jacking off left me feeling weak all over. I made it to the kitchen
    and I sat down at the kitchen table across from Derek and Steven. I
    noticed that someone else had put Steven's plastic pants on him.
    	"What happened to you?" Derek asked. I assured him that I was
    okay. Then I had to explain to him the same thing that I explained to
    Jennie, but toning things down to a level that was more appropriate for
    a seven-year-old. I simply told him that I just got too excited over
    changing Steven's diapers and I had to take a break.
    	"Wow!" Derek exclaimed.
    	"I like it when Chris changes me," Steven said.
    	"So you liked that, eh?" I said to him.
    	"Yeah, you're funny when you talk about diapers!" he said.
    	"Glad you liked it," I said.
    	"I want you to change my diapers from now on," Steven said to me.
    	"I'll try to as much as I can," I said. "I'm sure your sister
    knows what to do to now make your diaper changes more enjoyable."
    	Jennie came out of the bathroom, leaving behind her the sound of
    a toilet that had just been flushed. She came out to the kitchen and
    asked us what we wanted for lunch. After we all agreed on macaroni and
    cheese and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, she began preparing
    lunch. While doing this, she called her new friend Melanie and invited
    her over to join us for lunch. As Jennie had he bikini-clad bottom
    turned to me while she talked on the phone I examined her butt as
    closely as I could from where I was sitting and I confirmed that she
    wiped herself perfectly clean, something I could never do even when I
    did use some strange porcelain object called a toilet at some other
    time in my life.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 90
    ---------------------------

    	I had never heard of Melanie before. I figured she must have been
    of one Jennie's friends, but I just wanted to be sure before settling
    on my assumption.
    	"Who's Melanie?" I asked Jennie.
    	"A new friend I met at the park the other day," she said. "She's
    the first friend I have met since we moved here."
    	"Has she ever been over here?" I asked, wondering if she had seen
    Derek and Steven in their diapers yet.
    	"I've been to her house a couple times, but she hasn't been over
    here yet," Jennie replied. "Boy, is she going to be in for a surprise
    when she sees you three boys in diapers, especially as big and as thick
    as they are."
    	Neither Derek nor Steven seemed to mind the fact that a strange
    girl would see them in their diapers. In fact, they looked forward to
    showing off their diapers to her just like I did. I was getting hard as
    I thought about it.
    	The doorbell rang a couple minutes later, so Melanie must have
    lived close by. Since Jennie was busy making sandwiches she asked Derek
    to answer the door. While Jennie could have easily answered the door
    herself, I knew she asked Derek to do it because he was in his diapers.
    	I followed Derek to the door and stood behind him, off to the
    side so that Melanie-- assuming it was her-- would see my diapers right
    away. As expected, a girl who looked to be Jennie's age was standing at
    the door. Accompanying her was a boy who looked to be about three years
    old. I assumed he was Melanie's little brother. He was wearing shorts.
    I looked at him closely and was trying to determine if he was wearing a
    diaper or not. Nothing was showing above the waist of his shorts and I
    couldn't detect any bulges to indicate the presence of a diaper. I
    figured I'd find out soon enough.
    	"Hello," the girl said to us. She looked at both Derek and I
    standing there in huge diapers, but she didn't say anything about the
    diapers.
    	"Is Jennie here?" she asked, hesitating on the sight of mine and
    Derek's diapers. She made little eye contact as the angle of her eyes
    indicated that they were fixed on our diapers. Her little brother was
    also looking at us, no doubt that he could plainly see our diapers.
    	"Yeah, she is, come on in," Derek said as he and I stood back and
    opened the door all the way.
    	"Are you Melanie?" Derek asked.
    	"Yes," she said. "And this is my little brother Tyler."
    	"I'm Derek," he introduced himself. "This my friend and neighbor
    Chris, and over there is my brother Steven." Melanie looked across the
    room and quickly noted that Steven, too, was very thickly diapered.
    Derek led Melanie into the kitchen.
    	"Hi Jennie!" Melanie greeted. "You mean you're not wearing
    diapers, too?" she said, sounding like she was expecting to see this
    after seeing the three of us boys in diapers.
    	"Nahhh," Jennie replied. "I just change them."
    	"Why are all these boys all wearing diapers?" Melanie asked.
    	"Because they're boys," Jennie replied. "Around here, only boys
    wear diapers."
    	"I didn't even know they made diapers for anyone besides babies,"
    Melanie commented. "I think it's kind of funny to see your brother and
    his friend wearing diapers. How old are they?"
    	"Derek's seven, and Chris is twelve," Jennie replied.
    	"Are you guys, well, potty trained?" Melanie asked us.
    	"Used to be," I said. "Now I'm back in diapers full time."
    	"Me, too!" Derek said as he lifted his shirt to let Melanie see
    how high up his diapers went on his stomach.
    	"So, you guys don't use the toilet, ever?" Melanie asked us,
    sounding incredulous.
    	"Fuck no!" I said in my mind. To Melanie, I just said "not since
    I was eight years old."
    	"Why do you wear diapers?" she asked me.
    	"Because I like how they look on my butt and I like peeing and
    pooping in them," I replied honestly.
    	"Isn't that, you know, kind of gross?" Melanie asked, displaying
    a disgusted look on her face. At that moment Tyler came up to her and
    asked her, "Mewamee, I gotta potty."
    	"You do? Good boy!" Melanie commented. "Good to hear you say
    that."
    	"Wheh's da potty?" Tyler asked his big sister.
    	"Where's your bathroom?" Melanie asked Jennie.
    	"Down the hall, first door on the right," she said.
    	"It's the first door to your right," Melanie directed her brother
    and escorted him halfway.
    	"Dammit!" I thought to myself and snapped my fingers as I watched
    Tyler walking into the bathroom. I was hoping he'd still be in diapers.
    What a disappoint this was! Maybe if he saw the three of us in diapers
    enough he would want to start wearing them again.
    	Melanie then returned her attention to Derek and me.
    	"You guys like to wear dirty diapers?" Melanie asked us.
    	"Yeah, I think it's fun to wear diapers and pee and poop in them;
    it feels good," I commented honestly. Melanie stared at me, thinking I
    was weird, but I enjoyed flaunting my love for diapers and got off on
    it.
    	"I don't see how anyone could enjoy wearing diapers!" Melanie
    turned to Jennie.
    	"It's a boy's thing," Jennie said as she served the sandwiches
    and the macaroni.
    	"That makes sense," Melanie said as she bit into her sandwich.
    "Boys are into gross things like that. And they're immature! Like
    babies!"
    	"Maybe so, but I think it's cute," Jennie replied. "Don't you
    think my brothers and Chris look cute in diapers?"
    	"They look funny, that's for sure," Melanie said. "They're butts
    stick out and they waddle wearing those thick diapers."
    	"That's what makes them look cute," Jennie said. I smiled at
    Jennie, seeing that she was defending my side of the matter. "Besides,
    doesn't it make you feel more like, you know, a 'big girl' when you see
    that only the boys around you are all wearing diapers? Even the older
    boys?"
    	"I don't know about that, but I know I'd never wear a diaper,"
    Melanie said. "Don't you get tired of the smell and stinking all the
    time?" Melanie asked us.
    	"We're used to it," I said. I didn't want to tell her that the
    odors of my diapers got me aroused. She was already having a difficult
    time understanding why we boys liked wearing diapers, but at least she
    was asking questions.
    	"Does your mother change you?" Melanie asked.
    	"Sometimes, but most of the time my sisters do it."
    	"I feel sorry for them," Melanie remarked. "I'm so glad Tyler's
    starting to use the toilet now. I hated changing his diapers and wiping
    up his stinky butt all the time."
    	Tyler came back to the table and was ready to eat.
    	"All done?" Melanie asked Tyler. He nodded and said, "uh huh."
    	"Did you wipe?" she asked him.
    	"I only hadda pee," he said.
    	"Did you wash your hands?" she asked him. As expected, he shook
    his head. Melanie got back up and escorted him back into the bathroom
    to help him with this.
    	"You guys might want to put some pants or shorts on when
    Melanie's here and not talk about diapers so much," Jennie told the
    three of us boys while Melanie was out of the room. "She doesn't seem
    to understand why you all like wearing diapers."
    	"That sucks," I said.
    	"Yeah, and it sucks that Tyler is potty trained," Derek said. I
    agreed with him wholeheartedly, and I thought he sounded cute saying
    the word "sucks" using a seven-year-old's articulation.
    	"Well, just because you boys wear diapers and your sisters and I
    all think it's cute and we like to change your diapers and see you
    going around in them, doesn't mean that everyone feels the same way
    about it."
    	"I know," I said. "I just like to tell everyone how much I love
    wearing diapers."
    	"Well, until I get to know Melanie better, I'd hold off on all
    the diaper stuff around her," Jennie told us.
    	"Sorry," I said. "I get carried away with it."
    	"You want us to put some shorts on?" Derek asked Jennie.
    	"Nahh, too late now, Melanie's already seen you guys. Besides,
    summer's almost over and you won't be going around in diapers as much
    after the weather gets colder."
    	"That never stopped me," I said. "Unless I go outside to play in
    the snow, all I wear is diapers, no matter how cold it is. The house
    stays warm and it doesn't matter."
    	"Well, still, I just don't want Melanie to get all weirded out
    and not want to come over here again, so, just do it for me, okay?"
    	"Okay," Derek moaned. After having eaten several bites of my
    sandwich and about half of my macaroni, I realized that I had nothing
    to drink. I asked Jennie if she had anything to offer.
    	"Oh shoot," she said. "I didn't get you guys any drinks. What
    would you like?"
    	"What do you have?" I asked Jennie.
    	"We have milk, orange juice, apple juice and Diet Coke," she said
    when she opened the refrigerator and bent over, sticking her petite,
    scantily covered and diaperless behind towards us.
    	"Just diet?" I asked. When Jennie replied that this was all they
    had as far as soda was concerned I opted for milk, as did Derek. Steven
    asked for apple juice.
    	"I want mine in a bottle!" Steven requested.
    	"Mine, too!" Derek asked.
    	"Same here!" I said.
    	"No, no guys, not while Melanie is here, okay?" she said.
    	"Okay," Derek moaned. I was looking forward to getting my milk in
    a bottle, but I figured there was time for this afterwards. Jennie
    served Steven's apple juice in a sippy cup as a compromise. Derek
    wanted his in a sippy cup, too, but agreed to drinking it from a
    tumbler. I got mine in a glass.
    	Melanie returned from the bathroom with Tyler, who looked upset.
    	"Why's he upset?" Jennie asked Melanie.
    	"I scolded him because he said he only had to pee, but he had to
    poop, and he didn't wipe his butt."
    	"For Chrissakes, just leave him in diapers and save yourself the
    aggravation! He's a boy! Fuck toilet training!" I angrily thought to
    myself. I thought it so loudly that I swore I actually said it. I did,
    however, roll my eyes and huff spontaneously before resuming eating.
    	Jennie offered them some drinks when they sat down to continue
    eating.
    	I was curious to know how old Tyler was. I was hoping he'd be
    four, or at least close to it.
    	"He turned three in April," Melanie answered. I was hoping he'd
    be a little older than this.
    	"When did he start potty training?" I asked.
    	"About a month ago," Melanie replied. "Mom was having a fit that
    he was three years old and still in diapers."
    	"Oh, for God's sake!" I thought to myself and rolled my eyes
    again. It always amazed me how parents always got so freaked out about
    their kids being in diapers past the age of three, especially boys.
    Girls I could understand, but boys are often not ready for the toilet
    at this age. Some boys, like me, never were "ready" and had to be
    forced to give up diapers.
    	"Did he start using the toilet willingly?" I asked in an
    interrogating sort of way.
    	"Mom had to bribe him with candy and toys, and she says that if
    he can go five days without any accidents, she'll buy him some big boy
    underwear. He's up to day three now, and I'll be nice and let it slide
    that he didn't wipe his butt this time. He really likes Barney and
    wants Barney underwear."
    	"Barney," I groaned. Such typical coercion techniques, I mused as
    I recalled the toilet training article I read recently in the waiting
    room at Dr. Johnston's office. None of that carrot-dangling shit ever
    worked for me, ever! Left alone, I had to wonder if the boy would have
    ever wanted to give up his diapers on his own. I asked Melanie what her
    thoughts were on this.
    	"Probably," she said. "All kids eventually decide they don't want
    to wear diapers anymore."
    	"I didn't," I said. "My parents had to force me out of my
    diapers."
    	"I'm not surprised," she said.
    	"It was hell for me and them," I said.
    	"I'm sure it was," Melanie replied. 'It doesn't mean Tyler will
    be like you and want to wear diapers, though. Good God, I hope he
    doesn't."
    	Jennie then looked at me like she didn't want me to keep pressing
    the issue, so I decided to drop it at this point.
    	"I'll get back to Tyler later," I said to myself as I finished
    eating my lunch. I looked at him while he was picking at pieces of his
    macaroni with his fingers. He was such a cute little blonde-haired boy.
    He looked kind of like I did at that age. What a shame it would be to
    take diapers away from such a charming little guy. I hoped that I could
    influence him and get him to change his mind about potty training and
    encourage him to continue wearing diapers.
    	After lunch, Derek, Steven and I went out to the back yard to
    play with their Tonka trucks in the dirt pit. Tyler joined us, as
    expected. Meanwhile, the girls were in the front yard spraying each
    other with the hose. We could hear them laughing, giggling and
    screaming. Melanie had stripped off her shorts and T-shirt, revealing
    the swimsuit that she had put on underneath.
    	After a few minutes of pushing trucks around in the dirt and
    digging tunnels and getting our hands dirty, Derek said that he and
    Steven were going to go out front and play in the water with the girls.
    	"Perfect!" I thought as I figured this would give me an
    opportunity to be alone with Tyler and tell him how great diapers are
    over using the toilet. At no point would I actually tell him that he
    should wear diapers or use them. That way in case he blabbed to his
    sister or his mother, I could tell them that I never told him to use
    his diapers.
    	"Don't you wanna come with us?" Derek asked, apparently expecting
    Tyler and me to follow.
    	"In a little bit," I said. "Tyler and I are having fun digging
    tunnels here."
    	"We're getting hot, so we want to go cool off," Derek said.
    	"I'll be up there in a little bit," I told him.
    	"Okay," Derek said. He and Steven scampered across the yard.
    Their prominently white diapered butts gleamed brightly in the
    afternoon sun and I watched them waddle their way towards the gate that
    led out to the front of the house.
    	Now was my chance. I knew that it was a bold move and it carried
    some risky consequences, but I wanted to see if I could at least delay
    Tyler's potty training progress by throwing a monkey wrench into his
    parents' efforts to separate him from his diapers. I sat there in the
    dirt and watched Tyler digging a little trench.
    	"Hey Tyler!" I said to get his attention. He looked up at me.
    	"What are you wearing underneath your shorts?" I asked him.
    	"Puww-wups," he said.
    	"Pull-Ups, right?" I repeated so he would know that I understood
    him. He replied back and said, "Puww-wups!" again.
    	"Can I see what your Pull-Ups look like?" I asked him. I wasn't
    sure how he would react to this or if I should have asked him. He was
    being cooperative so far, so he stood up and pulled his shorts down. He
    stood in front of me and pointed to his diaper. It was a diaper as far
    as I was concerned.
    	"I wear Puww-wups now!" he said proudly.
    	"What did you wear before Pull-Ups?" I asked him.
    	"I wore Pampers," he said. "Me mommy hadda put dem on me."
    	"So, that's the *only* difference between diapers and Pull-Ups,
    right?" I asked him, not sure if he understood this. "Your mommy has to
    put the Pampers diapers on you, but you can put Pull-Ups on yourself,
    but other than that, Pull-Ups are still kind of like Pampers diapers,
    huh?"
    	Tyler didn't respond, so I rephrased my statement so that he
    would hopefully understand it.
    	"Do your Pull-Ups feel like your Pampers?" I asked him.
    	"Yeah, they're Puww-wups diapers!" he said.
    	"So they're still diapers, right?"
    	"Uh huh," he said.
    	"Tell me that they're diapers," I asked him. I wanted to make
    sure he was understanding what I was talking about.
    	"Diapers," he replied.
    	"Pull-Ups are diapers," I repeated.
    	"You can still pee and poop in them, can't you?" I continued.
    	"I'm not s'posed to, and I'm s'posed to go to da potty."
    	I wanted to smack my forehead. I felt that it was time to turn up
    the heat a little, seeing that Tyler was still under the expectation to
    use the toilet.
    	"Do you wish you could wear your *Pampers* diapers again?" I
    asked him. I had learned that he had made the distinction between
    diapers and Pull-Ups by their brand names. I spoke to him slowly and
    gently so he would listen.
    	"Do you miss having your Mom changing your Pampers? Do you miss
    the way she would clean your poopy bottom and make you feel good? I bet
    you miss seeing a package of Pampers diapers next to you while you
    watched your Mom pull it out and spread it out and then pull it up in
    between your legs. Did you like it when your Mom did that to you?
    Didn't that just feel so good to get a nice, fresh, clean Pampers
    diaper on?"
    	Tyler smiled at me, but he didn't say anything. I noticed that he
    rubbed the front of his Pull-Ups when I was telling him this, but a lot
    of three-year-old boys do this anyway.
    	"Do your Pull-Ups look like your Pampers?" I asked him while he
    was looking down at his crotch.
    	"Yeah," he said.
    	"Both of them are white, and they're both soft and kind of thick-
    - not as thick as *my* diapers, of course."
    	It surprised me that Tyler had not made any acknowledgement of
    the fact that any of us other boys were wearing diapers. Tyler had
    pulled his shorts back up and went back to playing. I had to get his
    attention again.
    	"Hey Tyler!" I said. I turned around and stuck my diapered butt
    towards him. He looked up at me while I looked down between my legs and
    held my ankles. I then pointed to my diapered behind.
    	"What is this I'm wearing?" I asked him.
    	"A diaper!" he said.
    	"That's right," I said. "Actually, it's *several* diapers," I
    added. "I have lots and lots of diapers on, which is why they are so
    big and thick on me! I like to wear lots of diapers, because I like
    them to be really, really thick on my butt." I repeated several key
    words several times-- diapers, big, thick, white, butt, poopy, stinky,
    smelly, and a few others. He giggled as I squatted down and patted my
    butt several times, so I was at least keeping his attention. I then sat
    down and then rolled back, letting him see my diapered crotch.
    	"My diapers cover me all over," I said. "See how big and thick
    they are?" I continued.
    	While I could tell that I was making a strong impression on Tyler
    by showing off my diapers to him, he wasn't responding the way I had
    hoped, so I decided to ask him more questions.
    	"You know why I wear diapers?" I asked him as I sat back up and
    brushed the dirt off of my back. I didn't expect him to answer, which
    he didn't. I said, "because I don't use the potty!"
    	"You don' use da potty?" he said. Now I knew he was listening.
    	"Nope, every time I need to pee or poop I just go in my diapers.
    They're really big and super thick so they hold lots of pee and poop,
    and nobody has to smell my stinky poop when I wear my diapers thick
    like this."
    	"Mommy says that big boys use the potty," Tyler said.
    	"She's full of shit," was my spontaneous thought, but I didn't
    say this. Instead, I said, "well, I'm a big boy, and I don't use the
    potty. Who says big boys can't wear diapers? Derek's a big boy and he
    wears diapers, and so is Steven. My friend Tony is a big boy and he
    wears diapers, too. In fact, I know lots of big boys who wear diapers."
    	"Why don' you use da potty?" Tyler asked me.
    	"Why do *you* use the potty?" I asked him back.
    	"Because my mommy says to," he replied. "She gets mad and says
    that I'm not a big boy when I go in my diapers."
    	"That's what your *mommy* says," I told him. "Do you think that
    using the potty makes you a big boy? Or, does wearing diapers *not*
    make you a big boy?"
    	"You're a big boy and you wear diapers," he said.
    	"He's catching on!" I thought to myself excitedly, hoping to have
    successfully reversed some of the brainwashing that Tyler had been fed
    by his parents.
    	"Do you like wearin' diapers?" he asked me.
    	"Like diapers? I love diapers!" I exclaimed. "I like diapers that
    are big and fluffy and white and really, really thick! I think peeing
    and pooping in diapers is lots of fun! In fact, I'm gonna poop in them
    right now!"
    	With another bowel movement on its way out of my butt, I turned
    my behind towards Tyler again and I farted loudly enough for it to be
    heard through the diapers. I then pushed out a couple large stools and
    felt them spread all over my buttocks. Knowing that Tyler was watching
    me really excited me. At the same time I piss-flooded my diapers and
    felt the warm urine splash all around my hard dick.
    	"I just pooped my diapers," I told him. "I peed in them, too."
    	"You gonna get in twubble for pooing in your diapers," Tyler
    said.
    	"Trouble?" I said with a laugh. "Get in trouble? Ha! Not anymore!
    My mom and dad and my sisters *expect* me to pee and poop in my
    diapers! I've been wearing diapers like this since before you were even
    born and they know that I'm not about to use the potty now!"
    	I then felt Tyler pulling back on my plastic pants from behind
    me.
    	"Those are my plastic pants," I said. "They go over my diapers so
    I don't get things wet when I sit down."
    	Suddenly I felt Tyler's hand going into my diapers, releasing a
    handful of dirt. He then let go of my plastic pants and laughed.
    Normally this would have pissed me off, especially as my own sisters
    had a long record of dropping foreign materials into the back of my
    diapers when I wasn't expecting it.
    	Okay, Tyler, you got me," I said as I pulled off my plastic pants
    so that I could empty out the dirt. I tried to brush the dirt off of my
    diapers, but the wetness from sweating and the pee that had soaked back
    to my rear end turned the dirt residue to mud, thus leaving behind a
    small brown swath that made it appear that my poop had soaked all the
    way through to my outer diapers.
    	While I was putting my plastic pants back on Tyler got up and
    headed towards the house.
    	"Where you going?" I asked him.
    	"To the potty!" he said.
    	Shit! Shit! All that work, all that suggestive talk, all that
    effort to persuade Tyler to use his diapers, all gone down the toilet,
    which seemed to be an appropriate analogy.
    	"Look at all the play time that you're missing by getting up and
    going to the potty!" I said to him. He kept going in spite of my last-
    ditch efforts to encourage him to use his Pull-Ups. In desperation I
    decided to break my vow to not openly suggest that he use his Pull-Ups
    instead.
    	"You're wearing Pull-Ups," I said. "You said they're diapers, so
    why not just use them?"
    	"My Mommy will get mad," Tyler said.
    	"My Mommy will get mad, my Mommy will get mad," I quietly mocked
    Tyler.
    	"Your Mommy's not here!" I said. "She'll never know."
    	"Mewamee will get mad, too!" he said, trying to say Melanie's
    name.
    	"Ahh, just tell her it was an accident," I suggested. "You have
    accidents, don't you?"
    	"I want Barney!" he exclaimed.
    	"Tyler, I'm going to let you in on a secret," I said. "Barney is
    stupid!"
    	"No he's not!" Tyler said. With this, he got up and ran towards
    the house to use the potty. Fuck!
    	Tyler was gone now and he was in the house. I went in to the
    house with him to get a drink of water. I watched him turn the corner
    and go down the hall. I then heard the bathroom door being closed.
    	"Fuck!" I muttered through clenched teeth in utter frustration
    and I banged my head a couple times against the refrigerator door,
    knocking down a couple refrigerator magnets in the process. I bent over
    to pick them up and I could feel the fresh poop sliding around in my
    diapers. It seemed that nothing I said or did in front of Tyler had any
    effect on encouraging him to use his Pull-Ups, and all I did was make
    an ass of myself in vain. A diapered ass, of course.
    	It seemed that Tyler was using the toilet mostly out of fear of
    punishment from his mother or his sister. I didn't hear him flush the
    toilet before he came running back out of the bathroom. He went out to
    the front yard to join the others. I then went into the bathroom to
    check and see what Tyler did in the toilet since he had left it
    unflushed. The water was yellow, but there were no turds floating
    around, so I knew he hadn't pooped. I was crossing my fingers and
    hoping he'd have a poop accident later on.
    	I debated whether or not to flush the toilet and get rid of the
    evidence that Tyler had used it in case Melanie was the next one to use
    the toilet. I then decided to leave it alone since I didn't want to
    tarnish my record of not ever flushing a toilet since I was put in
    diapers, even if it wasn't my pee or poop that was being flushed. While
    I was in the bathroom I examined the back of my diapers to see how much
    the dirt stain showed. It was just a light brown spot, so I decided to
    let it go.
    	I went out to the front yard to play in the water with the
    others. Since Derek, Steven and I all had plastic pants on our diapers
    would likely stay relatively dry. We mostly ran through the sprinkler
    and got our shirts wetter than anything else. Melanie had pretty much
    adjusted to the fact that we all wore diapers and enjoyed wearing them.
    While Melanie had gone into the house to use the bathroom, Jennie told
    me that she talked to Melanie about it.
    	"What did she say?" I asked Jennie.
    	"She thinks it's weird," Jennie said. "But she knows it's what
    you boys like to do and to just leave it at that. She won't change any
    of your diapers, you can count on that."
    	"Do we still have to wear pants or shorts when she's here?" I
    asked Jennie.
    	"No, but just don't make a big deal out of wearing diapers when
    she's around," Jennie advised me. "She's afraid that you boys will be a
    bad influence on Tyler's toilet training after seeing you in diapers."
    	"I dunno," I said, thinking about all the heavy artillery that I
    used in hopes of undoing Tyler's toilet training progress. "He asked me
    about my diapers and I answered him, and I thought that me might want
    to wear diapers like me, but he still got up and used the toilet."
    	"Well, whatever you do, don't try to get him to use his diapers,
    Melanie would not appreciate this."
    	"Okay," I said, knowing that it was too late now, having already
    planted a seed or two, perhaps a whole garden with all the things I
    said and did in front of Tyler.
    	Several minutes later while I was running through the sprinkler
    behind Tyler, he suddenly stopped in front of me, leaving me standing
    over the sprinkler while the water loudly sprayed onto the crotch of my
    plastic pants.
    	"Uh oh!" Tyler exclaimed. He started running towards the house,
    but then he stopped. I could hear a farting noise, and I knew that it
    didn't come from Derek or Steven since they were sitting over in the
    shade.
    	"Mewamee!" Tyler shouted as he waddled up to her. She knew from
    the way he was walking that he had a poop accident. She turned him
    around and pulled back on his shorts. She examined his Pull-Ups and
    determined that he had pooped in them.
    	"You had an accident, didn't you?!" Melanie said to Tyler
    sternly. Tyler had a guilty and fearful look on his face while his
    older sister glared at him disapprovingly for messing his pants.
    Meanwhile, I was grinning ear to ear, saying "Yeah! He did it! He had
    an accident!" I had a virtually indelible smile on my face for several
    minutes as I joined Derek and Steven in the shade. They, too, enjoyed
    witnessing the accident and we all high-fived each other. We watched
    Melanie take Tyler's shorts completely off and check his Pull-Ups.
    Because pooped had leaked out of his Pull-Ups and into his shorts, she
    left his shorts off.
    	"This is why I didn't bring extra Pull-Ups with me," Melanie
    scolded her brother. "I thought maybe you'd not have any accidents
    after I told you that I would not bring any extra Pull-Ups with me! But
    no-o-o!"
    	"He's a boy, boys are harder to train, so give him time," Jennie
    advised Melanie. She was playing devil's advocate, at least to Melanie
    she was.
    	"He's almost three and a half!" Melanie said. "Even boys his age
    should be toilet trained. He's got peeing down, but it's the pooping
    that we're having trouble with."
    	"Like I said, give him time, he'll get it," Jennie said.
    	"Gimme my shorts!" Tyler pleaded.
    	"Sorry, you got them dirty," Melanie said as she held Tyler's
    shorts and pulled them out of his reach as he tried to grab them.
    	"You're gonna go home just like that," she said, pointing to
    Tyler's Pull-Ups.
    	"No!" he bellowed.
    	"I have to take Tyler home and clean him up," Melanie grumbled.
    	"Look, he could wear one of Steven's disposable diapers, I mean,
    just for now," Jennie said. It seemed that she was also trying to get
    Tyler to wear diapers, too by suggesting this.
    	"We're trying to get him *out* of diapers, completely!" Melanie
    said in exasperation.
    	"Okay," Jennie said. "I just thought I'd save you a trip back to
    your house."
    	"We need to get going anyway," Melanie said. "Come on, let's go
    show Mommy what you did in your pants!"
    	"No!!!" Tyler screamed.
    	"This wouldn't have happened if you used the toilet, you know!"
    Melanie said. The poor kid seemed terrified now. It looked like his
    toilet training was turning out to be going no better than mine was. As
    much as I hated to see Tyler go through this, it did make me feel more
    determined to advocate diapers as an alternative to toilets, at least
    for boys, anyway. Moreover, perhaps the negative toilet training
    experiences that Tyler was having would manifest themselves in diaper
    fetishism later on, just like what happened to me.
    	"Looks like you won't get your Barney underpants for awhile,"
    Melanie said, further deepening the wounds of guilt into Tyler's young
    and highly impressionable psyche.
    	"I don't WANT any Barney underpants!" Tyler cried. I agreed with
    him, but in a way I was hoping he'd get them. Few things would thrill
    me as much as seeing Barney get shit on all over in some little boy's
    underpants.
    	Just as Melanie was leaving with Tyler, Derek bent over and held
    his ankles to take a really big dump in his thick diapers. Melanie
    looked at him as she and Tyler walked by. Derek timed it perfectly by
    letting out a juicy fart while he shit in his diapers.
    	"It's all over my butt now!" Derek said with glee.
    	"Do you need a diaper change now?" I asked Derek.
    	"Yeah, I really pooped big!" he said. I asked Jennie if I could
    change Derek for him. Again I was feeling really stimulated, especially
    after watching Derek bend over and crap his diapers in front of me.
    	"You know what to do now," Jennie said. "If you need help, just
    come and get me."
    	We went back into the house. Derek grabbed a clean towel from his
    closet and spread it out on his crib. He then lay down on it. Derek
    also grabbed his pacifier and stuck it in his mouth while I changed
    him. Just as I had done for Steven earlier, I removed the multiple
    Thickies diaper layers that Derek had pinned onto him for several hours
    that day. Jennie left me with a lot of pins to remove as I expected.
    While changing Derek I told him about all the things I said and did in
    front of Tyler in hopes of getting him to try wearing diapers.
    	"If he keeps having accidents like he did, he'll be just like you
    and Steven," Derek said as he took the pacifier out of his mouth just
    so he could talk.
    	"If anything he saw or heard from me sinks in, he'll already be
    like we are," I replied. "Trust me, I was not the least bit subtle
    about it."
    	I managed to get through cleaning up Derek's poopy bottom and
    powdering him without being driven over the edge with such strong
    sexual arousal, even while seeing that Derek's own organ was as big as
    it could get. Once I got to handling Derek's clean diapers and all the
    pins, I once again felt myself wanting to jack off as my dick was on
    the verge of ejaculation. Derek said that I was doing a good job
    getting his cloth diapers on tightly and securely.
    	"Good," I said.
    	"Jennie still uses more pins, though," Derek said. Seeing that
    there were several pins left over after I put the last diaper on, I
    realized that I hadn't distributed the diaper pins with as much density
    as Jennie had used.
    	"You want me to stick the extras in?" I asked. I wasn't sure if I
    would make it without having to leave the room again.
    	"Sure," Derek said. I then thought of another idea.
    	"Have you ever had your diapers pinned to your shirt?" I asked
    Derek.
    	"No," he said, but in such a tone that suggested that he would
    like to try it.
    	"My sisters like doing it to me; they used to do it all the time
    just to make extra sure I couldn't get my diapers off."
    	"It sounds like fun!" Derek said.
    	"Okay! Get ready then!" I said excitedly, breathing hard in
    anticipation of another intense orgasm. Derek stuck the pacifier back
    in his mouth. My dick was tingling all over and begging to be massaged
    in the worst way. I tried to think of some anti-stimulating thoughts to
    neutralize my arousal until I was done, such as thinking about Jennie
    or any other girl wearing a diaper, but I quickly perished this thought
    in favor of the thoughts that were going through my mind while
    fastening Derek's diapers to his shirt. I folded his shirt tail up to
    maximize the exposure of his diapers and to reinforce the material into
    which the pins would be inserted. I stuck six diaper pins in the front
    of Derek's diapers, which spanned from one side to another. There were
    still eight pins left over, so I asked Derek to get up on his knees and
    turn around so I could stick the rest of the pins into the back of his
    diaper.
    	Derek got up as instructed and turned his very well padded butt
    towards my face. I tried not to concentrate so much on the thick white
    diapers that enshrouded his buttocks and almost half of his back so
    that I could at least finish pinning up the back of Derek's diapers to
    his shirt. After the third pin was in I just had to get these feelings
    out once and for all. I studied the thick bunches of cloth converging
    at the base of Derek's butt, noting that they were twice as thick in
    the center of his diaper seat as they were at the sides. I then asked
    Derek to hang on a second. He got down on his hands and knees, thus
    exposing part of his diapered crotch. The visual stimulation was quite
    extreme. I remained standing when I jacked off while Derek remained in
    his position and waited for me to finish pinning his diapers to his
    shirt. I tried to keep my moans and groans silent, but I couldn't help
    but to vocalize the release of my sexual tension.
    	"Oh yeah, much better," I said. I felt my legs become weak and I
    wanted to collapse. I got up on the crib and lay there while I let my
    body relax.
    	"Are you okay?" Derek asked me.
    	"I'm fine, I just get really, really excited when I start
    handling all those diapers and diaper pins."
    	Derek handed me the rest of the diaper pins and asked me if I
    could finish pinning him up while I was lying down. I told him that I
    would sit up and I asked him to sit in front of me. I spread my legs
    apart so he could set his white-diapered bottom in between my thighs.
    He crawled over to me and positioned himself where I could finish the
    job. Even after having expended my semen, I could still feel myself
    getting aroused by having Derek's rear end up so close to me like he
    was. He then scooted his butt up on my lap, making me wish I had waited
    until now to jack off. The weight of his body was more than my tender
    and sensitive penis could handle in its post-ejaculatory state, even
    with the thickness of my diapers helping to reduce the impact. I stuck
    the remaining five diaper pins into his shirt and told him that I was
    done. He got up and put his plastic pants on while I continued to rest
    some more.
    	Jennie got quite a laugh as she saw what I did with the remaining
    diaper pins and said that she would start doing this more when she
    changed her brother's diapers. By this time of day it was late
    afternoon and we were all tired from the hot sun. Jennie had been
    bottle-feeding Steven before she took him into his room for his nap.
    She then babied Derek and bottle fed him some milk from a bottle. I sat
    and watched her while I cooled off in front of the fan.
    	"Wanna be next?" Jennie asked me.
    	"Sure," I said. "I hope I'm not too big for your lap," I said.
    	"I can handle it," she said. While she got up to get another
    bottle for me, Derek told me that he was going to go take a nap, too. I
    told him I would probably be gone when he got up, so I said goodbye to
    him at this time. When Jennie returned to the chair I climbed up onto
    her and planted my thickly diapered derriere on her bikini-clad lap.
    	"Phew, you could use a diaper change yourself, boy," Jennie said
    as she caught a good whiff of my diaper odors. as she stuck a bottle
    filled with apple juice into my mouth.
    	"My smmistrs wmll chmnge mmuh whmn thmy gmet hmm," I tried to say
    with the bottle in my mouth. Jennie pulled the bottle out of my mouth
    so that I could say it again.
    	"My sisters will change me when they get home, I repeated, this
    time more clearly. "We're going to the fair tonight. Otherwise, I would
    have you come over and change me."
    	Jennie stuck the bottle's nipple back into my mouth and for the
    next ten to fifteen minutes I sat there and relaxed while sucking on
    the bottle and drinking the apple juice. I almost fell asleep as I felt
    so relaxed and that I was getting tired. When I was finished drinking I
    felt like taking a nap, too. I thanked Jennie for letting me spend the
    day with her, Derek and Steven.
    	"I'm gonna go home and take a nap," I said.
    	"You can take a nap here if you want," she offered. "Derek's crib
    has enough room for two of you."
    	"Thanks," I said. "Can you call my house and leave a message
    explaining where I'm at?"
    	"Will do," Jennie said. She looked at my phone number on the
    chart on the wall and dialed it while I went into Derek's room and
    joined him in his crib. He was asleep when I climbed up into his crib
    next to him. He looked so sweet and innocent lying there on his
    stomach, his diapers securely pinned to his shirt. Every breath he took
    his butt would rise up and descend. I gently patted his butt--
    acknowledging that this was my diapering that I did-- as I lay down
    next to him and dozed off. Both of us slept serenely for over an hour,
    which was when Lisa came over to get me.

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Forever In Diapers, Parts 91-100

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