    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 11
    ---------------------------

    	After I got home from school that day, Mom had called from work.
    Lisa picked up the phone and received some instructions from Mom. After
    a few "okay"'s and "uh-huh"'s, Lisa hung up the phone and came up to
    me.
    	"Mom says for you to take all your stuff from your drawers and
    empty it out, your closet, too," Lisa said.
    	"Why?" I asked her.
    	"Because the guys from the furniture store are coming to take
    away your old bed and your old dresser," Lisa said. "She said they'd be
    here at 4:00, so you need to get going on it."
    	"Okay, but why my closet?" I asked.
    	"The painter and wallpaper guys are coming at 5:00," Lisa said.
    "So you need to get your stuff out of the closets since they're going
    to paint the doors and everything in there."
    	"What about my desk?" I asked.
    	"Mom didn't say anything about that," Lisa said. "She just said
    to get all your diapers and your shirts and socks and all your toys,
    and just bring them out here in the living room for now."
    	Before I began moving things out from my bedroom, I was taken in
    there for my after-school diapering. I lay on the floor, looking at my
    bed, my dresser and the now plain walls. Lisa pulled my pants off and
    revealed my diaper, very wet and puffed out in the front as it always
    was. It was also filled with poop. Lisa changed me out of my wet and
    messy disposable diaper and then she started pinning on my cloth
    diapers, while Cindy wrote the appropriate information in the tracking
    log.
    	I hadn't thought about it until now that there would be total
    strangers in the house later today. These people were blue-collar,
    hard-working men. What would they think of seeing a twelve-year-old boy
    in diapers? I asked Lisa if I could wear my diapers thinner and have my
    pants on just this one time, at least until the workers left for the
    evening.
    	"Sorry," Lisa said as she ceremoniously folded up my pants and
    handed them to Cindy, who immediately left from my room with them. She
    then left the house to go visit Gina this afternoon. Lisa proceeded
    with the remaining diapers, ensuring that the expected visitors would
    see that I was very well-diapered.
    	"What do you think those guys will say to me?" I asked Lisa.
    	"Dunno," she said. "But if I know furniture movers and
    construction workers, they'll get a good laugh out of seeing you when
    they go down to the bar with their buddies and knock back a couple cold
    ones and talk about it."
    	"Great," I thought, not that I really cared what anyone sitting
    in a bar thought about me, likely to forget about it, anyway, by the
    time he sobered up the next day.
    	I began emptying out my drawers, carrying stack after stack of
    diapers out to the living room, setting them on the couch. I never
    realized that I had so many diapers until I saw them all out in the
    open, with tall stacks of diapers spanning the entire couch! I brought
    all of my disposable diapers out, too, including two large packages
    that hadn't yet been opened, and about eight loose disposable diapers.
    Cotton seemed to think that my cloth diapers made a good, soft bed as
    he settled himself down onto some of them and went to sleep, resting
    his little feline head on top of the thick, white fluffy material that
    nearly matched his furry coat. Cotton was oblivious to the fact that
    the diapers he was lying on had been peed in and pooped in many times,
    not that he or other cats would likely care.
    	I set my diapering supplies, such as my powder and pins, on the
    end table. I also brought the changing pad out and set it under the
    coffee table. I brought out my plastic pants and set them into a couple
    stacks on the couch, momentarily waking Cotton as I placed the plastic
    pants in front of him. Next came my shirts and socks, which I had to
    set on the floor beneath the couch. My pants were locked away somewhere
    in Lisa's and Cindy's room. Lisa stripped my bed of its sheets and
    brought them out, along with my pillows. My sheets were still free of
    pee stains since Lisa and Cindy always diapered me up enough each night
    that leaks were never a problem.
    	Next, I went into my bedroom to get all of my toys and other
    worldly belongings that I didn't want to momentarily be without. The
    hardest part was dismantling my Lego town that had occupied an entire
    corner of my room for the last few years. While I was in my bedroom
    Betty stopped by.
    	"What are all of Chris' diapers doing out here?" Betty asked as
    she looked at the stacks of diapers on the couch, requiring her to take
    a seat in Dad's recliner.
    	"Oh, Chris is getting toilet trained again," Lisa joked. "We're
    getting rid of his diapers."
    	"You can't be serious!" Betty said in complete surprise, thinking
    that Lisa was serious. "After what you told me today about his bedroom
    and all that, and--"
    	Betty then stopped talking and she looked at me as I entered the
    living room, carrying out some of my favorite toys. Seeing that I was
    diapered the way she was used to seeing me diapered, Betty was very
    well assured that I was not about to be re-toilet trained any time soon
    and that my diapers were most definitely here to stay.
    	"I'm just kidding, Betty," Lisa told her friend.
    	"I figured you were," Betty replied. "If Chris gave up his
    diapers, that'd make national news."
    	I gave Betty a little smile as I agreed with her statement. She
    then helped me move some of my stuff.
    	"So what are you moving all your stuff out of your room for?"
    Betty asked me.
    	"They're taking away my bed and my old drawers, and they're gonna
    redo the walls and put new carpet in, too," I said. "So I have to get
    all my stuff out of there while they work on it."
    	Betty then took off back for home a few minutes later. At about
    4:00, the furniture movers came by. I went into the kitchen to do my
    homework, hoping to remain out of their sight. I scooted my chair out
    from the table, just enough for me to peek around the corner. The
    furniture movers looked about like what I expected, two big, burly men,
    complete with rough, scraggly beards. Lisa showed them where my bedroom
    was and the items therein to be removed.
    	I listened as an electric drill whirred from my bedroom as the
    men were removing the screws that held my bed frame together. I then
    saw one of the men take the headboard, followed by the frame itself
    with the other guy carrying it to the truck. Then both of them carried
    out the two mattresses, one at a time. The mattresses, like my sheets,
    were perfectly good and contained no pee stains. I didn't even have a
    waterproof cover to protect the mattress as my thick diapers handled
    this well enough. I just hoped that the items to replace my bed and my
    drawers would be just as good, if not better.
    	While the door was opened, Cotton scampered outside to get away
    from the commotion. The men came back inside one more time to get my
    drawers. After they went out the door I ran to the window to watch them
    load the drawers into the back of the truck. I felt some sadness,
    realizing that my old bed and drawers carried more sentimental value
    than I realized. It was still good furniture and I could only hope that
    wherever it was going it would be put to good use. One of the men then
    returned to the house. I heard him talking to Lisa.
    	"So, did the crib and the changing table come yet?" Lisa asked
    them.
    	"I have no idea, ma'am," the guy told Lisa. "We were just called
    out to come haul off your furniture."
    	"Thanks," she said.
    	"You have a good day," he said as the door closed. I got up and
    watched Lisa go into the bathroom. I went back to the window to watch
    the truck drive away. It was still parked there for a couple minutes. I
    leaned across the couch, the sun shining in on the stacks of my diapers
    and making things very bright beneath my eyes. As I stared out the
    window, I saw Cotton hop into the back of the truck! The back of the
    truck hadn't been closed yet, and apparently the furniture moving guys
    didn't see this. The driver's partner had gone up to the front of the
    truck for some reason before closing the back.
    	Lisa was in the bathroom, so I couldn't ask her to run out and
    tell the guys that our cat hopped into the back of their truck! I was
    in a desperate predicament. I hoped Lisa would come out of the
    bathroom, but time was running out as I saw the man come to the back of
    the truck and shut the door!
    	"Shit!" I exclaimed. I didn't want to see them drive off with
    Cotton trapped in the back of the truck! All I had on were my diapers
    and a shirt, but making sure our cat was okay was much more important
    to me. I ran out the front door, through the front yard and to the
    front of the truck, just as it was being started up. I knocked on the
    passenger's side door. The guy rolled down his window and looked at me
    staring up at him. I could tell from the way his eyes were positioned
    that he was staring at my thick diapers bulging out around my loins.
    	"My cat's in the back of your truck!" I said, hoping that my
    voice could be heard over the truck's noisy engine.
    	"You think so?" he said.
    	"I saw him hop up in it, and then the other guy closed it!"
    	He turned to his partner and explained what had happened. The
    truck's ignition was shut off and the driver got back out. I followed
    him to the back of the truck and watched him open it up. I was hoping
    Cotton would leap right out and he'd be safe, but he was nowhere to be
    seen.
    	"You sure about this, kid?" the man said to me, again taking
    another glance at my fully conspicuous diapered state.
    	"I'm telling you, my cat jumped up in the back of your truck!" I
    bellowed desperately.
    	The man didn't seem convinced, and I was getting concerned if he
    even cared. He probably wasn't thinking the same way I was thinking,
    but I sure as hell would not have come running out to the street in
    just my diapers to talk to two brawny furniture movers about a cat that
    leaped into their truck if I didn't mean it!
    	"Here, kitty kitty kitty!" the man shouted into the truck. There
    was no sign of the cat being in there. I was ready to cry.
    	"Sorry, son, but I'm afraid your cat's not in there," he said
    after both he and I called for Cotton a couple more times. "If we find
    him, we'll make sure he stays with us and we'll bring him back to you."
    	That wasn't a good enough answer for me. I wanted my cat back
    now! The truck was full of other furnishings, and it was dark, too.
    Suddenly, I heard a familiar "meow!"
    	"That's him!" I exclaimed. "He's in there!"
    	"Can I climb up in there and look?" I asked the man.
    	"Sure, go ahead," he said. I stuck my diapered rear end towards
    him as I tried to get up into the truck. The man then gave me a boost,
    pushing on my padded backside. I started rummaging through the various
    items, including my dismantled bed and my drawers, to which I paid them
    my final homage.
    	Lisa came out from the house to find out what was going on. She
    looked at me as I had made my way towards the other end of the truck. I
    finally located Cotton by spotting his eyes as they appeared to glow
    from the light outside.
    	"There you are!" I said as I picked him up. He was crouched down
    in the corner, scared as ever. He meowed as I picked him up and carried
    him back through the truck. I felt so much better now. I handed Cotton
    to Lisa and got back down from the truck. We thanked the man as he
    closed the back of the truck and then left. I was so relieved that we
    had Cotton back that I didn't even think about the fact that I was
    standing on the sidewalk in diapers! At that time a group of boys and
    girls on their bikes went riding by, no doubt getting a good look at my
    diapered butt.
    	"Look, he's wearing diapers!" came a voice from one the girls
    after they all passed. They then circled around the front of the truck
    to the other side of the street, and then came back by our house again
    to get another look at me while I was going back into the house
    carrying Cotton with me. I could hear them all laughing and calling me
    "diaper butt."
    	Later in the day I was sitting at the kitchen table finishing up
    my homework thinking about what had happened the day. It wasn't until
    now that I realized how embarrassed I should have been standing there
    in front of those furniture guys in my diapers. I would have felt far
    worse had Cotton been driven away trapped in the back of that truck.
    	Lisa then came into the kitchen and showed me something that the
    furniture guys found beneath the mattresses of my bed. It was one of my
    spiral notebooks that contained various notes, stories and drawings
    that I had made about wearing diapers. While Lisa and the rest of the
    family knew how I felt about wearing diapers, I was embarrassed that
    Lisa had seen what I had put down on paper regarding these thoughts. I
    really didn't want Lisa to see this.
    	"Don't look at that, please," I asked her kindly, knowing that if
    I made a big deal out of it she would never give it back.
    	"I wanna look at," she said, pulling the notebook away from me
    and holding it above her head. I tried to leap up for it, but she was
    too tall for me to reach as she kept it away from me.
    	"You could probably jump higher if you didn't have all those
    diapers weighing you down," Lisa joked.
    	"Give it back," I asked her again.
    	"I wanna read what you wrote here, Chris," Lisa said.
    	"Then show me your diary," I asked her.
    	"No way, that's private!" Lisa said as she held the notebook
    close to her large chest, clutched tightly in her hands.
    	"I've seen your diary before, remember?" I said.
    	"Unfortunately, yes, and no, you're not going to see it again!
    It's even more private now!"
    	"Well, so is that," I said, pointing to my notebook. "Come on,
    Lisa, respect my privacy!"
    	"Privacy?" Lisa said as she laughed. "What privacy? You have no
    need for privacy, Chris!"
    	"How so?" I asked Lisa, seeing that she was not about to yield to
    my request that she give me the notebook.
    	"Well, you're always in just your diapers, for one thing," Lisa
    started, "so it's not like you ever have to worry about being seen
    undressed because, well, as far as we're concerned, you're dressed,
    even though all you have on is your diapers. You don't ever have to use
    the bathroom, that's pretty obvious by now, and we all see the kinds of
    messes you leave in your diapers and clean them up, too, so we see you
    naked every day, too. Betcha didn't realize how much of your privacy
    you lost when we put you in diapers for good."
    	"Okay," I said to Lisa, seeing that she had several valid points,
    although I didn't feel that it entitled her to see the kinds of things
    that I had drawn and written about my feelings for wearing diapers.
    	"But some of that stuff in there is, well, stuff that I don't
    want anyone else to see," I said to Lisa.
    	"Oh come on, Chris!" Lisa said. "We all know what you do in your
    diapers besides pee and poop in them! We know how you feel about
    wearing diapers, so that's no secret, either. Hopefully your crib won't
    bang up against the wall like your headboard does when you--"
    	"Lisa!" I shouted at her as she snickered, knowing that she was
    embarrassing me by acknowledging that I jacked off in my diapers while
    thinking about them. Lisa stood to my side and put her arm around my
    neck and looked at me.
    	"You're a twelve-year-old boy, Chris," Lisa said to me. "It's
    normal, it's natural, just that most other boys do this sort of thing
    with a Playboy or a Penthouse-- and you do it with your own little
    musings and anecdotes and drawings and doodlings about boys who wear
    diapers, that's all."

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 12
    ---------------------------

    	I felt there was no point now in trying to keep the notebook away
    from her since she pretty much knew what all was inside it. She
    mentioned that she glanced through it while watching the furniture
    guys. Because the cat was already out of the bag, so to speak, I
    conceded and let Lisa look at it. Strangely enough, I was now becoming
    excited inside of my diapers by letting Lisa see what all I had
    written. I was starting to feel better about not having to keep this
    all a secret, seeing that it really wasn't a secret anyway.
    	"You're a good writer, Chris," Lisa said. "You really are. You
    choose very vivid, descriptive words about your diapers."
    	"Thanks," I said. "Who'll ever read it, though?" I asked Lisa.
    	"Well, I'm sure Tony's read these with you. Maybe Bryce would
    like to read them. I'm reading them."
    	"What do you think of it?" I asked her.
    	"Well, let's just say that it's-- interesting, the way you must
    think about wearing diapers, at least what you write about them."
    	I stood nervously next to Lisa as she continued looking at my
    notes, stories and drawings. I hoped she'd decide that she had seen
    enough and would hand it back, but she was probably curious to see what
    all was in it. She turned to the back section that contained mostly
    drawings (it was a two-subject notebook with a divider in it.)
    	"These boys that you drew in here are wearing even thicker
    diapers than what you wear, Chris," Lisa said as she pointed out to me
    some of the drawings and patted my butt. I even drew a Thickies diaper
    ad based on how I envisioned that they would look. I drew a boy that
    was supposed to be me, while standing next to a girl who was supposed
    to be Lisa.
    	"Is this supposed to be us, you and me?" Lisa asked me.
    	"Uh yeah, sort of," I said.
    	"My butt's not *that* big, you know," Lisa said, seeing that I
    had exaggerated this particularly prominent feature of her body. I had
    depicted Lisa wearing tight blue jeans to contrast her against the
    appearance of my proportionally larger behind, made up mostly from the
    diapers that I was wearing.
    	"You're a good artist, too," Lisa added. She then started reading
    some of the mock ad copy that I wrote, starting with the header that I
    wrote in big letters:

    YOU DON'T CALL YOUR BROTHER THE "LITTLE SHIT" FOR NOTHING

    	"That's for sure," Lisa said with a chuckle. She continued
    reading it:

    Face it, girls, boys will be boys, they can be bratty and downright
    bothersome! You call him "the little shit" for a good reason, and it's
    not just what comes out of his mouth that bothers you-- it's what comes
    out of his BUTT. That's why we created THICKIES. THICKIES are very,
    very thick cloth diapers made just for boys who like to poop in
    diapers, just like your little brother (or maybe your big brother). The
    name says it all, we ain't talkin' ultra trim diapers, here! THICKIES
    are made entirely with TWELVE (count em!) TWELVE super-absorbent layers
    of cotton for an all-around thickness that only THICKIES can achieve.
    Plus, they feature six more ADDITIONAL layers in the front and the
    seat, right where it's needed the most. THICKIES feature a wider crotch
    to prevent those nasty leaks and spills that may get onto the furniture
    and the floor when he wears conventional diapers. You use the same
    furniture that your brother does, so you can be sure that wherever he
    sits, he won't leave behind his shits!

    THICKIES also feature a higher rise than conventional diapers to
    provide them with more capacity to handle even your brother's messiest
    shits. The high rise also makes THICKIES more prominent and visible on
    your brother when he wears them. They go so high that his pants can't
    keep them from showing, not that we expect any boy to be able to wear
    his pants over them anyway, since THICKIES are so thick! Your brother
    will be proud to let you and everyone in the family see how much he
    likes to be thickly diapered in his THICKIES. He'll want to show them
    off, which is just as well since he won't have a choice! Your brother's
    THICKIES diapers will stay on tightly and securely since they come with
    jumbo-sized extra long pins that are made specially for THICKIES. These
    pins go on tightly and stay in place, no matter how active your brother
    is! Or, if he's the independent type who can handle his own diaper
    changes, THICKIES also come in a pull-on style. They go on just like
    underwear, and they feature an extra wide, extra strong waistband and
    legbands. The waistband even has a red stripe around it, just like on
    boys' briefs.

    You can be assured that with THICKIES, your brother will literally keep
    his shit to himself! You may still smell it, but you sure won't have to
    see it, and with the extra capacity and absorbency of THICKIES, you
    won't have to change him as often, either. THICKIES are also easier to
    change, too. You only have to use just one diaper on him instead of
    twelve, but what a diaper it is! And who's to say that he can't wear
    more than one THICKIES at a time? Did we mention that your brother can
    also wet in his THICKIES diapers, too? Get your brother into the THICK
    of things! Put some THICKIES on him today! Every day!

    	"Very cute," Lisa said when she finished reading it.
    	"You really think it's cute?" I asked Lisa nervously.
    	"Coming from you and your depraved, warped diaper- obsessed
    little mind, yes, it is," Lisa said to me. "It's weird, but it's cute."
    	Lisa then handed me the notebook and then I took it back into my
    room, which now sat nearly empty, containing only my desk and its
    accompanying chair, and some bookshelves. I went to my desk drawer and
    tossed the notebook in there along with several other notebooks that
    contained various notes and sketches that reflected my truest and most
    intimate feelings about wearing diapers. Lisa was surprised, and then
    not-so-surprised, that I had several other notebooks like the one she
    had looked at.
    	At about this time it was time for Lisa to check my diapers and
    report their condition in the tracking log. I felt that Lisa had gained
    a greater level of understanding about my feelings for wearing diapers
    and I felt more comfortable about letting her examine my diapers close
    up. It seemed that perhaps she had some similar feelings of her own,
    that she enjoyed diapering me and seeing me wear them. I think she got
    the most gratification from the fact that she didn't have to wear them
    herself.
    	A few minutes later, at around 5:00, the man who was to come over
    to do the walls in my bedroom showed up. I returned to the kitchen,
    hoping he wouldn't see me in my diapers. I took my seat at the table
    where I resumed my homework. I listened in on the exchange of small
    talk between Lisa and the worker. He seemed more personable than the
    other guys who were here earlier.
    	"Got a baby on the way, eh?" he asked Lisa, seeing what the plans
    for my bedroom called for.
    	"Well, yeah, you could say that," Lisa said, referring to me as
    the "baby." The guy apparently assumed Lisa was pregnant, so he asked
    her when she was due.
    	"Oh no, sorry, I didn't mean it that way, *I'm* not having a
    baby," Lisa said as she laughed sheepishly. "It's for my little
    brother."
    	"Ahh, I see," the painter said. "I've just become a father of
    two, my wife just had a little boy. He's three weeks old today."
    	"That's good," Lisa said.
    	"How old's your little brother?" he asked Lisa.
    	"Uh, he just turned twelve," Lisa answered rather awkwardly.
    	"Twelve?" I heard the man ask her, sounding confused. "Twelve
    days, weeks-- months?"
    	"Years," Lisa said.
    	"Really!" he said, sounding surprised. "Well, believe it or not,
    this isn't the first time I've gone out to do a nursery motif for an
    older boy's room, always boys, too, it seems."
    	"How many others have you done?" Lisa asked him.
    	"Let's see, I been doing painting and wallpaper for the last
    three years since I been on my own, this is my fourth job like this,
    first one in this area."
    	Lisa then offered him a glass of water, which he accepted. He
    followed Lisa into the kitchen. He looked over at me sitting at the
    table. Even though my bare legs were obscured from view by the darkness
    beneath the table, he could plainly see that I had no pants on and was
    wearing some very thick diapers.
    	"Hello there," he said as he nodded to me. I said "hi" in a shy
    voice.
    	"So you're the baby that's getting the nursery, I see," he said.
    He smiled at me, apparently admiring the way I looked in diapers. He
    finished off the glass and then went to work. While I was working on my
    math homework I needed to use my protractor, so I got up and went into
    my room to get it from my desk. The man had been doing some
    measurements and had dropped a plastic sheet over my desk. He looked at
    me standing there in my diapers.
    	"Can I get something from my desk?" I asked him.
    	"Sure, just make sure it's covered up so I don't get any paint on
    it," he said. I lifted the plastic and started rummaging through my
    drawers, bent over as I searched for the protractor. I could tell that
    the painter didn't take his eyes off of me while I was digging through
    the drawers. It was at that time that I took a big and noisy, fart-
    laden dump into my diapers. I remained in my bent-over position and let
    the bowel movement finish. No doubt the man was convinced that I didn't
    just wear diapers, but I also used them. I felt embarrassed that I
    pooped so conspicuously in the man's presence. I went back to my
    homework and sat down, feeling the load press up against my buttocks.
    	Later on, Mom and Dad were both home from their respective places
    of work, and Cindy had come back home from visiting Gina. We all ate
    dinner and talked about how my room was looking. The painter finished
    his work for the night at about this time and told us that he would be
    back tomorrow to apply the wallpaper.
    	During dinner, Lisa also brought up what had been found between
    the mattresses of my bed before the rest of the family. Just when I was
    getting to think that I could trust Lisa, she told my Mom and Dad as
    well as Cindy about all the stories and drawings that I had made.
    	"Why did you tell them?" I asked Lisa.
    	"Why not? If I know about it, the rest of the family might as
    well know, too. Besides, I told you that we all know what goes on in
    your bedroom every night."
    	"Lisa, please, not at the dinner table," my father told her.
    	"I wanna see them!" Cindy asked. "What did you write about,
    Chris?"
    	"Just some stories and drawings," I said, hoping to dismiss the
    topic. "They're kind of dumb."
    	"They're good stories and drawings, Chris, why don't you show
    them to everybody after we eat?"
    	I figured there was no point in withholding the stories and
    drawings from the others in the family, so I went back to my room and
    smelled the fresh paint on the walls. It was a light blue paint, very
    boyish and youthful. I brought out the notebook and took it to Cindy.
    She thumbed through it and laughed at all the things I had written and
    drawn.
    	"Check this out!" Lisa said as she showed Cindy the mock Thickies
    ad that I created. They both sat on the floor, being that the couch was
    occupied by my diapers. Mom and Dad were each sitting in their chairs.
    Lisa and Cindy chuckled as they read it together.
    	"What's so damn funny?" my Dad asked, irritated that my sisters
    were laughing over the basketball game he was trying to watch on TV.
    	"Here, take a look at what Chris did!" Lisa said as she handed my
    Dad the notebook. He swiped it from her hands and began reading the
    mock Thickies advertisement. I thought Dad would flip just from seeing
    that I wrote the word "shit" so many times. Apparently, this didn't
    phase him as he continued to stare at the page. I went up to Dad and
    stood next to him, feeling nervous and hoping he wouldn't tear it up or
    throw it in the garbage, or worse yet, throw it in the fireplace and
    take a match to it so that I couldn't retrieve it later on. Without any
    comments, Dad handed it back to me.
    	"What did you think, Dad?" I asked him.
    	"Do what you want, Chris," my Dad said. "If this is how you want
    to express your feelings about wearing diapers, fine, if it satisfies
    you, great."
    	Mom was curious what I had been writing and drawing, so she asked
    to see the notebook. I handed it to her and let her look at the
    Thickies ad. She read it over, and then she turned to the other pages,
    skimming over my other writings and looking at my drawings. I asked Mom
    what she thought of it.
    	"Well, I'd rather you be doing this than looking at some girlie
    mag, to be honest with you, Chris," my Mom said. "I'm sure writing and
    drawing these things helps you release your feelings and thoughts about
    wearing diapers."
    	"It does," I said. "You don't mind me doing this?"
    	"Not much I can do to stop you at this point if I wanted to," my
    Mom said as she handed me the notebook.
    	"Your writing's good, too," my Mom told me. "I now know that you
    can bring your English grade up since you seem to do just fine with
    what you wrote here."
    	Just before bedtime, I was in need of a diaper change. I was
    really wet and stinking by then. Since my room was in the middle of its
    remodel, my bed was gone and all my diapers were out in the living
    room, my diaper change was performed right there on the floor in front
    of Mom and Dad.
    	"He's got the runs again!" Cindy announced loudly. "He's
    definitely getting a good butt-diapering tonight!"
    	I was also going to take a bath, so after Cindy got me cleaned
    off, I was forced to walk past Mom and Dad and my sisters completely
    naked on my way to the bathroom. At least I got to take baths by myself
    now. I remember being supervised by my sisters while I took my baths,
    that way they could make sure that I didn't use the toilet, as being
    banned from the toilet was considered part of my "diaper punishment"
    back then. Now that everyone is convinced that I have no intentions
    whatsoever of ever using a toilet again, they know I won't touch it
    while I am in the bathroom.
    	When I returned from the bathroom I was dripping wet with a towel
    around me. I stood before Cindy as she was already waiting to diaper
    me, holding the powder in one of her hands. With her free hand she
    pulled the towel off of me, instantly exposing my privates to her and
    my undiapered behind to my Mom and Dad. The drapes to the large picture
    window in the front room were drawn open, and anyone who may have been
    watching outside would have gotten a good look at my naked body. I sat
    down on the floor to get out of view of any possible peeping toms.
    	Since I was going to be sharing the bed with Cindy tonight, Cindy
    insisted on doing my diaper change. She scooted the coffee table out of
    the way and laid my changing pad down on the floor in its place.
    	"If Chris is going to share my bed with me, I want to make sure
    he's good and diapered," Cindy said. "Especially since he's had the
    runs today, again."
    	"Well, he always is very well diapered up," my Mom said.
    	"No, I mean *really* _good_ _and_ _DIA-PERED!_" Cindy said with
    much emphasis.
    	"He's never had any leaks before," my Mom said.
    	"Well, he's sharing the bed with me, and I don't want to take
    chances," Cindy said.
    	"I think you're just using this as an excuse to see how many
    diapers you can put on him," my Mom said.
    	"That, too," Cindy said with a big smile.
    	Cindy then began diapering me. Within a few minutes she had
    already pinned a dozen diapers on me and she kept adding more to the
    enormous stack of diapers that engulfed my butt several times over. By
    the time these diapers were on me Cindy had cleared enough space on the
    couch for Lisa to sit down, which was a lot of space when you
    considered how wide her butt is. Lisa took some notes for the tracking
    log as she sat there.
    	"How many diapers have you put on him?" Lisa said. "I need to
    know for the tracking log."
    	"Shoot, I lost count," Cindy said. She then had me spread my legs
    all the way apart, not that they had too much farther to go in order to
    attain a full spread. Cindy then began counting the layers of my
    diapers in my crotch. She was counting them like they were rings on a
    tree stump.
    	"Eighteen," she said. She then reached for another diaper from
    one of the remaining stacks of diapers on the couch.
    	"That's enough diapers for Chris, more than enough diapers," my
    Mom said. "Just remember, one of you has to take all those off of him
    in the morning."
    	"Oh, okay, Mom," Cindy groaned, hoping she could just keep
    diapering me until I was blue in the face. As tight and as big and as
    bulky as the diapers were around me, I was surprised I wasn't, in fact,
    blue in the face.
    	My plastic pants were fitted over my enormous diapers. Just for
    good measure, Cindy put two more pairs of plastic pants on me. I
    waddled around in my huge and bulging diapers for a few minutes more
    until it was time for me to go to bed. Lisa and Cindy had each changed
    into their night gowns and were ready for bed. I ran into my bedroom to
    grab a white undershirt to wear to bed and then I joined my sisters in
    their bedroom. Cindy pulled back the covers and told me to "get my
    diapered butt into bed."
    	"Can I sleep on the outside?" I asked her.
    	"Why? It's not like you're going to get up for anything,
    especially the bathroom," Cindy said. "I may have to, though, so it
    makes more sense for me to be on the outside."
    	With this, I climbed into the bed. Cindy smacked my butt with her
    hand just because she wanted to hear her hand go "whump" and listen to
    how thick my diapers were. I then lay down, though with my butt rolling
    around from the enormous diapers Cindy put on me it wasn't easy to
    remain in one spot. Cindy then got into her bed with me. I felt so
    awkward as I lay there thinking about the present situation.
    	"Could you move your leg?" Cindy asked me as I lay there with my
    legs forced apart by the super thick diapers.
    	"I can't," I said. "My diapers are too thick for me to close my
    legs."
    	"Well, try anyway," she said.
    	"This is it," I said. "Unless you thin my diapers down a little."
    	"I don't think so," Cindy said. "I'd rather put up with your cold
    foot than your cold piss."
    	Cindy and I then got settled down. I decided to sleep on my
    stomach since my butt was too roly-poly to allow me to remain still.
    	"Now, don't try any funny stuff tonight," Cindy said. Lisa
    chuckled.
    	"What do you mean?" I asked, only to realize that I should have
    just let it go, rather than act stupid about the remark.
    	"That thing that you boys seem to do all the time when you think
    you're alone," Lisa said. With this, she turned out the light and
    crawled into her own bed. I could hear her bed frame straining from her
    body weight. I hoped the girls would go to sleep, but they stayed awake
    and talked about girls' stuff for the longest time, things like all the
    cute guys at school, other girls that I didn't know, their favorite
    movie stars, the latest affairs that were unfolding in their soap
    operas. I couldn't stand it much longer.
    	"Could you guys be quiet?" I asked them kindly. "I'm trying to
    sleep."
    	"So are we," Lisa said. "We talk like this every night until we
    get tired, and then we fall asleep."
    	"Whatever," I thought. At least they could have talked about
    something that would be of interest to me, a boy. I did momentarily
    distract my sisters from their non-stop jabbering, however, when I let
    another big load of poop spill into my diapers. It was accompanied by a
    fart that would have been quite loud had my diapers not muffled the
    noise. Cindy complained about the smell.
    	"Chris, did you poop your diapers already?" she asked me.
    	"Well, either that, or Lisa farted," I said to Cindy.
    	"I didn't fart, Chris," Lisa said back to me. "I heard it from
    over here, it was definitely you."
    	"He more than farted," Cindy said. "He pooped, in my bed!"
    	"Good thing he's got LOTS of diapers on, huh?" Lisa said.
    	"Well, not enough diapers. It still stinks in my bed," Cindy
    said. "It's one thing to smell you, Chris, when I am changing your
    diapers. But it's another thing when your poopy butt stinks up my bed.
    I should have made you wear more diapers, anything to keep the smell
    inside of them."
    	After the commotion over me soiling my diapers died down, Lisa
    and Cindy were back to talking about girl's things. Thank God Mom came
    by to tell them to shut up and get to sleep. Before I finally went to
    sleep myself, I knew one thing was for sure. I was going to sleep over
    at Tony's house with him tomorrow night and every night until I got my
    room back.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 13
    ---------------------------

    	It felt funny waking up in the same bed as Cindy as well as just
    realizing that I had slept throughout the night right next to her. I
    knew that upon hearing their clock radio turning on and playing that
    techno-dance crap that I hated, that I was not in my own bedroom. The
    "music" (I use that term loosely) played for a couple more minutes
    before Lisa finally got up and shut it off. She then turned on the
    light and yelled, "rise and shine, Chris!"
    	Cindy turned me and said, "phew, Chris, you stink!"
    	"Uh, Cindy, in case you forgot, he *is* wearing diapers," Lisa
    said. "He always stinks."
    	"Yeah, but I'm just not used to my bed smelling like this," Cindy
    said as she got up.
    	"I'm washing my sheets when I get home from school today," Cindy
    said as she rubbed her eyes and shook her head, waving her long hair
    around. She left the bedroom to use the bathroom, as I could tell from
    the closing of the bathroom door.
    	I was still feeling tired as I continued to lie there in Cindy's
    bed. Lisa then pulled the covers all the way off of me, knowing that
    Cindy was going to remove them anyway. I lied there feeling a draft
    blowing against my bare legs. Lisa looked at me lying on my stomach in
    my thick diapers and my shirt. She crawled onto the bed and sat up and
    leaned over me. With her one free hand, she patted me on the butt a
    couple times.
    	"Wake up, sleepy-butt!" she said as she then slapped my behind
    with greater force, my dozen and a half diapers absorbing the impact. I
    didn't move, so she slapped my butt again, doing this repeatedly as she
    said, "wake up, wake up, wake up! Move your butt, move your butt, move
    your DIAPERED BUTT!"
    	"Stop it, please, I'm awake," I moaned.
    	"You still sound asleep, Chris," she said.
    	"What time is it?" I asked her with my head still buried in the
    pillow.
    	"Uhh, 5:52 A.M.," Lisa said.
    	"Good God!" I said. "No wonder I'm so tired. I don't get up until
    6:45."
    	"You don't go to school until 8:00, either. Our classes start at
    7:15."
    	"So why do you get up an hour earlier, if your classes are only a
    half hour earlier?" I asked Lisa, starting to wake up some more. My
    eyes were open now.
    	"Well, we girls have a lot more to do in the morning than you
    boys do, even those of you boys who don't wear diapers. We also have to
    take the time to clean you up and diaper you, too."
    	I had closed my eyes again. Lisa then sat down on top of my
    thighs and said, "I think there's a better way to wake you, Chris."
    	Lisa then started tickling me. Immediately, I was wide awake and
    trying to fight Lisa off of me. Her big body and her weight made it
    difficult for me to do this, especially while I was lying on my
    stomach, so she ran her fingers up and down my sides, pressing her
    stomach down against my diapered butt.
    	Mom then came into the room and asked what all the commotion was
    about. She looked at Lisa sitting on top of my legs and resting her
    hands on my butt.
    	"What are you doing?" Mom asked Lisa.
    	"I'm waking Chris up," she said.
    	"It looks like he's awake now," my Mom said. "You need to get
    going and ready for school, and phew, it smells in here, too! I'm not
    used to you girls having a bedroom that stinks like Chris' room does.
    Better go change his diapers."
    	"Okay, Mom," Lisa said. She finally got up off of me and I got up
    from the bed. My legs were stiff after having Lisa sitting on them for
    so long. At about this time Cindy was coming back into the bedroom. Her
    hair was wet and she had a towel wrapped around her.
    	"Chris, cover your eyes and leave the room," Cindy said to me as
    she didn't want me to see her with only a towel around her. Funny
    thing, she and Lisa got to see me in just my diapers all day long,
    every single day, and even totally naked when they changed my diapers
    as Lisa was about to do. I asked Cindy why she wanted me not to see
    her.
    	"I'm not used to you being up this early, Chris, and normally I
    can come from the bathroom to the bedroom with just a towel around me."
    	"But you're still covered up," I said.
    	"Easy for her to say," Lisa said. "I'm too big for any of our
    towels to cover me all the way around, so I have come out of the
    bathroom bare-boobed, or let my big butt show from behind."
    	Lisa escorted me out of the bedroom, taking me past Cindy as she
    was waiting for me to leave the room so that she could get dressed.
    Since my diapers and diapering supplies were out in the front room,
    Lisa changed me there. She took off all the diapers that Cindy had put
    on me the night before. Even for as thick as the diapers were, all the
    layers absorbed my heavy overnight pissing, and the wet, near-diarrhea
    poop had soaked through a few layers as well. My poop completely filled
    up the seat of the diapers and had spread up through the crotch. My
    butt was smothered, as was everything else in between my butt and my
    balls.
    	"I'd hate to think of what Cindy would have done had your diapers
    leaked," Lisa said to me. "Looking at the way Cindy had you diapered
    last night, however, I don't think there was much chance of that
    happening."
    	Lisa quickly made some notes regarding the condition of my
    diapers in the tracking log, being that she had to get herself showered
    and dressed and do all the other things that girls had to do in the
    morning. Besides having the assumed exclusively boyish privilege of
    wearing diapers in our family, I was glad to be a boy for not having to
    make myself look pretty every day.
    	Lisa cleaned me up and put a disposable diaper on me. She then
    carried the soiled diapers to the washroom and let them soak. I took
    off my white undershirt that I wore to bed and put on a regular T-shirt
    and went around in that and the disposable diaper for awhile before
    putting on any pants. I was well ahead of my normal schedule by having
    gotten up earlier, and I even had time to play some games on the
    computer before going to school. The girls were off their usual routine
    and were usually showered and dressed by the time they changed my
    diapers. They quickly ate their breakfast and then headed for the bus.
    	I sat at the table eating my cereal with just Mom sitting across
    from me reading the newspaper and sipping coffee. Dad was getting ready
    for work at this time.
    	"Mom, can I stay at Tony's house tonight?" I asked her.
    	"It's only the beginning of the week, Chris," my Mom told me.
    	"I know, but I just don't think I should be sleeping in the same
    bed or the same bedroom as Lisa and Cindy."
    	"Why, didn't you sleep well?" my Mom asked me.
    	"No, I didn't. Lisa and Cindy just jabbered all night, for one
    thing, and Cindy was complaining how I was stinking up her bed."
    	"I don't see how *that* could have happened, she had your butt
    plenty diapered up last night!" my Mom said.
    	"That was another problem," I said. "I couldn't keep my legs
    together and Cindy kept complaining about this."
    	"At least I know that no incest occurred from how many diapers
    you had on," Mom said to me, sounding like she intended it as a joke.
    Seeing that I was not very receptive to her remark at this hour, Mom
    changed the subject.
    	"As for their talking, I'm sure they were doing it just because
    you were there. They usually don't talk that much."
    	"Well, can I stay at Tony's tonight, anyway?" I asked again,
    hoping to God that Mom would say "yes."
    	"Ask Tony's Mom, if she says you can, then I guess it's okay," my
    Mom said.
    	That was good enough to pass for a "yes" as far as I was
    concerned. Tony's mother was pretty easy-going and I felt confident
    that she wouldn't mind having me stay over with Tony during the school
    week.
    	Mom got my pants for me and then I put them on. I grabbed my book
    bag when it was time for me to leave for the bus. On the way to school
    I told Tony how things had gone the day and the night before. I told
    him how I had to empty all my drawers out and bring all of my
    belongings out to the front room, using up the space on the couch for
    my diapers. I told him about how I had to get Cotton out of the
    furniture mover's truck, having to appear before the two men in my
    diapers, not to mention going out to the street dressed this way. We
    had gotten to school and I didn't even get a chance to tell Tony how
    Lisa found my notebook full of drawings and stories and how the rest of
    my family reacted. I planned on continuing my story at recess.
    	When recess rolled around I met up with Tony, hoping to ask him
    about staying at his house tonight. First, I told Tony about the
    notebook that was found stashed between the mattresses of my bed and
    how I ended up conceding and letting Lisa see it, followed by Cindy,
    and then my Mom and Dad.
    	"What did everyone say about it?"
    	"Lisa and Cindy thought it was cute, though weird, and my parents
    seemed cool about it, too, and more or less told me that it's my
    business and I can do what I want as long as it makes me happy. I don't
    think anyone was surprised, since everyone's known all along that I
    love to wear diapers. I just don't think they realized how much I
    really think about diapers and draw pictures and stories about them.
    	The topic of discussion remained on drawing pictures and writing
    stories. It hadn't occurred to me that Tony may have let his mother,
    and perhaps Kara, see the things he has drawn and written as we always
    looked at his material while in his bedroom alone. He still had our
    first "book" that we made together three years ago. Tony was a good
    artist and I was always impressed with his drawing skills.
    	"She's seen my drawings, and she's even read some of my stories,"
    Tony said. "She figures that as long as I am reading and writing things
    that I enjoy, she doesn't mind." Just when I was getting to telling
    Tony about how things went the night before, the bell rang. Damn!
    	"See you at lunch," I said as we split off and went to our
    classrooms.
    	When lunch arrived Tony and I got our diapers changed by the
    nurse and then we took our usual spot in the lunchroom. Megan joined us
    and sat down at our table. I wanted to just tell Tony about how my
    night went with having to share the bed with Cindy, although I didn't
    think Megan would mind hearing the story.
    	"First, you should have seen how many diapers Cindy put on me," I
    said.
    	"I've seen how many diapers your sisters use on you, Chris," Tony
    said.
    	"So have I," Megan added and smiled. "They use a lot."
    	"Isn't that what you like to wear?" Tony asked me.
    	"Oh yes, of course," I said. "But Cindy really layered them on me
    and used eighteen diapers at once."
    	"Eighteen!?" Tony and Megan exclaimed in unison.
    	"I'd have *loved* to have seen that!" Megan said.
    	"I was wearing twelve at my birthday," I said to her.
    	"I know," she said, satisfied with having seen me in just my
    diapers recently. "Your thick diapers really make your cute butt look
    so big and stand out," Megan said to me.
    	"Why so many diapers?" Tony asked. "Not that you don't wear a lot
    of diapers as it is."
    	"Cindy decided that since I was going to be sleeping in the same
    bed with her, that she didn't want to take any chances and possibly
    have me get pee and poop in her bed, so she kept diapering me until Mom
    told her to stop. Who know how many she would have tried to put on me."
    	Tony and Megan were both laughing, amused by the scenario as I
    described the rest of the night's events.
    	"Then they started talking just to keep me awake, then Cindy
    complained that I made her bed stink, as well as the rest of the
    bedroom. Then they woke up earlier than I do, so I was tired and I had
    to get up with them, so Lisa sat on my legs and patted my butt and
    tickled me." Megan was really getting a kick out of hearing me describe
    what Lisa did to me, though Tony had seen it a number of times and was
    often sat on and tickled by Lisa, too. Megan couldn't even eat she was
    laughing so hard.
    	I decided to cut to the chase and ask Tony about staying with him
    overnight instead. Tony was thinking one step ahead of me, however.
    	"Why don't you come over and stay at my house tonight?" Tony
    suggested.
    	"Well, that's just what I was going to ask you," I said. "Do you
    think it would be okay?"
    	"My Mom probably won't mind, but since it's going to be on a
    school night, I don't know for sure."
    	"If she says no, then you can come over and stay at my place with
    me," Megan said. I blushed, which seemed to be the reaction that Megan
    was wanting to get out of me.
    	"You can sleep in my bed, and I'll make sure you're good and
    diapered, too," Megan added. My face turned even redder and I could
    feel it. Megan then reached across the table and patted me on the
    shoulder.
    	"Oh, relax, Chris!" Megan said, assuring me that she was only
    kidding. "If I wanted to do anything, I'd have to take eighteen diapers
    off of you first, anyway."
    	After school was out and we were on the bus, I asked Tony if I
    could just spend the afternoon at his house as well. He told me that he
    didn't mind, but felt that his mother may only let me be there in the
    evening and didn't want us to spend the entire day together like it was
    a Friday afternoon. I agreed to this and told him that I would
    hopefully see him that night.
    	Tony got off at his bus stop and then I got off at mine and went
    home. Lisa and Cindy were already there, of course. I went into my room
    to see if anything else had been done in there. It looked the same way
    as it did the night before. The paint had dried but the room still
    smelled of fresh paint.
    	Cindy was busy washing her sheets as she said she would do when
    she got home.
    	"It still stinks in our bedroom," Cindy said to me.
    	"Well, then use some air freshener," I suggested.
    	"We're out of it," Cindy said. "Talk about bad timing."
    	"I can't help it that my poopy diapers smell," I said.
    	"Well, I don't care how big Lisa is, you're sleeping in her bed
    with her tonight," Cindy said.
    	"Actually, I'm hoping I'll be going to Tony's house and staying
    over there," I said to her.
    	"I hope so," Cindy said. "I shudder to think about the things you
    do with yourself in your bed when I'm not there lying next to you," she
    said, paraphrasing a line out of the movie "Christmas Vacation."
    	"You probably look at your notebook full of drawings and stories
    while you're doing it," Cindy said.
    	"Cindy, that's my business, if you don't mind," I said to her. My
    diaper was wet and full of shit and I needed to be changed. It was
    Lisa's turn to do it. I went back to their bedroom and knocked on the
    door.
    	"Who is it?" Lisa asked.
    	"Who do you think it is?" I asked, feeling mildly annoyed. "Cindy
    doesn't have to knock."
    	"I'll be right there," Lisa said.
    	Lisa had invited Betty over for the afternoon. I stood there at
    the door and listened to them laughing as they often did every time
    they got together. I put my ear to the door and listened in.
    	"Look at this one that he drew!" I heard Lisa say to Betty.
    	"Your brother is so obsessed with this shit!" Betty said.
    	"Well, he's obsessed with shitting in his diapers, anyway," Lisa
    said. "Read what he wrote below it!"
    	I could tell that Lisa was showing Betty my notebook. I was
    embarrassed knowing that she saw it, but I figured that the cat had
    gotten out of the bag a long time ago and it didn't matter anymore.
    	I knocked on the door again, getting impatient. This time both
    the girls came to the door.
    	"Oh, I guess it's time for your diaper change," Lisa said.
    	"Can I help?" Betty asked.
    	"Sure, you can write the results on the tracking form for me,"
    Lisa said. I was taken to my makeshift diaper- changing station in the
    front room, where I lay down on the changing pad. Lisa pulled my pants
    off of me and handed them to Betty, who knew what to do with them. When
    she got back Lisa told her where the tracking forms were. Lisa checked
    my diaper, front and back and had me stand back up as she ran her hands
    all over my diaper, feeling the wetness in the front as well as my
    hard-on underneath it, although unintentionally.
    	"You are one stinky little boy, Chris!" Lisa said as she looked
    at the seat of my diapers sagging from the load of poop I put into it.
    I was back down on the changing pad, where Lisa had removed the well-
    used diaper and left me lying naked with an erection. She started
    wiping me up.
    	While I was lying there I heard some footsteps coming up to the
    front door. Seconds later, the doorbell rang.
    	"God, no!" I thought to myself. I asked Lisa if we could move to
    another room of the house.
    	"Your butt's a mess, Chris, and I don't want you to walk around
    the house and drip poop all over the floor," Lisa said. "We'll just
    stay right here."
    	"Maybe it's Tony," I thought.
    	Cindy looked through the window and saw a truck parked outside.
    	"I doubt Tony drives a UPS truck," Cindy said. She opened the
    door and greeted the gentleman who was waiting."
    	"Good afternoon," the man said. "Is the head of the household in
    right now?"
    	"Well, I guess that would be me," Lisa said as she got up and
    looked out the front door. "Come on in!"
    	"No! Dammit, Lisa!" I thought. I was in a very compromising
    position right now, naked, my legs apart, and my butt smothered in
    poop, producing quite an odor.
    	"I have an order for Robert and Brenda Barrett," he said.
    	"Well, I'm Lisa, I'm their oldest daughter," she said.
    	"That's good enough," the driver said as he instructed Lisa to
    sign for receipt of the delivery. Lisa knew that it was my crib, diaper
    cabinet and changing table. She told the driver where to set
    everything. He had already brought one box up with him and brought it
    into the house.
    	He looked at me as I was lying there still naked and being wiped
    up by Lisa. He set the box down and then went back out to get another
    one. He gave me an odd glance as he went back out.
    	"Can you at least get a diaper on me?" I asked Lisa humbly.
    	"He's a guy, Chris, he knows what boys look like naked," Lisa
    said.
    	"I'm sure he does, but that doesn't mean I want him to see me!" I
    said.
    	"Oh, very well," Lisa said. "He'd either see you naked or in your
    diapers, and I don't imagine you want him to see you in your diapers,
    either. Looks like your stuck either way."
    	Lisa had finished wiping up my poopy bottom. Betty was helping
    fold diapers during this time. Lisa took one of them from the stack and
    put it underneath me. By the time the driver came back in Lisa had the
    first diaper covering my privates as she was busy pinning it on. Lisa
    and Betty then both put the remaining diapers from the stack on me. The
    driver had made another trip out to the truck and back in again, seeing
    that I was already very thickly diapered and still getting more diapers
    pinned on when the driver left. He took another look at me lying there
    with several diapers wedged into my crotch.
    	A few minutes later the phone rang. I was hoping that it would be
    Tony and I was glad to find out that it was. He said that his mother
    would let me stay there with them for tonight and they would stop by at
    around 6:00 to pick me up.
    	"Thank God!" I thought.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 14
    ---------------------------

    	For the first time in a long while I was going to have a
    sleepover at Tony's house on a school night. When Mom came home I told
    her that I was going to Tony's house, and my sisters and I all were in
    mutual and enthusiastic agreement that this arrangement would be best.
    My Mom reminded me that this was not going to be like a regular
    sleepover and she expected me to take my homework with me. Fortunately
    all I had was a math assignment and some spelling. In addition to my
    schoolbooks, I also packed along my toothbrush, a change of socks, my
    pants for school and a supply of diapers, comprised mostly of several
    cloth diapers for me to wear overnight, more than I knew I would
    probably need, but I always liked to have them on hand just in case.
    There were a couple pairs of plastic pants in the bag, too, and I also
    packed a couple disposable diapers for me to wear in the morning before
    going to school. Last, but not least, the all-important tracking log
    for my diaper usage was also packed in with my bag. It was full and
    heavy from all the cloth diapers that I was taking with me. Lisa
    performed an hourly check of my diapers before Tony and his Mom showed
    up.
    	I walked out to their car in just my diapers as my pants were
    tucked away in the bag and that I had nothing to wear over the diapers
    I already had on. Kara smiled and greeted me. On the way to Tony's
    house, we were more or less given the same lecture about it being a
    school night and not a "normal" sleepover.
    	"Yes, Mom, we know," Tony said. "I don't have very much to do
    anyway."
    	"Me neither," I said, looking forward to whatever activities we
    would be doing, which remained undetermined.
    	A few minutes after we got to Tony's house, Kara and Tony's
    mother said that they were leaving again to get some groceries and to
    do some other shopping.
    	"We're only going to be gone for an hour and a half, maybe two
    hours, so be good, boys, and get your homework done first."
    	"Will do," Tony said. We watched his mother and Kara both leave
    and close the door.
    	"So, what do you want to do tonight?" Tony asked.
    	"How much homework do you have?" I asked him.
    	"I got a science test coming up, and a short math assignment. How
    about you?"
    	"Just some math and spelling," I said.
    	"Let's get it over with and think about what we'll do the rest of
    the night," Tony said. He took off his pants and revealed the wet
    diaper that he had on underneath.
    	"Won't need these for awhile," Tony said with a smile as he
    tossed his pants into the washroom. His diaper was very puffy in the
    front and yellow-tinted. When Tony turned around and headed to his
    bedroom I could see the back of his diaper was weighed down by a good
    load of poop. I went in there with him and watched him take his diaper
    off. As I expected, his dick was stiff when he removed the diaper. The
    back half of it was covered in poop. Tony stood in the corner and wiped
    himself up, exhibiting his independence and ability to take care of his
    own diaper changes when he needed to, whereas I was always expected to
    leave this job for my sisters to do.
    	"So how often does Kara change your diapers?" I asked Tony.
    	"Just about any time she's here," Tony said. "But she's in
    Brownies, and this spring she'll be playing Little League, she wants to
    play soccer, too, and she won't be home a lot, so I'll have to get used
    to doing this more often."
    	As I watched Tony run the wipe through his butt crack I became
    very excited and aroused as I knew how good this sort of thing felt. I
    wished I could have been wiping his butt for him. He then walked over
    to his diaper drawer and was only wearing his shirt and was otherwise
    naked and with a hard-on. He turned his bare butt to me as he bent over
    to retrieve a diaper out of his bottom drawer. He then grabbed a couple
    diaper doublers and then he carried these things over to the bed. He
    laid them down. I expected him to start diapering himself, but he just
    sat there.
    	"Wanna come diaper me?" Tony asked me. I was quite surprised by
    this.
    	"You serious?" I asked him. I wasn't used to seeing anyone but
    Kara and his mother change him when I was here, and it occurred to me
    that the opportunity for me to change him had never come up in all the
    times that I had stayed over at Tony's house.
    	I felt awkward to take Tony up on this, though the thought of it
    excited me and I couldn't resist.
    	"Uh, sure," I said after a brief pause.
    	"You don't have to if you don't want to, I understand," Tony
    said, sensing my discomfort.
    	"No, no, it's okay," I said as I went up to him. I looked down at
    his crotch. His balls had been wiped clean and all the dirty work had
    been taken care of.
    	"Do I need to powder you first?" I asked Tony.
    	"I pre-powder my diapers," Tony said as he handed me the diaper
    that he brought from his drawer. I could smell the sweet powder on it
    and I also felt it on my fingers.
    	"Just lay the doublers in there and pull it up, tape it up, easy
    as that. Just make sure it's good and tight."
    	Tony lay back as he watched me nervously place the doublers on
    the front panel of his diaper. I then picked it up and started pulling
    it over his groin. His hard dick appeared to be staring me right in the
    face at this point, but it wasn't that way for long. I covered his
    genitals with the diaper, which pulled his penis upwards as I brought
    the diaper up. I then pulled it tight and stuck the tapes on the
    diaper. The head of his dick was making a tent in the front of his
    diaper.
    	"How am I doing?" I asked Tony as I wasn't used to changing
    anyone else's diapers, much less my own.
    	"You're doing fine, Chris, you're doing fine. It's nice and
    tight."
    	I felt pretty good that Tony felt that I handled changing his
    diaper so well. Tony then asked me to hand him his diaper tracking log
    and pointed out that it was on top of his dresser. I spotted it lying
    there and walked over to it to grab it.
    	After Tony wrote down the necessary information, he got off of
    his bed. I watched him as he walked around his room. I took a close
    look at his diaper, knowing that I was the one that put it on him. It
    snugly covered up his butt and the tapes looked like they were secure.
    I thought about how clean and dry his diaper was and how it wouldn't
    stay that way for too long.
    	"How is your diaper doing?" Tony asked me.
    	"You mean *diaper-s*," I said, emphasizing the plural. I lifted
    my leg and showed my crotch to Tony and said, "See all the *diaper-s*
    that I'm wearing? See them, huh huh? See my dia-PER-S!" I then turned
    around and bent over and started spanking myself there.
    	"See my *dia-PERS* on my butt? See all the *dia-PERS* that my
    sister put on me?"
    	I was getting carried away with myself. I felt much less
    inhibited at Tony's house since my sisters and my parents weren't
    around, so I felt free to express how much I enjoyed diapers when only
    Tony and I were together.
    	"Well, it's a good thing you're wearing all those diapers," Tony
    said to me.
    	"Of course it is. I'm a diaper-peeing, diaper-pooping little boy
    and proud of it!" I said, enjoying the "diaper trip" that I had just
    gotten on. Not even Kara or Tony's Mom was there and I felt totally
    unrestrained.
    	"Wanna have some more diaper fun tonight?" Tony asked me.
    Apparently, he seemed to be less inhibited by having the house to
    himself as well.
    	"Sure," I said. "Are we going to have another pooping contest?"
    	"More than that," Tony said. "I thought that we could try some
    laxatives again, just for the hell of it."
    	Given the mood that I was in at this point, this sounded like so
    much fun. We usually did this on weekends, but I disregarded the fact
    that it was a school night and was taking the risk of possibly going to
    school the next day with the shits. Tony then went into the bathroom
    and handed me some laxative tablets. He took some in his hand, and at
    the same time, on the count of three, we each swallowed them,
    acknowledging this moment as the "point of no return." I knew that
    within an hour or two I would be shitting like crazy and enjoying it.
    	We decided to get going on the homework. Tony and I each sat
    across from each other at their kitchen table. With the two of us
    talking and bullshitting around, plus the fact that we had the radio
    going, we didn't get a lot done as far as homework goes, at least until
    Tony's Mom and Kara returned home, then we buckled down and got to
    business.
    	Before we got going on our homework, Tony's mom asked us to help
    carry in the groceries. Tony and I went out to the driveway, knowing
    that we'd be seen in our diapers by the neighbors. It wasn't be the
    first time that Tony's neighbors had seen me in diapers as I had
    streaked across the yard at Tony's house in my diapers the day before
    when I had to get into his bedroom to get my pants from him when nobody
    was home. Fortunately, at this time of evening it was getting to be
    dusk.
    	Kara was standing right behind me as I was bent over and reaching
    into the back seat of their car to grab a bag of groceries. As I was
    picking up the bag, I loaded my diapers. Kara acknowledged it as she
    asked me, "Do you need me to change your diapers now, Chris?"
    	"Not yet," I said to her. "I think I'll be okay." She was
    smiling, knowing that sooner or later my poopy diapers would have to
    come off.
    	"Well, then can I check your diapers and see how they're doing?"
    she asked me, referring to the tracking log.
    	"Oh yeah, sure, if you want to," I said.
    	Kara then followed me back into the house as we carried in the
    last of the groceries. Kara followed Tony and me into his bedroom,
    where she looked over the condition of his diaper and recorded some
    notes, indicating that his diapers were visibly wet and puffy in the
    front and in the crotch, but were not poopy. I figured that had she
    waited a few more minutes, the report would be different as the
    laxative was active inside of Tony's digestive system. Kara then
    checked my diapers, but she had a harder time trying to detect where my
    diapers were wet and messy.
    	"Your diapers look clean to me," Kara said.
    	"They're not, trust me," I replied.
    	"Yeah, I can still smell you," Kara said. "But I don't see
    anything that shows you wet or pooped-- probably because you're wearing
    so many diapers, huh?" With this she smiled and patted me on the butt.
    She then made the appropriate remarks in my tracking log.
    	I joined Tony back at the table as we finished up the homework
    while Tony's mother made dinner. During that time I crapped again. The
    effects of the laxative were also starting to kick in for Tony.
    	"I don't know if we should have done this on a school night," I
    thought to myself, having come down from the "diaper high" that I was
    on earlier and realizing what consequences lay ahead.
    	It was after 8:30 in the evening by the time we finished eating
    dinner. I thought that the laxative had already ran its course, though
    I took three tablets, as did Tony. Tony and I were sitting on the couch
    with Kara when we simultaneously farted and loaded our diapers. Kara
    was sitting in between us, and apparently she got a stereo effect from
    this. She looked at each of us.
    	"You guys did that at the same time!" she said.
    	"It's called synchronized shitting," Tony said with a smile. His
    mom had left the room, otherwise he probably would have said "pooping"
    instead.
    	Kara looked down at the crotch of Tony's diaper and noted that
    there was some leakage spilling out of the leg opening.
    	"Your diaper's leaking," Kara said to her older brother. Tony
    looked down at himself and confirmed this.
    	"Oh crap," Tony said.
    	"Literally," Kara replied. "I might as well change both of you
    now."
    	Kara followed Tony and I into his bedroom. We both sat down on
    the bed and looked at her as she stood before us. Seeing that Tony's
    diaper was in more immediate need of changing, she decided to take care
    of his first. I could still last awhile in what I had on.
    	I remained seated on Tony's bed while Tony got down on the floor.
    I watched Kara go to work on his diaper change. She stuck the small
    padded mat underneath his bottom and then took the diaper off. To say
    that his diaper was well- used was an understatement.
    	"You sure pooped a lot this time," Kara remarked.
    	"Yeah, and I'm going to poop some more," Tony said, though he
    didn't offer to explain why. After Kara pulled away the diaper from his
    bottom, he squirted out more poop, which spilled all over the changing
    mat and onto the floor.
    	"I'd better get you diapered fast," Kara said to Tony. "It looks
    like you've got the poops again."
    	"Yeah, I do, don't I?" Tony said, knowing that he brought it on
    intentionally.
    	Kara cleaned up Tony as well as the changing mat and the carpet
    where his wet shit had dripped. When she was done with this, she called
    me down from the bed and told me to sit on the mat. She reached for the
    waistband of my plastic pants and pulled them off, greeted by a dozen
    diapers to be removed. Kara wasn't used to handling my cloth diapers
    and she always had a hard time undoing all of Lisa's or Cindy's pin-
    work, being as excessive as it was. In spite of this, she liked to
    change me out of my dirty cloth diapers and into clean ones since it
    was new and different for her.
    	After several minutes of taking pins out and stripping me of my
    diapers, I was finally naked. Kara was staring at the big mess that she
    had to take of now.
    	"Other than the smell, I would have never known that there was
    all that poop in those diapers!" Kara said. "You're pooping a lot, too,
    just like Tony."
    	"You wanna tell her?" Tony asked me. Kara looked up at him
    curiously.
    	"Tell Kara?" I said to Tony.
    	"Tell me what?" Kara asked.
    	"We took some laxatives again," Tony said.
    	"Oh, so that explains these extra messy diapers," Kara said.
    "Well, it's a good thing you brought along a lot of diapers, Chris,
    because I'm gonna use them on you."
    	"I hope you'll hurry with the first diaper," I said to her. "I'm
    about to poop again."
    	Kara started sprinkling the powder all over my balls and my
    crotch when my butt discharged some more poop, right onto the changing
    mat. It caught her by surprise.
    	"Eww!" she said. "That came right out as I was wiping you."
    	"Hey, I warned you, didn't I?" I said to Kara.
    	"You guys and your laxatives," Kara said. "I guess I'd have to be
    a boy to understand."
    	Tony and I looked at each other and smiled in agreement over
    Kara's remark.
    	Kara had left the room to grab an old towel from the bathroom.
    She returned and pulled the changing mat out from underneath me and had
    me set my poopy butt down on the towel. She cleaned me up again and
    gave me another application of powder. When this was done she went to
    my bag and pulled out several diapers and began folding them. Lisa and
    Cindy had shown her how to fold them and she was getting to be quite
    good at it for only changing me every few weeks or so whenever I was at
    Tony's house for a sleepover.
    	Kara then started laying the diapers on and pinning them up,
    although she was more modest with the pins and only used enough to make
    sure the diapers were tight, which they were. My diapers were just as
    thick as before, however, as she put twelve of them on me.
    	"Knowing the way you poop in your diapers without laxatives,
    Chris, I'm sure not gonna take any chances now, so I'm diapering you
    just like your sisters do," Kara said with a smile as she prepared to
    add another diaper to my already very thick set.
    	Minutes later, Kara had me diapered and in my plastic pants. She
    then took the changing mat into the bathroom and washed it off. She
    brought it back while Tony and I were taking off our day shirts. Kara
    then went to her room to change into her pajamas. I slipped on one of
    my white undershirts to sleep in while Tony decided to go without a
    shirt at all as he often did. It made his diaper stand out more as the
    white material contrasted against his skin, whereas my shirt blended in
    with my diaper. As mine was a short shirt that Lisa had trimmed up, it
    allowed most of my diapers to show, as high up as they went on me,
    hence Lisa's reason for trimming it.
    	Just before Kara went to bed she gave our diapers another
    examination. Tony had already pooped in his, mostly liquid, which Kara
    noted in his tracking log. She checked my diapers, too, but was not
    able to tell that I had also pooped mine other than the odor. By the
    time Tony and I went to bed, we had both shit in our diapers again.
    	"Mine's coming out all liquid now," Tony said.
    	"Mine, too," I said.
    	"I think we may have overdone it on the laxatives," Tony said,
    sounding as if he regretted it.
    	"I just hope it finishes doing its thing before we go to school
    tomorrow," I said, also regretting that I took the laxatives while I
    was staying over with Tony on a school night.
    	Everything seemed so much different knowing that Tony and I had
    to go to school tomorrow. It wasn't even 11:00 yet and already we were
    in bed. We also kept the talking down since we didn't want Tony's mom
    coming in and telling us to get to sleep.
    	I could see that when the light shining through from underneath
    the door went out, Tony's mom had gone to bed. She was usually in bed
    when Tony and I were the ones who were still awake. This was definitely
    not a typical sleepover.
    	While I was lying on the cot next to Tony's bed, I heard him load
    his diaper again. He blasted out a very wet and juicy fart. I was
    cutting them, too, as I shit myself some more, but my farts were
    muffled by my thick diapers.
    	"Chris, you still awake?" he asked me.
    	"Yeah," I said.
    	"Can you do me a favor?" Tony asked me.
    	I had a feeling he wanted me to change him, and I was right.
    	"Can you change me?" he asked.
    	"Uh, sure, yeah, if you trust my diapering job, since you've got
    the shits as bad as I do."
    	Tony then turned on the lamp that was next to his bed. He then
    got up and headed for his changing mat. I watched him from behind as he
    walked around his bed. I could see that his diaper was very loaded. He
    sat down on the changing pad and waited for me to remove the diaper.
    This would be the first time that I would not only diaper Tony, but
    also do all the dirty work.
    	I knelt down before Tony and I pulled at the tapes. I pulled away
    the front of his soaked diaper and saw that his poop had made its way
    up to his balls. Even the diaper doublers were covered in poop. He was
    a mess.
    	I got up and grabbed some wipes and I began cleaning Tony's
    bottom. It seemed odd that handling someone else's shit seemed more
    gross than seeing, feeling and smelling my own, but I was used to my
    own messy diapers and tried to think of Tony's diapers as my own while
    I cleaned him.
    	Tony was enjoying having me clean him up as he had a very stiff
    hard-on. When I wiped his balls, he asked me to keep wiping him there.
    He then put his hand on top of mine and slowly guided it towards his
    dick, hinting that he wanted me to jack him off. I really felt silly
    about doing this, but at the same time, I was getting aroused by it,
    too. I started stroking his hard-on slowly, and then more vigorously.
    Tony had his eyes closed as he moaned and groaned, and within a few
    seconds, he shot his cum load. It went straight up in the air and
    landed back down in front of his crotch, and some of it got on my hand,
    too.
    	"Oh yeah, that felt good," Tony said.
    	"I'm glad you enjoyed it," I said, thinking about what I had
    done.
    	"Look, let's keep this a secret, okay?" I asked Tony.
    	"Oh yeah, of course," Tony said. "Now put my diaper on me before
    I shit again."
    	I got a diaper from Tony's drawer and took a whiff of the powder
    that was sprinkled onto it. I placed two doublers in the front and then
    I put the diaper up around his shirtless body. Tony winced as his now
    limp and sensitive penis was pulled up with the tightening diaper. I
    fastened the tapes and asked Tony how the diaper was.
    	"I guess we'll find that out when I shit again," Tony said.
    	"Is it okay?" I asked him.
    	"It's fine," Tony said as he pulled on the seat of his diaper.
    "You even gave me a wedgie with my diaper, it's so tight. You could do
    something else for me, though," he said.
    	"What's that?" I asked.
    	"Put some of your cloth diapers on over my disposable, just to be
    sure," he said.
    	I agreed that a little extra protection wouldn't hurt, and I
    wanted to see Tony wearing cloth diapers, so he sat back down on the
    pad. I went to my bag and pulled out four more diapers.
    	"How many do you want?" I asked him.
    	"That'll do," he said. I folded the diapers to the best of my
    ability, having watched Lisa and Cindy do it enough times. I put each
    diaper around Tony and pinned them up. They didn't look as tight as
    what Lisa and Cindy were capable of doing, but they would do for
    tonight. I watched Tony return to his bed. I didn't realize how high up
    my diapers really went on me until I saw them on Tony, especially since
    he had no shirt on and I could see the diapers in their entirety.
    	I got to thinking about Tony reciprocating and stroking me off as
    I was now very highly aroused from having masturbated him and changed
    his diaper. Of course, this would have required that he remove all my
    diapers first, and I needed to leave them on since I still felt like I
    had some liquid shit working in my system.
    	Tony could see that I was stroking myself through my diapers and
    offered to "finish the job" for me.
    	"We'll leave the diapers on," Tony said. "Too much work to take
    them all off."
    	I nodded at this to acknowledge my agreement, and I felt that to
    not have the diapers on would have been completely remiss as the
    diapers were what got me so aroused in the first place. Tony then got
    back out of his bed and then knelt down next to me as I lay on the cot.
    He used both his hands as he massaged the front of my diapers and made
    my already stiff dick even more aroused. Tony said he couldn't feel it
    through all the diapers, but he knew it was there, of course. I closed
    my eyes and thought about what Tony looked like wearing just a loaded
    diaper. I told him to stop when I ejaculated.
    	"Oh yeah, ahh, yeah," I said as I felt my penis still spurting
    semen after Tony had taken his hands off of my diapers. When he got up,
    I could see that there was a tent inside his diapers.
    	"Thanks," I said to him as he climbed back into his bed.
    	"Good night," Tony said as he turned the lamp off.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 15
    ---------------------------

    	I thought that the effects of the laxatives were finished with
    me, but as I lay there in Tony's room trying to fall asleep, I kept
    pooping in my diapers. It was like having diarrhea, which I was used to
    dealing with while wearing diapers, but it was like a more severe case
    of diarrhea than normal. All I could think about was hoping that I
    would not be shitting myself all day in school tomorrow.
    	Tony let his alarm clock blare for at least two minutes before he
    finally got up to turn it off. I lay awake while I waited for him to
    turn it off. I was feeling groggy, having gotten only a little sleep
    for two nights in a row. I watched Tony as he got out of his bed and
    turned off the alarm. He turned on his lamp and then turned around to
    look at me to see if I was awake.
    	"Morning." Tony said. "How are your diapers?" he asked me.
    	"Full of shit," I said.
    	"Mine, too," Tony replied. "In fact, you could literally say that
    I'm in deep shit."
    	"We might be in deep shit going to school today," I said. "And I
    don't just mean literally, either."
    	"I know what you mean. Remind me to only take one laxative if we
    do this again," Tony replied. "I'm just glad I'm wearing these extra
    diapers, or my sheets would be smothered in shit. God, I'm a mess."
    	"Me, too," I said. "Is Kara going to change us?"
    	"No," Tony said, "She doesn't have time to do it in the morning
    since she has to get ready for school, so I change myself."
    	"Could you change me?" I asked him.
    	"Yeah, I can, and then you can change me," he said with a smile
    	"Let me warn you," I said to Tony as I showed him my diapered
    butt and pointed to it. "While you may see clean, snow white diapers on
    the surface, it's not going to be a pretty sight once you get down
    inside."
    	"Maybe we'd better go clean ourselves up in the bathroom," Tony
    said to me.
    	"You mean, in the shower?" I asked.
    	"Yeah, let's go in there before Kara beats us," Tony said. I
    followed him into the bathroom and we closed the door. Tony took the
    pins out of the cloth diapers that he had on over his disposable
    diaper. The cloth diapers had caught the poop that had leaked out of
    the disposable diaper. I could see the butt of his diaper sagging from
    all the weight of his poop. It was running down his legs as he
    unfastened the tapes. The diaper fell to the floor and shit splattered
    everywhere.
    	"Oh shit," Tony said.
    	"That's what it looks like to me," I said as I was still undoing
    my own diapers. I watched Tony get into the shower. His butt was
    totally smothered in poop. He left a short trail of dripping liquid
    stool, some of which had dripped onto the edge of the tub.
    	I let my diapers drop to the floor. The first few layers were
    completely saturated with loose, runny shit that had soaked all the way
    up to the front of my diapers. The rest of my diapers were soaked from
    my overnight wetting. I also started dripping poop onto the floor and
    leaving my mark as I got into the shower with Tony.
    	I couldn't help but to have a big hard-on while standing in the
    shower with Tony, both of us completely naked with our bodies all wet.
    Tony also had an erection the whole time he and I were in the shower
    together. He had just finished cleaning himself off and I took my spot
    at the opposite end of the tub where the spray was directed at full
    blast. I turned my butt to the water and let it cleanse off the mess
    from my buttocks. Tony and I were standing together in ankle-deep shit-
    tainted water by the time we finished cleaning ourselves up.
    	Kara knocked on the door and asked us what we had been doing in
    the bathroom for so long.
    	"Cleaning up," Tony said as he and I dried ourselves off. "We'll
    be right out."
    	"Hurry up, I need to use the bathroom and brush my teeth," Kara
    said.
    	Tony finished drying himself off from the shower and he set his
    towel back on the bar. He was completely naked as he walked towards the
    bathroom door and started to open it. I kept my towel around me as I
    walked out behind him. Even though Kara had seen me naked when she
    changed my diapers, I still didn't like to walk around wearing nothing
    in front of her or anyone else unless I was in my own house.
    	Kara went into the bathroom after we left, but then she
    immediately came right back out, holding her nose.
    	"Phew, you guys sure stunk up the bathroom," Kara complained.
    	"Sorry," Tony said.
    	"Yeah, at least we don't stink up bathrooms very often, since we
    wear diapers," I remarked to Kara.
    	"Are you guys going to take care of these poopy diapers on the
    floor?" Kara asked us as she pointed to them sitting on the floor.
    	"Yeah, we will, sorry," Tony said to Kara. "I'll get the plastic
    bucket for your diapers, Chris."
    	Tony walked out to the kitchen, still completely naked, as he
    went to get the bucket that they let me use for my diapers whenever I
    stayed over. I heard his mother ask him what he was doing.
    	"Getting the bucket for Chris' diapers," he said.
    	"Did you have to clean up this morning?" she asked him.
    	"Yeah, I got the runs last night," he said.
    	"How are you feeling now?" she asked him.
    	"Not sure," Tony answered.
    	"I wouldn't go without some diapers on your butt for very long,
    if that's the case," Tony's mother said to him, noting his lack of
    coverage over his buttocks. Tony then came back with the bucket and
    went into the bathroom to retrieve our diapers. While I was standing
    there, I felt another bowel movement coming on. With almost no warning,
    more poop came out of my butt and it spilled right onto the floor. Kara
    was standing there as she watched me poop without diapers on.
    	"How many of those laxatives did you take last night?" Kara asked
    me.
    	"Three," I said. "I'm regretting it, too."
    	Kara pulled the towel that I was holding around me off of me and
    she used it to clean up my mess on the floor. I stood there naked and
    needing to wipe poop off the back of my legs where it had dripped down.
    I didn't want to move and leave a trail of poop, but I didn't know what
    to do otherwise. I was embarrassed about having done what I just did.
    	"Just come in the bathroom with me," Kara said to me. "I'll clean
    you up."
    	Kara led me back into the bathroom and took a washcloth to my
    behind. She wiped off my buttocks and the back of my legs. My dick got
    hard again as she ran the cloth through my buttocks. Kara looked at the
    poop splatters that were still all over the floor and on the bathtub.
    	"You guys made quite a mess in here," Kara said. "Now go get a
    diaper on your butt before you poop again."
    	I thanked Kara for cleaning me up as I left the bathroom and
    headed to Tony's bedroom. Kara then closed the door so that she could
    use the toilet. A moment later she came running out of the bathroom
    carrying her toothbrush and toothpaste with her.
    	"I'm going to the kitchen to brush my teeth," Kara said out loud
    so that we could hear her. "It stinks too much in the bathroom."
    	Meanwhile, Tony was busy diapering himself. I apologized to him
    for the mess I made on the floor of the hall.
    	"It's my fault," Tony said. "I'm the one who wanted to take
    laxatives, and we shouldn't have done it when we had to go to school
    the next day. I guess I just wanted it to be like a normal sleepover."
    	"Too late to do much of anything about it now," I said. "No use
    crying over spilt milk."
    	"Or pooped diapers," Tony added.
    	"I definitely shouldn't have tried to take three of them," I
    said.
    	Tony asked me if I had any extra plastic pants in my bag.
    	"Yeah, I brought an extra pair," I said.
    	"Can I use one?" Tony asked me.
    	"Sure," I said. I went to my diaper bag and handed a pair of
    plastic pants to him. He stepped into them and pulled them up over his
    disposable diaper. Without the bulk of the cloth diapers, the plastic
    pants were very roomy around Tony's body. They went up so high on him,
    going well above his disposable diaper underneath. A large pocket of
    air surrounded him and he looked funny.
    	I was still naked and needing to be diapered. Tony had me lie
    down on his changing mat. He pulled out one of my disposable diaper
    from my bag and taped it around me after sticking a couple extra
    inserts in the back as well as the front. He took my other pair of
    plastic pants and put it on over my disposable diaper to give me some
    extra protection in case I still pooped heavily from the laxative. The
    plastic pants went all the way up to my chest and were also very loose
    without the cloth diapers that normally filled them up.
    	Tony and I went out to the kitchen in just our diapers and
    quickly ate some Pop Tarts that Kara prepared for us. Tony's mother
    looked at us and asked us why we were each wearing a pair of plastic
    pants over our disposables.
    	"We both got the runs last night, Chris, too" Tony said. He then
    confessed that he and I took some laxatives and also made a mess on the
    bathroom floor. Tony apologized to his mother.
    	"Well, now you boys are going to have to deal with the
    consequences of it," Tony's mother said to us without sounding too
    sympathetic. "You shouldn't have tried it when you both knew you had
    school the next day."
    	"I know," Tony said.
    	"I just hope you boys have some extra diapers at school," Tony's
    mom said.
    	"I think I do," Tony said. I then came to the realization that I
    had run out of diapers at school the day before and forgot to get some
    from home before coming to Tony's house yesterday.
    	"Shit!" I thought to myself while stuffing the pastry into my
    mouth. I asked Tony if I could take some of his disposable diapers with
    me. He said I could.
    	"You want us to clean up the mess on the bathroom floor?" Tony
    asked his mother.
    	"No, you boys are already running late," she said. "Just go get
    dressed and I'll take care of it," she sighed.
    	With just a few minutes to go before the bus arrived, Tony and I
    had to hurry and get our pants on. Kara had already taken off for the
    bus. Tony and I ran back into his bedroom and put our pants on. We had
    to stuff the plastic pants down into our pants, but they still stuck
    out above our pants, so we had to keep our shirts pulled down instead.
    The plastic pants would be very noisy when walking, but I figured this
    wouldn't be as embarrassing as having poop leak into my pants.
    	"What do you think?" Tony asked me, seeing that my plastic pants
    could still be seen underneath my shirt. I could also see Tony's
    plastic pants showing beneath his shirt. We both conceded to the fact
    that there was no way to hide the plastic pants, no matter what, so we
    decided to unstuff them from our pants and just wear them at full
    height, which we agreed was more comfortable.
    	"Screw it. Everybody at school knows we wear diapers anyway,"
    Tony said.
    	"Wanna take the plastic pants off?" I asked him.
    	"Too late for that," Tony said. "We gotta get to the bus, and
    fast!"
    	"Do you want to go to school like that?" I asked Tony. "Look at
    how much your plastic pants stick up above your pants, and how noisy
    they are, too."
    	"These plastic pants and the diapers that normally go with them
    were not meant for wearing with pants," Tony said.
    	"That's for sure," I said. "Since most the time I don't wear
    anything over them anyway."
    	Tony's mother came to the bedroom and stuck her head in through
    the doorway.
    	"Five minutes, boys!" Tony's mother said, prompting us to get
    going.
    	I stuffed three of Tony's disposable diapers into my book bag
    just as we left. I realized that I had forgotten to bring my jacket.
    	"Damn, I don't have my jacket!" I realized.
    	"Neither do I," Tony said as he, too, realized that in his haste
    he forgot to put his on.
    	"Can I borrow one from you?" I asked him, since it would help to
    conceal our plastic pants.
    	"Screw it," Tony said. "We're running late, and it's not that
    cold this morning, anyway."
    	Tony and I then hurried out the door and headed to the bus, just
    catching it in time. We could hear each other's plastic pants rustling
    as we sprinted to the bus.
    	As expected, everybody noticed the way my plastic pants were
    sticking up so much above my pants. My shirt had ridden up from running
    and all the kids could see the plastic pants showing. They also noticed
    how they made so much noise.
    	On my way to class, I heard a kid come up to me and say, "teacher
    teacher, I declare! I see someone's under--, uh, diaper!"
    	It was Chuck Manson and his sidekick Steve Mackenzie. Two M's.
    Dial "M" for "mischief" or "menace", they were Trouble with a capital
    T, that's for sure. I suspected that they were cousins of my former
    arch-nemeses Sean and Travis, who had since then proven the need for
    having juvenile detention facilities. How such bad genes could be
    explained otherwise, I didn't know. What really sucked was that they
    were fifth graders, but the equivalent of sixth graders as they had
    each been held back a year, no surprise there. And they were big in
    size and used this to their advantage. They enjoyed giving Tony and me
    an inferiority complex because we were a grade ahead of them, but still
    vulnerable to their attacks in spite of close supervision on the
    playground.
    	When I got to my classroom and got settled into my seat I could
    feel my bowels working inside me as Mrs. Stevenson started the day's
    lessons. I knew that within just a few minutes I would poop my diapers,
    not that I wasn't used to doing it in the middle of class, though I
    usually didn't have my first bowel movement until after recess. Sure
    enough, I pooped my diaper as I expected, still not having overcome the
    effects of the laxative.
    	"A little early today, Chris?" a girl who sat next to me said as
    she smelled my soiled diaper and also knew that I had done so when I
    got up to ask Mrs. Stevenson if I could go get changed. She was even
    surprised that I was earlier than normal.
    	I was surprised that I was still producing this much poop so long
    after I had taken the laxative. I felt the mess press up against my
    buttocks as I walked to the nurse's office. When I got there Tony was
    already in the middle of getting changed. I waited until he came out of
    the room.
    	"You too, eh?" I said to him.
    	"Yeah, let's make a promise to each other not to take laxatives
    on a school night ever again."
    	Tony returned to his class and I went into the small room where
    the nurse was waiting for me. I took off my pants and revealed the
    plastic pants that I had on over my disposable diaper.
    	"Tony was doing the same thing," the nurse commented on the
    plastic pants. "Did you boys come down with something?"
    	"Sort of," I said. "That is, we could have avoided it."
    	"Oh, food poisoning, or what?" the nurse asked me.
    	I didn't want to tell the nurse about Tony and I taking
    laxatives, so I just told her that it was "probably something we ate."
    She seemed to be satisfied with this explanation and then told me to
    hop up on the table.
    	The nurse took off my plastic pants as well as the disposable
    diaper. She had to carry my dirty diaper with both hands as she tossed
    it into the garbage in order to avoid spilling poop on the floor, which
    she still did anyway.
    	"You're down to your last diaper, Chris," the nurse said to me.
    "I hope you remembered to bring more."
    	"Yeah, I did," I said to the nurse. "I'll bring them down for my
    next change, since I have a feeling I'll need at least one more before
    the day's over."
    	When the nurse put a new disposable diaper on me she asked me if
    I wanted the plastic pants on over it. They were still clean.
    	"Yeah, better wear them," I said. "That's what I wore them for in
    the first place. I don't know how long this will last."
    	The nurse put the plastic pants back on over me and then she
    handed me my pants. She looked at how big and baggy my plastic pants
    looked on me, and she knew from our previous discussions during diaper
    changes that I wore my cloth diapers in very thick amounts at home.
    	"I can't imagine how thick those cloth diapers must be on you,
    Chris, when you wear as many as you say you do at home," the nurse said
    as she tugged on my plastic pants.
    	"Trust me, they're very thick," I said. "No room for pants,
    that's for sure. I can bring you a picture and show you how thick they
    are."
    	The nurse just smiled, probably not sure of what to say about
    this. She then offered me some medicine to help ease my bowels and she
    called my Mom to let her know what was going on. Since I stayed at
    Tony's last night my Mom had no idea that I had a bad case of the runs,
    but Mom was used to this sort of thing from me anyway.
    	With my Mom's approval to give me medication the nurse gave it to
    me before I returned to class. The medicine was either slow to work or
    ineffective altogether as I had to make another trip to see the nurse
    for a diaper change shortly after recess.
    	"Got diarrhea today?" the same girl asked me when I asked to
    leave class again.
    	"You do," I said to her. This comment took her aback. "Diarrhea
    of the mouth, that is." I actually got the class to laugh over this
    one.
    	"Good comeback, Chris!" said one kid across the room.
    	"Class, settle down," Mrs. Stevenson said as she handed me my
    diaper-change pass. I was just about to leave the room when I forgot to
    get my extra supply of diapers. I normally dropped them off before
    class whenever I needed to replenish my supply at school, but I had
    forgotten to do this today. I picked up my bag and started carrying it
    out of the room.
    	"Where are you going with your bag, Chris?" Mrs. Stevenson asked
    me. "You don't need to go home, do you?"
    	"No," I said to her, even though it was starting to sound like a
    good idea right now. "I just need to take something down there with
    me," I said.
    	"Probably his diapers!" I heard a kid whispering to another
    classmate.
    	When I got to the nurse's office I opened up my bag and reached
    into it for my disposable diapers, actually, Tony's disposables that I
    had to bum off of him. I thought that I had packed three of them in
    there, but I was surprised to see that there was only one!"
    	"What the hell?" I thought, having clearly remembered seeing
    three diapers in my bag when I zipped it up. I handed the nurse my one
    and only diaper that was available to me and explained to her that this
    was my last diaper.
    	"Well, I hope this will last you today, Chris," the nurse said as
    she wasn't sure how long I would make it, given the amount of pooping
    that I was doing.
    	"Of course I do keep extras on hand, mostly for the little ones,
    though, as they tend to forget their diapers."
    	Once again I took off my pants and let the nurse remove the
    plastic pants and the dirty disposable diaper. She cleaned me up and
    had me re-diapered again. She added the big plastic pants over the
    disposable diaper and sent me on my way.
    	I managed to make it to the lunch hour without browning up the
    back of my diapers too much. I wasn't sure if I should eat or not and
    risk pooping it out as it seemed like everything was passing straight
    through me. I seemed that today I was an instant poop factory. I was
    quite thirsty and dehydrated from having purged out much of my bowels,
    as was Tony.
    	Megan sat with us and asked me if my bedroom was ready yet.
    	"No, but it should be done when I get home today," I said to
    Megan. "I hope."
    	"Chris stayed at my house last night," Tony said. "We had a
    blast."
    	"Yeah, too much of a 'blast'," I said. "In fact, we're still
    having it."
    	"What do you mean?" Megan asked me.
    	"We took laxatives last night, just for shits and giggles-- well,
    shits, anyway," Tony said. Megan supplied some of the giggles for us
    when we told her this.
    	"Ahh, so that's why you and Chris have been going to the nurse's
    office so much," Megan said. "Tony's left class twice."
    	"So have I," I said.
    	"I can see that you two took some extra precautions, too," Megan
    said, noting the plastic pants that Tony and I were both wearing.
    	Later on, Megan went off to play with some of her girl friends
    while Tony and I did our thing. We went to our corner of the playground
    where most kids left us alone. Shortly after we got there, we were
    greeted by Chuck and Steve. Their greeting this time, however, wasn't
    verbal. Instead, they just dropped their pants in front of us and
    mooned us. We were expecting to see two sets of bare butt cheeks, but
    instead, we saw that they were both wearing diapers!
    	Chuck then spoke in a mock baby voice and said, "Hi, we're Chris
    and Tony and we wear diapers and go poo-poo in them like babies!"
    	Tony and I were stunned. It wasn't that we hadn't seen diapered
    butts before, of course, just that we didn't expect to see Chuck and
    Steve wearing them! Tony and I didn't know what to say to them as they
    totally caught us by surprise to pull off such a stunt.
    	Several of the kids had witnessed the event and of course, there
    was a lot of laughter. Now having an audience, Chuck and Steve dropped
    their pants again and mooned us with their diapers, this time making
    farting noises with their mouths and saying, "Look mommy! I go poo
    poo!"
    	This act got the two offending boys some unwanted attention, too.
    Mr. Lawrence, my fourth grade teacher-- and a good man in general who
    had always looked after Tony and me and made sure we weren't picked on
    for wearing diapers-- also saw what Chuck and Steve had so boldly done
    on the playground. He walked right over to the scene and cut through
    the crowd.
    	"All right, Chuck, Steve!" Mr. Lawrence shouted at them, having
    gotten to know them by name, albeit unintentionally. He stood between
    them and told them to take their pants off.
    	"It was just a joke," Chuck nervously said to Mr. Lawrence.
    	"Well, this *isn't* a joke!" Mr. Lawrence said sternly. "I said
    take your pants off!"
    	Chuck and Steve looked very humbled as they each slowly removed
    their pants in front of dozens of classmates, in fact, hundreds, it
    seemed, as virtually everyone was huddled around in a quarter circle
    that occupied the corner of the playground. Everyone was laughing at
    Chuck and Steve for being in diapers. They were each forced to carry
    their pants with them, but not wear them.
    	Seeing that Chuck and Steve were both wearing diapers led me to
    wonder where they got them. Then it clicked. The two diapers that were
    missing from my bag! One of the boys must have sneaked into my
    classroom during the morning recess to take them! They must have known
    what my bag looked like and assumed that I carried diapers in it.
    Normally I dropped them off first thing and usually did not keep them
    in the bag itself. The diapers were especially convenient and handy for
    whoever it was that raided my bag as I had just stuffed the diapers in
    the bag before I closed it up this morning. Either they were after
    money, or Chuck and Steve had just planned this all out and were
    relying on chance to pull it off. They succeeded, but they failed, too.
    	Everybody watched as Mr. Lawrence escorted Chuck and Steve to Mr.
    Jenkins' office. Mr. Jenkins didn't just take them directly to the
    office, either. He made sure they had made one full trip around the
    outer perimeter of the playground in just their diapers so that
    everyone would get a chance to see them, and they did. He then made
    them walk right through the middle of it, too, and then he walked them
    through the playground for the lower grades, where these kids were now
    playing. A constant round of laughter could be heard from or distance.
    	"Mr. Jenkins will appreciate not having to remove your pants
    before he spanks your bottoms!" Mr. Lawrence said as he dragged the two
    boys past us once more, both of them bawling while they headed towards
    the school building and eventually into Mr. Jenkin's office. Enter
    theme from the TV show "Dragnet."

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 16
    ---------------------------

    	After I returned to class after lunch, I could hear everyone
    talking about what had happened out on the playground. It took Mrs.
    Stevenson three tries to get the class to quiet down. She was usually a
    pretty calm and easygoing teacher, but if she ever had to resort to a
    third attempt to quiet the class, she could prove that she could be
    like any teacher, too.
    	A lot of people hated Chuck and Steve, so they were glad to see
    that they were being punished for indecent exposure, and in Chuck's
    case, having a weapon in his possession. I couldn't wait to find out
    what fate lay ahead for them. Maybe they would have to wear diapers
    around at lunch time every day for a week or something like that. It
    gave me something good to daydream about during the dull English
    assignment that we were doing.
    	As for my own diaper situation, I was glad to have worn the
    plastic pants to school with me since my one and only disposable diaper
    was not able to contain all of the poop that I put into it between
    lunch and the end of the school day. My butt felt wet and sticky. I
    could feel my disposable diaper leaking poop into the plastic pants and
    I was beginning to stink, too.
    	Mrs. Stevenson could tell from the way the other kids were
    repelling away from me that I was in need of a change, and upon walking
    over to me she confirmed for herself that I was getting quite ripe
    underneath my pants.
    	"Do you need to leave, Chris?" Mrs. Stevenson asked me as she
    whispered in my ear.
    	"Well, yeah, I do," I said, sounding embarrassed. "Except there's
    just one problem. I ran out of you-know- whats," I said to her as
    discreetly as I could.
    	"The nurse keeps extras on hand," Mrs. Stevenson told me.
    	"Only for the little kids, at least that's what the nurse told
    me," I said to Mrs. Stevenson.
    	"Well, why don't you go down there and see what she can do for
    you," the teacher said to me as she escorted me to the door and handed
    me my pass. I must have really stunk since Mrs. Stevenson was
    determined to get rid of me.
    	I walked down the hall, feeling the weight of the mess inside my
    pants sloshing around. I went to the nurse's office and waited for her
    to change some first- or second- grader's diaper. I could tell from the
    way he sounded as he ran past me that he was diapered, not to mention
    that it showed above his pants.
    	"Back again, I see," the nurse said. She closed the door and I
    stripped off my pants. The nurse began removing the plastic pants,
    seeing that they were dirty, too.
    	"Oh my," the nurse said to me. "I hope I have some diapers that
    will fit you," she said. She went through the cabinet and looked
    through the stacks of smaller diapers that were for the younger kids.
    	"Does Tony have any extra diapers?" I asked the nurse.
    	"He was just in here after lunch and I used his last one on him,"
    the nurse said.
    	"Oh no," I thought as I sat there looking hopeless. I still had
    the disposable diaper on.
    	"I guess I'll have to see if one of these will fit you," the
    nurse said as she got out a diaper that was one size too small and not
    of the same quality as my own disposables. At this point, I would take
    anything. The day was fairly close to being over with, anyway. The
    nurse got me cleaned up and then she put the diaper on me. It fit
    tightly and I was afraid of it popping open on me. The plastic pants
    were dirty and smelly, so it was no good at this point. I had to take
    my chances. I left the plastic pants with the nurse and told her that I
    would pick them up after school.
    	I put my pants back on and returned to class. The diaper felt so
    funny by being so tight and smaller than what I was used to. It only
    came as high as my pants did, since my own disposables always showed.
    At least I didn't have the plastic pants sticking up so much, as much
    as I would have liked to be wearing them for the sake of added
    protection. My desk smelled like Lysol when I got back and I could see
    the can sitting on Mrs. Stevenson's desk. I'm sure the class got a good
    laugh out of watching her spray my seat down.
    	When I went out to recess and met up with Tony, Megan came up to
    us and filled us in on the details concerning Chuck and Steve.
    Apparently she had more connections to the proverbial grapevine.
    	"Both Chuck and Steve have been suspended for a week for indecent
    exposure!" she said excitedly.
    	"Indecent exposure?" Tony said. "All they have to do is leave
    their houses to do that!"
    	Megan and I both laughed at Tony's remark.
    	"Is that it?" I asked Megan, hoping there was more to their
    punishment than this. I was pleased to learn there was.
    	"Oh yes," Megan said. "Here's the good part. After Steve comes
    back, he'll have to wear diapers to school!"
    	"Really?" I said. Tony was also quite interested in the news.
    	"Yeah, if I know Steve's parents, they'll make him wear diapers
    for the rest of the year!" Megan said. "Maybe all the time!"
    	I asked Megan how she knew all this.
    	"Steve's sister is in my class," Megan said. "Her mother told her
    about it, and then she wrote me a note."
    	Megan then showed me the note that had been passed to her in
    class from Steve's sister that explained it all. Tony and I read it
    while Megan continued talking.
    	"She was talking about what it would be like to see Steve go
    around in diapers at home! I even gave her some ideas to use, from what
    I have seen Cindy and Lisa do to you, Chris. She said she'd try to use
    these ideas. It'll be so fun to see what happens!"
    	"I can't wait to see it, either!" Tony said. "He'll hate having
    to get his diapers changed by the nurse."
    	"The only thing is, I doubt Steve's parents will want to buy so
    many diapers for him to wear at once," Megan said. "So it won't be
    quite *that* good."
    	It was in the middle of the afternoon recess when I wet my
    diaper, partially because of how excited I was to learn about what lay
    ahead for Chuck and Steve. I looked down and I could see that my wet
    diaper was leaking into my jeans, even with the plastic pants. I
    figured they fit too loosely without the bulk of my cloth diapers that
    were normally worn underneath the plastic pants.
    	"Dammit!" I thought. "These blue-light special diapers or
    whatever the hell they are!" I said, putting my hand on my soaked fly.
    	"I just used my last disposable," Tony told me.
    	"I know, I asked the nurse about it," I said.
    	"The day's about over anyway," Tony said, trying to make me feel
    better.
    	"I just hope the laxatives aren't still working," I said. "I'm in
    real trouble if they are, with these uhh, 'diapers.'"
    	"At least the nurse had something for you to wear," Tony said.
    	"Yeah, but I might as well be without a diaper," I said, noting
    how much the wetness had expanded throughout the front of my pants.
    "This one's too small and it isn't doing me any good.
    	"Maybe Chuck and Steve didn't use theirs," Tony suggested.
    	"Are you kidding?" I said. "Even if they just put them on, I
    wouldn't wear anything that they've worn!" I said. "God knows what
    diseases they carry."
    	I then thought about my situation some more and said, "on the
    other hand, maybe they did take their diapers off right away. I'm
    desperate."
    	"You mean, you're going to see if you can get one of the diapers
    back?" Tony asked me, surprised that I made such a sudden reversal.
    	"Either that or risk shitting myself in class," I said.
    	There were only two minutes to go before the bell rang, so Tony
    and I went to the principal's office. On the way I was rehearsing how
    to ask for my diapers if it were even possible. I knew it would be a
    very awkward to ask for.
    	Tony and I walked into the office and immediately found out that
    there was no point in asking for my diapers back. Chuck and Steve were
    both sitting out in the front of the office, still wearing just the
    diapers. Most notably, from looking at the fronts of them, they were
    both wet! Chuck and Steve sneered at Tony and me as we looked down at
    their puffy, yellow-tinted, diapered crotches. They both had long and
    red faces, and if I recalled Mr. Lawrence's threat concerning Mr.
    Jenkins' paddle correctly, chances were good that Chuck's and Steve's
    backsides were quite red, too. We figured they were waiting for their
    parents to pick them up.
    	Tony and I then exited before the secretary had a chance to ask
    us what we needed and we returned to class. I was faced with the
    expected taunting and teasing for having wet pants.
    	"Where's your diaper, Chris?" one girl asked me. I just ignored
    her and sat down. Mrs. Stevenson then came around and collected a
    homework assignment. When she got to my desk she noticed that my pants
    were wet.
    	"Do you think you should just go home for the day, Chris?" Mrs.
    Stevenson asked me as discreetly as she could. I didn't know what good
    it would do me since I had no other way of getting home than to either
    walk or wait until school was let out. In spite of my wet pants, I told
    Mrs. Stevenson that I would be okay.
    	"Maybe you'd better go see the nurse one more time," Mrs.
    Stevenson said. Once again, I got up from my seat and took my pass. I
    couldn't have left at a better time. As I walked down the hall I filled
    the back of my diaper again, and the tapes popped, too! The poop was
    spilling right into my pants! I made a beeline for the nurse's office.
    The nurse just looked at me, gesturing her understanding of my
    predicament as she escorted me back into the little room that I was so
    familiar with today. She took off my soiled pants and the fully
    saturated and untaped diaper. She got me cleaned up, but there was not
    much she could do but to put another small, inadequate diaper on me.
    	I was more or less stuck there in the nurse's office now. I had
    no clean diapers of my own and I had no clean pants to wear, either.
    There was only forty minutes left in the day.
    	"Do you think your mother could bring some diapers and some pants
    to you?" the nurse asked me.
    	"I think so," I said. I asked the nurse if she could get me the
    phone so that I could call my Mom. The nurse left the room and returned
    with the cordless handset that they used in the office. I dialed up Mom
    at work and explained my situation. Mom sighed, explaining that she was
    in the middle of something important, but said that she could probably
    leave right away. Still, she didn't have an exact time as for when she
    could make it down to the school.
    	The nurse said I could just stay in the room and would only have
    me leave if anyone else came in to get a diaper change. In the
    meantime, all I could do was look around the room and stare at the
    mostly blank walls and think of whatever came to mind.
    	Shortly after the school bell rang and the students were let out
    someone knocked on the door. I thought it was Mom, but it was Tony, who
    had to have found out somehow what had happened to me during the last
    class period and that I was waiting for my Mom. The nurse let him in.
    	"I got your homework and your bag for you," Tony said to me as he
    looked at me sitting on the table wearing only a small diaper.
    	"I'm glad you don't have to wear that for very long," Tony said.
    "No wonder it leaked."
    	"Even worse," I said. "I pooped in it and the tapes came open.
    I'm just glad I wasn't in class when it happened."
    	Tony sat with me while we both waited for my Mom. While we were
    waiting I folded up the dirty plastic pants that I had left behind from
    earlier and stuck them in my bag.
    	"Aren't you going to miss the bus?" I asked Tony, seeing that he
    was still there.
    	"Your mom can drop me off," Tony said. "Or I can just come home
    with you."
    	"That's fine," I said. "Mom's probably gonna be in too much of a
    hurry to run you home, anyway."
    	It was only fifteen minutes after class was dismissed for the day
    before Mom showed up. The nurse let her into the room.
    	"Hi Mom," I said, feeling embarrassed about the situation. Mom
    didn't say anything. I expected her to be carrying a disposable diaper,
    but instead, she had a small stack of my cloth diapers.
    	"Mom, what did you bring the cloth diapers for?" I asked her.
    	"Well, I'm in a hurry and I need to get back to work. When I got
    to the house I just opened the door, and grabbed some diapers from the
    stacks that are still sitting out on the couch, and some safety pins."
    	"Any pants?" I asked.
    	"No, you don't have any others, remember? Just your shorts, and I
    didn't take the time to look for them, and figured this is all you need
    until you get home. Your sisters are just going to put you in your
    cloth diapers when you get home anyway, so they can finish diapering
    you then. This will do for now."
    	"So, does this mean I have to walk through the hallway in just my
    cloth diapers?" I asked Mom.
    	"For now, yes," my Mom said as she ripped away the cheap, small
    diaper that I had already wet in. "Lift your butt."
    	Mom quickly pinned on the three diapers that she had brought with
    her and then said, "okay, let's go!"
    	I picked up my book bag while Mom took my pants with her. I
    hesitantly walked out of the nurse's office and down the hallway,
    hoping that no other kids were still at the school. No such luck. The
    entire after-school girl's basketball team was coming out of the
    bathroom after having changed into their gym shorts and shirts. They
    were all heading the opposite way, coming towards us. All of them
    stared at me and took a good look at my thickly padded butt as they ran
    by.
    	"Nice diapers, Chris!" said one of the girls from my class as she
    ran past and looked at me from behind.
    	"Did you see how THICK his diapers were?" I heard one of the
    girls saying to the other. The "other" girl happened to be Megan, whom
    I had to admit looked cute in basketball shorts.
    	"He's worn them much, much thicker than that!" I heard Megan say
    back to the other girl.
    	"Yeah, those girls don't know the half of it!" I said to Tony,
    referring to how thickly I have worn my diapers.
    	"Or even the fourth of it!" Tony said. "Since you're only wearing
    three diapers."
    	Mom rushed Tony and I out to the parking lot and into the car.
    For being after school, there seemed to be a lot of kids still at the
    school for one reason or another, and anyone who could see me no doubt
    noticed that I was in just my diapers.
    	Mom took Tony and I straight to our house and she dropped us off
    from the street, explaining that she needed to keep going and to get
    back to work. Mom handed me my dirty pants and my plastic pants and
    told me to give them to Lisa or Cindy so that they could get them in
    the wash. Lisa looked out the front window and watched Tony and me
    coming up to the front door. She then suddenly disappeared from the
    window and I could hear the doorknob "click" from the outside. I knew
    she had locked the door on us when she saw that I only had diapers on.
    Sure enough, I turned the knob and it didn't move.
    	"Lisa!" I shouted. "Let me in!"
    	"Say the magic word, Chris!" she said.
    	"Shit!" I grumbled impatiently. And shit it was, I didn't have
    time to deal with it.
    	"Nope, that's not the magic word!" Lisa said. "Try again!"
    	I started pounding on the door, then kicking it. "Aww come on,
    Lisa! Just let us in!"
    	"Okay, I'll let you guys in, but you have to do one thing first."
    	"Fuck!" I muttered through my clenched teeth. I figured that I
    didn't have anything to lose since I couldn't get in the house without
    busting the door down.
    	"What do you want me to do?" I asked her.
    	"Shout 'I'm a diaper boy!' so that the whole neighborhood," Lisa
    said to me.
    	I rolled my eyes.
    	"Just do it, get it over with," Tony said.
    	"It doesn't mean she'll let us in," I said.
    	"She isn't going to do a thing if we just stand here," Tony said.
    	"Dammit!" I said. "Okay, Lisa, here I go..."
    	"I'm a diaper boy!" I said, merely raising my voice.
    	"I can't he-ear you-u!" Lisa said.
    	I was desperate. This time I took in a deep breath and gave it
    all I had.
    	"I'M A DIAPER BOY!!!" I shouted as loudly as I could. The door
    still didn't open.
    	"Well?" I said. "I did what you told me to do, Lisa!" I was ready
    to charge towards the door, but then, Lisa finally opened it.
    	"Well hello there, boys!" Lisa said to us as we walked in. I
    scowled at her for making me stand outside the front door in just my
    diapers.
    	"So, why did Mom drop you guys off?" Lisa asked. "And what are
    you doing without your pants on? And why are you wearing your cloth
    diapers, and not as many as you normally do, and why no plastic pants?"
    	"It's a long story," I said. "Now don't ever do that again!"
    	"Well, gee, Chris, it isn't often that I can get you to stand
    outside the front door in front of the neighbors in just your diapers.
    The chance was there, so I took it!"
    	"Okay, now you've done it. I hope you're satisfied," I said.
    	"I am now," Lisa smiled contentedly. "Now let's go ahead and
    finish diapering you. You can tell me what happened while we're doing
    it."
    	"Where are you going to diaper me?" I asked Lisa.
    	"Follow me, I'll show you." Lisa said. "Your room's all done
    now."
    	Lisa led me back into my bedroom. The door was closed when I
    approached. Lisa then swung the door open and revealed to me the new
    decor of my room. Both Tony and I couldn't believe what we saw! My
    bedroom was now a nursery! The walls were now powder blue with
    wallpaper trim consisting of a repeating pattern of a diaper, followed
    by a giant diaper pin, then a crib, a rattle, a baby bottle, a
    pacifier, and then a teddy bear donning a diaper while lying on his
    back in a crib with a pacifier in his mouth, holding a baby bottle in
    one hand and a rattle in the other.
    	Where my bed once stood, a crib now occupied its place. The crib
    was white with powder blue trim. On the end of it, the words "Baby
    Chris" were painted. Beneath it was a painted image of a thickly
    diapered toddler sleeping, the image of which appeared to have been
    modeled after one of my own baby pictures as it looked very familiar.
    The bedding on the crib was also powder blue with patterns of a baby
    clown, also donning diapers. A musical mobile dangled above my crib.
    Lisa went over to it and she pulled on the string to play its gentle
    chime.
    	Even my old lamp was gone and replaced by a Winnie the Pooh lamp.
    My old posters were taken down and replaced by pictures of balloons,
    circus clowns, and teddy bears. The carpet was replaced and was now a
    dark blue.
    	The large changing table was set up in the corner of my room, and
    next to it, a large cabinet that replaced my old dresser drawers. The
    cabinet had the words "Chris' Diapers" on them, one word painted on
    each door. I expected the room to smell of fresh paint and new carpet,
    and while such smells were present, the room most prominently smelled
    of baby powder. I looked in the corner by the ceiling and noticed that
    an automatic air freshener had been installed, continuously dispensing
    the sweet scent of the baby powder as needed.
    	"What do you think, Chris?" Lisa asked me.
    	"Overkill," I thought. It was more babyish than I was expecting,
    but it looked like it was here to stay and I had no choice but to get
    used to it.
    	"It's nice," I said, being honest, but still surprised.
    	"It's different, and I know it's an abrupt change for you, but
    you'll get used to it-- BABY CHRIS!"
    	With this, Lisa patted my butt repeatedly.
    	"I'm not used to patting your butt with only three diapers on and
    no plastic pants, so let's get the rest of your diapers on."
    	I just stared at the changing table, anticipating actually
    getting up on it and getting my diapers changed on it.
    	"Well, get your butt up there," Lisa said as she pointed to the
    changing table. "I'll go bring some diapers in from the living room."
    	I got up on the changing table and waited for Lisa to come back
    in with more diapers.
    	"This is neat!" Tony said. "I kind of wish my room looked like
    this."
    	"Yeah, it is cute," I said, even though I was feeling a tad bit
    embarrassed about it. "A little overboard, but cute."
    	I still had my desk and my toys as well as my stereo, CDs, books
    and magazines. I wasn't sure where my Lego town would go since the
    changing table was now in its corner.
    	Lisa came back into the room, and as expected her arms were full
    as she carried several diapers and some plastic pants in with her as
    well as the container of diaper pins. She set these all down to the
    side of me.
    	"How's the changing table?" Lisa asked me.
    	"Fine, I suppose," I said.
    	"Dad came home from work to put them together while the carpet
    guys were here," Lisa said. "Same goes for your bed and crib, so as
    long as they don't collapse, then we know he did a good job."
    	I was tempted to ask Lisa why she didn't give the crib and
    changing table a "weight test", but she was sensitive about her weight
    and size, and such a comment wouldn't have been appropriate. Moreover,
    to think of Lisa being in my crib seemed highly out of place, since *I*
    was the one who was the baby in this family. *I* was the one who wore
    the diapers around here!
    	Lisa then checked the diapers I already had on.
    	"Hmmm, dry," Lisa said. "That's a first."
    	"Mom just put them on me before we left from school, so I haven't
    had a chance to wet them yet."
    	"Good thing, too, since you don't have plastic pants on. I'll
    just leave these diapers on you and put the rest of the diapers over
    them."
    	Before Lisa started diapering me, she asked me about the tracking
    log for my diaper changes.
    	"It's back at Tony's house," I said.
    	"No problem," Lisa said. "I'll just make some notes and then copy
    them to the log when you get it back."
    	Lisa then started folding the diapers and sticking them
    underneath my already padded bum and layering them on, fastening them
    up tightly with the pins. It seemed easier for Lisa to diaper me on the
    changing table, and being in the nursery-like environment, this somehow
    made it even more enjoyable. Tony must have been enjoying watching Lisa
    diaper me. He had taken his pants off so that he could be in just his
    diaper. I could see a tent in the front of his diaper, which was very
    wet and puffy. I imagined that Lisa, looking almost old enough to be a
    mother herself, must have looked very authentic by standing before a
    changing table and putting diapers on her "baby boy."
    	During the diaper change, I told Lisa about what had happened
    today, which explained why Mom dropped me and Tony off at the house and
    that I was in just cloth diapers. I even told her about the laxatives
    that Tony and I took for fun, though shortsightedly.
    	"You, Chris, and laxatives, that's like fire and gasoline," Lisa
    said. "So that's why your pants were covered with poop. No wonder you
    weren't wearing them."
    	"They would have never fit over even the three diapers that Mom
    put on me, anyway."
    	"And they sure as hell won't fit now!" Lisa said as she finished
    pinning up my diapers. "I wonder if mine would fit, and I wear big
    pants!"
    	Lisa put my plastic pants on me and said, "okay, Chris, you're
    done!"
    	"My turn!" Tony said as she let Lisa see that he was very wet,
    and also poopy.
    	"You know what to do," Lisa said as she patted her hand on the
    changing table.
    	Tony got up on the table and got himself into his position as he
    waited for Lisa to take his diaper off.
    	"You know what, Tony?" Lisa said to him. "You'll be the first one
    to get a *complete* diaper change on this table!"
    	"I feel so privileged and honored!" Tony said with a smile on his
    face.
    	"Then I get to be the first one to lie in my crib," I said as I
    went over to it and climbed in. Lisa stopped momentarily to put the
    gate up on my crib before resuming Tony's diaper change. I looked over
    at Tony and saw his dick sticking straight up. Mine was hard, too.
    	I lay on the soft, new bedding as I watched Lisa wipe up Tony and
    put one of my disposable diapers on him along with some doublers, which
    she had left the room to get, along with my powder. I owed Tony a
    couple diapers, anyway for the ones that I borrowed from him. Actually,
    the ones that Chuck and Steve "borrowed." While I lay in my crib, I
    noticed that it was quite wide.
    	"There's enough room for two in my crib," I said.
    	"Of course," Lisa said. "Where do you think Tony's going to sleep
    when he stays over?" Lisa said. I noticed that Tony smiled when she
    said this. She then finished diapering Tony.
    	"You might as well join Chris," Lisa said to Tony. She put the
    gate down and Tony got into the crib. Lisa then put the gate on the
    crib back up and restarted the mobile. She then went over to my desk
    and wrote some notes on some paper. I presumed she was writing notes
    for my tracking log. She explained that she also wrote some notes about
    Tony's diaper change for him to copy to his diaper-changing log when he
    got home.
    	Lisa then left the room for a moment, Meanwhile, Tony had lay
    down next to me wearing his freshly changed diaper.
    	"Ahhh," Tony said. "This is nice."
    	"Comfy, huh?" I said. "Maybe you can sleep over this weekend."
    	"I hope so," Tony said as he rubbed the front of his diaper to
    entertain his erection. I was doing the same thing, but being cautious
    as I expected Lisa to return to the room any minute. When she did, she
    was carrying two baby bottles filled with milk.
    	"Here you go, boys!" Lisa said.
    	"What's this?" I asked Lisa.
    	"It's your bottle, Chris," Lisa said. Tony took his bottle right
    away and started sipping away on its nipple.
    	"Aren't you going to drink yours, Chris?" Lisa asked me.
    	"Do I have to go through all this?" I asked her.
    	"You're the baby now," Lisa said. She then stuck the bottle in my
    mouth. I reluctantly began drinking from it.
    	"Then I don't have to do homework anymore, or go to school, for
    that matter, if that's the case," I said with a smile, while the
    thought of still having to do my homework was still lingering in the
    back of my mind.
    	"Maybe this being a baby wouldn't be so bad after all," I said,
    thinking of how good babies had it without being burdened with such
    responsibilities.
    	Cindy later came home from visiting Gina. She came into the room
    to look at Tony and me.
    	"Aww, don't they look so cute!" Cindy said. She then came back a
    moment later with a camera to get some pictures of us. We were still
    holding our bottles of milk, each of them halfway consumed.
    	Lisa and Cindy then started bringing all my diapers back into the
    room and stocking up my cabinet. I had enough diapers and plastic pants
    to completely fill every shelf in the cabinet. On the bottom of the
    cabinet was a drawer where my socks would go.
    	"I can't believe Chris has so many diapers!" Cindy said as she
    brought the last load in.
    	"Just wait until he gets selected for using the Thickies diapers,
    assuming he will," Lisa said. "He'll have plenty more diapers then!"
    	"That's okay, there's still room in the closet if we need it,"
    Cindy said.
    	Tony and I then got out of the crib and we went out to the
    kitchen to work on our homework. Tony's Mom then came by to pick him
    up, assuming that he was at my house. He carried his pants out with him
    and stayed in just his diapers.
    	The rest of the evening was spent finishing my homework and
    eating dinner. Mom and Dad talked to me about what I thought of my new
    room. I told them that I was quite surprised when I saw it, but that I
    really liked it. They had to have spent a fortune on it, so I'm sure
    they were glad I liked it, too, and wouldn't have done it if they
    didn't think I would enjoy it.
    	After homework and dinner, it was time for me to play, which I
    did in my new "nursery." I managed to set up my Lego town in my room
    again, having to reduce it down, but still using most of what I had in
    it before. Cindy changed my diapers that evening and she looked forward
    to getting to change me on the new table. She made it worth her while
    by putting over a dozen diapers on me. She even tucked me into my crib
    and gave me another bottle. She pulled the string on the mobile, put
    the gate up and turned the lights out.
    	I knew it would take getting used to being closed up in my crib
    every night, but I was already getting to enjoy it. It was so cozy and
    I enjoyed the softness of the new blankets. I snuggled up beneath them
    and began sucking away at my bottle. I felt more infantile than I ever
    did since I was put into diapers.
    	Before going to sleep I finished off my bottle and then put the
    crib through an endurance test, as I was very much in the mood to jack
    off. As I massaged myself through my thick diapers I shook the crib
    back and forth vigorously, thinking about being a diapered baby boy. I
    kept this up for several minutes until I ejaculated in my diapers. I
    had a feeling my Dad knew the crib would be subjected to this sort of
    activity as it felt much sturdier than my bed ever was.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 17
    ---------------------------

    	When Mom woke me up the following morning, I didn't want to get
    out of my crib. I felt so warm and cozy as I was deeply nestled into
    the covers. I felt Cotton lying on my feet at the opposite end of the
    crib. Mom walked over to me and she let the gate down. Cotton got up
    and left the room. Mom nudged me to see if I was awake.
    	"Wake up," Mom said to me. I rolled onto my side.
    	"That crib must be comfortable," my Mom said. "Time for school."
    	"I wanna sleep," I said.
    	"I'm sure you do," my Mom said. "And you look cute in it, but you
    still got to go to school."
    	"Just five more minutes?" I mumbled.
    	"Let's get up," Mom said. "I know your diapers need to be
    changed, for one thing."
    	Mom pulled the covers back and exposed my bare legs and diapered
    backside. The smells of my poop that had been trapped beneath the
    covers spread quickly and filled the room. I felt the cool draft
    blowing on me. Mom took my hand and helped me up, and then I got down
    from the crib. Mom led me over to the changing table and gave me a
    boost up onto it. I lay there and waited for one of my sisters to come
    in to change me.
    	Lisa came into my room, her hair still wet from the shower.
    	"How did you sleep, diaper butt?" she asked me as she patted me.
    	"I slept better than I ever have," I said. "I didn't want to get
    up."
    	"You slept like a baby, in other words," Lisa said with a smirk.
    She pulled off my plastic pants and then my several wet diapers loaded
    with poop, as usual. She dropped my fouled diapers into the large pail
    underneath the table and then she cleaned me up.
    	"I hope I've gotten over the effects of that laxative," I said.
    	"You look like you're back to pooping as usual," Lisa remarked as
    she looked at the pile of crap that was waiting for her to clean up.
    She grabbed my wipes from the cabinet and ran them all over my crotch,
    extending the duration of my morning wood in the process.
    	"This changing table is so much easier," Lisa said. "It's better
    than having to get down on the floor. I wish we had done this a long
    time ago. Of course, you didn't *have* to wear diapers in the first
    place when this all started."
    	After Lisa had my mess wiped up she brought out a disposable
    diaper and some doublers. She taped it up around me, made some quick
    notes in my tracking log, and then left the room to finish getting
    ready for school. I went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth and
    combed my hair and then I went out to eat breakfast. I poured a bowl of
    cereal and started eating. Cindy then sat across from me and asked me
    if I would like to be fed.
    	"I can feed myself just fine," I said.
    	"But you're the baby now," she said. "Babies don't feed
    themselves. Can I feed him, Mom?"
    	"Cindy, not now, let's get ready for school," Mom said. Cindy
    then poured a bowl of cereal for herself and sat across from me. She
    asked me what I thought of my new crib.
    	"I like it," I said with a mouthful of Cap'n Crunch.
    	"I didn't think he'd ever get up," Mom remarked.
    	"Oh, by the way, Chris," Mom started, "Lisa told me about you and
    Tony taking laxatives."
    	I knew I shouldn't have told Lisa, but the incident was about
    over and done with at that point. Cindy started laughing.
    	"What did you do that for, Chris?" Cindy asked me. "Your butt
    makes enough poop as it is!"
    	"I guess we got sort of carried away," I said to Mom.
    	"Well, save the laxatives for the weekend sleepovers, okay?" my
    Mom said. "Actually, you really don't need them at all, the way you
    poop, Chris."
    	Lisa and Cindy had taken off for school. I gathered up my
    homework and books and put them into my bag. While I was doing this,
    Mom reminded me to take some diapers with me to replenish my supply.
    She even brought a new package into my room. It was a big package, and
    in cardboard box. It contained 120 diapers!
    	"Here, I bought these for you last night," my Mom said. "Take
    them to school with you."
    	I looked at the big box of diapers. I picked it up and it weighed
    a lot.
    	"You want me to take the *whole* box to school?" I asked her.
    	"You won't run out of diapers for awhile," my Mom said. I wasn't
    sure if Mom was kidding me or not.
    	"I'm not going to carry these to school," I said. "There isn't
    even enough storage space for these! I'll never even get them on the
    bus!"
    	"Oh relax, Chris," my Mom said with a little smile as she gently
    patted my head. "I just want you to take as many as you can fit into
    your bag so you don't run out for a few days. I got a good buy on these
    at Kidz Klothez."
    	I tried to stuff as many diapers into my book bag as I could. I
    managed to get twelve of them packed into my bag, sharing the tight
    space with my books. I could barely get the zipper to close.
    	"Notice that they're thicker?" Mom asked me.
    	"I did," I said.
    	"You shouldn't need to use doublers with those," Mom commented.
    	I put on my pants and then my shoes and socks, then lastly, my
    jacket. I then headed out to the bus. I could hear the diapers
    crinkling around in my book bag as I carried it to the bus. It was
    obvious that the bag was packed full. When Tony got on the bus I told
    him about how wonderfully I slept in my crib. He couldn't wait to come
    over this weekend for a sleepover.
    	Tony and I both went to the nurse's office to drop off our diaper
    replenishments. Tony's bag was stuffed full, too, and apparently, the
    other kids who were walking around us knew that we had packed diapers
    into our bags. One of them came up behind me and unzipped my bag,
    causing my diapers to spill out. I was very embarrassed about the
    incident! While I was assessing the situation, Tony's preoccupation
    with the matter made him equally as vulnerable, so his bag got
    unzipped, too, and his diapers also spilled onto the floor on the other
    side of the hallway.
    	Tony and I were each busy picking up our diapers and putting them
    back into our bags, much to the amusement of dozens of passing kids.
    One of Tony's diapers got kicked down the hallway by another kid. I had
    a feeling that he wanted to retrieve the diaper for himself, and
    according to Tony, he watched the kid pick up the diaper and pretend to
    throw it in the trash, only to slip it underneath his jacket, a poor
    attempt at sleight of hand. Tony confirmed this when he looked into the
    trash container and saw no diaper. In fact, it was completely empty.
    	While I was bent over, my jacket and shirt had ridden up and
    exposed my diaper. This made me a prime target for a diaper wedgie as
    another kid reached for my diaper and tried to yank it up into my butt,
    though the diaper was up as high as it could go and it was too tight to
    be very effective for getting a wedgie. We had no time to stuff our
    diapers back into our bags. I retrieved my eleven remaining diapers and
    carried them in my arms. Tony did the same with his diapers.
    Fortunately we weren't far from the nurse's office.
    	Tony and I went to the nurse's office to drop off our diapers. We
    saw several familiar faces, other kids from the lower grades who must
    have worn diapers, too. Tony and I always wanted to talk to them, but
    they were always too shy. They never said anything to us when we said
    hello to them, even after lifting our shirts to let them see that we
    wear diapers, too.
    	During the first recess, a lot of the girls from the basketball
    team who saw me talked about how cute I looked in my diapers. A lot of
    them called me "diaper butt" and "stinky pants", the same sort of
    epithets that others have called me over the years. I was used to
    hearing mostly boys call me these names, but now the girls were getting
    in on the act.
    	Megan was with Tony and me, and at first, she thought it was just
    innocent fun that the girls were having, but then after a few minutes,
    the girls, now joined by boys, started picking on Tony and me and they
    formed a mob around us. Several other kids had either seem me in
    diapers yesterday. The other kids had all learned about it as word had
    spread around. The taunting and teasing-- mere embers in a metaphorical
    sense-- were usually no more than a couple disparaging comments a day,
    but now the fire had been rekindled into a full-blown round of
    belittlement, almost as bad as when everyone found out three years ago
    that Tony and I were wearing diapers now.
    	Megan tried to defend us. She said, "okay everyone, we all know
    Chris and Tony wear diapers, now lay off of them! Just knock it off!"
    	"You wear diapers, too, Megan?" one heckling boy named Brad
    shouted from the front of the crowd.
    	"For your information, Brat, no, I don't!" Megan said, making
    sure Brad heard the "T" at the end of his name.
    	"They probably don't make them big enough to fit your big butt,
    anyway!" the kid said to Megan. This generated some laughter as well.
    	"Why, you...!" Megan said as she charged towards the offending
    boy.
    	"What are sticking up for them for?" Brad asked her.
    	"They're my friends," Megan said. "At least I have friends."
    	"So do I, Chuck and Steve."
    	"Oh, the ones who were suspended for mooning, eh?" Megan said.
    "Birds of a feather flock together, you know."
    	"Birdth of a fevver fwock togevver!" Brad mocked Megan. He then
    said, "Good thing you didn't moon them, Megan. Who wants to see your
    fat butt, anyway?"
    	Megan then lost it with this kid. She went right up to him and
    smacked him in the mouth. Everyone saw the incident, including Mrs.
    Buxley, my third-grade teacher, who was on recess duty that morning.
    	"Come with me, Megan," Mrs. Buxley said. "In fact, all of you,
    come with me.
    	I looked at Mrs. Buxley as she stared back at Tony and me.
    	"Us, too?" I asked her.
    	"Yes, Chris and Tony, you guys, too."
    	"What did we do?" I asked. "We didn't do anything!"
    	"Just come with me," she said.
    	Mrs. Buxley led Brad to the nurse's office so that she could look
    at his bleeding mouth and treat it. The rest of us into Mr. Jenkins'
    office. We all sat nervously as we waited. I wet my diapers as I was so
    scared, wondering why I was even there in the first place. Tony felt
    the same way. I felt so bad that Megan had gotten into trouble, too. I
    wished to see Brad in the principal's office, too, as he was no better
    than Chuck or Steve.
    	Mr. Jenkins then called us into his office and had us sit down
    and talk to him about what had happened. Megan did the talking.
    	"All these girls started teasing Tony and Chris about wearing
    diapers, so then I tried to defend them, but then Brad starting bugging
    me about how big I am, so then I got mad at him... and hit him."
    	Megan broke down and started crying.
    	"I'm sorry, Mr. Jenkins," she said in between sobs.
    	"Chris, Tony, is this what happened?" Mr. Jenkins asked us.
    	"Yes sir, that's what happened," I said. "But Megan shouldn't be
    the one who--"
    	"I'll deal with Megan," Mr. Jenkins said as he interrupted me.
    	"So, are we in trouble?" Tony asked Mr. Jenkins.
    	"I just wanted to talk to you boys about what had happened, ask
    you a few questions. I also want to tell you about how there is going
    to be a zero-tolerance policy regarding teasing other kids who wear
    diapers in this school. I deal with this all the time, mostly from the
    lower grades where there are more kids who wear diapers. There's been
    too much hazing going on lately, and it's going to stop!"
    	"So, what can we do about it?" I nervously asked Mr. Jenkins. I
    wet my diaper some more.
    	"If anyone starts bothering you boys, I don't care what it is, go
    to a teacher on duty and tell him or her."
    	"In other words, tattle?"
    	"We're going to call a special assembly this Friday to address
    the issue," Mr. Jenkins said. "It won't be just about you or the other
    kids who wear diapers, it's about all the hazing that's been going on."
    	Mr. Jenkins then excused us from his office. We asked him if we
    could see the nurse first, and he said this was okay. Brad had been
    waiting out in the secretary's office during this time. He sneered at
    us as we walked past him. His mouth had been treated for the injuries
    he received from Megan's fist. Tony and I then went to the nurse's
    office, where she changed each of us back into clean, dry diapers. We
    then split off and went to our classes.
    	"See you at lunch," I said to Tony.
    	All I could think about during the lesson was what was going to
    happen to Megan. She didn't deserve to get what she was probably going
    to get for hitting Brad. I just hoped that Brad would get into some
    kind of trouble for inciting Megan and insulting her.
    	Lunchtime came, and Tony and I ate our lunch as we normally did.
    I knew that Megan was not allowed to return to class when I saw that
    she was nowhere to be seen in the cafeteria. I didn't see Brad, either.
    Everybody talked about Megan hitting Brad more than they did about me
    going around in just diapers after school yesterday, though this still
    gave the kids plenty to talk about.
    	After I got home from school and got changed into my cloth
    diapers I called Megan at home to ask her what had happened.
    	"I got suspended for two days," she said in a low voice.
    	"I'm sorry," I said to Megan. I could tell that she was still sad
    and crying. "I feel really bad about what happened. I feel like I
    caused it because I was in just my diapers yesterday."
    	"It's not your fault, Chris," Megan said in a soft, broken voice,
    trying to assure me. "It had nothing to do with you. Brad was teasing
    me about my size again, and I just sort of lost it."
    	"Well, it started with you defending Tony and me, which I thank
    you for, by the way."
    	"Sure, any time," Megan said, perking up a little. "And I'm
    grounded for a week, too, that sucks."
    	"Yeah, I know," I said. "What happened to Brad?"
    	"He's just got study hall the rest of the week," Megan said. I
    could tell she was disappointed that he didn't get more than this.
    	"So, how did you like sleeping in your crib last night?" Megan
    asked me.
    	"I slept really nice, I didn't even want to get up," I said.
    	"I bet you look cute all diapered up in your crib like a little
    boy," Megan said. I could feel my dick getting hard as I listened to
    Megan talk. I started rubbing the front of my diaper.
    	"Yeah, that's what my sisters say," I said. I wanted to hear
    Megan talk to me some more as I was starting to get excited, but then
    she had to cut it short.
    	"Oh shit!" Megan shouted. "My mom's home and I'm not supposed to
    talk to anyone on the phone! See you later, bye!"
    	Megan then abruptly hung up the phone. I went into my room-- or
    was it to be called my nursery?-- and closed the door. I got up into my
    crib and lay down in it. Megan really got me started when she started
    telling me how she wished she could change my diapers and put me in my
    crib every night like I was her little brother. I had to finish off
    this fantasy, so I feverishly jerked off and then relaxed while I
    savored the sensation.
    	A few minutes later, Lisa came into my room.
    	"I can still hear you when you do that in your crib, you know,"
    Lisa said to me. "Just thought I'd let you know."
    	"Thanks," I said, embarrassed that she knew what I was doing.
    	I felt tired after the day I had at school, so I continued to lie
    in my crib. I just couldn't get over how soft and comfortable it was to
    lie in! While I didn't mean to fall asleep, I did, and I ended up
    taking an hour-long nap. It gave Lisa and Cindy a good opportunity to
    snap some pictures of me in my diapers while in my new crib, actually
    sleeping. Since I didn't have the covers over me my diapers were in
    full view. They confessed to doing this after I woke back up and told
    me while checking the condition of my diapers for the tracking log. No
    doubt they got some good pictures of my well-padded butt as this seemed
    to be their favorite way of photographing me.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 18
    ---------------------------

    	The rest of the week passed without much incident. On Friday Mr.
    Jenkins called to order the assembly that he told us about. He
    delivered a very stern warning to us regarding hazing and hitting. I
    was worried that he would specifically address the fact that some of us
    wear diapers, but this was never mentioned.
    	It was nice to not have to deal with Chuck and Steve at school,
    at least for now as they were on suspension for their little diapered-
    butt-baring stunt. On the other hand, I still felt bad about Megan also
    getting suspended, but enjoyed knowing that she cared about Tony and me
    enough to defend us against the others at school. Tony and I looked
    forward to the weekend as usual, but this time, we expected things to
    be more fun as we would be having the first sleepover in my newly
    decorated "nursery."
    	Tony's mother dropped him off at my house at about 6:30. Tony
    didn't have his pants on when he showed up, but he did pack them in his
    bag just in case he needed them for anything. Dad had just gotten home
    from work at about that time. He hadn't talked to me since I had gone
    to bed last night, so he asked me how I slept in my new crib.
    	"I slept great," I said.
    	"You'd better like it," my father said. "Because it's staying
    there, at least until you move out on your own, which won't be for
    several years, I imagine."
    	"I like it, Dad, I really do," I said. "Thank you."
    	"I'm glad you like it, Chris," my Dad said. "Because if you
    didn't, we're not putting it back the way it was before."
    	"I can't wait to see what it's like to sleep in Chris' crib,"
    Tony said to my father, sounding excited about this.
    	"I reinforced it to make sure it could handle both you boys being
    in it at the same time," my father said. I didn't know if he meant that
    he reinforced it for the weight capacity, or the fact that Tony and I
    would likely engage in vigorous masturbatory activity at the same time.
    He was a boy once, too, so I'm sure he understood my feelings at my
    age, but still, it embarrassed me that he was so unsubtle about such
    things.
    	I hadn't really thought much about what dinner would be and I
    assumed that Mom would either have us order a pizza as usual, or she
    would make something quick and easy. Since she wasn't in the kitchen, I
    assumed that we would be having pizza. Then I noticed that Mom came out
    of the bedroom looking more dressed-up than usual, and I could smell
    her perfume. I heard Dad showering in the bathroom.
    	"Where are you and Dad going tonight?" I asked Mom.
    	"Didn't I tell you, Chris?" my Mom asked me.
    	"Tell me what?" I asked.
    	"Oh, well, I guess I didn't tell you, Chris. You weren't home the
    night I told the girls, I guess," my Mom said. "Your father and I are
    going to a banquet for his company tonight, so you kids will be on your
    own."
    	"Oh, okay," I said.
    	After Mom and Dad had taken off for the evening, Tony and I were
    wondering what we would be having for dinner. With Mom being gone with
    Dad, I assumed that Lisa would just call for pizza as she usually did.
    Tony and I went up to her to ask her if we were having pizza.
    	"Actually, I'm going to make dinner," Lisa said.
    	"You, Lisa?" I asked her. "As in cook dinner?"
    	"Yes, *me*, Chris," Lisa said defensively.
    	"I didn't know you could cook," I said to Lisa naively.
    	"Well, I can, so you'd better like what I make tonight."
    	"And I'm helping her," Cindy added. "So I'm saying you'd better
    like it, too."
    	"Okay, but what are we having?" I asked.
    	Lisa and Cindy then started giggling, trying to suppress it. It
    was that familiar laugh that Cindy and Lisa gave whenever they had some
    silly idea to use on me and Tony.
    	"You'll find out," Lisa said.
    	"You guys were laughing," I said. "I wanna know what's up. What
    are you going to make us eat?"
    	"We're gonna eat it, too," Cindy said.
    	"It's not anything weird or gross," Lisa said. "Just go play on
    the computer, or go play in your nursery. I'll call you diaper-butt
    boys out when it's ready."
    	Lisa then gave Cindy a list of things to buy at the store and she
    left for a few minutes. Tony and I played with my various toys and some
    games on the computer. We had both wet and messed our diapers during
    that time. Tony was sitting across from me as he was squatted down on
    the floor putting some Legos together. I was looking at his crotch and
    after hearing him far, I watched the crotch of his diaper bulge out as
    he filled his diapers. I could smell the fresh odor, which blended with
    the stink of my own soiled diapers. I could see that his diaper had
    already swollen from being wet, and when he turned around and stuck his
    butt in my face to show me what he had done in his diaper it was
    evident from behind that he had pooped his diaper, too. Even though he
    changed his own diapers regularly, he always liked it when Lisa or
    Cindy changed him. He got up and went out to the kitchen to ask one of
    my sisters to change him.
    	A moment later, Cindy came into my room with Tony and she had him
    go up on the changing table. She stripped off his dirty diaper and
    tossed it into the bucket along with his soaked diaper doublers. She
    then cleaned him up and filled the pail with several wipes, all of them
    thoroughly covered with poop by the time she was done. Tony had a big
    hard-on as I expected and he was enjoying getting his nuts wiped clean.
    	Cindy then went into Tony's bag to retrieve a clean diaper and
    some doublers.
    	"I see you brought a good supply of diapers, Tony," Cindy said to
    him. "You never know when you might need them."
    	"That's true," Tony said. There was something odd about the way
    Cindy said that to Tony, but I figured I was just feeling too
    suspicious overall. I had heard Lisa and Cindy giggling out in the
    kitchen the whole time we were playing. But then, they always did this.
    	Cindy then diapered Tony back up and she made some notes in his
    diaper changing log that he had brought along. She also checked my
    diapers to see how they were doing. Seeing that I was okay, she left me
    alone and noted her observations in my tracking log. Cindy then left
    the room to dispose of Tony's old diaper and to wash her hands.
    	"Did you happen to see what they were making for dinner?" I asked
    Tony.
    	"There were two pots on the stove, and an empty can of baked
    beans, one of those big family size' cans. That's all I remember seeing
    while I was out there."
    	After a few minutes had passed, Lisa came to my bedroom to tell
    Tony and me that dinner was ready.
    	Tony and I went into the kitchen. We were surprised at what Lisa
    and Cindy had prepared for dinner. In addition to the baked beans that
    Tony had told me about, they also cooked up a turkey breast and some
    rolls. Tony and I were also given our milk in baby bottles.
    	"Well, sit down, boys," Lisa said as she pulled out our chairs.
    We took our spots at the table and watched as Lisa filled each of our
    plates with the food. They really piled on the beans and filled over
    half of the large plates with them.
    	Lisa and Cindy sat across from us and we all ate together.
    	"How's the food?" Lisa asked me.
    	"It's good," I said. "Honestly, it is."
    	"Glad you like it, there's plenty more," Lisa said.
    	After Tony and I finished off what was on our plates, Lisa and
    Cindy each gave us another portion, this time with more beans than
    before. I noticed that when the girls filled their own plates a second
    time, they served themselves smaller portions of beans and took them
    from a smaller pan.
    	Tony and I were both hungry and we kept eating until we were
    full, just barely finishing off all the beans and turkey that were
    served.
    	"You boys are going to get the farts big time tonight," Lisa
    said.
    	"Oh yeah, what about you and Cindy? You ate some beans, too," I
    said.
    	"Yeah, but I made a separate portion for Cindy and me," Lisa
    said, "and I added Bean-o to it. As for *you* guys, well, let's just
    say you're going to stink up your diapers in more ways than one."
    	Tony and I went to the computer to play some games on it. While
    we were sitting there I could feel my body producing another load of
    poop, along with plenty of flatulence from all the beans that I ate.
    Then, while I was blasting away at spaceships on the computer screen I
    loaded my diapers some more and I launched my big bowel movement with a
    long and sustained fart, which my diapers could only do so much for
    muting the sound and the odor. My fart made bubbles in the pile of poop
    in my diapers. I felt these bubbles traveling up the channel of shit
    wedged into my butt crack. Tony also began farting, but he hadn't shit
    yet, so his fart came out loud and airy without any poop to obstruct
    it. His disposable diaper didn't work as effectively to retain the
    smell or the sound.
    	"You boys are going to be farting all night!" Lisa said as she
    heard me cut another juicy one into my diapers, along with some more
    poop.
    	"I suppose you're due for a change now," Lisa said as she waited
    for Tony and me to finish up our game. I then went into my room and got
    up on the changing table and let Lisa clean me up. I was quite a mess,
    and I even farted twice while Lisa was cleaning me up. Lisa winced at
    the sudden pungent odor from my farts, even though she was used to my
    poop stink.
    	After Lisa cleaned me up again she diapered me up very heavily,
    saying that I needed some extra diapers to filter out my farts and that
    the beans would likely make me and Tony poop more messily. By the time
    I got back to the computer, Tony had loaded his diapers again, and Lisa
    decided to change him at this time.
    	We decided to finish out the evening by watching a movie with the
    girls. We picked out a movie from our collection that we could all
    agree upon. While watching the movie, Tony and I kept farting from all
    the beans we ate and we smelled like we were in need of changing,
    though at this point, only our farts were accounting for the strong
    odor in the room. I had wet my diapers, though, as did Tony. We each
    had a baby bottle full of 7 Up to enjoy during the movie, which Cindy
    had refilled for each of us after about forty- five minutes. She also
    used this time to perform an hourly check of my diapers for mine and
    Tony's tracking logs.
    	About halfway into the movie I suddenly began to feel tired, as
    did Tony. Even the girls said that they were feeling a little sleepy
    and attributed it to the turkey that we had eaten. As far as I could
    tell, they weren't farting, however. As for Tony and I, however, our
    diapered butts continued to bellow out a smelly symphony of passing gas
    and stunk up the room some more. I nearly fell asleep, and as I almost
    did, I pooped into my diapers as my body relaxed itself some more and
    it was a soft, runny poop. I then woke up from the feel of the warm,
    fecal flow all around my buttocks, realizing that I had just soiled
    myself again. I continued to sit there with Tony, who had fallen asleep
    completely. He was resting his head on the arm of the couch as he was
    in a half-sitting, half-lying-down position.
    	Mom and Dad then came home and saw us all gathered around the TV.
    She could see that we were all tired.
    	"You kids better go to bed soon," my Mom said as she came up to
    us. She looked at Tony as he was lying there with his body limp. Mom
    could tell that he had wet his diaper when she turned the light on and
    saw his crotch all wet.
    	"Have the boys had their diapers changed?" Mom asked Lisa.
    	"Right before the movie started," Lisa said. "The boys drank a
    lot tonight, though."
    	"Yeah, Tony's soaking wet already," my Mom said. "How about your
    diapers, Chris? No telling what's underneath all that thick white
    padding!"
    	"I just pooped in them not too long ago," I said as I sat before
    Mom with my legs spread wide and my crotch exposed to show the full
    width of my diapers. I cut another long, wet, messy fart at that time,
    varying by almost an entire octave during its delivery.
    	"We had beans tonight," Lisa said, explaining why I farted so
    spectacularly. "Chris and Tony have been cutting the cheese all night."
    	"But we had Bean-o in mine and Lisa's beans, so you can blame all
    the smells on Chris and Tony," Cindy said.
    	"Well, since they're always the only ones in diapers, they're
    pretty much responsible for all the bad smells around this house," Mom
    said. "Cotton's litter box has nothing on your dirty diapers, Chris."
    	By this time, Tony had woken up again. We agreed that we were
    both tired and ready to go to bed. He and I went into my room, with
    Lisa offering to change Tony's diaper before going to bed. She took off
    his wet diaper and wiped him dry, then replaced it with another clean
    diaper from his bag. Lisa decided to put two diapers on him just to pad
    up his butt some more, and to make it more effective, she poked some
    holes in his first diaper with a pair of scissors on my desk. She also
    removed Tony's shirt for him as she knew he didn't wear one in bed.
    Lisa checked my diapers, too, as part of the hourly check that was, for
    the most part, being followed consistently to this point, though Lisa
    admitted that it was starting to get monotonous since my diapers
    rarely, if ever, showed any signs of leakage for being so thick. Even
    as much as I had pooped tonight, Lisa decided that I would be okay
    until morning.
    	Tony and I were both feeling excited about sharing my crib for
    the first time. Tony had heard me talk about how comfortable it was to
    sleep in, and while he had lay in it during after-school visits, he
    hadn't yet spent an entire night sleeping in my crib to enjoy its
    comfort. I got into my crib with him and lay down next to him. Lisa
    brought Cotton in with her and set him down at the foot of the crib,
    where he liked to sleep. Cotton had taken to my crib very well and
    liked sleeping in it with me, which he had done every night since I had
    gotten it. Lisa shut the gate and turned out the light and wished us
    both a good night.
    	While my crib was just big enough to hold both Tony and me, we
    were lying rather closely together. We were each lying on our backs,
    talking about what things we would be doing during the spring break
    that was coming up in about a week.
    	"We're going to Seattle to see my Aunt Rita and Uncle Frank, and
    my cousins Darren and Nancy," I said to Tony. Tony said that he was
    just staying home all week and he knew he would be bored without having
    me around to play with.
    	"How's Darren doing anyway?" Tony asked me.
    	"Doing fine," I said. "He's told me that he's met a couple
    friends who also wear diapers, so I hope to meet them while I'm there,"
    I said. "Darren's gone full-time diapers now, school and everything,
    and most of the time it's all he ever wears, just like me. His parents
    found out how much he likes to wear diapers and they were gonna try to
    get him to stop wearing them, and then they talked to my parents. They
    said, 'take our advice, don't fight it, just let him wear diapers to
    keep family peace.' So, I'm looking forward to seeing him, and I'm
    excited about going to Seattle, too."
    	Tony and I continued to talk about diaper-related matters, such
    as my cousin Darren, as we lay there in my crib. We didn't feel as
    tired now as we did when watching the movie. Both of us were still
    farting every couple of minutes and we were really starting to stink up
    my crib. It was enough to drive Cotton off of my crib, as I heard him
    meow and then hop up on my diaper changing table to sleep there
    instead. Things really smelled foul when I lifted the covers to air out
    the fart odors, plus the fact that I was feeling warm, with both Tony
    and I generating body heat and lying so closely to each other. The
    automated air freshener was doing little to abate the stench.
    	Tony had since then turned over on his side, facing away from me.
    I could feel his warm, shirtless back pressing up against my arms. His
    butt was pressing into the front of my diapers and my dick was hard
    from the sensation of our diapers rubbing up against each other. Tony
    must have liked this, too, as he began playing with himself.
    	Suddenly, Tony stopped jerking himself and he let out another
    big, wet load of poop in his diapers. I could feel the vibration in my
    diapers from the force at which he farted and pooped out his stools.
    With the covers halfway off of us, I could barely see his white
    diapered derriere in what little light there was in my room. I looked
    at Tony's butt, knowing that it was now covered in shit beneath his
    diaper. I then began rubbing myself, too, unable to resist the urge. In
    doing so, my hands were snugly wedged between the front of my diapers
    and Tony's diapered behind. I could feel and hear the poop squishing
    around underneath his diaper. I found this activity to be quite
    intensely arousing, as did Tony.
    	"Rub my butt some more," Tony said to me. I complied with his
    request, not that I objected or had any reservations about doing it, of
    course. I put one hand on his behind and kept my other hand on my
    diaper. I felt his poop squishing around as I stuck my hand down
    towards his crotch and teased his balls. While I was doing this, I
    loaded my diapers some more, expelling a very juicy fart along with the
    big, wet shit that I had just produced. Tony asked me if he could rub
    my butt, too. I felt silly letting him do it, but we were both so horny
    now it was unbelievable.
    	"Let's do it at the same time," I suggested. We figured the best
    way to do this was to face each other and put our arms around each
    other's abdomens and then put our hands on each other's behinds and rub
    them. It was awkward and uncomfortable, but at the same time, very
    pleasing. Our legs were interlocked and my pee-soaked diaper crotch was
    rubbing up against his, also soaked heavily in fresh, warm piss. I
    could hear the gels of his wet diaper squishing along with his poop as
    we felt each other's butts some more. Tony couldn't feel my poop as my
    diapers were much too thick, but he liked feeling my plastic pants all
    the bulky cotton diaper layers bunched together on me, and I was
    getting off on the feeling of having him squish my shit around inside
    my diapers. Tony also liked feeling all the pins stuck in the sides of
    my diapers. We were both smiling in each other's faces, knowing how
    much fun we were having.
    	Minutes later, he and I both orgasmed into our diapers, and at
    about the same time, too. It was the most intense ejaculation I had
    ever felt. It made me dizzy and I thought I was going to pass out from
    it. We were both very hot and sweaty and our bodies were weak and limp,
    so we lay there and relaxed while we caught our breaths.
    	I was having some afterthoughts about what I had just done with
    Tony. I couldn't believe that I had virtually engaged in sexual
    intercourse with my best friend. While our diapers had us far removed
    from direct genital contact, the activity was much the same. I
    dismissed the idea of it being *sex* sex, since our diapers were the
    basis of my arousal. On the other hand, the only time I ever got off on
    diapers was when it involved other boys wearing them.
    	The only time my diaper fantasies involved girls was when they
    changed my diapers and enjoyed seeing me in them and acknowledging my
    using them, making a point of the fact that they, being girls, don't
    wear diapers, just boys. While I figured this probably wasn't
    absolutely true, it seemed to me that most kids who wear diapers would
    be boys, that boys just seemed to be more inclined to wear diapers. My
    sisters did well to instill in me such a notion, one with which I was
    well satisfied.
    	I often substituted images of Megan for my sisters when I thought
    about all the times Lisa and Cindy changed my diapers and went around
    flaunting the fact that they don't wear diapers while I do. I also
    thought about having sex with Megan and some other girls at school I
    thought were cute. This led me back to pondering my confused feelings
    about my sexual orientation. I didn't think I was gay since I didn't
    want to have sex with other boys, but I liked to look at them in
    diapers and liked to think about other boys getting off on their own
    diapers and other boys' diapers. I got off on these thoughts much more
    than any girlie magazine could ever do for me.
    	Tony was having the same feelings as I was, so after a few
    minutes of waiting for the other shoe to drop, so to speak, we talked
    about this. We agreed to keep this episode between us a secret, a
    secret that would ultimately consummate our friendship. We didn't talk
    about whether or not we would do it again, but I had a good feeling
    this wouldn't be the last time we did it.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 19
    ---------------------------

    	Spring break had arrived! I was looking forward to the upcoming
    trip to Seattle and seeing cousin Darren at his house for the first
    time ever. We wouldn't be leaving until Wednesday evening, however, so
    the first few days were just spent at home doing the usual things. Tony
    and I played together a lot of the time. While most kids in the
    neighborhood played outside on the street, Tony and I mostly stayed
    indoors since Lisa and Cindy would not give me my pants until we were
    ready to leave on Wednesday. Tony and I had another sleepover the
    weekend beforehand and we pretty much did the same things that we
    usually did during a sleepover. I wasn't sure if Tony would want to do
    what we did last time and have me feel his poop-filled diaper butt
    while he felt mine, but I was hoping he would. When we got into the
    crib and got next to each other and felt each other's diapers rubbing
    up against each other it made us both so horny, and once again, we got
    off on the feel and the smell of our poopy diapers. That was the
    highlight of our weekend, but everything else was pretty much the same
    as before.
    	Wednesday afternoon had arrived at last. Both Mom and Dad were
    still at work, so Mom left Lisa in charge to make sure everyone had
    their bags packed and ready to go by the time she and Dad got home.
    Cindy had packed her stuff that morning and had since then gone over to
    Gina's house to spend the afternoon with her. Mom was due home in less
    than half an hour. At this time Lisa helped me pack my stuff. I wanted
    to take along some books to read as well as some paper and pens to draw
    or write, plus some photos and a couple videos of me in my diapers so
    that I could show them to Darren and his friends if I had the chance to
    meet them while I was visiting. I especially wanted Darren to see what
    my bedroom looked like now, so I made sure to pack some pictures and
    video of this. The pictures that Lisa and Cindy had taken of me while
    sleeping in my crib turned out really cute, I must admit.
    	I also included with my stuff a floppy disk with copies of all
    the diaper stories that I had written so that I could show them to
    Darren. He told me he had written some diaper stories, too and I
    couldn't wait to see what his stories were like. All of these things
    went into my duffel bag, along with my shirts and socks.
    	I still had all my diapers to pack and Lisa knew that I would
    need another large bag just for these alone. Lisa had a big duffel bag
    that she and Cindy had each used for summer camp outings, so she
    brought it into my room and set it down on the diaper changing table.
    Lisa then opened my diaper cabinet and began taking stacks of cloth
    diapers out from it, stuffing the bag full of diapers, packing as many
    of them into it as she could. She grabbed some plastic pants and the
    entire container of diaper pins along with the powder. Lisa was smiling
    as she stuffed the bag completely full.
    	"Do you think I need to take that many diapers with me?" I asked
    Lisa.
    	"Oh yeah, this is about how many you'll use in the time that
    we're gone," Lisa said, patting her hand on top of the bulging bag
    before zipping it shut, struggling to get the bag to close with all the
    diapers she had put into it.
    	Lastly, my carry-on bag was packed. Lisa put some disposable
    diapers in it for me to wear while traveling. I also put another book
    in there so that I could read it on the plane, though since it would be
    my first plane ride I would probably be staring out the window and
    watching things on the ground below pass by if I had a window seat. I
    also threw in my tape player headset along with a couple tapes. My
    jacket had also been packed in my carry-on. As Seattle was known for
    its rain I had a good feeling I would be needing it.
    	It hadn't occurred to me that my pants hadn't been packed yet, so
    I asked Lisa if she could get them.
    	"I was wondering when you'd ask about your pants, Chris," Lisa
    said to me.
    	"Well, I guess I don't think about wearing my pants much since I
    only wear them to school," I said. Lisa smiled at me as she looked at
    me standing before her in my thick, cloth diapers that I had been
    wearing since early morning. They were wet and full of shit and they
    badly needed to be changed again.
    	"So where are my pants?" I asked Lisa.
    	"I already packed them," Lisa replied.
    	"Where? I didn't see you pack them," I told her.
    	"I put them in the bottom of your big diaper bag when I got it
    from my room. I grabbed your pants from my room and I put them in the
    bag before I brought it in here."
    	"Are you sure?" I asked as I looked at the bulging bag. I started
    to unzip it, causing some of the diapers on the top to pop out. Lisa
    then brushed my hands away from the bag, stuffed the loose diapers back
    down in it and zipped it shut again.
    	"Your pants are in there, Chris, trust me," Lisa said.
    	"You do realize that I need them *now*," I said as I pointed to
    my fully exposed diapers. "I can't go on the plane in just my diapers."
    	"Sure you can!" Lisa said. I knew she was kidding, but I was
    taken aback by her statement, anyway.
    	"You can wear your shorts," Lisa suggested.
    	"You mean those big ones that mom bought for me at the mall? The
    ones that only fit over my cloth diapers?" I asked. "I can't wear
    those, I'm going to be in a disposable diaper, right?"
    	"You'll have to find some way to keep them pulled up," Lisa
    suggested. "Maybe bunch up the side and then pin it with one of your
    diapers pins."
    	"Nah," I said, thinking about how silly this would look. I had to
    think of something, then it occurred to me that maybe I could borrow
    some shorts from Tony, even though I knew he didn't have very many
    pairs of shorts or pants, either. We were going to stop by Tony's house
    on our way to the airport to give him the key to our house. He was
    going to come over every day to feed Cotton and play with him as well
    as take in the mail and the newspapers and rotate the lights each night
    to create the impression that someone was home. At that time I would
    pick up some shorts from him when I gave him the key. I told Lisa what
    I had planned.
    	"It's up to you," Lisa said.
    	I gave Tony a call to ask him if he could have a pair of shorts
    or pants ready to give to me when I showed up later. He said he would
    try to find a pair but wasn't sure what he had other than his only pair
    of pants and one other pair of shorts.
    	Mom then came home, having picked up Cindy from Gina's house on
    her way, and asked me if I had everything ready. I showed her the three
    bags that had been packed.
    	"Okay, good," Mom said. "What's in the big bag?" Mom asked.
    Apparently, she wasn't too surprised to see that I was taking so much
    with me, mainly, the supply of diapers. Mom picked up the two smaller
    bags and took them out to the car.
    	"Have Lisa change you into a disposable diaper and get your pants
    on," Mom said to me. "Dad's going to be home shortly and we need to
    take off right away. We'll be on a tight schedule between here and the
    airport."
    	Lisa then had me get up on the changing table, where she stripped
    off my wet and poopy diapers. She dropped them in the pail and cleaned
    me up. While Lisa was doing this, Mom came back in the room to get my
    large bag that mostly contained my diapers.
    	"I assume this is all your diapers, Chris," my Mom said as she
    picked up the big bag. "I never realized they all weighed this much!"
    Lisa started snickering as she finished wiping my butt clean. She then
    grabbed a disposable diaper and some doublers and put them on me. Lisa
    noted my diaper change in the tracking log and then realized that we
    would also have to take it with us, as observations would be recorded
    while I was at my Aunt Rita's and Uncle Frank's house. She ran it out
    to the car and put it in my carry-on bag.
    	"Can you get Chris his pants, please?" Mom asked Lisa.
    	"They're already packed," Lisa said. Mom rolled her eyes and
    sighed.
    	"He's going to need to wear something over his diaper," my Mom
    said to Lisa.
    	"I told him he could wear his shorts," Lisa said.
    	"Those won't fit, Lisa," my Mom said. "I only bought those for
    Chris to wear out of the mall that day he got his shorts stolen from
    him in the bathroom."
    	"You mean *my* shorts," Lisa stated.
    	"Whatever," Mom said. "He needs to get dressed!"
    	"It's okay, Mom," I told her. "Tony said he'd have some shorts
    ready for me when we stopped by to drop off the house key."
    	"You'd better hope so," my Mom said. "Otherwise, you'll be
    boarding the plane just like that," she said, pointing out that all I
    had on was my shirt and a disposable diaper, additionally padded up
    with doublers in the front, of course.
    	"I suppose if I had to, I could wear my jacket, since it would
    come down far enough to cover my diapers," I said.
    	"It's up to you, Chris," my Mom said. "Just as long as Tony has
    some shorts for you."
    	"I called him; he said he'd have some," I told Mom.
    	Lisa then came out of my room carrying the bucket full of my
    dirty diapers, taking them to the laundry room.
    	"You should have changed him out of his cloth diapers earlier,"
    my Mom said. "That way you could have had his diapers washed and dried
    before we left. You don't have time to do that now."
    	"I guess I didn't think about that," Lisa said. "I can't just
    leave them sitting here stinking up the house."
    	"Yeah, do, do leave Chris' dirty diapers out," Cindy said with a
    smile. "The smell will keep the burglars away, that's for sure!" Cindy
    joked.
    	"Just wash his diapers for now, Lisa, and then when we go to
    Tony's house to give him the key to the house, we can tell him to move
    the diapers into the dryer," Mom said. "He'll have to stay at the house
    while the dryer's running. They've been known to cause fires, you
    know."
    	The car's trunk and the back seat was loaded with everyone's
    baggage. Cotton's litter box had been changed and he had fresh food and
    water. We were just waiting on Dad to come home from work now.
    Everybody was ready to leave except for the fact that I was still in
    just my diaper, hoping that Tony would have a pair for me. All we could
    do was just sit around and watch the TV and wait anxiously. Dad was
    running late.
    	"C'mon, Robert, we got a plane to catch," mom mumbled nervously
    while looking at her watch. Mom looked at me and saw that I was still
    in my diapers.
    	"Are you sure Tony is going to have some shorts for you?" my Mom
    asked me.
    	"He said he'd look for some," I said.
    	"Better call him again to make sure," mom sighed. "If he doesn't
    have them, then get your other shorts, I don't care if you have to hold
    them up while walking through the airport."
    	I went to the phone and gave Tony a call. While I was dialing and
    waiting for someone to pick up, Mom said, "Keep it short, in case Dad
    needs to call and explain why he's running late."
    	Kara answered the phone, so I asked her for Tony.
    	"He's changing his diapers right now," Kara said. "He'll be right
    out."
    	I stood there and waited for Tony. While I was standing there, I
    wet into my diaper. Cindy pointed out that I had done so as she
    observed the stripes on my diaper changing color.
    	"I've never seen your disposable diapers do that before," Cindy
    said. "They're always already wet by the time me or Lisa takes your
    pants off and changes you out your disposables."
    	Finally, Tony answered and I told him that I needed to find out
    if he had found me some shorts.
    	"Yeah, I do," Tony said, though he sounded somewhat dubious about
    it. I asked him if the shorts were any good.
    	"They might be too small," he said. "But I think they'll fit you,
    as long as you're in a disposable diaper, of course."
    	"Sound good," I said. "I guess I'll try them on when I get
    there."
    	"If we have time," Mom said, still sitting in her recliner.
    	"Clear the line, Chris; Dad may be trying to call," Mom said.
    	"Well, gotta go, see you in a little bit," I said to Tony as I
    hung up the phone.
    	Dad finally pulled into the driveway. We went out to the car and
    greeted him.
    	"You're running, late, honey," my Mom said to my Dad.
    	"Yes, I know that, dear," my Dad grumbled. "It was another one of
    those damn 'last-minute-meetings!'" Dad said, saying the last part in a
    mocking tone of voice. I almost laughed, but I knew Dad wouldn't
    appreciate it.
    	"They knew damn well I was leaving for Seattle tonight. It was a
    stupid meeting, too. It could have easily waited until tomorrow, and it
    wasn't even that important, but nooooo!"
    	"Kids, get in the car, we're going now!" my Mom said while she
    went into the house with my Dad so that he could change out of his
    stuffy work attire.
    	"What the hell is Chris doing in just his diaper?" my Dad asked
    my Mom. "He needs to get dressed now!"
    	"He's going to borrow a pair of shorts from Tony when we stop by
    there on the way to the airport," my Mom said while trying to relax my
    father.
    	"Whatever," Dad said as he shrugged. I heard Mom continue
    explaining the matter while she went into the house with Dad. Mom and
    Dad then came out of the house a couple minutes later. Dad had changed
    into his casual clothes and we were on our way to the airport at last.
    	We went to Tony's house first. As usual, there were other kids
    playing outside and would see me in just my diaper. I knew that we were
    running short on time, but I hesitated as I sat there holding the key
    that I was to give to Tony.
    	"Go, Chris!" my Mom said as she turned around and looked at me
    staring out the window at the other kids playing. "They've seen you in
    your diapers before!"
    	I had to get out on the side of the car facing the street, so the
    other kids would see me in my diapers as I did. They started laughing
    as they watched me trot across the front lawn on the way to the front
    door of Tony's house. They got a good view of my diapered butt when I
    dropped the key in the grass and bent down to retrieve it.
    	"Shit!" I grumbled as I rooted around in the grass to look for
    it. While I was bent over I heard a girl whistling, then shouting "nice
    butt!"
    	Mom rolled the window down and shouted, "Remember to tell Tony
    about the dryer!"
    	Tony then came to the door, dressed in just his T-shirt and
    diaper. I handed him the key and told him about moving my diapers to
    the dryer when he went over to the house.
    	"Okay," he said. "Here's your shorts."
    	"Thanks," I said. I looked at them, remembering what they had
    looked like when Tony wore them while they were new. The leg openings
    were frayed and they did look a little small. I decided to try them on,
    so I unfolded them and started to put my foot into one of the leg
    openings.
    	"Chris! You can put them on in the car!" my Mom shouted.
    	"I gotta go," I said. "See you when I get back."
    	"Have fun!" Tony said as I ran back to the car.
    	I got back into the car and Dad took off before I even had the
    door all the way shut. Dad was really gunning it now. We entered the
    main street and were faced with traffic, causing Dad to complain.
    	"It's as if these people knew we were on our way to the airport,"
    Dad complained. I just ignored him and tried to put my shorts on in the
    car. I got them on most of the way, but by the time they got about
    halfway over my diapers, there was some resistance.
    	"Uh oh," I said. "These shorts are too small."
    	"Not much you can do about that now," my Mom said. I couldn't get
    the shorts up while I was sitting, so I had to stand up in the back
    seat while bent over. Dad got onto the freeway and was passing a line
    of slower cars in the next lane. I wondered what they thought of me
    unintentionally mooning them as I pressed my diapered butt up against
    the back window.
    	I couldn't get the shorts to pull up, so Cindy, who was sitting
    next to me, helped. She pulled them up a little farther, but the top
    two inches of my diaper was still exposed.
    	"That's as good as I can do, I'm afraid," Cindy said. Lisa looked
    at me and snickered. I tried pulling the shorts up some more, but they
    were not going to go any higher. Resigning myself to the realization
    that I would have to walk through two airports like this, I dwelled on
    the embarrassment that I had yet to face. Just when I thought that this
    was bad enough, Cindy said, "We got another problem."
    	"What?" I asked.
    	Cindy stuck her hand behind me, and then I felt her fingers
    rubbing up against the surface of my diapers. I could tell from the way
    her fingers felt that they were not rubbing up against the fabric of
    the shorts and that I could feel the tension of the shorts pulling on
    me as she inserted her entire hand into what turned out to be a nice,
    straight rip along the seam of the back of the shorts.
    	"What's the matter?" Mom asked.
    	"There's a hole in the butt of Chris' shorts," Cindy said. I felt
    my face reddening.
    	"Shit!" I thought.
    	"Mom! Cindy said 'butt hole'", Lisa mocked-tattled.
    	"That doesn't count, Lisa," Cindy said. "I said 'hole', and then
    'butt', not 'butt' and then 'hole.'"
    	"Kids, stop it!" my Dad said.
    	"Maybe they sell shorts at the gift shop," I suggested.
    	"Forget it, Chris," my Mom said. "They probably don't, and if
    they did, they'd charge an arm and a leg, and we don't have time to
    stop for anything."
    	Cindy then started giggling.
    	"What's so funny?" Mom asked her.
    	"You said an arm and a *leg*, get it? Shorts? Leg?"
    	Lisa then started giggling along with Cindy, and then added a
    line of her own.
    	"Yeah, we'd really take it in the shorts, huh?" Lisa said.
    	"All right, knock it off!" Dad said, obviously in no mood for
    humor. Neither was I, knowing that everyone in the airport would get to
    see a good portion of my diapered butt.
    	"They'll just think it's your underwear," my Mom said.
    	"If you look closely, you can definitely tell it's a diaper,"
    Cindy pointed out.
    	We got to the airport and Dad dropped us off at the curb, rushing
    us to get all our bags and to get them checked on the plane. Mom took
    my carry-on bag along with her own while I lugged the big bag of
    diapers and my other bag into the terminal building. Of course there
    was a line, which only added to the anxiety. I knew that no matter
    which way I faced, someone would see the big rip in the back of my
    shorts.
    	While I was standing there in line I felt a bowel movement coming
    on, and then, I let it rip, farts and all, likely catching the
    attention of the people behind us who had kids with them, of course.
    When I heard their little boy laughing, I had a good feeling that it
    was from me pooping in my diaper. I heard the older boy accusing him of
    farting.
    	"You really must have cut one, Tyler!" the other boy said.
    	"It wasn't me," the little boy said. I then heard him whispering.
    	"I think it's that kid in front of us. Look at his butt, his
    shorts are torn, and that looks like a diaper!"
    	"You're right, it is!" the other boy said. They started laughing
    together.
    	"I think he just took a crap in them," the older boy said.
    	By this time, Dad had come into the building carrying his
    luggage, waiting at the back of the line just as the rest of us had
    gotten up there. The man at the counter asked me if I packed my own
    bag.
    	"Actually, she did," I said, pointing to Lisa. She was then asked
    the remainder of the questions regarding the contents of the bag. We
    stood off to the side and waited for Dad to get his suitcase checked.
    	I felt the mess inside of my diaper pressing up against my butt
    and knowing I was in the airport wearing a poopy diaper, I wanted to be
    changed. I asked Lisa if she could change me.
    	"Mom, Chris needs his diaper changed," Lisa said.
    	"Change him on the plane," Mom said. "We don't have time."
    	"Eww!" Lisa said as she looked at my backside. She noted that my
    diaper was leaking and poop was running down my legs.
    	"He's starting to leak," Lisa said.
    	"You diapered him, didn't you?" Mom asked her.
    	"Yeah," Lisa replied. "Why?"
    	"You might have been in a hurry when you put his diaper on," Mom
    said.
    	"I made sure his diaper was good and tight like I always do,"
    Lisa said defensively. "I don't know what would cause his diaper to
    leak, but he does need to be changed soon."
    	Mom looked at her watch and then she looked up the board that
    listed the status of the flights.
    	"Well, you gotta really do it fast!" Mom said. Just as Lisa
    started to escort me to the nearest bathroom, Dad came out from the
    line and said, "okay, let's hurry!"
    	"Chris needs to be changed," my Mom said to Dad.
    	"We don't have time," my Dad said. "Let's go!"
    	Dad walked at a very brisk pace as we followed him towards the
    escalators that led up to the main concourse. It was hard to walk fast
    with a messy diaper, especially a leaky one with poop dripping down my
    legs.
    	I got on the escalator and looked behind me, trying to see what I
    looked like from behind with what little bit of reflection the metal
    surface of the escalator wall provided. All I could see was a blurry
    image of the cobalt blue fabric of the shorts with a very highly
    contrasting strip of white in the center. As the shorts were tight,
    there was no slack around the rip, thus, the split was wide open and
    exposing the diaper as much as it possibly could.
    	We got to the concourse and approached the metal detector.
    Because of the awkward way that I was walking from wearing my soiled
    diaper, the guard might have been suspicious that I was concealing
    something in my shorts. I knew that these people took no chances
    whatsoever. He ran the wand around my legs, probably getting a good
    look at the mess that was running down the inside of my thighs and
    catching a good whiff of the aroma of my poop-covered butt.
    	"Okay, sir, thank you," the guard said as he dismissed me. I
    watched him wincing and fanning his face afterwards, obviously offended
    by my poop odors.
    	Mom was the last of our family to pass through the security
    checkpoint. She still had my carry-on bag with her. After they ran it
    through the x-ray, they spotted something that warranted a visual
    check, so they zipped the bag open, pulling out my supply of diapers in
    full view of other passengers. In addition, he also pulled out the
    diaper change tracking log, whose cover prominently displayed the
    Thickies logo. Lisa and Cindy giggled as they watched, and then they
    jostled me. I was already embarrassed enough at this point. It turned
    out to be my tape player that caused the suspicious image on the X-ray
    screen, so after inspecting the bag, they let Mom through, and we were
    finally on our way to the gate.
    	As we walked through the concourse, there was a mirrored section
    on the wall. I stopped briefly to make a clearer self-examination of my
    appearance from behind. I could plainly see the big rip in the back of
    my diapers as well as the brown residue that had streaked down my legs.
    	"Chris!" Mom shouted. "Get your butt up here!"
    	I ran up to her and the rest of the family and met them at the
    gate.
    	"Made it!" my Dad said.
    	We barely had two minutes to sit down before the pre- boarding
    announcement was made. As I got up from my seat I could see that I had
    left behind a small puddle of liquid poop. The seat was plastic, so
    there was no fabric to absorb it. If it didn't dry out soon, the next
    unlucky soul who sat there was going to have an unwanted blemish on the
    back of his pants.
    	As if I wasn't already nervous from my diapered state being so
    conspicuous to everyone, as well as the way I had just used my diapers,
    getting onto the plane added to my anxiety even more. I wasn't sure
    what to experience when the plane took off. I did feel lucky to get a
    window seat, however. While waiting for takeoff I sat there and stared
    out the small window and watched the activity of the airport workers
    carting luggage and doing other things. I tried to ignore the way that
    my diaper was stinking up the air in what little space there was
    between my seat and the seat in front of me. Lisa was in the seat next
    to me, just barely able to squeeze her wide butt into it.
    	"You are really smelly, Chris!" Lisa said. "As soon as we can,
    I'm taking you into the bathroom to change your diaper."
    	While waiting for the last few passengers to get on the plane, I
    pooped my diaper some more. I knew for sure that I was going to really
    be a big mess. Just to make sure the seat stayed clean, Lisa had set
    the vomit bag on my seat for me to sit on.
    	The door closed and the jet's turbines were revving up some more.
    The plane then backed away from the terminal building and started
    taxiing out towards the runway. The pilot was making his spiel and the
    stewardess was demonstrating the ensuing safety lecture. I wasn't
    paying any attention, however, as I was so nervous about being on my
    first flight. I peed my diaper, adding to its already overused
    condition. Lisa was even holding my hand to try to keep me calmed.
    	The plane reached the end of the runway and then, with sudden
    acceleration, it ascended up into the sky. I had never traveled in
    anything that could move so fast as I felt the G-force pressing into my
    face. It was almost like a carnival ride. Once we were in the air I
    looked out the window and I could see the city of Boise below and the
    mountains just behind it. It was dusk and lights were starting to turn
    on. It was a nice view and I enjoyed it while I could see it. Soon the
    lights faded into the distance and only a few sparse points of light
    appeared here and there. I was still a little nervous, but I was
    feeling better now, just that my diaper was seriously in need of
    changing.
    	Once the plane had reached its cruising altitude and the seatbelt
    lights went off, Lisa escorted me out of my seat and back to the
    bathrooms. She asked me to hand her my carry-on bag. She pulled out a
    diaper and the tub of wipes.
    	"Can't we just take my whole bag back there?" I asked.
    	"We don't need it, now come on," Lisa said as she stood in the
    aisle took my hand.
    	I stuck my diapered butt in Cindy's face as we got out of the
    seats. I felt so funny walking past dozens of passengers while
    following my sister to the bathroom. We were up towards the front and
    had walked much of the length of the plane to get to the back. Seeing
    that Lisa was carrying a diaper, flashing it around in plain view of
    everyone along with the wipes, it was fairly obvious that Lisa was
    going to be changing my diaper. We drew a few stares from the
    passengers.
    	I knew that the onboard bathroom couldn't possibly be very big,
    but I figured it would at least be enough space to accommodate Lisa and
    me at the same time. The diaper changing table was only big enough to
    hold a toddler, so Lisa had to change me on the floor. Because Lisa was
    as big as she was and that I had to lie flat on my back, there was no
    way we could do this without leaving the door open. I was mortified
    upon realizing this.
    	I had no choice but to let Lisa take my shorts off and then my
    diaper, offering the passengers in the back rows a good show that they
    didn't expect to get when they bought their tickets. Most of them could
    only see Lisa's big butt sticking out in the aisle along with my bare
    legs, so they couldn't see my face, at least until I had gotten back
    up.
    	Lisa had a hard time getting my shorts to come off from over the
    thick, swollen diaper. As she pulled it away she realized what had
    caused it to leak.
    	"The tapes on this side must have come undone when you were
    trying to put your shorts on," Lisa said. She then remove the filthy
    diaper and set it aside. I looked up and saw her large chest and face
    in front of me with the lights above the aisle of the plane behind her.
    Her long hair was brushing up against my face and tickling it.
    	Lisa then wiped me up the best she could in such confining
    conditions. In addition to wiping my butt she also cleaned my legs off.
    She discarded the diaper and the wipes and then put the clean diaper on
    me. We didn't bother with the doublers for travel, and at this point,
    it was just as well. She put the diaper on me and taped it shut. She
    then slid my shorts up to where the diaper started to resist the
    shorts. Just as I expected, they didn't fit easily. She was also being
    careful not to accidentally rip open the tapes on the side of my
    diaper, for fear that it may leak again. She had me stand up to pull
    the shorts up as far as they would go.
    	"You'll need to change your shorts as soon as we get to Aunt
    Rita's and Uncle Frank's," Lisa said. Lisa then told me to wash my
    hands as I had touched the floor, and return to my seat. She would be
    right behind me after she washed hers.
    	As I headed back, I didn't look at a single person, but I could
    see in my peripheral vision that some of them were looking at me,
    knowing that I had just gotten a diaper change from an older girl that
    most of them would presume was my sister.
    	It felt good to have a clean, dry diaper on again. I located my
    seat and again, stuck my rear into Cindy's face.
    	"At least your diaper's clean this time, Diaper Butt," Cindy said
    to me as she patted the diaper-exposed portion of my rump while I
    scooted by her. I sat down and looked out the window, seeing only
    clouds and twilight in the distance. I pulled out my tape player and
    put on my headphones and relaxed during the remainder of the flight.
    Lisa then returned to her seat. She clicked on the light above her seat
    and pulled my diaper change log out of my bag. She did some rather
    extensive writing this time. The in-flight meal-- a can of soda and a
    bag of peanuts-- was served shortly afterwards. Just as the flight
    seemed like it had started and I had gotten settled into my seat, the
    pilot announced that we were beginning our descent into Seattle, as it
    was only about a one-hour flight from Boise.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 20
    ---------------------------

    	I watched out the window of the plane as we headed towards
    Seattle. It was dark now, and all I could see were patches of lights
    from the city below through the holes in the clouds. As the plane got
    lower, I could see the traffic on the freeway. The streets reflected
    the lights from being wet from the rain. Lisa was also watching out my
    window. We enjoyed the aerial view of Seattle as we touched down on the
    runway. As I nervously anticipated the landing, I wet into my diaper.
    	Several minutes later, the plane had stopped at the gate and we
    got up and walked up to the front of the plane to exit. Lisa had walked
    behind me as we filed out of the plane. She noted that the rip in the
    back of my shorts had become even larger, sticking her hand in it just
    to demonstrate it.
    	"Don't touch it," I said. "You might rip it some more."
    	"It can't be ripped much more, Chris," Lisa said. "Heck, you
    might as well not even be wearing them since half your butt is showing
    now, your diapered butt, that is."
    	As I walked up the ramp that led into the terminal I thought
    about how once again I would be amid hundreds, thousands of people--
    albeit strangers-- many of whom would see that my ripped shorts were
    exposing my "underwear" rather prominently, and those who were close
    enough or observant enough would see that I was actually wearing a
    diaper.
    	We entered the terminal building, where dozens of people around
    us were either waiting to board or waiting to pick up those of us who
    were getting off the plane. Mom looked through the crowd and spotted
    Aunt Rita and Uncle Frank as they waved to us. Nancy and Darren were
    with them, of course. Uncle Frank gave me a bear hug and a firm
    handshake. Aunt Rita showed more affection as she held me and kissed
    me.
    	"How's the *other* diaper boy?" she asked me. Her comment seemed
    to indicate that Darren was often referred to as "diaper boy." I looked
    around to see if anyone heard Aunt Rita say that. There was so much
    noise and commotion that nobody around us seemed to notice or care.
    	I went down the line and gave Nancy a hug. I could tell she
    wanted to feel my diapers to make sure I was wearing them, as she put
    her hands around my waist and patted my behind. As I turned around and
    went towards Darren, Nancy noticed the big rip in the back of my
    shorts.
    	"Your shorts are ripped," Nancy said. "And your diaper's really
    showing, too!"
    	This time somebody noticed when Nancy said this. It was a middle-
    aged man who looked down at my butt, made a double-take, and then moved
    on.
    	"Why is Chris wearing shorts?" Aunt Rita asked my Mom.
    	"It's a long story," my Mom said. "I'll explain later."
    	"They look a tad small," Uncle Frank said. "No wonder they ripped
    on you, boy!"
    	"They were already ripped," I said to Uncle Frank.
    	"So why did you wear them?"
    	"It's all I had to wear before we left," I said. I knew Mom would
    explain it to him eventually, so I didn't get into it and instead moved
    on to greet Darren. He came up to me and gave me the high-five.
    	"How'ya doin' cousin!" Darren said cheerfully.
    	"Doin' all right," I said. "Just got off my first airplane flight
    ever."
    	"How was it?" he asked.
    	"I was a little nervous, but I liked it," I said. "It was fun. I
    liked looking at the city when we landed."
    	Darren and I hadn't seen each other in almost two years, and
    while we had written letters back and forth, we still had a lot of
    things to catch up on. Before we left the gate, Mom suggested that I
    put my jacket on so that it would cover up the rip in the butt of my
    shorts and my exposed diaper.
    	"Yeah, get your jackets on, kids," Uncle Frank said to me and my
    sisters. "You're in Seattle now, and yes, it's raining."
    	As we walked down the long concourse, I looked around and noticed
    that hardly anybody had shorts on, so even with my jacket draped over
    my backside, my bare legs were sure to stand out among the others. I
    walked behind Darren and I could hear his diaper crinkling beneath his
    jeans, and from the way he was walking, I had a feeling that he had
    pooped in his diaper. I confirmed this with more certainty when I
    detected an odor.
    	"Where's a bathroom?" Lisa asked.
    	"Right over here," Uncle Frank directed her to the restrooms.
    "We'll wait for you out here."
    	"I gotta go, too," Cindy said as she followed Lisa into the
    women's restroom.
    	"You need to be changed, Darren?" Uncle Frank asked his son.
    	"I'll be okay until we get home," Darren said.
    	"We're not going straight home," Aunt Rita said to Darren. "We're
    going out to eat first, so you'd better be changed if you need it, and
    from the smell of it, you do."
    	Aunt Rita reached into her purse and pulled out a diaper. She
    handed it to Nancy, who then escorted Darren into the women's restroom.
    	"So Darren still doesn't get to change his own diapers, Aunt
    Rita?" I asked her.
    	"Nope, after we found out how much Darren liked wearing diapers
    and tried to get him to stop, we agreed, as a family, that we'd let him
    wear them, but he must leave it to someone else to change him, and
    usually Nancy changes him. She's gotten used to handling his dirty
    diapers and wiping his butt all the time."
    	I stood with the adults and waited for the three girls to come
    out of the bathroom, along with Darren. While waiting, I watched a girl
    come out and say, "There was a boy in there!" to her father.
    	"Well, some girls do look like boys, you know," the man said.
    	"No, this was definitely a boy," she said. "He was wearing a
    diaper, too!"
    	A minute or so later Darren came out of the bathroom with his
    diaper freshly changed. He looked embarrassed about having been in the
    women's restroom.
    	"That's him," the girl said to her father.
    	"Definitely a boy," the father said.
    	Lisa, Cindy and Nancy all came out of the bathroom at the same
    time, giggling like they always did whenever they got together.
    	"How's your diaper, Chris?" Cindy asked me.
    	"Just wet," I said. "I can wait."
    	"You sure?" she asked me. "You sure you don't want to go into the
    girls' room to get changed?"
    	"Wait until he poops, Cindy," my Mom said. "He may be good until
    we get to your Uncle Frank's and Aunt Rita's place, and then you can
    cloth diaper him for the night."
    	I was glad to hear this since I didn't want to be dragged into
    the women's restroom, even though I didn't know anybody where I was. We
    continued to walk down the long concourse, much longer than anything I
    ever saw in Boise's airport. We went down the escalator to the baggage
    claims. While on the escalator I looked behind me to see how well my
    jacket was covering the opening in the back of my shorts. I figured I
    was okay as long as I didn't have to bend over for anything.
    	We got to the baggage claim and waited for our luggage to come
    off the conveyor and onto the carousel. Uncle Frank and Darren had
    moved on to get the car. I watched for my duffel bag that I normally
    used for sleepovers at Tony's house, and of course, the big army green
    duffel bag that contained all my diapers. The small bag came early, but
    it took forever for the other bag to materialize. Meanwhile, Lisa and
    Cindy each grabbed their bags, along with Mom and Dad.
    	"Does everybody have their bags?" Uncle Frank asked.
    	"Nope, we're still waiting on Chris' diaper bag," Lisa said out
    loud, drawing some stares. If any of them were thinking they would have
    had to wonder why a diaper bag would be so big that it would have to be
    checked in. Other passengers grabbed their bags and the crowd thinned
    with only a few of us still waiting. Finally, the big, green bag
    appeared.
    	"There it is," Lisa said.
    	"That's Chris' diaper bag?" Aunt Rita asked my Mom, surprised by
    how big it was. "It looks like he's got enough in there to hold all his
    worldly possessions."
    	"Good thing we only had to bring a four-day supply of diapers for
    Chris," my Mom said. "Otherwise we'd have had to check it on board as
    freight."
    	"That's only for four days worth of diapers?" Nancy asked Lisa as
    she watched her lift the heavy bag off the carousel.
    	"You've seen Chris in his diapers, Nancy," Lisa said. "You know
    how many diapers he likes to wear at a time."
    	"Yeah, that'd explain why you had to use such a big bag to carry
    them all," Nancy said.
    	"Here you go, Chris," Lisa said as she handed the big bag to me.
    "They're your diapers, you can lug them around."
    	I didn't realize how heavy my diapers were until I had to carry
    my bag of them for a couple hundred feet. Everyone else was walking
    ahead of me, each carrying their own single suitcases along with their
    carry-ons.
    	"Wait up!" I said.
    	"Lisa, go give your brother a hand with his diaper bag," I heard
    my Mom say to her. Lisa then came back to me and handed me her
    suitcase. It was lavender with orchid patterns embroidered all over it.
    	"Trade ya!" Lisa said, handing me her suitcase as well as her
    purse.
    	"No thanks," I said. No way in hell was I going to get caught
    carrying Lisa's stuff!
    	"Okay, then can you keep up with us?" Lisa asked.
    	"I think so," I said as I bent over to pick up the bag.
    	"Your diaper's showing," Lisa said to me as she saw my jacket
    ride up high enough to let the seat of my torn shorts show. I just
    ignored her and picked up my bag.
    	"How much further do we have to go?" I asked.
    	"Right here," Aunt Rita said as she pointed to some doors that
    led out to the parking area. "Your Uncle Frank went to get the car and
    he'll be right down to pick us up at the curb."
    	We waited outside the airport building, watching the rain come
    down as we stood beneath the eaves. I watched several cars go by on the
    drive, not even sure of what to watch for since I hadn't seen what
    Uncle Frank's new car looked like. I wet my diaper again and I felt it
    starting to get full in the front as well as heavy. I didn't have any
    diaper doublers so I knew I was not diapered with as much capacity for
    wetness as I was used to when I wore disposables.
    	"There he is," Aunt Rita said. He pulled up to the curb and
    popped the trunk open from inside the car.
    	Lisa took my diaper bag and heaved it into the trunk. In doing
    so, she exaggerated its weight by grunting and panting as she made the
    bag look as if it weighed a lot more than it did.
    	"Hnnnnghhh...hnnnnnnnnnghhh.....hnnnggghh.......yah! Whew!" Lisa
    said as she hoisted the bag into the trunk of the car. Nancy and Cindy
    were laughing.
    	"Is your diaper bag really that heavy?" Darren asked me.
    	"Pretty close!" Lisa answered for me as she feigned exhaustion.
    She threw in her bags and everyone else put theirs in the trunk as
    well.
    	"How are we all going to ride in your car?" I asked Uncle Frank.
    	"I drove, too," Aunt Rita said. "We'll split up and go in
    separate vehicles, so you wanna ride with me or your Uncle Frank?"
    	"Who are you riding with, Darren?" I asked him.
    	"I came with my Dad," he said. With this I decided I would ride
    with Uncle Frank and be with Darren. My parents also rode with him. The
    girls all opted to go with Aunt Rita, so they took off with her and
    followed her to the parking garage. It was nice to not listen to their
    constant giggling and laughter for at least a few minutes. I had to
    feel sorry for Aunt Rita because of this, though.
    	We headed out of the airport and then got onto Interstate 5 and
    headed towards downtown Seattle. I could see the lights of the distant
    skyscrapers through the rainy haze. Like the city and the airport, the
    freeway was bigger and busier than what I had seen in Boise. Along the
    way I had pooped my diapers again. It felt like a good load, as it
    usually was. I felt less secure in the disposable diapers and didn't
    feel that I could poop them as much as the cloth diapers. Mom was
    sitting next to me and she mentioned my having a bowel movement after
    she heard it and smelled it discharge from my butt.
    	"Chris, was that you that just pooped?" Mom asked. I wasn't used
    to Mom asking who had just pooped since she always knew it was me,
    being the one in the family who pooped in anything besides a toilet. I
    was silent for a moment as I thought about the unusualness of Mom's
    query.
    	"Was it you, Chris, or was it you, Darren?" Mom asked again. "I
    can't tell now, having two diaper wearers in the car."
    	"It was me," I said. "I went quite a bit, and I'm really wet,
    too."
    	"Then one of your sisters will have to change you at the
    restaurant," Mom said.
    	"Where are we going, anyway?" I asked.
    	"You'll like this place, Chris," Uncle Frank told me. "The
    restaurant overlooks Elliot Bay and you can see the Seattle skyline
    reflecting on the water, it's beautiful! I just hope we can get a seat
    by the window."
    	We arrived at the restaurant a few minutes later and waited
    inside the lobby for a table, as well as for Aunt Rita and the girls to
    catch up. The restaurant was like a Sizzler, but a little nicer. Before
    we were seated, Uncle Frank gathered up all our jackets and hung them
    in a place provided for them in the lobby. This left my diapered behind
    open to more exposure. In addition to the torn shorts that were
    exposing my diaper, the T-shirt I was wearing made me feel underdressed
    and I stood out from the others. A few minutes later we had a table by
    the window as Uncle Frank wanted.
    	"Who's turn is it to change Chris'?" my Mom asked, noting that I
    was beginning to stink even more. As always, I cringed with a wave of
    self-consciousness pouring over me as I looked around at the other
    diners, but they didn't seem to be paying any attention.
    	"I changed him on the plane," Lisa said. "It's your turn, Cindy."
    	"Okay, got a diaper on you?" she asked me.
    	"Of course I do," I said. "I've always got a diaper on me."
    	"No, silly, I meant, do you have a diaper handy?"
    	"They're out in the car in my bag in the trunk," I said. Uncle
    Frank reached into his pocket for his keys and handed his trunk key to
    Cindy. She and I then went out to the car and opened the trunk. We
    stood in the pouring rain as I rummaged through all the other bags to
    find my bag with disposable diapers in it. I found it buried beneath
    everyone else's and pulled it out. Cindy took the bag from me, unzipped
    it and pulled out a fresh, folded diaper and some wipes. She then shut
    the trunk and led me back into the restaurant, taking my hand. I felt
    embarrassed as I watched her carrying the diaper and the wipes as we
    walked through the crowd of other people waiting in the lobby. Anyone
    who was paying attention could see that the diaper was big enough to
    fit me as Cindy made certain to let everyone see that she was carrying
    it and planning to put it on me, as if the tear in my shorts didn't
    make it obvious enough. Cindy felt my hand tense up.
    	"Relax, Chris," Cindy said. "It's not like you know any of these
    people here. So what if they see that you wear diapers!"
    	Several people within earshot looked at us as we looked for the
    restrooms, catching a glimpse of my diapered butt. Cindy asked a
    passing waitress where the restrooms were located. The waitress looked
    at me quizzically, noting that Cindy was carrying a diaper and some
    wipes.
    	After the waitress pointed us to the restrooms, Cindy took me
    into the ladies' room. There were two stalls, and one of them was
    occupied. I could tell from the shoes and the size of the feet of its
    occupant that it was a girl about my age, maybe younger. I hoped that
    she was about done and would leave, but she was there for at least two
    minutes after Cindy began my diaper change. No doubt she saw Cindy's
    hands pull my shorts down and expose my soaked and soiled diaper. I had
    a feeling the girl was watching Cindy change my diaper since she had
    flushed the toilet and pulled her pants back up already but didn't
    leave right away.
    	"You're a messy boy, Chris!" Cindy said. While my shoes, striped
    socks and shorts were good visual indications that I was a boy, Cindy's
    use of the word "boy" made this very clear to the girl in the other
    stall, though when Cindy had my diaper off and exposed my genitals, the
    curious girl had no doubts that there was a boy in the girls' room, and
    that this boy wore diapers and pooped in them.
    	"This is so embarrassing," I complained. The girl heard my boy
    voice, no doubt, but she already knew this by this point anyway. Either
    the girl's curiosity was satisfied, or she was repulsed by the site and
    the smell of my shit-filled diaper. She finally left the stall and
    washed her hands before leaving the restroom.
    	After Cindy cleaned me up and changed my diaper, we washed our
    hands and returned to the table. We walked by one table where I thought
    I had seen the girl who was in the bathroom. She looked at me funny,
    especially since I had taken my jacket off and Cindy was carrying it
    for me, leaving my diapered butt nearly completely exposed again.
    	I was glad to get back to the table. A glass of Sprite had
    already been ordered for me and I began sipping on it, along with
    munching on some appetizers. I looked out the window across the table
    and enjoyed the view of the city, including the familiar Space Needle.
    	As luck would have it, the same waitress that Cindy had asked
    about the restrooms was our server, and she likely remembered seeing
    Cindy and me, especially since Cindy had set the diaper wipes on the
    floor beneath her.
    	After we placed our orders, Darren and I talked about several
    things, reserving our discussion of all diaper- related matters for
    after we got to his house. The meal came a short time later, and after
    eating a thick steak with salad I was ready for some ice cream, but I
    would have to get up and expose my diapered backside while I went to
    the ice cream dispenser. I eventually decided that it didn't matter who
    saw me, though it was still embarrassing for people to see that I was
    in tight, short shorts, they were ripped in the seat, and that beneath
    them was a thick disposable diaper. There was little point in wearing
    the shorts at all.
    	After I dispensed a big dish full of ice cream and glopped on a
    big ladle-ful of chocolate syrup, I turned around and found that same
    girl standing behind me! She was smiling and she looked a little
    embarrassed, as if she wanted to comment on me wearing diapers.
    Finally, she said, "nice diapers you got on." I headed back to the
    table, trying to ignore her presence. I thought that things like this
    only happened in movies, where two people who are complete strangers
    keep running into each other by coincidence, but I was starting to
    wonder if I'd bump into her again once we left the restaurant.
    	My stomach was completely full as we left the restaurant. I knew
    that I would be soiling the diaper I had on before too long once all
    the food I ate processed. We drove several more miles, going across
    Lake Washington and Mercer Island, over to Bellevue, where Uncle Frank
    and Aunt Rita lived. Their house was surrounded by several trees and
    was quite a big place. Uncle Frank's job at Boeing obviously paid him
    well.
    	While I had seen pictures of Uncle Frank's place, I was still
    unsure of what to expect upon going in. The front room alone was quite
    big, and all the other rooms were just as impressive. I was almost
    expecting a butler to appear and offer to take my bags to Darren's
    room, but Uncle Frank wasn't quite that well-to-do, so I had to perform
    the laborious chore of hauling all my diapers into Darren's room
    myself, especially since it was upstairs. At least Darren took my other
    two bags for me.
    	Darren led me up the curved staircase and through the spacious
    hallway and into his bedroom. As I looked at how large his bedroom was,
    I became envious of him when comparing it to what I had back home. One
    consolation, though, was that my room was now a nursery, which I had
    gotten to enjoy having very much.
    	Even though it was larger than most, Darren's bedroom was like
    any other boy's room, even with the usual floor clutter of toys and
    clothes, mostly dirty shirts and socks. In fact, I didn't see any
    pants. I asked Darren how many pairs he owned.
    	"Just the ones I'm wearing now," he said. "I don't have a lot of
    use for them since I'm usually in just my diapers."
    	"Same here," I said. "That's why I had to borrow these shorts
    from my friend Tony."
    	"I hope he didn't want them too much," Darren said. "I didn't
    want to tell you how much your diapers were showing when we were in the
    restaurant."
    	"I already know how much they were showing," I said. "I didn't
    find out they were ripped until we were on our way to the airport, and
    by then it was too late. I had to walk through the airport and ride the
    plane like this," I said as I pointed to my butt. "This one girl behind
    me at the ice cream machine pointed it out to me, too. She was the same
    one that was in the bathroom when Cindy changed me."
    	Darren showed me around his room and showed me all his toys and
    other belongings, which included a computer that he said was his own,
    and one damn good stereo, which he was happy to demonstrate. He had
    Queensryche's "Empire" CD playing.
    	"These guys are from right here in Seattle," Darren explained.
    	"I know, they're pretty cool," I said. "You guys have a lot of
    cool rock bands here."
    	After Darren turned his stereo down we heard the girls giggling
    in the next room. We figured Nancy was showing Lisa and Cindy her
    bedroom which was likely just as lavish.
    	All the dinner that I ate caused me to load my diapers again.
    Darren told me that he could see the seat of my diapers expanding as I
    pooped into them. It was a good load like the last two that I had
    today. Darren must have enjoyed seeing this since it prompted him to
    remove his pants and strip to his diaper. He had wet in it, but he
    hadn't pooped since he was changed back at the airport. I could tell
    that he was hard as the front of his diaper was accented by the tent
    shape.
    	I decided to pull off my shorts, too and just go around in my
    diaper. The shorts were useless at this point, anyway. Darren walked me
    over to his computer and turned it on to show me that he had just typed
    up the story that he had written by hand three years ago about how his
    visit to my place got him into wearing diapers.
    	"Can you print me a copy?" I asked him.
    	"Sure," Darren said. "Actually, maybe tomorrow I can print some
    of the other stories I have written about wearing diapers."
    	"How many stories have you written?" I asked Darren.
    	"Oh, maybe ten or twelve, but I haven't finished a lot of them."
    	"Same here," I said. "I probably have twenty or so, but I need to
    finish up the ones I've already got going before I start any new ones.
    I love writing stories about boys in diapers."
    	"Yeah, they're fun to write," Darren agreed, "but I don't know
    who will ever get to read them besides me and my friends who wear
    diapers."
    	"Same here," I said. "I wonder if anyone else writes stories like
    this?" I asked.
    	"I'm sure they do," Darren said. "I wish there was a way that
    we'd get to see them. I've searched the BBS systems around here, but I
    haven't seen anything yet. I know that you and I aren't the only ones
    besides babies who wear diapers, so some of them also probably write
    stories."
    	I looked at one of the doors in Darren's bedroom. It looked like
    it led into another room, so I asked Darren what it was.
    	"It used to be my bathroom," Darren said. "Every bedroom in this
    house has it's own bathroom," Darren said. "But after it was decided
    that I would be in diapers for good, there was no need for me to have a
    toilet, so they took it out and tiled over the floor where it used to
    sit. I even took pictures of the plumbers as they ceremoniously hauled
    the toilet out of here."
    	"So what's in there now?" I asked.
    	"My dirty diapers," Darren said. "It keeps the smell down, and
    the sink is still in there so I can brush my teeth and for Nancy to
    wash her hands after she changes me."
    	Just as I was about to show Darren some pictures and some video
    of my newly decorated bedroom, all three girls came into the room.
    	"I smelled some dirty diapers," Nancy said. She looked at Darren
    and saw that he was only wet. She then came up to me and patted me on
    the bottom, pushing some of my poop back into my butt.
    	"And it looks like they're yours, Chris," Nancy pointed out.
    	"At least you boys got your pants off for us," Lisa said. She
    then picked up the shorts and slid them down her arm, sticking her hand
    through the big tear in the seat, just to make a point of the fact that
    I had been wearing them that way since before we headed to the airport.
    	"You mind if I keep these somewhere in your room?" Lisa said. "I
    never let Chris have access to his pants, but as you'll soon see, it's
    pretty much pointless to do that anyway."
    	"Sure," Nancy said, leading Lisa back into her bedroom before
    returning to Darren's room.
    	"Ready for your diaper change, Darren?" Nancy asked her brother.
    	"Might as well," Darren said as he walked over to his bed where
    his diaper changes were performed.
    	"Got room for one more?" Lisa asked.
    	"Sure do," Nancy said. Darren had a queen-sized bed, plenty big
    for both him and me to sleep in and also to get our diapers changed on.
    Nancy even had a second changing pad.
    	"Darren's friends usually use this one," she explained. "I change
    Darren and his friends' diapers at the same time this way. Nancy told
    me to get on the other changing pad and said she'd change both Darren
    and me.
    	"I'll take care of Chris' diapers," Lisa offered.
    	"You sure?" Nancy said. "I can handle two boys at a time."
    	"Well, Chris likes to be diapered a certain way," Lisa said.
    	"Really? How so?" Nancy asked.
    	Lisa reached into my diaper bag and pulled out a tall stack of
    diapers along with a very big pair of plastic pants and the container
    of safety pins.
    	"That's how," Lisa said, showing Nancy the big bunch of diapers
    she was holding.
    	"I forgot how many diapers Chris likes to wear," Nancy said.
    	"I don't know how you could possibly forget something like that,
    Nancy!" Lisa said. "You remember what Chris looked like last time you
    guys visited, and surely you guys have pictures of Chris. You saw how
    many diapers he brought with him."
    	"Yeah, might as well just strap a toilet to Chris' butt at that
    point," Nancy said.
    	"Uh, Nancy, just as a reminder, the words 'Chris' and 'toilet' do
    not go together," Lisa said. All three girls enjoyed a laugh over this
    remark.
    	After Nancy removed Darren's wet diaper she walked over to
    Darren's former bathroom and opened the door. She tossed the diaper
    into the garbage that contained his other used disposable diapers.
    	"Does Darren ever use the toilet in his bathroom?" Cindy asked.
    	"Toilet? Toilet? What toilet?" Nancy said, acting like she was
    searching for one.
    	"We had the toilet taken out of here after we decided that Darren
    would stay in diapers," Nancy said.
    	"That makes sense," Lisa said as she started cleaning me up.
    	Darren was diapered in a comparatively modest set of four
    diapers, though they were still quite thick and they bulged out a ways
    from his crotch and padded up his butt quite abundantly, and of course,
    they came up high on his waist. Nancy slipped his plastic pants on and
    turned him loose. Meanwhile, Lisa continued diapering me and adding
    several more layers, pinning them on tightly and excessively. Darren
    watched as all three girls had crowded around me, with Cindy folding
    the diapers and Nancy and Lisa each pinning them up.
    	I was finally diapered up for the night with my plastic pants on.
    Nancy took Lisa and Cindy over to where Darren's bathroom used to be
    and took my disposable diaper with her. She showed Lisa and Cindy the
    tiles that were considered to be symbolic in signifying sealing
    Darren's fate as far as his wearing diapers were concerned.
    	Darren was always surprised by how thickly I wore diapers. He
    said he had tried to wear them like I did, but he could not get used to
    them and decided that four was the most he was comfortable with
    wearing.
    	"Nancy didn't like spending half her day diapering me, either,"
    Darren said.
    	Lisa then got out my diaper change log and began filling it in.
    	"What's that?" Nancy asked Lisa.
    	"It's a tracking sheet that me and Cindy have to fill out for
    Chris' diaper changes. It's for those new diapers that Chris is going
    to be testing."
    	"Oh, you mean the Thickies?" Nancy inquired.
    	"Yeah, those," Lisa said.
    	"We're also supposed to check his diapers every hour for leaks,
    but we don't keep up on it, and besides, Chris is always diapered so
    thickly that they never, ever leak!" Cindy added.
    	"You never know his diapers are wet or dirty just by looking at
    them," Lisa said.
    	"I believe it," Nancy commented as she noted how many diapers I
    had on.
    	Nancy was interested in seeing what all was in the tracking log,
    so she looked it over, laughing at Lisa's and Cindy's diagrams of how
    my diapers looked on the inside when wet and messy. She also read the
    product literature that was in the booklet, complete with the boys who
    were modeling the diapers.
    	"Chris ought to look cute in those diapers!" Nancy said. "His are
    just about as thick, that's for sure."
    	"I think Chris has a good chance of being selected," Lisa said.
    "I just have a good hunch."
    	"You mean, for the TV commercials?" Nancy said. Apparently, Nancy
    had been told about all of this from a recent letter that Lisa had
    mailed. She had likely been told about it from my aunt and uncle, as
    well.
    	"Well, he has to be selected to test the Thickies diapers first,"
    Lisa said. "Then it's narrowed down some more and he'll have to be
    selected for consideration to appear in the TV and magazine ads."
    	The girls left Darren's room and left us alone for the rest of
    the evening. I showed Darren the pictures of my nursery/bedroom as well
    as the video, which we viewed on Darren's own TV and VCR that he had in
    his bedroom. Darren enjoyed watching all the shots that Lisa and Cindy
    had gotten of me and Tony in our diapers. I even observed that he was
    scooting his crotch back and forth, as if to be massaging his hard-on
    without using his hands. He was too thickly diapered to tell if he was
    hard, and while he probably assumed that I was just as hard, there was
    no way he could tell what was underneath my diapers besides several
    more diapers.
    	Darren then showed me some of his photographs, including the one
    where his toilet got hauled away. Someone had taken pictures of the
    guys who were laying new tiles over where the toilet went. The best
    photo in this series was one that Nancy took of Darren standing by his
    former bathroom door in just his cloth diapers while the two men were
    coming out of the room with the toilet.
    	"I even have an eight by ten of this one downstairs," Darren told
    me. I just smiled as he said this. "To me it represents my lifetime
    commitment to wearing diapers."
    	Next, Darren showed me some of his many home diaper videos of him
    and his diaper boy friends. Nancy was the one behind the video camera
    lens, making sure to get several good shots that I was quite aroused by
    looking at. I especially enjoyed watching the water fight scenes that
    had been shot in their back yard the previous summer. I enjoyed seeing
    the contrast between the boys in their thick diapers and several girls
    in skimpy swimsuits that I presumed were their sisters.
    	Nancy then came into the room.
    	"What are they doing?" I heard Cindy yelling from the bedroom
    next door.
    	"Watching porno videos," Nancy said. "Well, it's porno to them,
    anyway."
    	"Oh, you mean diaper videos?" Cindy said.
    	"Come on, guys, I'm showing Lisa and Cindy around, so why don't
    you come along, too, Chris?"
    	Darren stopped the video and then he and I got up from his bed
    and followed the girls downstairs. My parents and my aunt and uncle
    were seated around the living room. Aunt Rita and Uncle Frank watched
    me waddle past them in diapers that were over twice as thick as
    Darren's.
    	"How can that boy stand to wear so many diapers at once?" Uncle
    Frank asked my parents.
    	"He's been waddling around in his own feces and smelling them for
    the last three years, so he can handle anything," my father said.
    	"With diapers like that, I doubt he'd need to be changed for than
    once every three years!" Uncle Frank said. "I thought Darren was taking
    things too far when he decided he'd wear four diapers at a time."
    	"I guess you'd have to be them to understand," my Mom said.
    "They're just boys, and it's their own way of having fun, they're not
    hurting anybody, so why fight it?"
    	"You know Chris," Aunt Rita said to me, "I know I always tell you
    this every time I see you, but you sure do wear an awful lot of
    diapers!" I just smiled at her to acknowledge this comment once again.
    	Nancy led us out to their recreation room, which included a full-
    size pool table, a home theater system with both a Super Nintendo and a
    Sega Genesis game system connected to it, an electronic dart board and
    a collection of several board games. I knew it was wrong to covet
    Darren for what he had and I didn't, but I couldn't help it. My dad
    still made good money as a stockbroker, so I couldn't really complain.
    When I asked myself if I would trade my diapers for all of what he had,
    my conscience came back with a resounding "No!" This helped to relieve
    me of my envious feelings.
    	Darren and I were sent to bed shortly afterwards. As the time was
    one hour behind from what I was used to, I felt really tired from this
    and from traveling and being on the go all day long. Darren's bed was
    soft and also roomy. I felt very comfortable as I settled down into it
    next to him.
    	I got hard from thinking about the video I saw of Darren and his
    friends in their diapers while Darren told me about his friends. He
    knew three other boys at his school who wore diapers. As he was in
    junior high, he was among more students. Two of them were even in his
    P.E. class, which was how he had met them. The third one was a "wanna-
    be", as Darren referred to him, since he didn't get to wear diapers
    like he and his friends did.
    	"He has to put on about ten or twelve pairs of underwear like you
    used to do, Chris," Darren said. "He can't wet in them, either, but he
    likes pooping in them more, anyway."
    	I enjoyed listening to Darren talk about this guy since the
    things that he did to satisfy his interests seemed so familiar. I
    thought back to the days when I had to resort to such tactics in order
    to get the look and the feeling that I was in diapers. While I was very
    fond of being in real diapers now, the idea of using several pairs of
    underpants still appealed to me for its nostalgic appeal. This was
    making me very hard and I wanted to jack off.
    	From the silence that suddenly hung over Darren and me, it seemed
    that one of us was waiting for the other to ask about jacking off in
    diapers. I knew from looking at Darren's hard-on during his diaper
    change that he was well within puberty and his hormones were likely
    raging and his sexual urges were begging to be satisfied.
    	Suddenly, Darren spoke up. From his shy, broken approach, I had a
    feeling that he wanted to ask me about masturbating in diapers.
    	"Hey, uh, Chris, do you ever get, you know, those 'boy' feelings,
    when you wear diapers?" Darren asked me.
    	"All the time," I said. After a couple seconds, I said. "I have
    them right now."
    	"You mean, the feelings?" he asked.
    	"Yeah," I said.
    	"What do you do when you have these feelings?" he asked.
    	"What do you do?" I asked Darren.
    	"Well, I sort of, you know, well, I start touching the front of
    my diapers," Darren said.
    	"I do that, too," I said.
    	"How do you do it?" he asked.
    	"Well, I don't have much of a choice with as many diapers as I
    wear," I said. "I just rub my hands back and forth over my front."
    	"How long do you do it?"
    	"Until I, you know, when I get that tingly feeling and then it
    comes out."
    	"What do you think about when you do it?" he asked.
    	"I think about other boys in diapers and what they look like
    wearing them. I think about them peeing and pooping in them, because
    they don't have a choice, and because they like it."
    	I was starting to rub myself as I talked about the thoughts that
    ran through my mind when I jacked off.
    	"Do you ever think about girls when you do it?" Darren asked me.
    	"You mean, just girls-girls, like in sex? Not often," I said.
    "How about you?"
    	"Same here," Darren said. "Most kids at school talk about
    thinking about girls and playing with themselves, without wearing
    anything. I've only done it in diapers."
    	"Me, too," I said. "Don't have much of a choice when one of your
    two sisters puts a dozen diapers on you every night."
    	"All I can ever think about is diapers," Darren said. "Do you
    think about girls at all?" He asked me.
    	"Well, if you mean diapers, I think about them changing me. I try
    to think of girls other than my sisters."
    	"Do you ever think about that one girl Megan that you've told me
    about?" Darren probed some more.
    	"Actually, yes, I do," I said with some embarrassment.
    	"What do you like to think about with her?" Darren asked.
    	"I like to think of her being my babysitter and instead of my
    sisters, she's the one putting all the thick diapers on me and making
    me wear them until I pee and poop in them and start to really stink. I
    think of her telling me how cute my diapered butt looks and how glad
    she is that she put so many diapers on me so that she doesn't have to
    look at my poop."
    	I then asked Darren if he ever thought about things like this.
    	"Oh yeah, there's this one girl at school I like, and she likes
    me, and she says she wants to come over some time to change my diapers,
    but with Nancy always being home, I can never plan anything like this."
    	Soon, the talking faded and the jacking-off activity took over.
    This sort of talk was enough to get Darren to start jacking off. I felt
    him shaking the bed as he ran his hands over his diapers.
    	"You wanna jack off together?" Darren asked me as he paused for a
    moment. I agreed to do this with him, being that we were both very much
    aroused by thoughts of wearing diapers by this point. We both started
    jacking off, each of us thinking about how fun diapers are to wear and
    use. Within a few minutes, we had both shot our loads and then we lied
    still, both of us panting and relaxing from the vigorous masturbation.
    Minutes later, I fell asleep.

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Forever In Diapers, Parts 21-30

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