    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 151
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    	As usual I was the first one awake between Tony and me, and as
    always, since Tony was still asleep, I pulled back the covers to check
    the condition of his diaper. His butt was all puffed out from pissing
    in it overnight. There was plenty of poop adding to the bulge back
    there, too. I woke up hard as I usually do, and running my hand over
    Tony's diaper to feel its squishy padding and savoring the smell of his
    baby powder mixed with pee and poop added to the erotic sensation. Once
    again I had some morning wood that needed to be softened up, but not
    before I gave it some good attention.
    	Before I started masturbating in my diapers I realized that I had
    a very persistent itch under my arm and needed to take care of it.
    Normally I would have just stuck my hand up underneath my shirt and
    scratched the itch, but since my shirt was pinned solidly to my diapers
    I couldn't do this without removing three or four pins. Instead I just
    rolled my sleeve up and stuck my fingers into my armpit and scratched
    it. I got my sleeve rolled up far enough to stick my entire hand
    underneath my armpit. I then decided to do some armpit farts just for
    fun. Either it was the noise or the shaking of my crib that woke Tony
    up. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and asked me what I was doing.
    	"This," I said as I stuck my hand in front of his nose. "Smell
    this."
    	"Phew!" he said as he winced.
    	"What? It's just armpit odor," I said. "It's no worse than how
    our diapers usually smell."
    	"I don't know about that," Tony said. "I've just started having
    to use deodorant. My Mom bought me some Speed Stick this week."
    	"I'm surprised I haven't needed it, but now it seems that maybe I
    do," I said. Upon smelling my hand and picking up the pheromone-laced
    odor, I felt that perhaps the time had come for me to add applying
    deodorant to my armpits to my daily hygiene routine.
    	I then went back to doing armpit more farts. Tony sat himself up
    and began doing the same thing, only that he wasn't able to do it.
    	"Hey, I can't do it anymore," Tony said. He tried in vain to get
    a good facsimile of a fart to come out of his armpit, but all I could
    hear was compressed air, like airing up a bike tire.
    	"Maybe they're silent farts," I joked.
    	"That's weird," Tony said. "I haven't done armpits in awhile, and
    now I can't do them."
    	"You have more hair under there than I do, that's for sure," I
    said to Tony.
    	"And down there, too," Tony added as he pointed to his bulging
    wet diaper. "I'm going to need to shave it off since it's causing my
    balls and my dick to itch."
    	"Maybe we can do that in the bathroom," I said. At this point I
    had lost my hard, but I knew the urge would come back again soon
    enough.
    	"Come on, let's get up," I said as I lowered the rail to my crib
    and climbed out. Tony followed behind me. Tony asked me if I could
    change his diaper for him. I figured that I might as well since I would
    at least have to take his diaper off in order to shave his crotch area.
    He got up on my changing table and I proceeded to take off his very wet
    and poopy diaper, followed by a thorough cleansing of his butt and his
    balls as they were smothered in poop. His pubic hair had sprouted and
    developed to the point that he needed it to be removed since his pee
    and poop was getting caught in the coarse, black strands. For some
    reason my patch of pubic hair hadn't attained the thickness and the
    fullness of Tony's. Only once so far have I needed to shave mine, which
    I attempted to do by myself since I didn't think my sisters wouldn't be
    able to do it or want to do it. Perhaps it was genetics.
    	Once I had Tony's crotch all cleaned up I told him that I would
    be right back with one of my dad's razors and some shaving cream. I
    went into the bathroom and located my dad's supply of disposable
    razors. I figured my dad wouldn't appreciate shaving his face with a
    razor that would be exposed to Tony's pissy pubic hair, and I wanted to
    use a new, good, clean and sharp blade. I then grabbed the can of
    shaving cream and returned to my room. I grabbed a pair of scissors
    from my desk and then went back over to Tony, who had been entertaining
    his hard-on while I was gone.
    	"You want to finish first?" I asked Tony, knowing of course, what
    I was referring to.
    	"I'll wait," he said.
    	"You want me to do it for you?" I offered, getting a hard-on of
    my own as I thought about this.
    	"Nah, that's all right," Tony said. "I've found that I like doing
    it in my diapers better, otherwise it's a wasted cum."
    	"I know what you mean," I said. "Makes clean-up a lot easier,
    too."
    	Tony looked down at my hands as I grabbed a small patch of pubes
    and pulled up on them a little.
    	"Ahhh," Tony said. "Don't pull quite so hard."
    	"Sorry," I said. "I'll try to be more gentle."
    	"You've never done this before, have you?"
    	"Nope," I said. I then resumed clipping Tony's pubic hair. I
    clipped it as close to his skin as I could get. Tony's hard-on had
    quickly collapsed as the tip of the scissors came so close to his
    emerging manhood. It was as if he didn't trust me with the scissors.
    	"Don't worry, I'm not going to cut your dick off," I said. "I
    don't want to keep you from becoming a father."
    	"Well, I don't think that's going to happen, at least not the
    natural way," Tony said, referring to his feelings of being gay.
    	"That's all right," I said. "I know you need it for other things,
    too." Tony just smiled as I finished clipping off his hairs. I tried to
    clip some of the hairs from his balls, but these hairs were too fine
    and too small to bother with right now.
    	"Now comes the fun part," I said as I dispensed a dollop of
    shaving cream into my hand and spread it over the stubble that was left
    behind from cutting Tony's pubic hairs. Tony's hard-on had resumed by
    this point, but once the razor came down on his crotch he was back to
    flaccid again.
    	"Your dick is manic depressive today," I said with a laugh. Tony
    agreed, but then said, "I bet yours would do the same thing."
    	Once again Tony looked like he was back to his pre-pubescent
    state, just that he had a bigger dick and balls. I went back into the
    bathroom and I grabbed some lotion and then returned to Tony. I applied
    it to Tony's now hairless crotch and genital area to keep the itching
    down.
    	"What are putting that stuff on for?" Tony asked me.
    	"It's lotion. It will itch like a motherfucker down there if I
    don't put some lotion on it, trust me," I told him. He just nodded and
    smiled as his erection immediately resurfaced. I then rediapered him
    and cleaned off the mess of hair clippings that had piled up onto my
    changing table.
    	"Hey, can you shave my armpit hair, too?" Tony asked me. I told
    him I would, so with this he took off his shirt and let me remove his
    armpit hair. He giggled and flinched as my touching his armpits tickled
    him.
    	"Hold still, I don't want to cut you with this thing," I said.
    	"I'm trying," Tony said. Likewise, I tried to be gentle and keep
    from tickling him. After I got his armpits shaved I told Tony to try
    doing armpit farts again. He stuck his hand under his arm and once
    again he was able to produce artificial flatulence.
    	"Hey, I can do it again!" Tony exclaimed excitedly. We then both
    started doing armpit farts for several minutes, even sticking our hands
    under each other's arms. The noise and the laughter was enough to pique
    Cindy's attention, so then she came into our room, standing there in
    her pajamas and asking what we were doing.
    	"This," I said as I demonstrated. When I was done I held out my
    hand and said, "wanna sniff?" Cindy just rolled her eyes and sighed,
    saying, "I'd have to be a boy to understand."
    	"Chris shaved my armpits so that I can do it now, too!" Tony
    exclaimed as he held his arms up to show her that he had no hair
    beneath his arms. He then continued to do some more armpit farts.
    	"That's nice," Cindy said, although not so sincerely. She then
    immediately left the room. Tony and I followed her out. We went into
    the bathroom to wash our hands from armpit stink and to brush our
    teeth. After this had some cereal for breakfast and then we went to the
    computer to play games for a little bit. While we were playing we
    talked about the dreams we had last night. Tony had a dream about
    having to babysit a girl.
    	"She wasn't wearing diapers, was she?" came my first question.
    	"No, of course not," he said.
    	"Good, because that would have been a nightmare," I said. Tony
    agreed and added, "yeah, not even in dreams can girls wear diapers!"
    	"So what happened in the dream?" I asked him.
    	"The dream sucked because all she wanted to do was play with
    Barbie dolls and other girls' shit, and then she was teasing me for
    wearing diapers."
    	"How old was she?" I asked Tony.
    	"Probably five or six. I asked her if I could show her something
    and she said, 'sure', so I pulled down my pants and let her see my
    diapers. I wanted to tell her that a lot of boys like me wear diapers
    and that only boys wear diapers. I was hoping she'd go along with it
    and stuff, but instead she thought it was gross and said that she
    didn't want me to babysit her anymore. That's about all I can remember
    happening."
    	"Well, maybe I can write a little story about that one," I said.
    "Only my story will turn out differently, of course." We both smiled
    upon my saying this.
    	I then told Tony about the dream I had. I had a dream about Cindy
    getting in trouble for shoplifting, and because of this she was sent to
    juvenile detention, only that instead of being put into the kiddie
    clink, she was forced to spend a week at a boys' diaper camp doing
    nothing but change diapers and wash them. Several other girls who got
    in trouble with the law had to do the same thing. Of course I didn't
    see what was going on at the camp since I wasn't there in the dream,
    but in my wakeful state I could imagine some of the things that went on
    at the camp. I thought this would make a good story, too, so after we
    finished playing the game I added these ideas to my list of stories
    that I wanted to write.
    	Cindy then came up to us and said that Lisa was planning to go to
    the mall today since it was a rare Saturday off for her and she didn't
    want to get called in to work. According to Lisa, a delivery driver
    went by the house where another employee lived and his car was sitting
    out in the driveway, this being determined after that employee refused
    to come in to work last night to cover a shift. Because of this, Lisa
    wanted to really not be home. Mom was originally going to take Tony and
    I wanted to the mall, but since Lisa was planning to go, Mom told her
    to take Tony and me along. Since Lisa was busy primping herself up to
    attract the attention of tail-seekers at the mall, she sent Cindy out
    to tell us all this.
    	"I figured that money you earned for babysitting this week was
    burning a hole in your pocket anyway, Chris," Cindy said.
    	"Actually, it was burning a hole in my sock," I replied. "I
    didn't have a pocket to carry it home in yesterday." With this, I
    pulled up on my plastic pants and slid my hand along the side
    repeatedly, demonstrating that I had no pockets on them.
    	"Whatever," Cindy said. "It's just a figure of speech."
    	"So is 'having ants in your pants', 'wearing the pants', 'by the
    seat of your pants' and 'getting caught with your pants down', but none
    of those expressions apply to me, either." I then sat there with my
    arms folded, proud to have rattled off these sayings so quickly.
    	"Come on, Chris," Cindy groaned as she motioned for me to get up.
    "Get your diapered butt in your room and let me change you."
    	While Cindy was taking off my diapers I asked her if she had any
    plans to do any shoplifting at the mall today.
    	"Uhh, excuse me?" she said as she abruptly stopped taking pins
    out of my diapers and looked at me strangely.
    	"I was just wondering if you were planning to shoplift," I
    repeated. Cindy then became somewhat defensive.
    	"Uhh, actually, no, I wasn't planning to shoplift, Chris. I am
    rather curious, however, as to how you came to any sort of suspicions
    that I might do this sort of thing."
    	"It's because you did it in a dream last night," I said.
    	"What, shoplifted?"
    	"Yeah, and you got busted, and they sent you to a summer camp for
    boys in diapers and you had to do nothing but change diapers and wash
    them all day long for a week straight."
    	"Oh, really?" Cindy said. "Well, I doubt that would ever happen,
    even if ever I did steal something."
    	"I was just making sure my dreams weren't foretelling the
    future," I told Cindy.
    	"If that were the case for my dreams we would have tried to potty
    train you at least two dozen times now!"
    	"Now that *IS* a dream!" I said. "More like a nightmare for me."
    	"Same for the rest of the family," Cindy said. "I don't think a
    million dollars would be enough to convince you to be potty trained."
    	"Sure it would," I said. "Then, after I got the money I'd go out
    and buy a bunch of diapers and start using them again."
    	"Of course you would," Cindy said. She took off my very used
    cloth diapers and tossed them into the large diaper pail, filling it up
    past the top, rendering the handle all but completely useless as it
    couldn't easily fit over the heap of diapers. Cindy then put a
    disposable diaper on me since I would obviously need to wear some pants
    or shorts to the mall.
    	"I wouldn't wear shorts today if I were you," Cindy said.
    	"Oh, so I get to go to the mall in just my diapers?" I said
    excitedly. "If that's the case then put some cloth diapers on me
    instead!"
    	"No, silly," Cindy said as she smacked me in the face with
    another disposable diaper that she had pulled from the pack she just
    opened. "I mean, if you haven't looked outside yet, it's windy and
    chilly, and they said some rain is coming, too," Cindy informed me.
    	While I had noticed that Cindy put long pants on for the first
    time in awhile (she had been wearing shorts to school), I didn't think
    anything of the reason until she explained the weather outside. Upon
    looking out the window I noticed the trees were swaying from the brisk
    winds that were blowing.
    	"I was going to go to Cody's and Jordan's today, so I guess I'll
    need to get those sweatpants at the mall today."
    	"Yeah, that would be a good idea," Cindy agreed. "Fall is here
    now, and winter will be here before too long, so I guess your days of
    riding around in just your diapers are over with for awhile."
    	"Yeah, I guess so," I sighed.
    	"Why are you going to Cody's and Jordan's house, anyway? Does
    their mom need you to watch them?" Cindy asked me.
    	"No, I just wanted to introduce them to Derek and Steven, and
    maybe Bryce, Luke, Nathan and all the others if we get time today."
    	"Why not just invite them to your next meeting?" Cindy suggested.
    	"We will, but they wanted to at least meet Derek and Stephen."
    	"I don't know how you can even keep track of all those diaper
    boys!" Cindy said.
    	Meanwhile, Tony was watching Cindy change my diapers while subtly
    rubbing himself. He then suddenly he realized that he had no pants to
    wear to the mall since he had come over last night in just his diapers.
    	"Better ask Lisa to stop by your house and get some pants," Cindy
    recommended to Tony. I told Tony I would go ask Lisa for him. When I
    told Lisa about this matter she groaned, but agreed to do this. I then
    went back to my room and put my pants on. Before we left, Mom gave Tony
    and I some money to buy our own lunch and for me to pick up some
    sweatpants. Mom told me what size of sweatpants to get if I wanted them
    to fit over my cloth diapers in their usual ultra-thick configuration.
    She gave me a quick peck on the forehead and told me to behave and be
    nice to Lisa and Cindy, like I still needed to be told this (okay, so I
    did.) We then joined Lisa and Cindy in the car, braving the chilling
    wind. I decided to go back into the house and get my jacket and a
    couple extra diapers for Tony and me. I put them in a small backpack
    that I used for short outings. Tony didn't have his jacket, either, not
    to mention no pants, so he just got in the car and waited for me.
    	"Now, no changing diapers in the back seat, you got it, guys?"
    Lisa told me when I got in the back seat with Tony.
    	"We were just changed a little while ago, so I don't think that
    will be necessary," I said as Lisa pulled away from the house.
    	"I just don't want my car smelling like your bedroom for the next
    several days like it did last time you changed Tony's diaper back
    there," Lisa told us. "By the time we leave the mall you guys will
    probably be due for a change, so you'd better change at the mall first
    or wait until we get back."
    	"We got Thickies on, we can make it most of the day," Tony said.
    Since Tony was still in just his diaper he was able to rub his front
    while talking about how long our diapers would last us.
    	"Oh, and none of that 'boy stuff' back there, either," Lisa
    remarked upon hearing Tony's diaper crinkling only in such a way that
    indicated vigorous hand activity in the front. Tony immediately stopped
    and the tent in his diaper slowly disappeared. Our first stop was
    Tony's house, where he quickly ran in to get some pants. To save time,
    he came running back out of his house wearing his jacket, but he still
    hadn't yet put his pants on. Instead he was just carrying them to put
    on in the car. While on the way to the mall we went by our school.
    There were a few cars in the parking lot along with a few bicycles on
    the rack.
    	"Ha ha, you guys got Saturday school!" I said, thinking about all
    the assholes in Phil Brown's class who ended up getting in trouble. How
    nice it was that we were out enjoying our Saturday while they weren't.
    	"You suppose Hugh and Brent and all those other pricks are there
    right now?" I asked Tony.
    	"Let's hope so," Tony said with a smile. "But if they got caught
    skipping classes and got truancies, you can bet your diapered butt that
    they got suspended, so we probably won't even see them in school next
    week."
    	"Yeah! That'd be nice, serves those assholes right," I said.
    	"What? What are you guys talking about back there?" Lisa asked.
    	"You haven't heard?" I asked Lisa, sounding incredulous that she
    didn't know what went on at school yesterday.
    	"Heard what?" Lisa asked. "I was at work by the time you came
    home yesterday, and I didn't get off until late, so I don't know what
    all is going on with you anymore, Chris."
    	Cindy then explained to Lisa how we almost got thrown into
    Saturday detention for the dirty-diapers stunt with Mr. Brown's car
    that we didn't even do. Lisa even thought the whole setup was funny
    since she remembered how much of a prick Mr. Brown was when she went to
    our school. According to Lisa he even had the nerve to go up to
    overweight girls and told them to lose weight. I made a note to myself
    to ask Megan if she had ever been harassed about her weight by Phil
    Brown.
    	"Serves him right," she said. "A lot of kids hated him."
    	"Yeah, but it was his 'pet' students who did it," I stated.
    	"Yeah, his ass-kissers," Tony chimed in. "They just wanted to
    make it look like we did it, us diaper boys, since they don't wear
    diapers."
    	"That was pretty damn stupid of them to use Depends diapers,
    that's for sure," Lisa remarked. "I know you and Tony would never wear
    them."
    	"Nope, we got our THICKIES ON!" we both said in unison.
    	"I wonder if Mom ever knew you would get so excited about wearing
    diapers when she first made you wear them," Lisa said. Not much else
    was said for the rest of the trip to the mall. Instead we just listened
    to Cindy's crappy dance-music radio station. A few minutes later we got
    to the mall. It was about 11:30 A.M. Already it was busy and we drove
    around several times to find a fairly close spot to park since none of
    us wanted to have to walk any farther than we had to through the cold
    wind.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 152
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    	"Okay, let's meet back at the food court in two hours and then
    we'll have lunch," Lisa said once we got inside the mall. With this,
    Tony and I split off from the girls. I decided that I might as well get
    my sweatpants now and get Tony's babysitting ad posted so that we could
    get these matters out of the way and have the rest of the time to look
    in the toy store and other places that interested Tony and me. We went
    to Kidz Klothez, of course. I went to the boys' section to pick out a
    pair of sweatpants that would fit me with my cloth diapers on. I wasn't
    looking for anything fancy, just something to keep my legs warm while
    going back and forth from babysitting and whenever I wanted to go out
    in the cold weather and didn't want to take the time to change into
    thinner diapers in order to let my pants fit.
    	I located a basic gray pair of sweatpants that was on sale and
    was in my size, that is, my size when in my thick diapers, except for
    that the legs were too long. I didn't want to waste good toy-store and
    CD-store browsing time on clothes shopping, so rather than look through
    all the sweatpants I went up to the counter and asked the girl for
    help. It was Cathy, the same girl who had helped us back in special
    orders one time when Mary wasn't there and Tony and I were helping Luke
    get some Thickies diapers. Cathy didn't seem to remember us until after
    she found out why I needed sweatpants that were big in the waist but
    with such short legs.
    	"Sorry, this is all we have," she said after superficially going
    through the racks of sweatpants. "That's not a regular size and nobody
    else is likely going to carry them."
    	"Well, I need something to wear while out riding my bike in the
    cold weather," I explained.
    	"You mean, they're for *you?*" Cathy asked me, sounding
    surprised, seeing that the size I was requesting was too big for my
    waist without my big diapers on. I was pretty sure she could still see
    the bulge from my disposable diaper, though, and once I lifted my shirt
    she could plainly see the Thickies disposable diaper I had on.
    	"Yeah, it's because I usually wear these really thick cloth
    diapers and I need something that will fit over them. They're a lot
    thicker than this one that I have on right now."
    	"So you wear Thickies, right?" Cathy asked. "We sell lots of
    those."
    	"Wear them? I model them," I said.
    	"Then maybe that's why we're selling so many of them," Cathy said
    with a smile. I just blushed. Just as she was about to suggest
    something about the sweatpants, she did a double take and looked up at
    me and said, "Oh yeah, I remember you now!"
    	"How could you forget?" I asked her. "There's a big picture of me
    back in the special orders area."
    	"When you said you modeled Thickies diapers, that's how I
    remembered," she said. "I don't normally work back there. You guys
    helped me with that one lady who needed help picking out some diapers
    for her son."
    	"Yep, that was us," Tony said.
    	"You should work here," Cathy suggested."
    	"Maybe in a few years," I said. "I'd make sure to sell a lot of
    Thickies diapers, that's for sure."
    	"Actually, we're going to open a special department just for
    incontinence products soon," Cathy said. "When you're old enough to
    work here we could have you in that area. I know we're going to start
    stocking diapers for older kids right here in the store since we're
    getting so many special orders for them now."
    	"Really?" I said, impressed with this news. "I read that Thickies
    sales were doing really well in the last newsletter, and my Dad said
    that CKM's stock was doing well, too. How many have you guys sold?"
    	"I wouldn't know," Cathy said. "I just work here in the boys'
    apparel department. Sometimes I work in the accessories, too."
    	"Accessories?" I asked.
    	"You know, underwear, socks, things like that," Cathy elaborated.
    	"You ever get people in here asking for diapers for their boys?"
    I asked Cathy. I figured she'd know since she was working the boys'
    department.
    	"All the time," Cathy said. "You'd be surprised how many kids
    there are needing them."
    	"Actually, I'm not surprised, but I'm very pleased," I said.
    	"A lot of parents don't even know that they make diapers for
    older kids. Every now and then a parent, usually a mother, will come in
    here and fill up a whole basket with white boys' underpants and will be
    embarrassed, explaining that she's buying so many of them because her
    son needs them because he either wets his bed or he poops his pants all
    the time, or is being punished, so that's when I send them to the back
    and tell them about the diapers that we have."
    	"Do most of them get the diapers?" Tony asked.
    	"Most do, but some would rather just use a bunch of underpants
    for some reason, I dunno."
    	At about this time a man with a stern look on his face wearing a
    suit with a gold-colored nametag on his breast pocket came walking down
    the center aisle of the store. He was looking right at us.
    	"There's Ron, he's giving me 'the eye'," Cathy spoke quietly. She
    decided she'd better look busy and ring up the sweatpants. She
    suggested that I could just roll up the legs and this would allow them
    to fit. She also suggested having the legs cut off and having the
    elastic replaced over the cut.
    	"I'll just try rolling them up first," I said.
    	A lady and her two boys appeared in line behind us. Since I liked
    to show off my diapers to boys in hopes of enticing them to try wearing
    them, I pulled my "untied shoe" stunt and bent over to look like I was
    tying them. I let my shirt ride up so that the boys could see my diaper
    showing. Whether they saw it or not I didn't know since they didn't say
    anything. Cathy was also waiting for me to give her the money for the
    purchase, so I pretty much had to abort this particular mission to
    entice the two boys into wearing diapers.
    	"Thanks, Cathy," I said as I walked away. Just before she started
    helping the lady and her two boys I quickly asked if Mary was in today.
    	"Yep, you know where she is," Cathy said.
    	"I'll ask her about the diaper sales," I said loudly enough for
    the two boys to hear me. I knew that some other customers had to have
    heard me. I started walking to the back when I realized that Tony
    wasn't right behind me. He was still standing there fairly close to the
    register.
    	"Tony, what are you doing?" I asked him. He then came walking up
    to me.
    	"Just seeing what those boys' mom is getting them. She's just
    asking about shirts, though, no biggie. I was hoping she'd ask about
    diapers."
    	"Do you think the boys noticed my diapers?" I asked Tony.
    	"I don't think they did. I know a couple other people looked at
    you when you said 'diapers' out loud." I just smiled upon knowing that
    I was able to get people's attention this way.
    	We walked to the back of the store where there were a few people
    standing in line. Unfortunately there were some girls in tow with their
    parents, but no boys, so if anyone was picking up or ordering diapers,
    it wasn't looking to be very favorable to me without having any boys
    present. Tony and I stood in line and listened to the exchanges between
    Mary and her customers. The first one was picking up a special order,
    the contents of which were unspecified. She had a girl who looked to be
    about seven with her. Fortunately the purchase turned out to be a dress
    that the little girl was very happy to see. At least there were no
    diapers being bought. The next lady had two girls with her, ages 11 and
    8, I guessed. This one needed to order some jeans that were apparently
    out of stock. Again I was relieved to know that the girls weren't
    getting any diapers. While the girls were standing there they were
    looking up the wall and giggling as they saw me modeling Thickies
    diapers.
    	"Look, he's got a diaper on!" the younger girl said to the older
    one, who also laughed.
    	"Gee, I wonder why they're called Thickies?" the other girl said.
    "Who would ever wear those?!"
    I was so tempted to go up to them and surprise the girls by introducing
    myself and saying "I would, and I do!", but I decided to leave the
    girls alone and let them enjoy the picture of me in diapers. The girls
    kept laughing and talking about how 'he looks too old to wear
    diapers.'"
    	"Yeah, I bet you he still pees and poops in them!" the younger
    girl said.
    	"Girls, that's enough," their mom commented. "There are older
    kids who need diapers and it's not funny. They wouldn't make diapers
    for older kids if there wasn't a need for them."
    	"Glad I don't need them," the older girl said.
    	"Well, I'm glad I do," I said, but not loudly enough for the
    girls to hear me. By this time the transaction was done and the lady in
    front of us was ready to be helped.
    	This lady was ordering some diapers, though they weren't
    Thickies, even after Mary tried to sell her up to the Thickies.
    Apparently my likeness on the wall wasn't convincing or charming enough
    to get everyone to buy Thickies for their boys. Oh well, can't win them
    all.
    	The lady said that the price was too high on the Thickies and her
    child wasn't a heavy wetter and her child wanted something far less
    conspicuous than Thickies. She said her "child", twice. Dammit, I hated
    it when parents did this. I was dying to know if the diapers were being
    bought for a boy or not. Finally, the lady said, "I just want something
    that won't show through *his* pajamas.
    Finally, a clue as to which gender the child in question was! It was as
    if my whole world came to a stop until the mystery was revealed.
    	"I can tell you that your son wouldn't even be able to wear his
    pajamas if you had gotten him the Thickies," Mary commented. "He'd have
    to get bigger pajamas, if anything, and then his diapers would still
    show." Mary then noticed us standing in line and gave us a quick wave
    and a silent "hi" to acknowledge us. After Mary finished up with the
    lady in front of us we were greeted.
    	"How are you guys today?" Mary asked us.
    	"We're all right," I said.
    	"You just missed a lady who was in here and she said you referred
    her to me."
    	"Oh yeah?" I said. "Who was that?"
    	"Her name was Sue Ketchum," Mary said. "You know her?"
    	"Yeah, I babysit her twin sons now," I said.
    	"They sure are a couple of cuties, aren't they?" Mary said. "I
    bet they'd look adorable in the Thickies diapers that Sue bought for
    them."
    	"I know, and I'll get to see them in them, too," I said with a
    smile.
    	"Are you babysitting, too, Tony?" Mary asked me.
    	"Not yet," he said. "Funny thing you ask, because I wanted to
    know if I could put this up back here in your department."
    	Tony handed Mary the copy of the ad that he wanted displayed in
    the store. Mary looked at the ad , hoping that Mary would let him put
    it up.
    	"I normally couldn't do this for you, but I think I can make an
    exception. Who knows? Maybe you'll generate some more Thickies sales
    for us like Chris did. If Ron complains about the ad I'll have to take
    it down, but I promise to put it back up when he leaves."
    	"That sounds cool," Tony said.
    	"I'll put it there right where customers will see it when they
    walk in," Mary pointed to a blank spot on the wall above the waiting
    area bench.
    	"We heard you're going to be selling Thickies right out of the
    store," Tony said.
    	"Yes, that's right, we are," Mary said enthusiastically, perhaps
    because she was tired of having to fill out orders all the time. "Sales
    have been really big on Thickies. I tried to get that lady in front of
    you to buy them, but apparently her son is more shy about his problems
    than you guys are. I know we'd sell more of them if that weren't the
    case."
    	"So, does this mean you'll be out of a job if they start just
    selling them in the store?"
    	"Heavens no, not at all," Mary said with a sigh. "I've got plenty
    of other things to do around here. In fact, I could use an assistant
    and Ron's finally convinced that I need one."
    	"I'd come work for you if I were older," I offered.
    	"Thanks, Chris. I know you'd like it here, other than dealing
    with Ron. With any luck Ron will be gone by then. If I'm still here in
    a few years and you apply for a job here I'd put in a good word for
    you. I know you'd do a good job selling diapers. In fact, you already
    do, that's why we're leaving your picture up."
    	"That's cool," I said with a smile. "Are you going to stock the
    diapers out on the floor?" I asked Mary.
    	"We'll put a few of them in with the boys' underwear and let more
    people know that we have them," Mary said. "But most of them will still
    be kept back here since we can only stock a few at a time with how big
    they are. Besides, we have to stock the plastic pants and the extra
    large pins along with them, since they're both designed specially for
    Thickies diapers. I know we'll still have to keep the disposables back
    here, too, at least for now. You both know how big those packages are."
    	"I'd say the boys' underwear department would be the perfect
    place for Thickies diapers," I remarked. "Especially with all the
    parents who come in here and buy up huge amounts of boys' underwear
    because they don't know about diapers being available."
    	"You must have been talking to Cathy," Mary explained. I said yes
    to this and showed Mary the bag that my sweatpants were in, explaining
    that Cathy had rung up my purchase.
    	"Yeah, she told me about the parents who come into her department
    who do this, so then she sends them back here," I said to Mary.
    	"Ron wanted the diapers in the baby department, saying 'well,
    they're diapers, and diapers are for babies!', and we got into an
    argument over this. Then when I showed him our customer profile
    database on diaper sales he was thoroughly convinced that, 'from a
    sales perspective'-- his words-- they belonged in the boys' department,
    so I won that one hands down." Mary smiled upon saying this.
    	"Next month we're planning to modify the store layout and put in
    an incontinence supplies section," Mary continued. "We'll put it at the
    back of the sales floor right in line with the junior boys' and the
    toddler boys' departments."
    	"Sounds good to me," I said. "Wouldn't make any sense to put it
    close to girls' departments, huh?" I quipped.
    	"Nope, that's why we're leaving the costume jewelry where it's
    at," Mary said. "Ron actually wanted *that* where the incontinent
    supplies will go! Just between you and me, I think he's got his head up
    his you-know-what."
    	Tony and I both laughed. I then said, "Uhh, huh huh, you mean his
    ass?" using my Beavis voice. By this time a couple more people had come
    to the counter and Tony and decided we'd better get going.
    	Our next stop was Sam Goody where we perused CDs for several
    minutes. As always, we had to check the diaper bag at the counter so
    that we couldn't use it to sneak merchandise out with us, like we would
    really do this. This seemed rather unfair since mothers who came in the
    store with their babies and carrying diaper bags didn't have to check
    them in at the front counter. I guess most people just don't ever think
    of twelve-year-old boys needing diapers, too.
    	There were two CDs that I had been wanting to get, but I debated
    whether to get both of them now or wait and see what they had at the
    toy store and then come back and get what I could afford. I picked out
    the one that I wanted the most and decided to get the other one next
    time. By the time we left Sam Goody we had about an hour left still. We
    went into Kaybee Toys and browsed through the various games and toys,
    mentally making out our Christmas wish lists early. Actually, with
    Tony's birthday coming up, he was making out his birthday list. There
    were plenty of boys in the store, especially in our particular
    department right now.
    	"Ahh gee, my shoe came untied again!" I said plainly, even though
    my shoe really wasn't untied. I then proceeded to "tie" it, making sure
    my shirt was up and showing my diaper. According to Tony, several of
    the boys noticed and were giggling, while one other boy stared with
    intrigue. Tony thought that perhaps he had a diaper on, too, especially
    when his own shirt rode up to expose what had to be more than just
    underwear.
    	"How old was he?" I asked Tony.
    	"I don't know, eight or nine, I suppose," Tony said. "I think
    he's still in here."
    	Tony and I circled the store a couple times, but we never saw the
    boy whom Tony all but completely confirmed was wearing diapers.
    	"Damn, it's always the big ones that get away," I said.
    	"Yeah, but look at how many boys we do know who wear diapers,"
    Tony said. We then decided to go back to browsing. We took a shortcut
    through the Barbie aisle, where of course there was a high
    concentration of girls. Just as I liked to show the boys that I wear
    diapers in hopes of getting them to try diapers, I carried out the same
    behavior around girls, only that my intentions behind getting their
    attention was different. I liked showing them that by being a boy, that
    I wear diapers.
    	"I need some new shoelaces, Tony," I said as I "tied my shoe"
    again. While I was bent over I proceeded to take a loud, wet dump in my
    diapers.
    	"Ewww, gross!" one girl said. "Did you hear that, Erica?"
    	"Hear what?" the other girl asked.
    	"I heard somebody poop their pants," the first girl said.
    	"Yuk! I can smell it now!" the second girl replied.
    	"I think it was those BOYS!" the first girl said.
    	"Yep, it was me," I said as I pulled up my shirt.
    	"Eeewww, he's wearing a diaper, too!" the first girl commented.
    	"Be glad he is, think of what he'd smell like without a diaper
    on," the second girl said. I figured I had my fun at this point, so
    Tony and I went back to the boys' sections.
    	"You just had to do that, didn't you?" Tony said with a laugh. I
    just nodded and laughed with him.
    	"Hey, let's go look at the games," I suggested.
    	"We just did," Tony said. Most of those games now require a 486
    and all you got is a 386."
    	"Not computer games, silly, board games. You know, the ones you
    can play without electricity?"
    	"Oh yeah, duh," Tony said. We looked at the various titles, some
    of which looked more fun than others and some which we already had. I
    looked down the row a ways and spotted a game that I wanted to get to
    take over to Cody's and Jordan's house.
    	"Hey look, Twister!" I shouted.
    	"Don't you guys already have that?" Tony said.
    	"Believe it or not, we don't, or I would have had you and me
    playing it at sleepovers all this time," I said. "We played it at
    Luke's and Nathan's that one time, remember?"
    	"Oh yeah," Tony said. "Are you going to get it?" he asked me.
    	"Yeah, I'm gonna get it!" I said without hesitation. With this, I
    pulled the box right off of the shelf and carried it around with me
    while we killed the rest of our allotted time before meeting the girls
    at the food court.
    	"You were there the day you asked Cody and Jordan about Twister,
    and they really want to play it, so I'm going to take this with me to
    their house on Monday."
    	"Sounds fun, maybe I can join you."
    	"Well, unless someone calls you about that babysitting job
    first," I said. "Let's keep our fingers crossed."
    	"At least we don't have to keep our legs crossed," Tony said. He
    then proceeded to crap his diaper, too.
    	"How much time we got left?" Tony asked me. I looked at my watch
    and said, "oh, about ten minutes."
    	"Not enough time to change diapers, huh?" Tony said.
    	"By the time I pay for this and we get back to the food court and
    meet my sisters, I'd say no, we don't. Let's get this and get going."
    	While standing in line, I heard a mother say to her little boy,
    "you need to go potty, Benjamin?"
    	"No," came his reply.
    	"If I didn't know better, I'd say that you already did," his mom
    said.
    	"No, Mommy, I didn't!" he whined.
    	"Well, something sure smells like you did!" Benjamin's mom
    insisted.
    	"I didn't!" the boy protested, almost crying.
    	"I'd better check your pants, Ben," his mom said. With this she
    bent down and pulled back his pants and took a whiff.
    	"Nope, it isn't you," she said as she let go of his pants.
    	"I told you I didn't, Mommy!" the boy shouted. "It was probably
    Elliot."
    	"Now how could it be Elliot?" his mom asked. "He's not even here.
    In fact, go find him, tell him we're leaving."
    	"There he is!" Benjamin pointed to an older boy who was coming
    towards us.
    	"Can I get this, Mom?" Elliot showed his Mom a toy race car that
    he wanted.
    	"Not now," his Mom said. "Put it back."
    	"Awwww, okay," Elliot sighed. He then started sniffing the air.
    	"Aww, phew! Benji, did you poop your pants again?" Elliot said
    out loud.
    	"No I didn't!" he shouted. "It was you!"
    	"Boys, stop it!" their mother intervened. "This is not the place
    to talk about such things!"
    	I figured that for the sake of maintaining their family's peace I
    confessed on my own behalf as well as Tony's that we were responsible
    for the odor.
    	"Ma'am, it was us," I said.
    	"Come again, sir?" she said, not expecting me to talk to her. I
    lifted my shirt and let her and the two boys see my big, thick diaper.
    	"We made the smell," I said.
    	"Oh my!" the mother said.
    	"Hey, is that a diaper?" Benjamin asked.
    	"Sure is," I said. If his mom weren't there I would have told him
    that he should try wearing them since it seemed that, according to his
    mom and his older brother that he pooped his pants a lot.
    	"And I thought you boys were too old to be wearing diapers by the
    time you were potty trained," the lady said to her two sons.
    	The lady's purchases were rung up and then they left, leaving the
    race car with the cashier to put away later. The cashier, who had
    witnessed Tony and me our exposing our diapers, ran my Twister game
    over the scanner. He looked up at me for a moment, probably wondering
    why I was buying this game, knowing I had a shit-filled diaper on. He
    tried to act as professional as he could, but I knew he had to have
    been thinking something weird about us.
    	"There you go, sir, have a great day," he said quickly after
    handing me my change and my receipt. He then handed me the diaper bag,
    probably having determined that this was what it was used for. He then
    he immediately moved on to the next customer.
    	Tony and I caught up with our sisters at the food court.
    	"So what did you buy?" Cindy asked me. I showed her the
    sweatpants and the Twister game.
    	"Twister!" Cindy said. "And just what do you have in mind with
    that game, anyway?"
    	"I thought the boys and I might enjoy it," I said.
    	"You guys would," Cindy said. She then caught a whiff of our
    odors and said, "I can tell at least one of you needs to be changed."
    	"We both do," I said.
    	"You wanna wait for the boys to go change, Lisa?" Cindy asked
    her.
    	"We're leaving after we eat," Lisa said. "You boys should have
    made some more time to take care of your diaper changes."
    	"We didn't need to change until we were in the toy store," I
    said.
    	"Well, it's up to you, either eat now or go change and then wait
    until we get home," Lisa said. "I don't want to have to wait."
    	"Let's eat, I'm hungry," Tony said.
    	"Me, too," I agreed. We then went to order burritos for lunch,
    which was just the thing we needed right now.
    	"Oh no," Lisa said when she saw that Tony and I had ordered two
    big beef and bean burritos each.
    	"You said no diaper changes in the back seat," I said to Lisa.
    "Hope you won't mind the smell on the way home."
    	"All right, finish up and go change," Lisa said.
    	"We knew you'd see it our way," I said to Lisa as Tony and I each
    took our first of several big bites into the burritos.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 153
    ----------------------------

    	After Tony and I got back from the mall we headed over to his
    house so that he could get his bike. Cindy changed me into my cloth
    diapers that I wanted to be wearing the rest of the day. Since the
    weather was still cool and breezy I decided that this would be a good
    time for me to try out wearing my sweatpants over my diapers. Tony, of
    course, had to just stay in his regular pants. As much as he loved to
    be in just his diapers, too, I couldn't blame him for wanting to keep
    his pants on in the chilly weather, which was only going to get
    chillier as autumn progressed. Before we left I decided to pack along
    the Twister game that I had just bought so that Cody and Jordan could
    try playing it. Lastly, I made sure to remember to take with me the
    negatives from the photos that were taken of me getting a diaper
    change. I promised to get some duplicates made this weekend for Megan
    so that I could take them to her on Monday, perhaps sooner if I made it
    over to her house before then. While I was at it I decided to take some
    other negatives of my many diaper photos with me. I then called Aaron
    to see if he was home and to talk to his sister Diane about how much it
    would cost me for prints. While Aaron wasn't there, Diane was, and she
    was the person I really needed to talk to anyway.
    	"So where's Aaron?" I asked her.
    	"He's at Jay's house," she said. "Jay invited him for a sleepover
    last night."
    	"You mean, Jay Nelson?" I asked Diane. I wasn't sure if she was
    talking about the Jay that Tony and I knew, or if she just called
    Aaron's friend Jason "Jay" for short.
    	"Yep, I'm talking about the 'hundred-pairs-of-underpants' Jay,"
    Diane said.
    	"You mean he was really wearing that many pairs?" I asked Diane.
    	"From the looks of it last night I'd say he was," Diane replied.
    "If I didn't know any better, I'd say that he was competing against
    yours and Aaron's diapers," she quipped. I was surprised that Jay would
    invite anyone over for a sleepover considering the condition of his
    house and that any guests who came over would have nowhere to sleep. I
    decided that I'd better get down to business, so I then asked Diane how
    much it would cost me to get 20 reprints made. She said she'd give me a
    25% discount if her parents approved it, and I had a good feeling that
    they would. I decided to go ahead and have her do the ones that I
    selected.
    	"What time will you be here?" Diane asked me.
    	"I don't really know," I said. "How long are you going to be
    there?"
    	"Don't come any later than 3:00," she said. "The store closes at
    five and Mom and Dad don't like me to be there without them. I also
    need time to get Aaron since he can't come home in this weather."
    	"So he didn't wear any pants to Jay's house, I take it," I said.
    	"Of course he didn't, you know my brother, silly! He hates to
    wear pants, loves to wear diapers!" Diane said to me.
    	"Oh yes, he's just like me," I said.
    	"And me!" Tony added.
    	"How do you know what we were talking about?" I asked Tony.
    	"Well, whatever you were talking about, chances are that it
    applies to me as well," Tony said.
    	"Okay, so what if Diane said, 'Aaron likes to wear a lot of thick
    cloth diapers,' and I said, 'he's just like me,' and you agreed to it,
    then it wouldn't really apply to you."
    	"Uh, no, I guess not, not really," Tony said. "But as long as it
    has to do with diapers, it couldn't be too far off."
    	"I'll be sure to get there by three," I told Diane before hanging
    up.
    	The wind was brisk, although not fierce, and the temperature was
    chilly as Tony and I set out for Cody and Jordan's house. About halfway
    along the way I decided to stop and then drop my sweatpants for a
    moment just to test my endurance of the cold. I did this while standing
    on the sidewalk, having gotten off my bike, of course. Tony decided to
    join me in this experiment ad he took his pants down to his ankles,
    too, standing there off of his bike with nothing on below his legs but
    his diaper (his socks were too short to be of any significance). My own
    socks offered some protection from the cold, and while my diapers and
    the contents therein certainly kept me plenty warm around my crotch and
    my butt, my legs were getting cold rather quickly, and Tony agreed that
    it was a good idea for us to have worn some pants today. After a couple
    minutes we both agreed to pull our pants back up. We were getting some
    odd stares from an elderly couple that was watching us through their
    front window, not that we cared what they thought of us. We just waved
    to them and then went on our way.
    	We got to Cody and Jordan's house a few minutes later and rang
    the doorbell. Sue answered and she greeted us.
    	"Hello, boys," she said. "Come on in and get warmed up."
    	"Thanks," I said as I was standing there with my hands underneath
    my armpits to keep them warm. Tony was doing the same thing with his
    hands. Sue's husband was also there, being a Saturday and that he was
    home from work. I had never met him before, so Sue introduced Tony and
    me to him.
    	"Chris, Tony, this is my husband Larry," she said. Larry got up
    from the couch where he was watching a football game and shook hands
    with us.
    	"Pleased to meet you, boys," he said.
    	"Sorry our hands are a little cold," I said.
    	"Don't worry about it," he said. "It is a cold day out."
    	"So we noticed," Tony said as he looked down at his legs.
    	As Larry sat back down I could hear his diaper crinkling beneath
    his sweatpants. Upon looking more closely at his waist I could see a
    diaper showing above his sweatpants. Even though Sue told me that he
    liked to wear diapers, I felt funny about asking an adult about it,
    much less showing him that I wear them, too.
    	"I'm sure you're wanting to see the boys," Sue said. "They're in
    their room right now."
    	With this, Tony and I went down the hall and knocked on their
    door before entering, not that we were worried about them not being
    dressed decently. I couldn't wait to see if they both had their
    Thickies on. Cody came to the door and opened it up. Sure enough, there
    he was, all diapered up in some impressively thick diapers indeed. I
    knew from how thick they were to how high up his plastic pants went
    that these had to be Thickies diapers. The diaper pins, which were the
    same size as the ones my diapers used, looked even bigger on his small
    body. Even cuter was the fact that they were both wearing white T-
    shirts with the Thickies logo on them. Underneath the logo it said,
    "Who needs toilet training, anyway?"
    	"Girls do, that's who," I thought to myself as I saw this shirt,
    wanting to get one of my own that said this.
    	"We got THICKIES!" Cody shouted ever so excitedly. "And look, I
    even have a shirt that says THICKIES!"
    	"Me, too!" Jordan said as he spread his legs apart and pointed to
    his crotch repeatedly.
    	"Yeah, I see that!" I said. "How do they feel?"
    	"I love 'em!" Cody shouted. He turned around and bent over and
    said, "they're all over my BUTT!"
    	"Mine, too!" Jordan said as he posed for Tony and me in the same
    way.
    	"Well, if you guys like looking at each other's diapered butts a
    lot, then you'll love this game I bought at the mall today," I said. I
    reached into my bag and said, "I brought it over so you guys could play
    it."
    	As I pulled out the box both boys shouted, "Twister!"
    	"How do you play it?" Cody asked.
    	"It's fun!" I said. "We'll show you, but first you need to clear
    some floor space so I can spread out the mat."
    	Cody and Jordan went to work right away and began picking up
    their toys. As they kept bending over to pick up various cars, trucks,
    Lego pieces and what-have-you, this gave Tony and I plenty of
    opportunities to look at their super-diapered-up butts.
    	Jordan giggled and said he could feel his diapers pulling up on
    his balls whenever he bent over.
    	"Have you guys peed or pooped yet?" Tony asked.
    	"I peed in mine right after we got home and Mom diapered us up!"
    Cody said. "Now I'm just waiting to poop!"
    	"I've peed in mine, I think, three times now!" Jordan answered.
    	"Well, you haven't broken in your Thickies until you've pooped in
    them a good couple three times," I said.
    	"Mom says that she's not going to take them off of us for a long
    time because they're so big and thick and she said that it took her a
    LONG TIME to put all the pins in!" Cody spoke enthusiastically. Jordan
    then pulled down his plastic pants, which of course were the ones made
    for Thickies as they came up high enough to cover them, and said, "see
    all the pins Mom used?"
    	"Yeah, she really knows how to diaper you guys!" I said. By this
    time the boys had cleared enough space on their bedroom floor to spread
    out the Twister mat. Just as I was doing this Sue came to the door and
    asked us if we all wanted some hot chocolate.
    	"Sure," I said. Tony also agreed.
    	"Come on out," she said. She then noticed what I was doing.
    	"I see you brought Twister over," she said.
    	"Yep, bought it at the mall today," I said. Just as a joke I
    asked her, "wanna play?"
    	"Oh, no, no thanks," Sue said with a smile, knowing that I wasn't
    really serious anyway. "Even though my husband's a chiropractor, I
    don't really want to end up being one of his patients, which I would if
    I twisted this old body of mine out of shape. You boys go ahead and
    play, but you might want to get your hot chocolate before it isn't hot
    anymore."
    	With this, Cody and Jordan left the room and told us to come with
    them. I just loved watching the two boys waddle their way through the
    hallway wearing their brand-new virgin-white Thickies diapers. Given
    their size, the diapers really dwarfed the two little boys' bare legs,
    even as long and slender as they were for six-year-old boys.
    	When we got to the kitchen Sue had four cups of hot chocolate on
    the table along with a plate of cookies.
    	"Thanks, Sue," I said as I grabbed one of the large oatmeal
    raisin cookies off of the plate. Tony thanked her as well.
    	"My pleasure," she said. "Have you and Tony had lunch yet?"
    	"We ate at the mall," I said.
    	"My boys had their lunch, too, but I just thought I'd offer in
    case you hadn't."
    	"This is good enough, thanks anyway," I said, not wanting to feel
    like I was overextending my welcome.
    	"Hey, take your pants off!" Cody said to me while he was still
    munching on a sugar cookie. He looked underneath the table and saw that
    I still had my sweats on and Tony was still wearing his jeans.
    	"Yeah, you can't be DIAPER BOYS until you go around in just your
    DIAPERS!" Jordan said.
    	"Well, we would, but, well, I don't know what your dad would say
    about us being in diapers here," I said.
    	"Ahh, take them off, Chris!" Sue said. "You, too, Tony. Around
    here, only women wear the pants!"
    	"Well, so was your husband," I said.
    	"He knew you were coming and didn't want to embarrass you by
    being in just his diaper when first meeting you." I just nodded at
    this. Sue then went into the living room and said, "honey, you want
    some hot chocolate, too?"
    	"Sure," he said. Sue then came back into the kitchen. By then
    Tony and I had both taken our pants off to go around in just our
    diapers like Cody and Jordan were doing. I must say that I was a lot
    more comfortable and more used to being in just diapers. Tony and I
    each had two cups of hot chocolate, which would undoubtedly soon find
    its way into our diapers. Larry then got up and came into the kitchen.
    He looked at us and smiled as he could see from where he was standing
    that all of us were in just our diapers.
    	"You boys all comfy?" he asked us.
    	"Yeah, we're doing great," I said.
    	"There's no need to be shy around me," he told Tony and me. "I
    was just like you boys were once, and I just loved to go around in just
    my diapers as a kid. In fact I still do. You don't mind if I take these
    off, do you?"
    	"Nah, go ahead," both Tony and I said. With this, Larry removed
    his sweatpants and revealed his wet diaper. It looked like it was an
    Attends. I wasn't sure if CKM was making Thickies in adult sizes or
    not, but I had a feeling these would be coming soon with as popular as
    they are in the youth sizes. It was the first time I had seen an adult
    in a diaper. I had to admit that adults didn't look as good in diapers
    as us boys did, but I didn't say anything to Larry about this. It
    didn't give me much to look forward to knowing that I would someday
    look like him, hairy legs and all.
    	After we finished up the cookies and the hot chocolate we went
    back into the boys' bedroom to play Twister. I told the two boys to get
    on the Twister mat and to take their places. I then spun the spinner
    and explained things as the boys participated. Pretty soon Cody had his
    nose pressing up against Jordan's multi-diapered butt. Jordan farted
    while doing this, causing both boys to laugh.
    	"Good thing you have those big, thick diapers on, huh?" I said.
    	"Yeah, but I can still smell it, phew!" Cody said.
    	"We're not much better off," I said. "Tony and I had burritos for
    lunch and we've been farting all day long." Little boys such as Cody
    and Jordan laughed just from hearing the word "fart."
    	Both of the boys were laughing and giggling all throughout the
    game as they enjoyed getting so close to each other's diapers in spite
    of the fact that they both had the toots from eating chili for lunch.
    	"Mom gave us chili for lunch," Jordan said. "She said it would
    make us poop a lot so we could find out how good our new diapers work!"
    	"That would be a good way to test them," Tony remarked.
    	After the boys played a couple rounds on their own Tony and I
    each took turns joining the boys. I had a lot of fun getting Cody's and
    Jordan's diapers in my face. I could tell that one of them had pooped
    his diapers from the smell, which I knew was dis-*stinked*-ly different
    from fart odors.
    	"Okay, which one of you two diaper-boys pooped his diapers?!" I
    said in a mock-accusatory tone.
    	"I did!" Jordan said.
    	"I'm still trying to poop in mine, but I just keep farting!" Cody
    said as he was straddling over my thigh as he had his face pressed up
    against my butt.
    	"Can you smell mine yet?" I asked Cody. He took a whiff and said,
    "I don't know, I can't tell since your diapers are so thick!"
    	"So are yours," I said. "How many diapers did your mom put on
    you?"
    	"Just two, but boy, they sure are thick!" Cody exclaimed.
    	"Not thick enough to filter out all those chili farts of yours,"
    I said, making him laugh some more and along with it, cut more cheese.
    "Someday they'll probably make a fart-trapping diaper."
    	"I should probably just wear another diaper so that my farts
    don't smell through it," Cody said. "I love these Thickies diapers!"
    	While we were playing Twister both Sue and Larry came to the
    bedroom to watch. Larry was videotaping us having fun in our thick
    diapers and Sue had a still camera, with which she had taken a few
    pictures. She told us to keep playing, though on the last picture we
    all stopped and looked and smiled at the camera. I couldn't wait to see
    these pictures. I even told her where to take them to get them
    developed, explaining Aaron's parents owning a camera shop and that
    Aaron was a diaper-boy like us.
    	"Great," she said. "I'm always a little hesitant to take so many
    pictures of the boys in their diapers, but, well, that's all they ever
    wear at home, and now that they're in Thickies, they have no choice but
    to wear just their diapers. Oh well, nobody's said anything so far."
    	After we had spent almost two hours playing with the boys we
    asked Sue if they could come with us to Aaron's house since I needed to
    give his sister Diane my negatives and get reprints from them anyway. I
    told Sue where Aaron lived, which, from the Ketchum household, wasn't
    all that far away.
    	"Well, you know, Chris, I didn't think to get the boys anything
    to wear over their huge diapers, so they really can't go anywhere
    unless I take them out of their Thickies and put disposables on them,"
    Sue explained. "As much as they enjoy getting their diapers changed,
    they're going to wear those Thickies for awhile, considering how long
    it took for me to put them on them. Besides, they look like they could
    each use a nap."
    	"Well, that's all right," I said, feeling a little disappointed,
    but I knew that Sue had to look after the needs of her boys.
    	"I thought you were going to take them over to your house so they
    could meet your neighbor's boys," Sue said.
    	"Oh yeah, we were going to do that, too, afterwards, if that's
    okay."
    	"Well, that's a little too much activity for my boys for one day,
    and it is rather cold out today, I mean, even for this time of year.
    Tell you what. Go do your other thing and then come back and I'll see
    if the boys are rested up and ready to go by then, and I'll see if I
    can go get them some cheap sweatpants or something to wear over their
    big diapers." With this, Sue patted each of her son's diapered behinds.
    Both of the boys smiled at each other and then at us, enjoying the
    extra attention that their super thick, still virgin-white brand new
    cloth diapers were getting them.
    	"Sounds good, Sue," I said. Tony and I put our pants back on and
    told the two tired-looking boys that we'd be back in a couple hours or
    so to get them after they had their naps so that they could come with
    us to meet Derek and Steven. They wanted to go with us, but at the same
    time knew that they needed their naps, so they didn't put up too much
    of a fuss. Besides, they were excited about finding out what it would
    be like to sleep wearing just big and thick diapers.
    	The distance from Cody's and Jordan's house to Aaron's house
    didn't seem like it would be all that far, at least in my thinking,
    that is, until we did it with the wind blowing to mine and Tony's
    faces. How good it felt to reach Aaron's house. Diane greeted us at the
    door and invited us in. She bent down and tugged on my sweatpants and
    then said, "What's this? Pants? I didn't think I'd ever see the day
    you'd be wearing something other than diapers."
    	"I'm only wearing them because it's cold out," I said.
    	"I knew that," Diane said with a smile. "But since you're inside
    now, you can shed them now! Mind if I have the honors?"
    	"Go ahead," I told Diane. With this, she immediately yanked my
    sweatpants down and exposed my diapers.
    	"That's better," she said with a model-perfect smile. "Now you
    look more like what I'm used to seeing." I then pulled the sweatpants
    the rest of the way off from around my ankles. Tony removed his pants
    as well.
    	"Have you gotten Aaron yet?" I asked Diane.
    	"Nope, he's still at Jay's," Diane said. "After you called I
    called Aaron at Jay's and told him you were coming over. He thought
    maybe I could run you guys over there while I get your reprints done."
    	"That sounds like a good idea," I said. Tony agreed with this,
    too. We then followed Diane into the den where she could view the
    negatives on a backlit table. I pointed out the photos I wanted her to
    make and she wrote their corresponding numbers down. Diane then asked
    Tony if he had brought any negatives with him that he wanted her to do.
    She offered him the same discount, adding that her parents had approved
    this.
    	"Maybe after I start earning some money I'll bring you some of my
    diaper pictures," Tony said. "I hope to get a babysitting job soon."
    	"I'm sure you will," Diane said. She asked me how my babysitting
    job was going and I told her about all the fun that Cody and Jordan
    were having ever since I took over babysitting them. I then zipped open
    my bag and showed Diane the Twister game that I bought today,
    explaining that we played it with Cody and Jordan. While my bag was
    open I decided to roll up my sweatpants and put them in it. Tony put
    his pants away in his bag as well.
    	"So, not gonna wear those to Jay's, I take it?" Diane said.
    	"Of course not! You know me, silly!" I said to Diane as I closed
    my bag again, repeating what she had said to me earlier.
    	"I know all of you diaper-boys," Diane said. "It seems that
    having a love for diapers and an aversion to wearing pants seems to go
    hand-in-hand."
    	At this point Diane led Tony and I out to the pickup. Both Tony
    and I had to stand there in our diapers while we waited for Diane to
    unlock the door for us, and while enduring the cold winds and drawing
    stares from the neighbors. While I'm sure they were used to seeing
    Aaron in his diapers on warmer days, they probably thought we were
    crazy to have no pants on in this weather. Once Diane opened the door
    for us we got in and got our legs warm from the lower heat vents in the
    pickup. About a half mile away she dropped us off at Jay's house, just
    as we were getting warmed up again.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 154
    ----------------------------

    	Diane came to the door with us and waited to make sure that there
    was someone home before leaving us. It appeared that Jay's mother was
    gone to work since there were no cars present. As usual, the front
    porch was piled up with old, weathered cardboard boxes and other
    rubbish, and of course the boxes full of remnants from Jay's underpants
    were seen everywhere. What caught my attention the most was a large
    pile of soiled underwear which appeared to have been retired. There
    must have been at least 40 to 50 pairs in the pile. These pairs were
    quite stained and looked to have been pooped in dozens of times. When I
    knocked on the door Lori greeted us.
    	"Hello," she said. "I didn't know you two were coming over, too,"
    she said.
    	"Got room for two more?" Diane asked Lori, who was standing at
    the doorway in cutoffs and a tight. Somewhat tattered  T-shirt,
    revealing the fact that she was wearing no bra.
    	"Not really, since this house is so small, but yeah, sure," she
    said. "What's going on?"
    	"Chris and Tony wanted to see Aaron and they wanted to stay here
    while I go make some pictures for Chris. I shouldn't be more than a
    couple of hours."
    	"Okay, sure," Lori said. At this moment Jay and Aaron came up to
    the door. I noticed right away that Jay was wearing real diapers now,
    and Aaron was in Jay's multiple underpants. After Jay and Aaron greeted
    us they asked us what we came over for.
    	"Diane's going to make me some reprints and we thought we'd come
    join you guys while we waited," I explained.
    	"What's this?" Diane asked Aaron as she grabbed at the first few
    of many, many more waistbands that were stacked underneath. Since Aaron
    was smaller than Jay, the underwear came up even higher on him than on
    Jay, about the height to which Aaron's Thickies diapers normally rose
    up on him.
    	"I didn't think I'd ever see you wearing regular boys' underwear.
    What are you wearing them for, anyway?" Diane asked her brother.
    	"Jay and I thought we'd switch and try wearing each other's
    diapers," Aaron explained with a smile on his face. He pulled up on the
    topmost pairs, which came up to his chest. "How do I look?"
    	"You look like my little brother wearing some umpteen dozens of
    pairs of underwear, that's what you look like," Diane said. "How many
    pairs are you wearing, anyway?"
    	"Forty pairs," Aaron said. He then turned around and said,
    "there's a *lot* more padding in the butt."
    	"I know, I've seen Jay in his underpants before," Diane said with
    a smile. She then turned to Jay and asked him what he thought of
    wearing real diapers for once.
    	"They're great," he said with a smile. His smile then disappeared
    when he said, "I've gotten to wear them before. I just wish I could
    wear them all the time."
    	"So do I," Lori said. "It'd be a lot easier than having to wash
    some several hundred pairs of underwear every week."
    	"True, but you'd still have a lot of diapers to wash," Diane told
    Lori. "You'd have at least a couple dozen, depending on how many
    diapers he would wear at a time."
    	"He'd wear a lot, just like Aaron does," Lori said. "The further
    away his poop is separated from our noses, the better. Besides, if he's
    going to share a bed with me, he's going to get a lot of diapers put on
    him every night."
    	"I can assure you that you will still have lots of laundry,"
    Diane told Lori.
    	"Unless he wore disposables like I do," Tony suggested as he
    pointed to his disposable diaper.
    	"Yeah, but I know my Mom wouldn't want to be buying them all the
    time," Lori said. "Though she doesn't seem to mind hitting all the
    thrift stores every couple of weeks or so to collect old underpants for
    Jay, and after a few washings we tend to just throw them out anyway. Go
    figure."
    	"So in a way, Jay's underpants are like disposable diapers," I
    stated. "I guess any diaper is eventually a disposable diaper, once it
    gets too stained or tattered."
    	"You got a point there, Chris," Tony said.
    	"Wouldn't it be easier if the boys just used toilets like we
    girls do?" Lori said to Diane. The mere notion of any of us boys using
    toilets was unthinkable!
    	"Yeah, and a lot less smelly, too," Diane said as she was
    undoubtedly catching a good whiff of the aroma of Jay's constant
    presence of wearing wet, soiled underpants all about the house. "But
    then we wouldn't get to see their cute diapered butts going around all
    the time."
    	"That's true," Lori said. "I must say that Jay looks pretty cute
    going around wearing more underpants at one time than I wear in an
    entire month. I think I'd miss getting to make up his diapers from old
    underpants, too."
    	"Well, I'd better get going," Diane said.
    	"Wait!" Aaron said as he held up his finger. "Don't leave just
    yet."
    	"What is it?" Diane asked. Aaron then went running back to Jay's
    room. He then came back out and brought to Diane a roll of film and
    asked her if she could have it developed.
    	"We took a bunch of pictures of each others in each other's
    diapers," Aaron told her. "You think you can develop these, too?"
    	"If I have time and if Mom and Dad aren't already busy processing
    other people's pictures," Diane explained. "I'm also doing Chris'
    pictures first since he's a paying customer."
    	"That's fine," Aaron said. With this Diane took the roll of film
    with her and stuck into the tight front pocket of her tight blue jeans
    and told us that she'd be back before five o'clock.
    	"So, what have you guys been doing?" Tony asked Aaron and Jay. I
    was curious, too, since Jay didn't have all that much to do at his
    house.
    	"We counted Jay's underpants last night," Aaron said.
    	"Really, and how many does he have?"
    	"Would you believe, 738 pairs?" Aaron said. "That's one pair of
    underwear a day for over two years, I figured, that is, assuming you
    use a toilet and only change once a day, which of course we don't."
    	"Holy shit!" I said. "738?! That many?!" The thought of having
    this much underwear to be used as diapers instantly stiffened my dick.
    	"We were surprised, too," Aaron said. "Jay thought he only had
    maybe three or four hundred pairs, which is still a lot."
    	"Damn, I'll say," Tony said. Aaron then showed me a complete,
    itemized list of Jay's current underwear inventory, which included over
    200 pairs of Fruit of the Loom, 250 pairs of Hanes, over a hundred
    pairs of BVD's, and several various department store brands. The list
    was detailed right down to the sizes of each pair as well as the number
    of layers sewn into the seats of each pair. So far his sisters had made
    for him over 60 pairs with four-layered seats.
    	"I know I probably have the equivalent of that much underwear in
    diapers," I said.
    	"I've got at least a dozen Thickies diapers and about six dozen
    regular diapers," Aaron stated. I knew I had him beat.
    	"I'm up to two dozen Thickies diapers and about eight dozen
    regular diapers, including some prefolds and some flat diapers," I
    said. "I don't think anyone in my family has calculated how much this
    many diapers has cost my Mom and Dad. Shit, if they ever did this-- who
    knows-- they might consider-- gasp!! -- toilet training me again, and
    justify the added expense of my would-be toilet paper usage-- but that
    sure as hell ain't ever gonna happen!"
    	"How do your parents pay for your diapers?" Jay asked, knowing
    that his mom could never earn nearly enough money to buy this many
    diapers and still pay the rent. He knew we were fairly well off as a
    family, but not Rockefellers by any means.
    	"For starters, I got free diapers for participating in the photo
    shoot for Thickies diapers ads, then, as a D.B.A. Club Director I get a
    discount on Thickies diapers," I explained.
    	"But you still have a lot of diapers," Jay said.
    	"Yeah, that I do, and I'm damn proud of it. My Dad says that to
    pay for all my diapers it's coming out of the stock portfolio that he's
    set up for me. He's never really made it clear on whether or not he's
    kidding about this since he always tells my family this in a half-
    serious, half-joking voice. It's hard to tell with him what the hell
    he's thinking sometimes."
    	"Once my year of free disposable Thickies is up my Mom said
    she'll be spending seventy to eighty dollars a month on diapers for me.
    She says it will come out of my Dad's alimony checks anyway."
    	"So is that all you guys did was count Jay's underwear last
    night?" Tony asked.
    	"Pretty much, but we also played a couple games of Scrabble,"
    Aaron said. "Get this, one of my words was DIAPERS!"
    	"And one of mine was EXCRETE," Jay said with a laugh. "I won that
    game because I got triple points on the X."
    	"We took a whole bunch of pictures of each other putting on each
    other's diapers, too," Aaron added. "I hope Diane gets our pictures
    done today. I can't wait to show them to you guys."
    	Jay then picked up some sheets of paper and showed them to us.
    	"Look what Aaron drew for me!" he said as he showed us several
    drawings that Aaron had done of him, some of them showing Jay in his
    multiple underpants and some of him in the Thickies diapers. Aaron's
    hand was amazing when it came to drawing a picture (of course I knew
    what else he liked to do with his hands, just like all us diaper boys
    do). He captured all the subtle details of Jay's underpants, including
    the individual waistbands that were showing along with the seams for
    the label, as well as some of the labels themselves as some pairs were
    apparently worn inside-out. He drew all the creases and folds to accent
    the thickness of Jay's underpants and reproduced the proper shading. He
    emphasized the presence of the extra layers in the seats of his briefs
    by accenting the irregularly formed seams created by the additional
    panels seen in the back of each pair. I was getting hard looking at
    these drawings. Aaron explained apologetically that all he had was a
    standard number two pencil to draw the pictures.
    	"It would have turned out better if I had brought my drawing
    pencils with me," he said. "Next time I stay over I will."
    	"They're still a hell of a lot better than anything I could do,"
    I said. Tony also liked to draw, but said he could never do what Aaron
    was capable of doing. Jay then showed us the last drawing, which showed
    Aaron standing next to his sister Lori in her cutoffs, similar to many
    drawings he had made of himself standing next to Diane.
    	"How did you get her to stand still like that?" I asked Aaron.
    	"I didn't," Aaron said. "I just looked at Lori and studied how
    she looked and then went from there," he said.
    	"You think you'll be an artist when you grow up?" Tony asked
    Aaron.
    	"I already am an artist," Aaron said. "My parents already said
    that they will send me to an art academy after I graduate from high
    school."
    	We briefly deviated from the usual discussions of thick, white
    diapers, sticky brown poop and smelly butts and talked about what we
    all planned to do when we grew up.
    	"I think I want to do something in computers," I said. "Maybe
    work at Hewlett-Packard or something. Either that or work for CKM's
    marketing department and sell Thickies diapers to all the boys in the
    world. They've got to be making a killing with as many as they're
    selling. Dad's told me that my stock portfolio shows this, too, which
    is why I think he's serious about taking the cost of my diapers out of
    it."
    	"I've thought about maybe being a plumber," Tony said, although
    somewhat tentatively. I was kind of surprised by this and asked Tony
    why.
    	"They make lots of money," he said.
    	"So do people in other jobs," Aaron said.
    	"Wouldn't that be the ultimate irony?" I commented. "You'd be
    installing toilets and fixing them, yet you haven't used one yourself
    in four years."
    	"Yeah," Tony laughed. "Damn right I haven't, and it will be a lot
    longer than that by the time I get to be an adult. Another thing is
    that I wouldn't have to worry about my butt crack showing because my
    diapers would always cover it up." We all laughed at the thought of
    this. Tony then stated that he wasn't really sure what he wanted to do.
    	"I'd rather do white-collar work than blue-collar, anyway," he
    said, pretty much dismissing the notion of ever being a plumber.
    	"I'd rather do white diaper work myself," I said, giving us all
    another good little laugh. Tony continued and said he would prefer to
    go into banking or perhaps to be a stockbroker, even though my Dad
    would probably tell him a few things about his job that might
    discourage Tony from entering this field.
    	"I don't know what I want to be when I grow up," Jay said with a
    hopeless sigh. "I want to finish high school and go to college so I
    don't have to work in a restaurant like my Mom and my sister Jolene
    both do," Jay said. "They both hate their jobs and don't make very much
    money. If Mom made more money she could afford real diapers for me and
    I'd be wearing real diapers all the time."
    	"Maybe we can get you some diapers for your birthday or maybe
    Christmas, Jay," I said. "When is your birthday?"
    	"November 27," he said. "It's two days after Thanksgiving this
    year. When I turned six it was right on Thanksgiving. In fact, I was
    born on Thanksgiving."
    	"Really?" both Tony and I said, having never thought about having
    a birthday on Thanksgiving. We all agreed that a Christmas birthday
    would be a real bummer, though, so Thanksgiving couldn't have been all
    that much better as far as birthdays were concerned.
    	"Yeah, we usually do my birthday and Thanksgiving on the same
    day," Jay added. "And we usually go to my Aunt Trudy's house since my
    Mom always has to work that day, too."
    	"That's gotta suck," I said. "I mean, that your mom always has to
    work on Thanksgiving."
    	"At least you get to go to your Aunt's house," Tony said.
    	"Yeah, but I don't really like going there," Jay said glumly.
    	"Why's that?" Tony asked.
    	"First, it's out in the middle of nowhere and there's nothing to
    do there unless it snows. And then my cousins always tease me for
    pooping my pants all the time and wetting the bed," Jay said. "And my
    Aunt Trudy thinks it's ridiculous that I wear so much underwear at a
    time and she gets mad at me when I don't try to make it to the toilet."
    	"Well, how could you, wearing as much underwear as you normally
    do?" I pointed out.
    	"That was her point, and this is something that she and my mom
    disagree about. She said that my Mom wasn't helping me any by having me
    wear a bunch of underpants that I couldn't get off fast enough, so two
    years ago my Aunt told me to take it all off, all except for one pair,
    and then she tried to get me to use the toilet."
    	"So, did you?" I asked Jay.
    	"I tried," he said. "But I ended up pooping my pants anyway. My
    pants wouldn't even fit. They were too loose since I needed my extra
    underwear for them to fit, so I had to keep holding them up and they
    kept falling down. My cousins thought this was funny. I was running to
    the bathroom when my pants slipped down and they watched me poop into
    my underwear, and then the poop leaked out and got on the floor, so
    Aunt Trudy got mad about this and she made me clean it up, too and
    threatened not to give me my birthday presents if I did it again."
    	I had to feel sorry for Jay. I couldn't blame him for not wanting
    to go to his aunt's house for Thanksgiving every year.
    	"Who are your cousins?" I asked Jay, trying to change the subject
    a little.
    	"They're names are Corey and Brittany," Jay said. "Corey's twelve
    and Brittany's nine."
    	Damn, I thought. I didn't like to think of boys with a potential
    diaper fetish to get their influences from a younger sister if Jay's
    cousin Corey happened to be into diapers.
    	"Do you think Corey would try wearing diapers? Or lots of
    underpants?" I asked Jay, specifically only inquiring about Corey,
    being that he was a boy.
    	"No. He doesn't even like white underwear," Jay answered. "He
    wears boxers and says that if my underwear didn't look like diapers
    then I wouldn't be using them as diapers."
    	"Has your aunt ever threatened to put Corey in diapers for
    teasing you or anything?" I asked. I never gave any thought to the
    possibility that Brittany could possibly be subjected to these
    circumstances, too, as my diaper-boy mind didn't work that way and
    didn't allow for such notions to be formulated.
    	"No, in fact, she just lets him and Brittany call me names and
    laugh at me when I stink and poop in my pants. She tells me that if I'd
    stop pooping my pants my cousins wouldn't make fun of me anymore."
    	"That's really gotta suck," I said. "So, what happened when you
    had accidents?"
    	"Aunt Trudy would scold me, and one time she spanked me for it.
    Last year, though, she gave up and decided that I was better off in my
    'diapers'. She made me go around in them in front of Corey and
    Brittany. Mom sent me with a big supply and Aunt Trudy made me wear all
    of them."
    	"What's the big deal about that?" I said. "You do that all the
    time anyway, just like we do, wear just your diapers and show them off
    with pride. It's all part of being a true red-blooded and white-butted
    diaper boy."
    	"I felt different about it then," Jay said. "After meeting you
    guys, I really love being in my 'diapers' now, even if it's usually
    just a bunch of underpants worn together. Well, I liked how they looked
    and felt on me before, but I just didn't want to tell anybody. I sort
    of liked the attention I got from Brittany for it, too, saying that I
    looked cute and all."
    	"This is how I used to feel, too," I said. "But my sisters now
    know how much I love being in diapers and they know I enjoyed the
    attention they gave me then, and still do."
    	Aaron asked me what I had in my bag. He knew that there had to
    have been more than just a supply of diapers, especially as he saw the
    corner of a box pressing up against the underside of the fabric. He
    asked me what the box was, so I pulled out the Twister game.
    	"You got Twister?" Aaron asked excitedly. "I love that game!"
    	"Cool," I said. "So do I."
    	"Yeah, my cousins and I used to play it all the time," Aaron
    said.
    	"So what are your cousins like?" Tony asked Aaron.
    	"Well, there's Sam and Laura, and then there's Troy and Mark,
    Sheila and Heather, and Michael, Gary, and Joanna, oh, and Keith."
    	"Wow," I said, thinking about how I only had my cousins Suzy,
    Nancy and Darren to keep track of.
    	"Do any of them wear diapers?" Tony asked.
    	"Sheila does," Aaron said. "But then, she's only two."
    	"Is she being potty trained yet?" I asked, glad to know that she
    was only a toddler.
    	"I don't know, haven't seen her since this summer's family
    reunion," Aaron said. "I'll find out for you."
    	"Please do, thanks," I said. "She's closer to two than three,
    right?"
    	"Yeah, she won't be three until next July," Aaron assured me.
    	"Okay, so do any of your *boy* cousins wear diapers?" I
    specified, anything to get the image of a girl wearing diapers,
    regardless of her age, out of my mind.
    	"Yeah, there's Mark, Keith and Sam," Aaron said. He also
    apologized for opening by mentioning Sheila, but explained that he
    wanted to get her mention out of the way early and get to the boys
    since he knew these were the only ones I was interested in. I was
    really interested to hear about all of these boy cousins that he had
    all wearing diapers.
    	"Sam is a boy, right?" I asked. "Sam, as in Samuel, not Samantha,
    right?"
    	"Yes, Sam's a boy," Aaron said. "I've seen him naked, so I ought
    to know."
    	"But he still looks like a boy, anyway, doesn't he?" I asked,
    since most of the time a person didn't have to see another person naked
    to determine their sex.
    	"Oh yeah, he's definitely a boy, no mistake about it."
    	"How old are they?" I asked. "I mean, all your boy cousins who
    wear diapers?" I was hoping they'd all be four or older, but I was
    disappointed that only one of them was.
    	"Let's see, Keith's only two months old, so he doesn't count,
    well, I mean, he does count, but, shit, he's only two months old, so he
    doesn't count because of that, I mean, maybe when he's older he'll..."
    	"We know what you mean," Tony intervened. "At that age it doesn't
    matter since they're all in diapers then anyway."
    	"That's true," Aaron said. He then continued and said, "Mark is
    two, two years old, that is."
    	"Is he still in diapers?" I asked. I realized then how I phrased
    my question regarding a two-year-old boy in diapers versus a girl of
    the same age differently, this time saying it in favor of Mark wearing
    diapers.
    	"He was in them at the family reunion, and it's all he ever wore
    the whole time, never wore any shorts or pants. I got plenty of
    pictures of him, too, of course," Aaron added with a big smile.
    	"What about Sheila? What was she wearing?"
    	"She was dressed most of the time," Aaron said. "I'll find out
    about Mark, too, while I'm at it."
    	"Thanks," I told Aaron. "How old is Sam?"
    	"He's nine," Aaron said.
    	"Wow, and he wears diapers, too?"
    	"Oh yeah. When he was five and I was six we both found out that
    we liked to wear diapers. His sister Laura doesn't change him very
    much, but she likes to see him running around in them."
    	Aaron spent the next several minutes talking about Sam. While
    doing this all of us were rubbing our diapers. Aaron talked about how
    Sam had even joined a D.B.A. club that started up in his hometown.
    	"I've got lots of pictures of Sam in his diapers, too," Aaron
    added. He promised to show them to us sometime.
    	I then told Jay and Aaron about my cousins, which Tony already
    knew about, of course. I told them about the times Suzy and Nancy had
    diapered me. I saved my cousin Darren stories for last, of course. Most
    of Tony's family lived in the Midwest where he had lived before he
    moved out to Idaho with his mother and his sister to get away from his
    dad. None of his cousins had been out to see Tony in his diapers since
    he began wearing them four years ago.
    	"They all know I wear diapers," he said. "But as far as I know
    none of them wear diapers, except for my little cousin Brandon, who's
    only one and a half."
    	We were starting to get restless after awhile, so we went out to
    the front room and spread out the Twister mat and played a few rounds.
    Lori watched us play, taking turns with the spinner. We invited Lori to
    join in the fun, but she said "I don't want my face pressed up against
    one of your stinky butts!"
    	"That's part of the fun," I told her.
    	"I guess, if you like wearing diapers in the first place," she
    said. "I'll just sit and watch you guys grope each other's asses."
    	Lori continued to watch us play as at one point or another we all
    became an entangled cluster of bare boy legs, arms and thickly diapered
    butts. At Aaron's request, Lori took several pictures of us using his
    camera, which had a new roll of film in it. Before we realized it, it
    was almost five o'clock and Diane had returned to pick us all up. She
    had two envelopes of pictures in her hand.
    	"Did you do my pictures, too?" Aaron asked his big sister.
    	"Yes, Aaron, don't get your diapers in a bunch, I got them done."
    	"My diapers already are in a bunch!" Aaron said. Diane just
    rolled her eyes and said, "whatever." She then handed Aaron the photos
    and explained that she got them done since it was slow at the store,
    citing the weather which had since become rainy.
    	"Oh man, we still have to ride our bikes home from Cody's and
    Jordan's house in this weather," I said as I looked out the window.
    	"I can run you guys home," Diane offered.
    	"You sure?" I asked.
    	"Sure," Diane offered.
    	"Cool. You mind taking a couple others with you?"
    	"Who would that be?" Diane asked.
    	"Cody and Jordan, the two boys I babysit," I said.
    	"As long as you can get them back home again," Diane said.
    	"I'll make sure of that," I said.
    	"Well, Aaron, I'd say you need to get your own diapers back and
    give Jay his 'diapers' back," Diane said to Aaron and Jay, seeing that
    they were still wearing each other's diapers. "Do you still have some
    clean diapers?"
    	"Oh yeah, I do," Aaron said.
    	"Let me change you before we go. Where can I go to change my
    brother's diapers?" Diane asked Lori.
    	"Just change him out here," she said. "It's not like I haven't
    seen Jay naked and his butt covered with shit before."
    	"Can I see my pictures?" I asked Diane. She then handed me the
    envelope and then Tony and I looked at them.
    	"Hey, these turned out great!" I said. "You even did 4 x 6's,
    nice!"
    	Next we looked at Aaron's pictures. Lori looked at them along
    with us, being that she took some of them, including some where Aaron
    was diapering Jay in Thickies diapers. She got plenty of butt shots of
    both boys. She then told Jay that he needed to take the Thickies
    diapers off and return them to Aaron and then "get some underwear back
    on that poopy butt of yours."
    	"I don't want to take them off just yet," Jay said.
    	"Well, they're not your diapers and you need to give them back to
    Aaron. You have puh-lenty of your own 'diapers.'"
    	"Oh, okay," Jay groaned. He reluctantly pulled off his plastic
    pants and then he started taking the many large diaper pins out of the
    big, topmost diaper that he had on. He was having trouble undoing the
    pins since they were interlocked with one another, so Lori helped him
    take them out. In the meantime, Aaron was stripping off Jay's
    underpants in several subsets at a time, about three or four in most of
    the bunches. They were all soaked of piss from front to back. His pee
    mixed in with the big pile of poop in his butt and this blending of
    liquid and solid bodily wastes made the first several inner pairs of
    briefs become tainted brown in the seat. The smells permeated the
    already dank, musty air of the small household.
    	"How can you stand that smell?" Lori said.
    	"I've been doing this since Aaron was a toddler," Diane said.
    "You get used to it."
    	"I don't know if I could," Lori said. "I can barely tolerate the
    smells that Jay creates. "That's another reason we have him wear
    underwear that he can put on himself instead of relying on someone to
    help him change his 'diapers.'"
    	Once Lori had the diapers off of Jay she told him to go clean up
    and get some underpants on. Diane took the wet and soiled diapers and
    put them in a large garbage bag that Aaron had brought with him. Diane
    then asked what to do with the soiled underpants.
    	"Just leave them there. I'll have Jay run them into the washroom
    once he's done."
    	I asked Lori if I could use the phone to call Sue to let her know
    that we were coming. Lori said "go ahead." I then went into the
    kitchen, where I could still see Diane cleaning Aaron up and getting
    ready to diaper him. While I dialed the number and waited for someone
    to answer I observed Tony as he sat on the couch and looked at the
    photos between taking glances at Diane diapering Aaron. Sue then
    answered the phone.
    	"Hello Sue, this is Chris," I told her. "I'm just calling to find
    out if your boys are ready."
    	"Well, I don't know if you've looked outside, Chris, but I don't
    want my boys going out in the cold and windy rain."
    	"Actually, someone's giving us a ride home," I said. "Would it be
    okay if we stopped by and got the boys and brought them with us?"
    	"Well, okay, but you won't have a lot of time to spend with them
    since I'm going to pick them up again for supper."
    	"That sounds good," I said. "We'll be there in about ten to
    fifteen minutes."
    	"See you then, goodbye," Sue said before we each hung up. Diane
    was busy pinning up Aaron's diapers and Jay was still getting washed
    up. I told Lori that I would take care of Jay's dirty underwear.
    	"Please do, thanks," she said. She told me to grab a plastic
    grocery bag from the laundry room and load them up. There was enough
    underwear to completely fill the bag, especially with the added volume
    of the pee and poop. The bag was quite heavy, likely weighing at least
    nine or ten pounds. I asked Lori if she wanted me to start washing
    them.
    	"Might as well," she said. With this I dumped the dirty underwear
    into the washing machine along with another pile of stinking once-white
    briefs and stuffed them into the machine. I estimated that there had to
    have been over a hundred pairs of underwear in this one load alone. If
    Jay wore forty to five pairs on average and changed three times a day,
    this meant that he went through as much as 150 pairs a day, or over a
    thousand pairs a week! At the very least he had to have used at least
    five hundred pairs in a week. No wonder he had well over seven hundred
    pairs of underwear! As I thought this over I succumbed to the urge to
    jack off. My diaper sexual tensions had really built up by then anyway
    and I needed to relieve myself, so I lay on the floor and brought
    myself to come in less than a minute. As I lay there and cooled off
    from my ejaculatory high Lori came into the room to find out why I had
    been gone so long. She didn't say anything when she saw me on the
    floor, still breathing hard and sweating, but she knew what I had just
    done.
    	"I didn't hear the washer start up so I thought you might have
    been having trouble with it," Lori said, trying not to embarrass me.
    The fact is, I never even got this far, but I pretended like I had
    tried, but Lori knew us diaper boys better than this and she
    acknowledged this with a knowing smile. Lori then showed me what
    setting to use. She then scooped up a big cup full of detergent, which
    was purchased in bulk.
    	By the time I got back out to the front room Jay had cleaned
    himself up and he was back into his own "diapers" again, wearing plenty
    of underwear to keep his butt securely padded up for the rest of the
    afternoon and probably for the rest of the evening as well. Tony, Aaron
    and I said goodbye to Jay and then we all ventured out into the cold
    wind and rain in our diapers.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 155
    ----------------------------

    	Diane dropped Aaron off first and she let Tony and I get our
    bikes while we were there, and we put them in the back of the pickup. I
    also picked up my sweatpants that I had left behind before going to
    Jay's house. Since it was getting late in the afternoon Tony thought
    that perhaps he should probably get back home.
    	"I'm wondering if I've gotten any calls on that babysitter ad we
    put up today," Tony added. I told him this was cool. With this, Diane
    said she would let him off at his house.
    	First, Diane took Tony and me to Cody's and Jordan's house. By
    this time the rain had picked up. Diane had her umbrella with her, but
    it did little good for three of us to crowd underneath it, especially
    as the rain was being blown by the wind. Sue came to the door and she
    immediately invited us into the house.
    	"You boys are lucky you're getting a ride," Sue said, seeing that
    we were all wet from just standing outside in it for a few seconds. We
    took a moment to introduce Diane to Sue. Sue then went to get Cody and
    Jordan from their room to tell them that we were here now. The two boys
    excited came scampering out of their room in their Thickies diapers.
    They weren't expecting to see Diane, however, thinking that only Tony
    and me were coming back.
    	"Who are you?" Jordan asked the tall, stout girl towering above
    them.
    	"My name's Diane," she said in a friendly voice.
    	"You're not our new babysitter, are you?" Cody asked her.
    	"Nope, I'm not," she said.
    	"Good!" Jordan said. "Because girls don't let us go around in
    diapers!"
    	"Huh?" Diane said, taken aback. "What do you mean by that?"
    	"Because girls, like all the ones who babysat us before Chris,
    they wouldn't let us go around in just diapers, and they didn't like to
    change our diapers, and we didn't like any of them!" Cody explained.
    	"Yeah, we like Chris because he's a boy and he lets us wear just
    our diapers like we're wearing right now!" Jordan said.
    	"Well, if I were your babysitter I'd let you run around in your
    diapers," Diane said to them.
    	"You would?" Cody asked, sounding incredulous. "You're a girl!"
    	"Last time I checked I was, anyway," Diane said as she looked
    down at her large breasts, but otherwise trying not to direct the young
    boys' attention to this too much. "Why don't you think girls would let
    you run around in diapers?"
    	"Because they wouldn't let us!" Cody said.
    	"I have a brother and he's in diapers all the time, just like you
    two are, and just like Chris and Tony here. I also change his diapers.
    He enjoys it and I like doing it, too."
    	"Wow, you'd be a cool babysitter!" Cody said.
    	"Well, perhaps I could fill in if Chris couldn't make it, or if
    for any reason Chris couldn't babysit you anymore."
    	"No, don't tell me Chris isn't babysitting us anymore!" Jordan
    said.
    	"I'm not, keep your diapers on, boys!" I said. "I'm not going
    anywhere."
    	"I'm keeping my diapers on!" Cody said as he stood upright and
    showed off his super thick diapers with several pins stuck into each
    side.
    	"I would expect you to," Diane said. "You got a lot of pins in
    those diapers. Gee, I wonder where you got that idea?" Diane said as
    she turned to me and smiled. I just smiled back.
    	"But I was doing the same thing to my brother before I even knew
    Chris," Diane added. For the next couple minutes Diane and Sue
    exchanged some small talk about things such as their camera store and
    of course, about her brother Aaron.
    	"I have a feeling my boys will grow up to be like your brother,"
    Sue said. "At least I know that they will always be happy as long as
    they are in diapers just like your brother is."
    	At this point we decided that we'd better get moving. We went
    back out to the pickup and we all decided to climb into the back where
    we could all be together. Diane took Tony to his house where she had
    dropped him off with his bike.
    	Next, Diane dropped me and the two little boys off at my house
    and she let me get my bike out of the back before she took off for home
    again. With Cody and Jordan in tow, we all went into the house. I
    introduced Cody and Jordan to my mom and dad, who were both spending
    the day inside because of the weather. Dad had nodded off while
    watching a football game on TV, but was awakened when the two boys came
    into the house. When Cindy heard the voices of the two little boys she
    came into the room to check out the two little visitors.
    	"Oh wow, new recruits, I see," Cindy said as she looked at the
    boys and admired their cuteness, especially since they were in just
    their diapers and shirts.
    	"This is Cody and Jordan," I introduced to her.
    	"So, you boys are into diapers, I see," Cindy said to them.
    	"Yeah! We love diapers!" Cody said as he danced around and showed
    off his Thickies.
    	"Our Mom bought us Thickies!" Jordan stated as he joined his
    brother by showing off every angle of his new diapers, especially his
    butt.
    	"I'm beginning to wonder if my brother has some sort of aura that
    rubs off on every boy he meets," Cindy said. "How many diaper boys are
    you up to now, Chris?"
    	"Fourteen, counting myself," I said.
    	"Are they going to join your little club, too?" Cindy asked.
    	"Probably," I said. "They're invited to come to the next
    meeting."
    	"Do you change Chris' diapers?" Jordan asked Cindy.
    	"I do, yes," Cindy answered proudly.
    	"And you're a girl, too?"
    	"I should hope so!" Cindy said. "I'm not wearing diapers, if
    that's any indication," Cindy said as she showed off her Levi's.
    	"It is," I said.
    	"Yeah, only BOYS wear diapers!" Cody shouted proudly.
    	"So far, I'd have to say that you're right about that one," Cindy
    said.
    	"So do you like to change Chris' diapers?" Cody asked Cindy.
    	"I do," she said. "Why do you ask?"
    	"Because all the girls who babysat us didn't like to change boys'
    stinky diapers," Cody answered.
    	"They probably didn't have brothers at home who wore diapers,
    either," Cindy said.
    	Lisa then came into the living room and she looked at the two
    boys, each of whom eagerly introduced themselves to her and then asked
    who she was.
    	"I'm Lisa. I'm Chris' big sister," she said.
    	"Do you change Chris' diapers, too?" Cody asked.
    	"I used to, but Cindy does that now," she said.
    	"Why?" Cody wanted to know.
    	"Well, when you get older you stop doing those kinds of things, I
    guess," Lisa said. "Then when you have kids of your own you get to do
    it all over again."
    	"What are you boys all planning to do?" Mom asked me.
    	"I brought them over so they could meet Derek and Steven," I
    said.
    	"I see," Mom said. "Just don't make a lot of noise. Your dad's
    tired and he wants to rest."
    	At this point Dad looked at the score, apparently having slept
    through at least an entire quarter of the game. He wasn't too happy
    with the results.
    	"Ahh, hell, they're losing again," dad grumbled as he abruptly
    set the remote control down after shutting the TV off in disgust. If I
    didn't know better, I'd say that Dad had a bet riding on this one
    against someone at his work, and it wasn't in his favor, either. Dad
    then got up and told us to keep quiet since he was going to lie down
    and take a nap.
    	"We won't," I told Dad. Apparently he didn't catch what I said
    and instead kept going down the hall, so he must have really been
    needing that nap. I couldn't help but laugh.
    	Cody and Jordan then wanted to see my room, so of course I led
    them in there. As expected, the first thing that got their attention
    was the crib.
    	"Wow! You got a crib!" Cody exclaimed.
    	"Why do you sleep in a crib?" Jordan wanted to know.
    	"My parents got it for me when they had my room remodeled," I
    explained.
    	"Wow, I wanna try it out!" Cody said.
    	"Me, too!" came the response from Jordan. I boosted both boys up
    into the crib, taking my time so that I could enjoy the look and feel
    of their Thickies-diapered butts close up. I feigned having difficulty
    getting them up into my crib. I had a feeling the boys knew that I was
    doing this on purpose. Once they got into my crib they both lay down
    and rolled around. They got on their backs and started kicking their
    legs up in the air. Damn, how I wish I had a camera! In fact, I told
    them to stay put, not that they needed to be told since they were
    loving every bit of it. Since the gate was up they weren't going
    anywhere anyway. I quickly filled two bottles with milk and then
    grabbed a camera and took it into my room. I gave the boys each a
    bottle and then I took three pictures of them in my crib acting like
    little baby boys. The cutest one, I thought, would be the shot I got of
    them on their knees with their butts sticking up in the air, showing
    off their Thickies diapers.
    	I decided to let the boys out after this so that I could show
    them some other things. Cody and Jordan were fascinated by all the
    Thickies diaper ads that I had been putting up on my wall, along with
    all the other things I had relating to diapers.
    	"Wanna see how many diapers I have?" I asked the boys. Of course
    they were very curious about this, so I opened up my diaper cabinet.
    	"Wow!" both of the boys said. "You have a lot of diapers!"
    	"How many do you have?" Jordan asked.
    	"Funny thing you ask," I said. "We were talking about that while
    we were at Jay's house."
    	"Who's Jay?" Cody asked.
    	"Another friend of ours."
    	"Does he wear diapers, too?" Jordan asked.
    	"Well, yeah, more or less," I answered. The boys were confused as
    I was hedging on my answer, so I explained to them what his "diapers"
    were like.
    	"He must go through a lot of underwear!" Cody said.
    	"About a hundred to a hundred and fifty pairs a day," I said. The
    boys couldn't believe this, especially when I explained that it was
    more underwear than the rest of my family went through in an entire
    month.
    	"So how many diapers do you have?" Jordan asked again.
    	"I have two dozen Thickies diapers," I said as I pointed to the
    large shelf which could barely hold all of the clean ones. If at any
    point they were all clean and stored in the closet they wouldn't all
    have fit on one shelf.
    	"Then I have all of these diapers down here," I said as I pointed
    to my non-Thickies diapers. "I got about eight dozen of them."
    	"How many is that?" Cody asked, being that he hadn't yet learned
    his multiplication tables.
    	"It's about a hundred," I told him. I liked saying that I had
    over a hundred of them, rather than to just say "ninety-six." I figured
    I probably had more than the eight dozen diapers that I estimated
    anyway, since I was only taking into the account the clean diapers.
    	"Do you really go through that many diapers?" Cody asked.
    	"On average I use about two to three dozen a day, not counting
    the Thickies. Remember that I wear several of them at a time, too."
    	"Who washes all of them?" Jordan asked. I loved how inquisitive
    these two boys were about my diapers.
    	"Just Cindy does now," I said. "It's how she earns most of her
    allowance, especially since Lisa is working at her own job now. She
    makes almost as much as I do babysitting you guys."
    	"What was that?" Cindy asked as she suddenly came into my room,
    without knocking of course, being that the need for doing so was long
    ago abolished.
    	"We were just talking about how much money Mom pays you each week
    to change my diapers and wash them."
    	Cindy just nodded and then said, "I bet you need a diaper
    change." How right she was. I hadn't been changed all day long. With
    this I got up on my changing table and Cindy went to work. Cody and
    Jordan watched intently, of course.
    	"I bet you I could make money just charging admission for people
    to watch you get your diapers changed," Cindy added. I momentarily
    envisioned our house with a big marquee over it, complete with chasing
    lights around the border. It would read: WATCH CHRIS GET HIS BUTT
    DIAPERED BY HIS SISTER! ADMISSION $3. I know I'd pay to watch a boy get
    his butt diapered b his sister if I didn't get to see it for free all
    the time myself.
    	The two boys sat in my crib with the gate down where they could
    get a good view of Cindy's hands working. One by one, the pins came out
    of the diapers with a growing pile of pins forming off to the side. The
    watched Cindy remove the Thickies diapers, followed by the many more
    regular diapers that she had pinned onto me. Each diaper went into the
    pail and it was getting filled to the top with wet, dirty stinky
    diapers. I could see the boys grabbing at their crotches as they saw
    how many diapers I was wearing. I knew that they each had a stiffie
    deeply buried in their Thickies. They were amazed at how much poop I
    had put in the diapers.
    	"Bet you couldn't tell I was so poopy, huh?" I said. "That's one
    thing I like about Thickies. They're so thick that you can't tell when
    I've pooped!"
    	"That's what I like about them, too," Cindy said. "I'm glad I
    only have to smell your butt during a diaper change."
    	The boys noticed how much larger my dick was than theirs. Of
    course it was standing just as fully erect as it could be. I had
    encountered several erections over the course of the day, and even
    though I only jacked off at Jay's house a little while ago, I was ready
    to do it again.
    	Cody and Jordan giggled as they watched Cindy work her way around
    my large erection, watching it sway and tilt with every wipe that Cindy
    made to my balls and my crotch.
    	"Just think of what you two will have to look forward to in about
    six to seven years," I said to them. I figured they had to have seen
    their dad naked a time or two, although probably not with an erection.
    At their age they were probably just curious, wondering if all boys
    looked the same down there.
    	Next Cindy brought out my diapers. The boys' eyes were like
    saucers when they noted how tall the stack was.
    	"Since it's later than usual I'm night-diapering him now," Cindy
    explained. As she pinned each diaper on me the boys counted along with
    her as she inserted the pins and put the diapers on. Jordan counted the
    diaper pins while Cody counted the diapers themselves. They started out
    with imitating the Count from Sesame Street.
    	"SEVEN diaper pins, *EIGHT* diaper pins—- ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh!"
    	"Shh, quiet it down, my Dad's resting," Cindy told the boys.
    	"Oh, sorry," Jordan whispered sheepishly. The boys then spoke
    softly as they continued counting the pins and the diapers that Cindy
    was putting on me. By the time Cindy was done she had me in twelve
    regular diapers and two Thickies, all held tightly around my waist with
    104 diaper pins total!
    	Cindy then started to leave the room with the diaper pail, but I
    told her to wait.
    	"What?" she asked. I helped Cody and Jordan get down from my crib
    and then told them, "pick up my diaper pail, feel how heavy it is."
    	"Whoa!" Cody said as he couldn't believe how much weight there
    was in my wet and soiled diapers. I knew that water weighs 8.33 pounds
    per gallon, a fact I looked up one time for this very reason. I figured
    I must have peed and pooped at least this much between diaper changes.
    	Next I showed the boys my disposable diapers on the next shelf
    down, onto which a full package could barely fit and it often had to be
    crammed in there. Lastly I showed them my plastic pants, the two diaper
    wipes tubs, each of which was full of pins, one just for the extra
    large Thickies pins. I also had my wipes, powder and lotion kept in
    there.
    	Next I showed the boys a few of my photo albums, nearly every
    picture showing me wearing just diapers and a shirt.
    	"Wow, you get to wear diapers a lot, don't you?" Cody said.
    	"Well, I *always* get to wear diapers," I said. "But I assume you
    mean that I get to wear *just* diapers most of the time."
    	"You got a lot of pictures of your butt!" Jordan laughed.
    	"I know, you can credit my sisters for that," I said with a
    smile. I showed them the pictures that were taken of me at Christmas of
    the same year I got put into diapers. They were wondering what my shirt
    said in these pictures.
    	"It says 'MY NAME IS DIAPER-BUTT!'," I told them. "My sisters had
    that shirt made for me and they gave it to me for Christmas."
    	I then got up and went to my closet to get out that shirt. I
    couldn't fit into it anymore and I had outgrown it within a year. I
    wore that shirt as much as I could, not because I was made to wear it,
    but because I wanted to wear it. It was well-worn by the time and it
    was ready to be retired. The shirttail was tattered from all the times
    that it had been fastened to my diapers with diaper pins. I explained
    all of this to Cody and Jordan.
    	"How did you get the picture on there?" Cody asked me. I told him
    how they did it at the T-shirt place.
    	"Wow, I want a shirt like that!" Cody said.
    	"Me, too!" his brother replied.
    	"Well, maybe I'll get you each a shirt like this one for your
    birthday, how's that sound?"
    	"Yeah!" both boys cheered. I knew I couldn't let them down, so I
    planned to get with Sue on this and se if she'd let me borrow some
    photos of her boys in their still-new Thickies diapers.
    	I showed the boys my collection of drawings and photos of the
    other boys in the D.B.A. club along with the newsletters and other
    materials that I had acquired since the club started. I was needing to
    get a filing cabinet just for club materials. My desk drawer just
    wasn't big enough to do the job anymore.
    	I continued to go through my drawer and show the boys the toilet
    training books that my Mom had bought for me. The boys got a real laugh
    from reading Mom's comments about my toilet training in the log that
    she kept at the back of one of the books. I showed them my copies of
    the Mad Libs that we did at Derek's house recently. I couldn't believe
    how much diaper-related stuff I had gathered; I hadn't even yet gotten
    to my collection of diaper advertisements from magazines yet, not my
    videotaped diaper commercials and segments from "America's Funniest
    Home Videos", plus movie and TV excerpts of diapered boy scenes.
    	Soon I realized that it was getting close to six o'clock and I
    hadn't even taken Cody and Jordan over to meet Derek and Steven yet.
    	"Shit! we'd better get going!" I said as I looked at my watch.
    The two boys snickered as they heard me say this word.
    	"Don't tell your Mom I said that word, all right?" I said to the
    boys.
    	"Okay, just as long as you don't tell her we say it, too," Cody
    said. With this, he and Jordan both started going around saying "shit"
    and laughing. They were getting carried away with it, so I had to tell
    them to quiet it down since my dad was probably in the middle of his
    nap by now.
    	"What time do you think your Mom will be by?" I asked them.
    	"I don't know," Cody said.
    	"Well, let's get our diapered butts over there," I said. With
    this I picked up my Twister game and then I led Cody and Jordan out
    into the cold late September weather and we went over to Derek's house.
    Jennie greeted us at the door.
    	"Gee, Chris, you won't wear pants for anything, will you?" she
    said as she noticed that I was wearing only diapers in spite of the
    weather. I did have my jacket on, however, as did the two boys.
    	"Actually, I do have some sweatpants," I said, explaining that I
    decided it wasn't worth wearing them over here from next door. Jennie
    then invited us in. She asked me who the two boys were, so once again I
    introduced them.
    	"Ohhh! They look so adorable in their THICKIES diapers!" Jennie
    said while she put her hands together and held them to one side of her
    face. The boys just giggled and blushed at this. Jennie then noticed
    the Twister game that I was carrying.
    	"And just what do you plan to do with that?" she asked, not that
    she needed to since she knew the answer.
    	"Play with each other's diapered butts," I said.
    	"I figured as much," Jennie said. With this she told us to go
    ahead and go into Derek's room.
    	"Hey Derek!" I said as I greeted him. Both Derek and Steven were
    on the floor playing with their Legos. Both of them were in just their
    diapers, shirts and socks. Tyler, the little brother of Jennie's friend
    Melanie, was even there, and all he had on was a shirt and a diaper.
    His diaper was a disposable, though, and not even a Thickies diaper.
    Still, just the fact that he apparently won the potty training battle
    was pleasing enough. Cody and Jordan exchanged greetings with the three
    boys.
    	"Wow, you wear diapers, too!" Derek said to Cody.
    	"Well, I sure wouldn't mistake those for Fruit of the Looms," I
    said. "Unless you were Jay, perhaps."
    	Derek and Steven hit it off well with Cody and Jordan and they
    got acquainted with one another quickly, talking about how they all
    wound up in diapers. Tyler didn't say a lot, other than that he didn't
    like going to the potty and wanted to stay in diapers. Tyler and Steven
    were busy playing with their toys in one corner of the room while
    Derek, Cody, Jordan and I all sat on his bed. Each of us sat with his
    legs apart to show off our diapers to each other. I told Derek that he
    and the twin boys all went to the same school, which excited Derek even
    more. Derek did tell me, though, that he had found a friend in his own
    grade.
    	"Cool!" I said, although I was beginning to wonder just how much
    larger our group could get before it was no longer manageable, assuming
    his new friend would want to join us at the next meeting. I asked Derek
    how he found this friend. His usual exuberance was quieted when he told
    me the story.
    	"I had a poop accident at school yesterday," Derek said.
    "Everybody found out about it and one of them said, 'he should wear
    diapers,' and then another one of them checked my pants and lifted my
    shirt and said, 'he already does wear diapers!'"
    	"Oh no," I said, trying to console Derek since I knew how
    embarrassing it is to shit one's pants in school for the first time.
    	"I remember the first time I pooped myself in school. I had no
    choice, though, I was diapered up so much I couldn't ever get them off.
    One time I tried to go to school without diapers because everyone was
    laughing at me, and ended up pooping in my pants that day anyway. It's
    a lot different at school than it is at home, until you get used to it,
    that is. Now everybody knows I poop in my diapers in school every day."
    	"I was trying to hold it until I got home, but I couldn't, and I
    ended up farting really loud during recess while I was climbing the
    rope ladder. The kid behind me heard it and smelled it and he got mad
    because my butt was right in his face."
    	"Did you cry?" I asked Derek, knowing that he probably did, being
    that he was only seven, after all.
    	"Yeah, but not because I pooped, but because I was embarrassed,"
    he said.
    	"So how did you get a friend out of this incident?" I asked
    Derek.
    	"He came up to me during the last recess and told me that he does
    the same thing. I asked him if he meant that he poops his pants and he
    said 'yes.'"
    	"Really?" I said. "You mean, he wears diapers, too, right?"
    	"Yeah. We went into the bathroom and then he pulled his pants
    down to show me his diapers."
    	"Does he poop in them all the time?" I asked.
    	"Yeah, he says he's had to wear them and was never potty
    trained," Derek explained.
    	"Why wasn't be potty trained?"
    	"He wouldn't tell me," Derek said. "But you know what?"
    	"What's that?" I asked Derek.
    	"He wears Thickies, too!" Derek said with excitement.
    	"All right!" I said. "I assume he likes to wear them."
    	"He does, now that he knows that I'm not the only one."
    	"And you're not," I said. "Now you have Cody and Jordan to look
    for at school. What's this other boy's name anyway?"
    	"Eric," he said.
    	"Eric and Derek, I love it!" I said.
    	"Yeah, Derek wears Thickies because his Mom says they hold his
    poop better. He has to go without pants at home, but he says he likes
    to be in just his diapers, just that he doesn't tell his Mom that."
    	"Bring him to the next meeting. I'm sure his mom would let him if
    she knew that it would help him feel better about needing to wear
    diapers. I'd love to meet him."
    	Since I knew that time was running short I asked the boys if they
    wanted to play a couple rounds of Twister before Cody's and Jordan's
    Mom showed up. All of the boys agreed to this. Since I had already
    played it twice and that there would be five boys out there playing, I
    decided to just be the spinner and watch them all play and get their
    faces in each other's diapered butts. It made me wish I had brought the
    camera with me, but there were plenty of opportunities for this later
    on.
    	After they played five rounds Derek and Steven were called to
    have supper and I had to get going. Melanie had shown up while I was in
    the bedroom with the boys. Melanie barged into the room and told Tyler
    to get his pants and his coat on, doing so in a demanding way.
    	"Hurry up! Mom's got supper ready!" she said.
    	"So, I see he's still in diapers," I said to Melanie. I knew
    she'd snap back at me, but I didn't care since I didn't like the bitch
    anyway.
    	"Thanks to you, yes, he is in diapers!" Melanie huffed.
    	"Ain't it great?" I said.
    	"Not when you have to change him every day and have to put up
    with all your friends asking you why your little brother isn't potty
    trained."
    	"So what do you tell them when they ask?"
    	"I tell them about you, making my little brother want to wear
    diapers and then I have to tell them what a diaper-freak you are. Mom
    gave up toilet training him, threw out his potty chair and told him
    that he is going to stay in diapers from now on!"
    	"That's music to my ears!" I said, proud to have influenced yet
    another boy to stay in his diapers. I knelt down to Tyler and said,
    "Good job, diaper boy! Congratulations, you did it! You won the toilet
    training battle! Diaper boys rule!" He just laughed. I told him to give
    me the high five, well, as high as a nearly five-year-old boy could do
    anyway
    	"Who are they?" Melanie asked me when she pointed to Cody and
    Jordan, disgusted that they were wearing diapers, too.
    	"Just two more boys in diapers," I said. I didn't bother with
    exchanging the names since I figured Derek or Jennie would probably
    tell Melanie anyway.
    	"I suppose you told *them* how much toilets suck and how much you
    think boys should be in diapers, right?"
    	"I've told them that, yes," I said. "But they were in diapers
    before I met them. I babysit them every day after school during the
    week."
    	"If it were me I'd be telling them to take those diapers off and
    use the potty," Melanie said.
    	"Then they'd hate you for that," I said. I looked at Cody and
    Jordan and I could tell right away that they didn't like Melanie,
    either.
    	"Their mom got me to babysit them because every babysitter they
    had before didn't want to handle their diapers and she knew that I
    would be the best babysitter for her boys."
    	I decided that I should get back home with the boys so they could
    be ready for their mother when she showed up. I was getting tired of
    Melanie anyway since she kept going off on how I was being such a bad
    influence on every boy I met. I interrupted her and asked her if she'd
    rather that her little brother do drugs or wear diapers.
    	"What does that have to do with anything?" Melanie asked me.
    	"Would you consider me a bad influence if all I do is encourage
    boys to wear diapers, over people who encourage kids to do drugs?"
    	"Chris, you don't get it! He should have been potty trained! Just
    because you like to wear diapers doesn't mean that he should!"
    	"Well, he does, and even if I didn't influence him, he'd probably
    still want to wear diapers! That's what YOU don't get!"
    	"I don't know why I bother talking to you," Melanie said to me in
    exasperation. She then took Tyler's hand and said she was leaving. Upon
    leaving, Tyler then asked Melanie if he could take his pants off and go
    home in just his diapers since he liked being in just diapers all day
    long."
    	"No, you can't take your pants off," she said. "Don't you realize
    how cold it is out there?!"
    	"Send him over to my house if he wants to go around without
    pants," I told Melanie. She just gave me a disgusted look. If it
    weren't for upsetting Jennie I would have had a lot more fun making
    pro-diaper-boy remarks to Melanie. I apologized to Jennie for getting
    into an argument with her friend.
    	"Well, Chris, to tell you the truth, Melanie and I haven't been
    as good of friends lately, anyway," Jennie said. "Besides, her parents
    are going through a divorce and she's probably going to be moving
    anyway."
    	"Oh no, so that means no more Tyler, either, right?"
    	"Not after they move," Jennie said.
    	"Do you have other friends?" I asked Jennie.
    	"Oh yeah, I know several other girls at school."
    	"Do any of them have brothers?" I asked.
    	"Some do, but I don't think you'll be able to turn any of them
    into diaper boys since they're well past toilet training. One girl has
    a little sister who's two and is going through potty training right
    now, so I know you won't be interested in her."
    	"Nope, I'm not," I said. "I'll just wish her a successful toilet
    training instead."
    	At this point I knew for sure that I was running late getting
    back home. I said goodbye to Derek and Steven who were seated at the
    dinner table now, waiting for Jennie to join them.
    	"We'll look for you at school!" Derek said to Cody and Jordan.
    Just as we got back to the house Sue arrived and took her boys back
    home with her.
    	"See you Monday!" I said as I watched the two thickly-diapered
    boys toddle their way to the car parked out on the street.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 156
    ----------------------------

    	I woke up Sunday morning and looked out my window. It was still
    cloudy, though the rain and wind had let up. The strong smell of pee
    and poop filled my diapers as always and I was due for a change. Being
    that I was almost always the first one awake on Sunday mornings,
    however, I knew it would be at least a little while before someone
    else, namely Cindy, would be awake to change me. As usual I also had
    morning wood that was needing attention. I lay there in my crib and ran
    through my mind a montage of recent diaper experiences, such as Tony,
    Jay, Aaron, Derek, Steven, Tyler, Cody and Jordan, having seen each of
    them over the weekend at least once.
    	A few minutes later, after I had regained enough energy to get
    out of bed after jacking off, I got up from my crib and went out to the
    front room. I debated whether or not to throw my sweatpants on just to
    get the newspaper. I opened the door, letting Cotton outside while
    doing so, and stood there to feel the temperature. It was too cold to
    be outside in my diapers for more than a couple minutes, but I decided
    that I could handle walking to the newspaper box and back. Once back
    inside I read the comics while eating a bowl of cereal. I also poured
    some orange juice into a baby bottle. I was on my knees on the chair
    and hunched over the table to read the comics. With my butt poised for
    a diaper-butt-slapping, Cindy came into the kitchen and took advantage
    of the situation once again.
    	"Mornin', stinky," she said, noting that I had pooped quite a bit
    in my diapers. Cindy then got out the orange juice and poured some
    cereal for herself and then joined me at the table. She spent a little
    while digging through the various sections of the paper.
    	"What are you looking for?" I asked Cindy.
    	"The movie listings," Cindy replied while crunching on some
    cereal. "Mom said she'd take us to see a movie today."
    	"What's playing?" I asked.
    	"As soon as I find it I will tell you," Cindy replied. After she
    located the listings she read off several titles: The Fugitive, The Joy
    Luck Club, Jurassic Park, Man Without a Face, Searching for Bobbie
    Fischer, and Sleepless in Seattle.
    	"I wanna see 'Joy Luck Club,'" Cindy said. I just sighed, rolled
    my eyes and groaned at that particular suggestion.
    	"I didn't think you'd go for that one," Cindy said. "Maybe we can
    see 'Sleepless in Seattle.'"
    	"Nah," I said. "How about 'Jurassic Park?'"
    	"What? You haven't seen 'Jurassic Park' yet?" Cindy asked me in
    astonishment. "Have you been living in a cave?"
    	"Almost," I said. "I was in just my diapers most of the summer."
    	"That's true," Cindy said. "See all the things you're missing out
    on because you're always in just your diapers? What was the last movie
    you saw?"
    	"'The Sandlot,'" I said. "That was like back in April. I'm not as
    bad as Dad, though. His last movie was 'The Empire Strikes Back.' I
    wasn't even born yet when that came out."
    	"And I was just a baby, wearing-- oh my God-- diapers back then,
    believe it or not!"
    	"Hard to believe," I said. "I like to that think girls are born
    potty-trained."
    	"Compared to most boys, girls almost are. And if we girls were
    born potty-trained then you boys would really have the diaper market
    cornered," Cindy remarked. "The rate you're going with all the boys you
    know who wear diapers now, you're about to do this anyway. It's been so
    long for me that I don't even remember wearing them."
    	"I do," I said with a smile. "I remember it like it was
    yesterday."
    	"That's because you *we're* diapering diapers yesterday,
    smartass!" Cindy shot back at me.
    	"And I'm wearing them today, too," I said as I got back up on my
    knees, swiveled my chair around and stuck my stinky poop-smelly butt in
    Cindy's face.
    	"See?" I said as my butt came to a stop in front of Cindy's nose.
    	"I see, and I smell, too," Cindy said as she backed away and
    slapped my diapered butt again. She then realized what she had just
    said about herself.
    	"Let me clarify that, I smell *your diapers*, that is," Cindy
    added. She then pushed on my big diapered butt to turn me back to my
    former position.
    	"I'll change you in a little bit," Cindy said. "Let's pick out a
    movie first."
    	"'Jurassic Park' would be good," I said.
    	"I saw 'Jurassic Park' already with Gina and Bryce. Some of the
    scenes scared Bryce and he wet himself."
    	"So what if he wet himself? He was wearing diapers, wasn't he?" I
    asked Cindy.
    	"I'm sure he was," Cindy replied. "Otherwise he would have had to
    get up to go to the bathroom like Gina and I did after ordering 32-
    ounce drinks. He told us that some of the scenes made him pee in his
    diapers."
    	"He probably had to pee anyway, but since he had diapers on, it
    didn't matter. At least he didn't have to miss anything."
    	I then sat down and slid my butt forward in my chair, spread my
    legs apart and put my elbows up, using my clasped hands as a headrest.
    I then said, "Ahh, the advantages of being..." (I paused to take a loud
    crap in my already soiled diapers) "...a diaper boy."
    	After we ate breakfast Cindy changed me out of my wet and soiled
    diapers. Since I was such a big mess I decided to shower first. I held
    a single flat diaper between my legs while walking to the bathroom to
    keep the poop droppings off of the floor. Just as I was about to push
    the bathroom door open (it was already open ajar, so I didn't need to
    let go of the diaper I was holding up in my crotch) Lisa beat me to it.
    	"Oh no you don't," she said. "You're not stinking up the shower
    before I use it."
    	"Then we can go at the same time," I said. Lisa just stood there
    and looked at me strangely.
    	"I can't believe you said that," Lisa said.
    	"I can't believe I said that, either," I said. I couldn't imagine
    sharing the shower with my sister.
    	"Do you realize how sick and perverted that sounds? Showering
    with your brother, especially when his butt's all smothered in shit?"
    	Lisa then proceeded into the bathroom and shut the door behind
    her.
    	"Well, so much for my shower," I said as I sighed and returned to
    my bedroom with Cindy coming in right behind me. I decided to forego
    the shower for now. I told Cindy, "you might as well clean my butt up
    now."
    	Cindy went ahead and wiped my butt clean, expending several wipes
    to get all my poop off; she even had to open another tub of wipes to
    finish the job. While Cindy was diapering me into Thickies and several
    other diapers I asked her about Lisa.
    	"She's sure moody a lot lately," I said. "She's changed a lot in
    the last few months. I thought back to the beginning of the summer when
    she helped get me cleaned up at the water park after the poop accident
    I had that day. Now she doesn't want anything to do with my diapers
    anymore."
    	"Chris, we've talked about this before," Cindy said to me. "She's
    gotten older and she's reached that age where she feels it's not
    appropriate to diaper her twelve-year-old brother anymore. She has a
    lot of things on her mind, too. School is one of them; she's been
    working too many hours to keep up on her homework. She's also getting
    burnt out and sick of working at the pizza place and dealing with all
    the morons who go in there, and she's worried about not having a
    boyfriend yet for this year. You know insecure she is about her weight,
    thinking that guys don't like big girls like her."
    	"Well, I like Megan," I said, feeling a little embarrassed about
    this. "She's big."
    	"I know you do, because she's big, but the last person Lisa needs
    to hear that from is her brother. It's also that time of the month for
    Lisa. I mean, if we can talk about your bowel movements with you, then
    I think it's okay for us to talk about our menstrual cycles."
    	After Cindy had me diapered back up again I went out to finish
    reading the comics and to look at the Sunday ads to find diaper ad
    coupon inserts. I also perused the Kidz Klothez ad. Much to my
    surprise, the ad included Thickies diapers! It was a two-page spread.
    Even more surprising was that it showed two boys modeling them. A
    redheaded boy was modeling the disposable diapers while a blonde boy,
    whom I remembered seeing from the photo shoot, was modeling the cloth
    diapers. It had been a long time since I had even seen boys in the
    Sunday ads modeling underwear (back in the good old days when tighty
    whities were the norm), much less diapers! This was great! Pictures of
    the diapers themselves as well as the plastic pants and the large
    diaper pins were also shown. Several features were pointed out on each
    item. A soft blue background was used throughout the entire spread with
    the "Thickies" logo printed throughout it like a watermark.
    	"Holy shi—p, ship, ship, shipwrecks," I said to Cindy, changing
    my word of choice in mid-sentence as Mom and Dad both had suddenly
    appeared in the kitchen.
    	"What exactly is it that you are referring to as divine flotsam,
    Chris?" Dad asked me, pointing out that he caught me almost swearing.
    He started up the coffee maker, reminding Cindy or me to have already
    done this for them if we got up before they did.
    	"Sorry, Dad," I said.
    	"What were you getting all excited about anyway?" Dad asked me.
    	"Well, it was this, actually." I said as I showed Dad the Kidz
    Klothez' ad, holding it open to the pages that showed Thickies diapers.
    	"That's wonderful, Chris," my Dad said, though I don't believe he
    shared my enthusiasm.
    	"Let me see," Cindy said as I showed her the ad and the two pre-
    teen boys with well-formed legs who were modeling the diapers.
    	"They're cute boys, but they should have used your picture
    instead," she said.
    	"You think so?" I asked Cindy.
    	"Yeah, I do. I mean, some people have a million-dollar smile and
    sell things that way, but you, Chris, have a million-dollar butt!"
    Cindy commented.
    	"It's at least a hundred-dollar butt, I know that," I said,
    estimating the cost of all the diapers that I was wearing at any given
    time. Knowing that my picture was still up at the Kidz Klothez store, I
    knew that I had to have been helping to sell lots of Thickies diapers
    there, if not in the newspaper.
    	In the meantime, Lisa came out of the shower and got herself
    dressed for work. I could tell that she was just raring to go to work
    (not!) Dad then went into the bathroom to take his shower while Mom
    took the rest of the newspaper and went into the living room with it.
    	"Hey Lisa, check this out," Cindy pointed out to her.
    	"Lovely," she said, though, like Dad, wasn't showing much
    interest.
    	"What's the matter?" I asked Lisa.
    	"Nothing," she grumbled.
    	"Probably PMS," I said.
    	"Excuse me?" Lisa glared at me. "I don't think that should be any
    of your business, Chris."
    	"What? Why? Everybody talks about my bowel movements, so why
    can't we talk about your periods?"
    	"Several reasons," Lisa started before she began to enumerate
    several points.
    	"For one thing, my periods don't smell, at least not nearly as
    much as your poop does. Whenever you poop in your diapers, everybody
    already knows about it anyway, because they smell it and sometimes hear
    it, and occasionally, even see it. The fact that you're always in thick
    diapers 24 hours a day, seven days a week and wearing them out in the
    open all the time also calls attention to what diapers are used for.
    It's kind of hard to ignore that butt of yours. You can't tell that I'm
    wearing a tampon, and I sure wouldn't want to tell everyone about it,
    either. You don't see me going around saying, 'Look everybody! I'm
    having my period! I'm wearing a tampon! See it? See it?!' like you do
    when you go around and flaunt your diapers!" To demonstrate, and
    apparently to mock my enthusiasm for wearing diapers, Lisa bent over
    and started patting her lower butt-crotch region and rubbing it. Lisa
    then continued.
    	"Furthermore, you don't see me going around trying to find other
    girls who are also having their periods. We only have them for a few
    days at a time, not constantly. I don't write a bunch of stories about
    my periods nor take pictures of myself or my friends when we're having
    our periods. We don't get off on our periods like you boys get off on
    diapers. Most of all, I don't have a club devoted to girls who enjoy
    having their periods."
    	"I think I get your point, Lisa," I said.
    	"I don't think you do, Chris. Do you realize how many people at
    school are asking me, 'is your brother still in diapers?' Or they ask
    me if I still change your diapers."
    	"What do you tell them?" I asked Lisa.
    	"I tell them yes, but I don't change you anymore. What else would
    I tell them? They all know that you're going to be in Thickies ads and
    they keep asking me when you're going to appear in the ads. I can only
    imagine what's going to happen when you do."
    	"So, what's wrong with people asking you about this?" I asked
    Lisa in defense.
    	"In junior high it was different, Chris. People in high school
    are more mature and they think more maturely. No longer is it, 'ha ha,
    he wears diapers and goes poo-poo in them and he stinks, how funny!
    Look at his cute diapered butt!' Instead, they begin to wonder why you
    and I would engage in such activities as allowing me to change your
    diapers, or why you wear diapers in the first place. It's really
    embarrassing, Chris. The reason I don't bring friends over other than
    Betty is because I'm embarrassed that they'll all see you in your
    diapers. I know you would never cover yourself up while they're here. I
    didn't realize the impact of you wearing diapers was having on my
    social life until after I invited all those girls over for my birthday
    back in May. A lot of them don't want to talk to me now. I could have
    had a decent boyfriend, but he was turned off by you being in diapers
    and making such a big deal out of it. Now I can't find a boyfriend,
    much less a guy who is willing to talk to a 'fat cow' like me. Then
    there are some who think that I'm only interested in boys who wear
    diapers. There's some that even think that wear diapers myself! I'm
    sick of it."
    	Lisa just stood there, obviously upset while she watched the
    coffee maker finish brewing.
    	"Lisa, I'm sorry," I said. "If you want me to I'll start covering
    up so that you can bring friends over."
    	"Too late for that now, Chris," Lisa said. "They'll still know
    that you wear diapers. I mean, I'd almost rather have to tell everyone
    that my brother is gay, than to say that he likes to go around and shit
    in big, thick diapers all the time and that it's all he ever talks
    about."
    	Lisa then walked over to the phone and picked it up.
    	"Who are you calling? Diapers Anonymous?" I asked Lisa.
    	"Shut up," she snapped at me before she dialed. At first I
    thought she was going to call Betty, but I knew from the numbers she
    was pressing on the keypad that she was calling her work. She grumbled
    impatiently while she waited for someone to answer.
    	"Dammit, will someone answer! Shit, come on, pick it up already!"
    	A few seconds later someone picked up the phone on the other
    end..
    	Barbara, this is Lisa, I hate to do this to you, but I just can't
    come in today... yeah, I am, sorry...I can't do it today...okay...
    okay... you sure?... how about tonight? I could come in then if you
    need me since I might be feeling better then...you sure?...Okay,
    thanks, I appreciate it, bye."
    	"You called in sick?" I asked Lisa.
    	"Yes, I called in sick," she snapped back at me using a sarcastic
    voice.
    	"You've never called in sick."
    	"Now I have, first time for everything. Besides, everybody else
    does it. Why can't I?"
    	Lisa then left the kitchen and went into her room. She began
    crying as she walked down the hall. She didn't slam her bedroom door,
    but closed it harder than what was necessary.
    	"Mom! The coffee's ready!" Cindy hollered. Mom came into the
    kitchen a moment later.
    	"What's wrong with Lisa?" Mom asked us.
    	"I don't know, she's not feeling well," Cindy replied.
    	"She was crying. Did you say something to upset her?" Mom looked
    at me, as if she assumed that I would have been the one to have set her
    off.
    	"Well, I did I ask her if she had PMS," I admitted. Mom just
    looked at me as if she wanted to scold me, but probably felt that it
    wasn't worth reproaching me on this.
    	"I'll go talk to her," Mom said as she poured herself a cup of
    coffee and then went down the hall.
    	"So, what's with Lisa?" I asked Cindy.
    	"A lot of things, Chris, things I don't think she'd want you to
    know."
    	"Is she... pregnant?" I asked, following a, well, a pregnant
    pause.
    	"She's having her period, I don't think so," Cindy said. "And she
    can't get a boyfriend, either, so we can rule that out, too. She has a
    lot of things on her mind right now. I know that school's been tough
    and she's having a hard time keeping up on her grades and working at
    the same time. She's burned out at work, too. If I didn't know any
    better, she might even be going through depression."
    	"All because I like to wear diapers?" I asked Cindy.
    	"That contributes to it, yes, but don't feel like it's your
    fault, Chris."
    	"I don't, but I do kind of feel bad for her now," I said. "She
    should have talked to me if she wanted me to cover up. I guess since
    you and your friends and all the other girls see me in diapers are cool
    about it and think it's cute, I thought that Lisa's friends would be
    cool about it, too."
    	"Probably so, but that was before Lisa and her friends all
    matured. It's more than just your diapers, Chris, trust me. I know the
    kids at school make fun of her for being big and fat."
    	"She should just do what I do. They used to make fun of me for
    wearing diapers, and some of them still do, but most of them know that
    it doesn't bother me, so they leave me alone and think I'm too weird to
    talk to because all I ever talk about is diapers. Why doesn't she just
    tell the people who have a problem with her being fat to shove it if
    they don't like it?"
    	"Lisa's situation is a little bit different than yours," Cindy
    said. "She didn't choose to be fat, but you chose to wear diapers, not
    that you necessarily have the option to reverse that choice now, but we
    know you wouldn't if you could."
    	"Damn right I won't," I asserted.
    	"But Lisa would do almost anything to slim down a few pounds. You
    love being in diapers, but Lisa doesn't like being fat. You understand
    the difference?"
    	"Yeah, I do," I said. "But Megan doesn't have a problem with
    being fat."
    	"That's because she knows you like her being fat," Cindy replied.
    	"I'm sure there are boys at her school who likes fat chicks but
    is afraid to speak up about it," I said. "If Lisa could find a
    boyfriend like that, then she'd be cured, right?"
    	""It's not that simple, Chris," Cindy said. "Even if they like
    big girls, she'd still have to get past finding one who doesn't mind
    her having a seventh-grade brother who not only wears diapers, but
    practically worships them."
    	At about this time Dad returned to the kitchen, having showered
    and dressed himself. He poured a cup of coffee and then asked where the
    paper was.
    	"Out in the living room," Cindy said.
    	"Where's your mother?"
    	"Talking to Lisa," Cindy replied. Dad just nodded, figuring it
    was probably a "girl" thing that he wouldn't understand. Dad then asked
    us what we were going to do today.
    	"See a movie, at least we hope," I said. Dad then went out to the
    front room. A couple minutes later I heard Lisa's bedroom door opening.
    Mom came to the kitchen and told us that she and Lisa were going to
    take a drive for a little while. Lisa still looked upset. She had since
    then changed out of her work uniform.
    	"If you go anywhere, be sure to come back in time for us to leave
    for the movie," Mom said. "Which one did you two decide on?"
    	"Jurassic Park," I said. "It starts at 3:45."
    	"Be ready to leave by 3:00," Mom said. "That means being decently
    diapered by then.
    "Isn't that a little early?" I asked Mom.
    "Not by the time you find a place to park, stand in line to get
    tickets and then stand in line again to get drinks and popcorn, and
    then go find three empty seats together," Mom answered.
    	It was about 11:00 in the morning by now. I figured I had about
    four hours to kill in the meantime. I picked up the cordless phone and
    went into my room with it. I started calling around to tell all the
    diaper boys to look in today's Kidz Klothez ad if they hadn't done so
    already. I started with talking to Luke and Nathan, then Derek, Aaron,
    and then Cody and Jordan via their mother, Sue. I would have called
    Jay, but his family didn't get the newspaper. I decided to save Tony
    for last since I planned to talk to him for awhile anyway. Just as I
    was about to dial his number, he called me.
    	"Was your phone off the hook or were you checking out BBS's, or
    was Lisa or Cindy monopolizing the line again?" Tony asked me,
    indicating that he had been trying to call for several minutes. I
    apologized and explained to him that I had called around to tell
    everyone about Thickies being featured in today's Kidz' Klothez ad. I
    figured he might have seen it, but apparently he hadn't.
    	"Say what?" Tony asked.
    	"Yeah, check out the Kidz' Klothez' ad!" I told Tony. He set the
    phone down and I heard him talking to his Mom and his sister Kara. A
    moment later I heard excitement in the background and knew that he had
    found it. Tony then told me that he had something to tell me, too.
    	"Guess what?" he said, sounding excited. "I already got a call on
    my babysitting ad!"
    	"You did? Cool!" I replied, knowing how much this meant to him.
    "What did they say?"
    	"It was a guy who called me just a little bit ago. He told me
    he's a single father and has a six-year-old boy. He asked me if I would
    go over to his house so he could talk to me and meet his son. You can
    come with me, too."
    	"I'd love to," I said, wanting to get out of the house right
    away. "I can't wait to meet this kid. What's his name?"
    	"Richard," Tony replied. "There are a couple other things I'll
    have to tell you about him when you get here."
    	"Okay," I said. "Good things, bad things?"
    	"Well, I'll tell you right now that he was adopted."
    	"That's not a bad thing, is it?" I asked Tony.
    	"It is when you find out why he was up for adoption," Tony said.
    "I'll explain when you get here."
    	"Okay, I'll see you in a few minutes," I said before hanging up
    the phone.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 157
    ----------------------------

    	I went into my room and grabbed my sweatpants and slipped them on
    over my thick diapers. The weather still looked about the same as it
    was yesterday, cloudy and cool, but there was no wind or rain. Still, I
    thought that it would be a good idea to wear the sweatpants. When Cindy
    saw me coming out of my room wearing my sweats she knew that I was
    leaving since I would have never worn anything over my diapers
    otherwise.
    	"Where are you going?" she asked me.
    	"Tony's house, then to go see the boy he's going to be
    babysitting," I replied.
    	"Remember, be back in time for us to go to the movie," Cindy told
    me.
    	"I know," I said.
    	"Be back in time for me to take all those diapers off of you so
    you can at least fit in your seat at the theater," Cindy amended her
    advisement with a smile.
    	"Maybe you can tell Mom to just pick me up from Tony's house," I
    said.
    	"Sure, if you want to go to the movie in your cloth diapers and
    your sweats like that," Cindy pointed out the big bulge in my butt.
    	"Well, at least I know I can order the mega-drink and not have to
    miss any of the movie."
    	"How is your diaper doing, anyway?" Cindy asked me.
    	"I'm just wet so far," I said. "You just changed me not too long
    ago."
    	"You'll be poopy before 3:00, I know that," Cindy said. "If you
    stay at Tony's house you might want to take along a disposable or use
    one of Tony's diapers."
    	"If I do that my pants won't fit," I said as I demonstrated how
    loose the fit of my sweatpants was over my cloth diapers.
    	"It's up to you, Chris," Cindy said. "But if Lisa goes with us
    today she may not want you there in thick cloth diapers."
    	"I'll see how my time goes today," I told Cindy as I put on my
    jacket and left. I went outside and I hopped on my bike and went to
    Tony's house. While riding to his house I thought back upon the last
    few months and how Lisa had changed so much since the summer and had
    changed even more since school started. The more I thought about it,
    the more I felt that Lisa was suffering from depression. For her to
    suddenly be repulsed by my wearing diapers just wasn't like her. She
    sure wasn't the same big sister I remember her being when I was eight
    and she was twelve. She could hardly wait to get those thick diapers
    pinned onto my butt and tell everyone about it. She was becoming more
    withdrawn from everyone in the family anyway. She needed to get some
    professional help.
    	I decided to put this matter out of my mind for now and think
    about this boy that Tony would be babysitting. Tony was ready to go
    when I got there. He even had his pants on already, which was unusual
    since, like me, he always waited until the very last possible minute to
    put his pants on so that he could be in just his diapers for as
    absolutely as long as he could. Tony explained that he expected me to
    arrive a little sooner and wanted to be ready since Richard's father
    was expecting him soon. Right away Tony got out his bike and he led the
    way to where he would be going after school every day.
    	"Where is this place?" I asked.
    	"Right over there in those apartments," Tony pointed straight
    ahead to an apartment complex just a few blocks away.
    	"Look for number 217," Tony told me. I located it down toward the
    end. We rushed over there and parked our bikes before going up the
    stairs. Tony rang the doorbell. A moment later a man who looked to be
    in his mid-thirties came to the door.
    	"Hello boys," he greeted us. "Come on in! It's warmer inside. You
    must be Tony," he said as he looked at me.
    	"Actually, I'm Tony," Tony replied. The man seemed to be
    surprised by this somewhat, as if he expected me to be Tony for some
    reason.
    	"So who are you then?" he asked me.
    	"I'm Chris, I'm a friend of Tony's."
    	"Oh, well, I'm Gary Whitney," the man introduced himself as he
    shook each of our hands. He offered us some hot chocolate, which we
    both accepted. We exchanged some small talk such as where we went to
    school, what grade we were in, what our families were like, etc. while
    Gary prepared the hot chocolate for us.
    	"So, where's Richard?" Tony asked Gary when he returned a moment
    later with two steaming hot cups.
    	"He's in his room right now. He's rather shy, and he knew you'd
    be coming over, so I'll get him in just a little bit."
    	"I understand Richard is adopted?" I asked Gary.
    	"Oh yes, that he is. I recently became an adoptive single
    father," Gary stated proudly.
    	"How did that happen?" I asked.
    	"Sit down and make yourself comfortable," Gary offered us a seat
    on his couch. He then proceeded to tell us his story about becoming an
    adoptive single father.
    	"About six years ago I gave up on looking for a wife. When I was
    in college I had visions of being married and having kids by this time
    in my life. Well... that hasn't happened, and because of that, I still
    didn't have any kids when I was thirty. I thought getting married would
    be fun, but some of my friends and my brother is divorced, and a couple
    other friends aren't so happy with their marriages, either, so I re-
    evaluated my goals and decided that marriage may not be what I want in
    my life, after all. I still wanted to be a dad, though, but then I
    realized how old I was getting, so I looked into adoption. It took me
    awhile to get my son, and it was a long process-- about five years--
    but at around February or so of this year I met Richard for the first
    time. My social worker felt that he was a good match for me, and I
    agreed, so now he's officially my son."
    	"That's great," I said. Gary showed us a few pictures he had of
    Richard. He was smiling and happy in most of the pictures and he looked
    like a really cute kid. I tried to spot a diaper bulge in his pants
    where it might have been visible, but I didn't see anything like this.
    I was hoping he'd have some pictures of Richard in just his diapers,
    but I didn't see any. Gary told us a few other things that we should
    know about Richard.
    	"Now, I won't go into details about Richard's past, but he's very
    emotionally sensitive and he gets upset easily. He gets scared of
    violence on TV easily and he doesn't like to hear anyone talk about it,
    especially if it involves spanking or hitting. His Mom didn't love him
    at all and she abused him a lot. She'd whip him and beat him, yell at
    him and call him names, often times for doing nothing wrong. She didn't
    feed him, not that she was poor, she just didn't care that he was
    hungry."
    	Gary stopped and took his glasses off and then wiped his eyes as
    he turned his head.
    	"Oh God, it makes me cry just to think about all the horrible
    things I read in his case history," Gary continued as he tried to hide
    his emotions. "Whatever you do, don't ask him about his past, and avoid
    bringing up anything that has to do with violence or anything like
    that."
    	"Gotcha," Tony said.
    	"Now, another thing I'm sure you're well aware of, since of
    course your ad stated that you'd be willing to babysit a child like my
    son, is that Richard still needs to wear diapers. Do you think you can
    you handle changing a six-year-old boy's diapers?"
    	"Of course I can," Tony said. "In fact, I wear them myself."
    	"I can see that your friend wears them," Gary said as he pointed
    out the huge bulge in my rear. "That's what took me by surprise when
    you said you were Tony and not him. I thought that you were the one in
    diapers since, well, quite honestly I could see them very plainly."
    	"I wear disposables," Tony said. "Chris prefers cloth. And
    they're much thicker."
    	"Richard wears cloth diapers at night because I can layer several
    of them together since he's a really heavy wetter. Since it's just us
    around here, he doesn't have to worry about anyone seeing him in his
    diapers, and a lot of the time it's all he wears, but he's really shy
    about anyone else knowing that he's wearing them, so at school and
    during the daytime he wears disposables."
    	"Well, to be honest, I'm a heavy wetter, all day, not just at
    night, and I wear disposables," Tony said. "You ever heard of
    Thickies?"
    	"Oh yeah, there was a big poster down there at the Kidz Klothez
    store advertising them."
    	"That's me on that poster," I said.
    	"Oh, really?" he said. "That's really you?"
    	"Yep," I said. I quickly explained how Tony and I were
    photographed modeling Thickies diapers this summer.
    	"That's fantastic," Gary said. Tony explained that his Thickies
    diapers always lasted him throughout the night, no matter how much he
    had wet or pooped in them. Gary then asked us why we wore diapers.
    After we explained that we liked to wear diapers for fun and that our
    parents have had us wearing diapers for the last four years, Gary told
    us an interesting story about himself and eventually revealed that he
    liked to wear diapers, too. With this, he lifted his shirt and pulled
    down on his pants a couple inches to show us that he had a disposable
    diaper on.
    	"I grew up a lot like you boys did," Gary said. "It took me a
    little longer to convince my parents that I wanted to wear diapers,
    though. It was my twelfth birthday when they bought me some big cloth
    diapers. It was the only present they let me have that year. Sure, I
    wanted other things, too, and they offered to exchange the diapers and
    let me have my usual toys and games, but those diapers were the best
    thing I ever got! I already had enough playthings to keep me busy
    anyway. I think my parents just wanted to find out how badly I really
    wanted those diapers and how much I was willing to sacrifice to have
    them. They gave me several chances to change my mind, but all I said
    was 'I want to wear my diapers right now.'"
    	"You sisters?" I asked, dying to know if he had any stories
    similar to mine regarding any sisters he might have had. He already
    mentioned that he had a brother, whom I wasn't really concerned about
    anyway as far as Gary's growing-up years were concerned.
    	"I'm the youngest of four in my family. The oldest one is my
    brother and the others are my sisters. My brother thought I was nuts to
    want to wear diapers. He was in college by the time I was wearing them
    around the house, though, so he never got to see me in them that much.
    My two sisters had a hell of a heyday with me going around in diapers
    in front of them."
    	"So have mine," I said.
    	Gary then showed us several photographs that were taken of him in
    his diapers by his sisters. Most of them were candid shots, but a few
    were posed shots as well, taken from various angles.
    	"They managed to get about three dozen pictures of me before my
    Mom told me to start covering up when I was about 14 or so."
    	"I could easily fill at least half that bookshelf over there with
    my photo albums of me in my diapers," I said as I pointed out a
    bookshelf that was about four feet wide. I asked Gary if he ever had
    any problems with his sisters' feelings about him wearing diapers later
    on. I was still concerned about Lisa and how my wearing diapers would
    affect our future relationship as brother and sister.
    	"Not really," Gary said. "My sister Janice is about four years
    older than me. She asked me to cover up whenever she brought friends
    over, and I did. Sarah, who's about two years older, she didn't care
    and she wasn't afraid to let any of her friends see me in diapers. By
    the time she started dating I was covering up anyway. They're both
    married now, and now they tell me that I'm never gonna find a wife who
    will marry a guy who wears diapers. They say this is why I'm still
    single."
    	"Do you wear diapers all the time?" Tony asked Gary.
    	"Nope, just at home. I don't wear them out of the house. Still, I
    think part of the reason I don't do too well with women is because I'm
    afraid of what they're gonna say if they find out about my diapers, but
    I never get far enough with them for my undergarments to be of any
    concern to them, anyway, so the diaper argument is pretty much a moot
    point. I was never too popular in school anyway and never asked anyone
    out for a date. I was always shy and didn't like to do social things
    much."
    	Gary rambled on for awhile about his "abysmal dating failures" as
    he often referred to them. He also started giving us advice on how we
    shouldn't set our expectations too high and expect to settle down with
    a wife when we become adults. His dating experiences seemed to have
    soured his feelings about marriage and his attitude towards it was
    rather jaded. About the time I looked at my watch Gary realized that he
    was keeping us and admitted that he was probably boring us, which he
    was.
    	"You boys just stay here and I'll go get Richard," he said as he
    got up from his chair, taking our empty cups with him. While Gary was
    gone I talked to Tony about my concerns for Lisa. Tony agreed that he
    noticed s big change in her, especially since school had started. Gary
    appeared a few minutes later, talking gently to his son.
    	"Now you just go on out there and talk to the boys. I've already
    spoken to them and they seem like a couple of really nice guys."
    	Richard required some prodding as Gary led him out to the front
    room. I was hoping, but wasn't realistically expecting Richard to have
    just a diaper and a shirt on. He was wearing pants, but I could still
    hear his diaper crinkling.
    	"Richard, that's Tony. He's the boy who's going to be here with
    you after school," Gary said to his son. Richard asked for his father
    to bend down so he could whisper something.
    	"Oh yes, he knows all about that, you don't have a thing to worry
    about. In fact, boys, if it's all right with you, would you mind
    showing him what you wear underneath your pants?"
    	I was going to just yank my sweats down and flash my thick
    diapers in Richard's face, but at the last minute I considered how
    sensitive Richard was and thought I'd better take it easy this time.
    	"You mean, all the way, or what?" I asked Gary.
    	"Just drop your pants if you want. He's seen diapers before."
    	"I doubt he's seen any diapers that are even nearly as big and
    thick as mine, though," I thought to myself. I slowly slid down my
    sweatpants and stood there before Richard with my huge diapers fully
    exposed. My sweats were down to my ankles now. Tony had done the same
    thing and let his diaper show.
    	"See? They wear diapers, too. You have absolutely nothing to be
    afraid of. They're boys just like you."
    	"You want us to leave our pants down or what?" I asked Gary. I
    hardly knew the guy-- he was still a stranger to me-- and I felt
    awkward standing there in his apartment with my sweats at my ankles.
    	"Put 'em back on if you want, but if you're more comfortable
    without them, go ahead and leave them off," Gary told us. I had a good
    feeling that he wanted to see Tony and I in just our diapers. Knowing
    that he had the same feelings about diapers since his childhood, this
    seemed to make sense. I went ahead and stepped out of my sweatpants
    completely. Tony also opted to leave his pants off.
    	It took awhile for Richard to even say anything to us. Gary was
    very patient as he tried to get Richard to speak up. Finally, he asked
    us why we wear diapers. Tony and I told him the truth and said that we
    find that diapers are very pleasurable to wear and would rather wear
    diapers than use a toilet.
    	"So does he do everything in his diapers?" I asked Gary.
    	"Right now, yes," Gary said. "I want to at least get him to use
    the toilet for his bowel movements."
    	"Aww, man!" I thought to myself, just when I was beginning to
    think this Gary guy was really cool. He still was, but, I mean, I felt
    that if you're going to wear diapers, use them all the way. To leave
    the seat of a diaper un-shat-in and favoring the toilet was just not
    orthodox diaper-usage as far I was concerned. I don't pad my butt up so
    thickly just for looks, although looks is part of the reason.
    	"But so far he hasn't done too well with that yet," Gary
    completed his statement with a sigh. "I think it will be awhile."
    	For the next few minutes Gary stayed with Richard as he had the
    little boy show us his room. He had lots of toys and his room was a
    mess, but it didn't seem that his daddy cared about this right now.
    Many of the toys were ones you'd see in a toddler's bedroom, not a six-
    year-old's. I could tell that Gary wanted to give this boy the things
    that he likely didn't have before. I noticed a couple baby bottles on
    his nightstand and I was staring at them. Before I could ask about
    them, Gary noted my curiosity.
    	""You're probably wondering about these," Gary said as he pointed
    to the bottles and then picked one of them up. "Richard tends to
    regress a lot, basically acting like a baby. He likes to drink out of
    baby bottles and likes to be cuddled and held. I don't know if he will
    let you do this yet, Tony, but I think once Richard gets to know you
    he'll take right to you."
    	"Does Richard have any friends?" Tony asked Gary.
    	"Well, other than a couple boys he knows at his school, he
    doesn't, nobody he can bring over anyway. He goes to a special school
    where he is tutored with five other boys who are in a similar
    situation. He's developmentally delayed, which is another reason he
    doesn't talk much. Just talk to him like you would a toddler, maybe a
    four or five-year-old."
    	Gary then asked us to join Richard in playing with his toys. Gary
    had to do some gentle prodding to allow Tony and me to play with
    Richard's toys. Richard soon accepted our presence and let us put some
    puzzles together and stack some colored blocks. He also had some
    crayons and some coloring books. I was actually having fun playing with
    toys that were better suited for a boy half of Richard's age. While I
    was playing I could virtually feel Gary's eyes focusing on my diapered
    butt, along with Tony's. We made sure not to disappoint him by keeping
    our diapers in view as much as we could. During my play I emptied my
    bowels into my diapers. They were quite wet by then, too.
    	Pretty soon Richard was starting to get comfortable with our
    presence and handing us toys that he wanted us to play with. He even
    smiled back at me when I smiled at him. He then asked me why I wear
    such big diapers. I told him that I like big diapers and need them
    since I pee and poop a lot. He asked Tony a few questions and told Tony
    about some of the people he knows at his school. At least the ice had
    finally been broken. Before we realized it, it was almost 1:30 and we
    had been there for nearly two hours. We told Gary that we would need to
    be leaving.
    	"Pleased to meet you boys," Gary said. "I'm glad I don't have to
    choose between the two of you since both of you would be great with my
    son; it would be a tough decision."
    	"I already have two boys to look after myself, anyway," I said.
    "I babysit twin six-year-old boys."
    	"That's great to see you boys get out there and babysit. It seems
    that mostly girls babysit. I thought I'd have a hard time finding a boy
    to look after my son, since I think he would be more comfortable around
    a boy."
    	Gary told Tony that he would come home from work early tomorrow
    and take Tony with him and Richard out to eat, where they could talk
    some more and get to know each other better and go over what all Tony's
    responsibilities will be. After this we headed back to Tony's house.
    	"So, what's the story on Richard?" I asked Tony.
    	"Well, basically his mom kept him in diapers and spanked him a
    lot," Tony said. "She'd leave him unchanged for hours and would
    sometimes tie him to his bed. Gary didn't tell me everything, because
    it really upsets him, that is, Gary, to talk about it with anyone, but
    he told me enough to know that Richard's mom was really rotten to him.
    She didn't enroll him in school or really give him a chance to learn
    everything he needed to learn. The ways she abused him also caused some
    minor brain damage, which is why he's underdeveloped."
    	"Shit, that's terrible," I commented, feeling sorry for Richard.
    I was glad to know he had a decent father now, however. We got to
    Tony's house and parked our bikes. When we went in we were greeted by
    Kara and her friend Christie. They were looking at some ultrasound
    images that were taken of what would soon be Christie's little brother.
    	"Look, he's gonna be a boy," Christie pointed out the fetus' tiny
    penis, which was barely discernible in the fuzzy images.
    	"How do you know?" I asked her.
    	"Uhh, well, how *you* know that you're a boy?" Christie asked me.
    	"Well, uhh, I have a dick," I said. "I mean, how can you tell
    that that's a dick?"
    	"Penis," Christie re-stated. "The doctor told me when he showed
    me the pictures."
    	"Well, since it's a boy, get ready for *at least* three years of
    changing his diapers; I'd count on four," I said. Having taken off my
    sweatpants again, I then turned my butt to Christie and asked her,
    "Need some early practice with changing diapers?"
    	"Nah," she said, politely refusing my offer for her to get used
    to handling diaper changes. "I've already changed enough diapers to
    know what I'm in for."
    	"But what if he's still in diapers by the time he's my age?"
    	"Well, in that case, I'll be 21 by then and I might have a kid of
    my own then," Christie said.
    	"When's he due to be born?" Tony asked Christie.
    	"December 20," she replied.
    	"Chris, your mother called," Tony's Mom said to me as she entered
    the room and handed me their cordless phone. I then called home and
    talked to Mom.
    	"I just wanted to make sure I knew where you were," Mom said to
    me. Cindy had already told my Mom that I was going with Tony to meet
    Richard.
    	"How are your diapers doing?" Mom asked me.
    	"Wet and poopy," I said.
    	"You'd better come home in time to get changed and cleaned up
    before we go to the movie. We're leaving at 3:00."
    	"Okay, I'll be home in a little bit," I told Mom.
    	Before I left Tony wanted to show me something in his bedroom.
    When I went in there he showed me one of his walls that he had just
    recently partially cleared off, having moved the posters, drawings and
    other things to another wall. In the upper corner he had tacked up four
    empty packages from his Thickies diapers, folded flat.
    	"I'm going to cover this whole wall with Thickies packaging,"
    Tony said. "As soon as I fill this section in I am going to fill this
    section in, too and eventually have the whole wall full."
    	"Cool!" I said. "Are you going to do your whole room like this?"
    	"Mom probably wouldn't let me," Tony said. "She thinks I'm crazy
    just to do this one wall."
    	"Well, if you want me to I can help you out and give you my empty
    packages," I said.
    	"Nah, that's all right. I want to look at all of the Thickies
    diaper packages on my wall and know that I wore, peed and pooped in
    every single diaper that was in the packages. Besides, you don't go
    through disposables nearly as fast as I do since you wear cloth diapers
    most of the day."
    	"I'll have to see about doing this in my room," I said. Not
    wanting to cover up any of the nursery-room motif of the existing
    wallpaper, I thought about covering my ceiling with Thickies packaging,
    or at least the back wall of my closet.
    	I said goodbye to Tony and then put on my sweats again before
    going back home. After I was home Cindy changed me out of my soiled
    diapers. I had been thinking about going into the theater wearing my
    cloth diapers, now that I had some sweatpants that I could wear over
    them. With this I asked Cindy if she could diaper me in cloth.
    	"You sure you want to do that?" she asked me.
    	"Yes, I am," I replied.
    	"Okay, it's your butt that everyone's going to be looking at, but
    if I know you, Chris, that's what you're wanting them to do, anyway."
    	"Is Lisa coming with us?" I asked Cindy.
    	"No, she just wants to stay home today," Cindy answered. At least
    I knew Lisa wouldn't complain about my being so conspicuously diapered.
    Cindy went ahead and diapered me up in several regular diapers and a
    couple Thickies, pinning them up tightly and abundantly.
    	"No time to change your mind now," Cindy said as she slipped my
    plastic pants on. I put my sweats back on and then joined Mom and Cindy
    out in the front room.
    	"Haven't you changed Chris' diapers yet?" Mom asked Cindy.
    	"Yeah, I did," she replied. "He wanted to wear cloth diapers to
    the theater, so I wasn't going to stand in his way."
    	"Everybody's going to stare at you," Mom advised me.
    	"Only while we're in line for tickets and popcorn and drinks," I
    said. "We'll be sitting in the dark most of the time."
    	"Whatever," Mom said. "At least you're changed."
    	We left for the theater and arrived about fifteen minutes before
    the show began. On the way I asked Mom what was wrong with Lisa.
    	"There's too much stress in her life right now, Chris, and she
    needs some time to sort it out. She might have to quit the pizza job
    for now."
    	"So, does she not want me to wear diapers anymore?" I asked Mom.
    	"She didn't say that, and she knows that will never happen. I
    talked to her about this. I think the best thing to do is cover up when
    she brings friends over."
    	"Even Betty?" I asked.
    	"Well, Betty's okay since she's used to seeing you wearing them
    and she understands how much you love to be in diapers, but if Lisa has
    anyone else come over, I'd cover up and not talk about diapers. I know
    I'm asking the impossible, but it would do her a lot of good if you
    did. Pretty soon you'll be too old to go around the house in just
    diapers anyway."
    	"I know," I said glumly, knowing that my days of wearing just
    diapers around the house all the time were numbered. "I wish I could be
    eight again."
    	"We can't be young forever," Mom said.
    	We got to the theater and stood in line at the ticket booth. My
    jacket covered enough of my butt so that few people noticed that I had
    diapers on. I looked around and saw several kids, trying to spot some
    diapered bottoms. I didn't pay any attention to any of the girls, since
    if they had diapers on I didn't want to see them. Instead I just scoped
    out the boys. A couple three-ish looking boys had extra padding in
    their rumps, nothing unusual there, but still fun to look at,
    nonetheless. After a few minutes Mom got to the window.
    	"Two adults and one child for 'Jurassic Park,'" Mom told the girl
    at the ticket window.
    	"Ha! I'm still a child!" I said to Cindy. Just then I heard the
    ticket girl ask Mom, "Is he twelve or under?"
    	"Yes, he is," Mom replied.
    	"He's twelve and he's still in diapers, too," Cindy remarked.
    This caused the ticket girl to stare at me, not to mention the people
    behind us and in the adjacent lines. It was then that more people
    noticed the big bulge in my sweats. After we went in Mom got us some
    popcorn and soda. Mom and Cindy each ordered 20-oz drinks, stating that
    they didn't want to have to get up for the bathroom in the middle of
    the movie.
    	"That's why I'm getting the 44-ounce drink!" I said. The girl at
    the snack counter had overheard this exchange and she probably couldn't
    help but to comment.
    	"What? You actually want to miss the middle of the movie?" she
    asked.
    	"No, it's because I got diapers on and I won't have to miss any
    of the movie for some stupid bathroom break," I said.
    	"O-kay, here's your Hot Tamales-- and your extra-large Coke, sir,
    uhh... enjoy the movie," she said with some hesitation. As I walked
    away with my candy and my big drink I lifted my jacket up so she could
    see the thick diapers that I had on my butt.
    	"Who's next?" I heard her ask right away, as if to get her
    attention immediately diverted from what she had just seen. God, I
    loved doing that to people!
    	We went into the theater and found some good seats about halfway
    down. The movie had been out for a few months and most people had seen
    it by now, but there was still a good-sized crowd in the theater. We
    had about ten minutes left before the movie started. I opened my box of
    Hot Tamales and started eating them. I offered some to Cindy. I then
    held up a piece of the candy and said, "Hey, Cindy. What if I wrapped
    these in tin foil and stuck them in someone's Preparation-H box?"
    	"Chris, only you'd think of something like that," Cindy said
    while I was laughing about this. Mom looked at me showing that she was
    not really appreciative of my vulgar humor.
    	"Then that'd make them a candy-ass, literally," I added, still
    snickering at the thought of actually doing this. Cindy just groaned
    and mockingly slapped me across the face. Mom told me to knock off the
    gross jokes, reminding me that we were in a theater.
    	"They'll say worse things than that once the movie starts," I
    said.
    	"Here, have some popcorn and be quiet," Mom told me as she
    offered me the large bucket she ordered. A couple minutes later the
    lights dimmed and the show began. Trailers for Mrs. Doubtfire,
    Beethoven's 2nd, Wayne's World II and A Perfect World were shown before
    the movie started. I wanted to see A Perfect World since there was an
    eight-year-old boy in it. In a couple scenes during the trailer he was
    shown in his white underwear, but at first I thought he was in a diaper
    when the scenes flashed on the screen.
    	"He's wearing a diaper!" I commented. "I wanna see this one."
    	"Sorry to disappoint you, Chris, but that wasn't a diaper," Cindy
    pointed out. "It was his underwear."
    	"Same thing, if you're Jay," I said.
    	"It wasn't thick enough to be a diaper," Cindy countered. "Hand
    me the popcorn before you hog it all down."
    	One more trailer had been shown for Schindler's List and then the
    movie (Jurassic Park) finally started. It was a very interesting and
    intense movie, more realistic than I expected it to be. I had sipped
    down about half of my pop within the first half hour and had it
    finished in about an hour, followed by crunching my ice, the entire
    contents of the 44-ounce cup eventually to pass through my bladder and
    into my diapers. It wasn't long before my diapers were wet, and they
    would become much wetter before the movie ended. Toward the end I also
    took a big crap in my diapers. Two boys, apparently brothers, were
    sitting in front of me. They were accusing each other of having farted
    and were arguing about it, each boy staunchly maintaining his
    innocence. The argument soon escalated to accusations over the boys
    having pooped in their pants once they determined the difference in
    odor, the odor itself having become a point that the boys argued over.
    They also argued over the fact that the smell lingered and wasn't
    dissipating like a fart smell would do.
    	"Farts don't smell like that. You pooped your pants and I can
    tell by the smell."
    	"How would you know?"
    	"Because you've crapped your pants before."
    	"No I haven't."
    	"You have to, and I can still smell it. Poop smells don't go away
    like fart smells do."
    	"Only you'd know that."
    	Their father, who was sitting several seats down, finally had to
    get up and intervene and tell his boys to stop arguing and watch the
    movie. This was just as entertaining to watch as the movie itself.
    	Cindy and Mom didn't quite make it through the movie before
    needing to get up and use the ladies' room, even with having ordered
    drinks that were less than half the size of mine. I filled them in on
    the details after the movie was over.
    	"I should bring you with me to see 'Schindler's List' so you can
    fill me in on what happens while I go to the bathroom," Cindy
    commented. "I've heard that one's supposed to be over three hours
    long."
    	"Just diaper me for it and I'll be glad to come along," I said as
    we exited the theater.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 158
    -----------------------------

    	The weekend was over and it was back to school. The day went as
    it usually did in English, Social Studies and Math. As for P.E., well,
    there was no such thing as a usual day for that class. If Mom had her
    way, she would get me out of that class. She said she would talk to
    someone at the school to see about getting me out of P.E. and into an
    alternative class. I hoped to find out from her later tonight.
    	Before going to P.E. I dropped off all of my books like I always
    did. When I opened my locker I found that someone had folded a piece of
    paper and stuffed it through the vent opening and into my locker. I was
    thinking, actually hoping that it might be a love note from Megan, or
    perhaps from a secret admirer. I didn't have a lot of time to read it,
    but I quickly unfolded it anyway to see what it was. It turned out that
    there wasn't much to read, very little, in fact. It was a photocopy of
    a note made from individual letters which were cut out from newspaper
    advertisements, resembling a ransom note. All it read was: DIAPER OY.
    	Upon taking a closer look I realized that the letters each came
    from the logos of various diaper brands. The D came from Drypers, the I
    from Huggies, the A and the P from Pampers, the E from Huggies, the R
    from Drypers, the O from Goodnites, and the Y from Drypers. How clever
    and appropriate, I thought to myself, wondering whoever it was whom had
    made up this little note and why.
    	I thought it was odd that the B was missing. The space between
    DIAPER and OY didn't seem to suggest that the B had once been there
    unless the words were to appear as one string (DIAPERBOY). I couldn't
    determine if it had been left out deliberately or if the person who did
    it just forgot to put a B in there. Perhaps the B had fallen off from
    the original before it was copied. I folded up the note and put it in
    my pocket so that I could show it to Tony and the other boys later on
    during lunch.
    	While I was walking to the locker room I thought about how no
    major brands of diapers sold here in the United States contained a
    letter B in the name. I racked my brain trying to think up of one, but
    in my infinite wisdom and knowledge of diapers, none came to mind. I
    even ran the adult diaper brands through my head and couldn't come up
    with any Bs. I was especially stymied by why someone would put such a
    note in my locker in the first place. It was no secret that I was a
    diaper boy, so I could hardly pass it off as someone's lame attempt to
    tease me for wearing diapers.
    	It was nice to not have to deal with Hugh, Brent or Russ in P.E.
    I looked forward to having an entire week of school without them
    getting in my face. There were the usual troublemakers still, but the
    three worst ones, the ones who got busted for trashing Mr. Brown's car
    with dirty diapers, weren't there to torment us diaper boys. Since the
    weather had warmed up and dried up since the weekend we were back
    outside on the field playing football. Tony, Jay and I all had our
    thumbs up our butts as usual trying to look like we knew how to play
    football. This was when Mr. Brown sharply blew his whistle and called
    everyone over to him.
    	"Okay, everyone! Today I have a special assignment for all of
    you. It seems that a certain number of our students don't seem to
    understand the game of football very well. In fact, I don't think they
    know a damn thing about it. We all know who they are-- Barrett,
    Simmons, Nelson-- I want the three of you to step forward and come up
    next to me!"
    	At the command of Mr. Brown, we took our positions before the
    class as Mr. Brown pointed to the ground. Everyone was staring at us,
    mocking us for not knowing anything about football on top of the fact
    that we were all diaper boys (for the sake of discussion Jay was
    considered a "diaper boy" even though he didn't wear actual diapers).
    It didn't bother us, not even Jay, that we were all known for wearing
    diapers, but the fact that we were gridiron greenhorns made us worthy
    of ridicule.
    	"Now, let's start with the basics," Mr. Brown continued, holding
    the football in his hand. He held it in front of us and asked us, "Can
    you boys tell me what this is?"
    	A lot of giggling and a round of "duh!"'s and other forms of
    mockery went around.
    	"Barrett, can you tell me what this is?"
    	"It's a football," I said, thinking, "shit, I may not know
    football, but I'm not stupid!"
    	"Very good!" one kid shouted and another asked me if I could
    spell "football", along with several others making similarly
    condescending remarks. The others applauded and cheered, as if I had
    answered the "Final Jeopardy!" question correctly or something. Mr.
    Brown told Tony to move to a spot several feet away and to stand there
    facing me.
    	"Now, Barrett, can you show us how you'd throw the ball to
    Simmons over there?" Mr. Brown asked me to demonstrate. God, this was
    embarrassing. It didn't help that I dropped the ball first. Upon
    bending down I heard a kid say, "I can see his diaper!" I wanted to
    drop my shorts completely, press my butt up to his face and say, "here,
    now you can see my diaper even better!" I didn't want to give Mr. Brown
    any more reasons to deride me than he already had, so I just did what
    he told me. As I held the ball in my hands the kids were laughing,
    saying, "that's not how you hold it!" I ignored them and threw the ball
    toward Tony. It didn't even reach him. By this time everyone was
    laughing.
    	"We'll need to work on that, it looks like," Mr. Brown said
    aloud. He asked Tony to throw it back. His performance wasn't much
    better, although the ball did come to me. Of course I couldn't catch
    it.
    	"We got our work cut out for us, that's for sure," Mr. Brown said
    to the rest of the class while shaking his head in doubt. He then
    called Jay over and asked him to try throwing the ball to Mr. Brown.
    He, too, didn't handle the ball so well.
    	"Okay, we'll work on your throwing and your handling of the ball
    this week. Let's discuss the other basic elements of the game. You got
    your field. It's a hundred yards long, then you got your yard lines..."
    	For the remainder of the class we just stood there and listened
    to Mr. Brown drone on using various football jargon such as forward
    passes, touchdowns, field goals, extra points, quarterbacks, tight
    ends, offense versus defense, and just about everything else. I wasn't
    paying attention and didn't care to learn anything about playing the
    game. Just to give the other boys a chance to flaunt their knowledge of
    football, Mr. Brown would ask them questions during his lecture and let
    them fill in the answers.
    	"See? These boys all know! Why don't you guys?" Mr. Brown asked
    us.
    	"It's kind of hard to play football in diapers!" one kid shouted
    out.
    	"Maybe because we don't *want* to know!" I told Mr. Brown
    pointblank, getting tired of his woeful attempt to make me learn a game
    in which I had no interest.
    	"Listen, Barrett. When you're in my class, you *will* learn what
    I expect you to learn, whether or not you want to learn it. That goes
    for you, too, Simmons, Nelson. I'm sure your other teachers feel the
    same way and don't care whether you like the subject or not. You still
    have to learn it if you want to pass the class. Got that?"
    	"Yes, sir," I answered, thinking, "kiss my diapered butt, and get
    a good whiff of it while you're at it, too."
    	"We're going to have a written test on all of this Friday," Mr.
    Brown announced. The kids started laughing.
    	"That means all of you," he said. Some of the laughter turned to
    groans. One kid confidently said in a sarcastic voice, "gee, you think
    I should study for a football test?! DOYEEE!!!" He then proceeded to
    smack his chest repeatedly with a limp-wristed hand.
    	"I know, I know, you probably didn't expect to ever take a test
    in gym class, and if these three boys here knew as much about football
    as they know about diapers, we wouldn't have to go through all this in
    the first place, so you can blame them for it. If I didn't expect
    everyone to know how to play football by the time they got to the
    seventh grade I'd be handing out textbooks, but I don't, so we're going
    to teach them right here on the field. The test is either pass or fail.
    It you get 70% of the questions right you pass, simple enough? Good,
    now let's go over the object of the game one more time and see what we
    can cover before we go back in..."
    	A few minutes later on our way back into the locker room Tony,
    Jay and I talked about today's class.
    	"I hate that Mr. Brown," I said. "He didn't have to embarrass us
    like that."
    	"I agree," Tony said. "I wish he'd let us do something else. I
    mean, we're not going to play football the rest of the year, are we?"
    	"I hope it gets cold soon so we can at least play basketball in
    the gym, since I know how to play that," Jay commented. Even I knew how
    to play basketball, more or less.
    	When I went back to my locker after P.E. I noticed that another
    note had been stuffed into it. This one was even more strange. It was
    also a photocopy and had the numbers 6 7 2 1 8 5 4 3 in that order,
    each of which had also come from numbers which were cut out of the
    newspaper, probably from advertisements as well.
    	"What the hell?" I said. I was beyond stymied now. This was
    becoming quite a mystery. I asked the girl whose locker was next to
    mine if she had seen anyone come to my locker stuffing notes into it.
    	"No," she said, but without looking at me.
    	"I've found notes in my locker twice now," I explained. "You
    didn't see anybody last period?"
    	"I said no," she said with a huff, losing her patience with me.
    She then looked at me and said, "As surprising as it may sound, diaper-
    boy, maybe you have a secret admirer, someone who actually likes the
    smell of your diapers." She then slammed her locker shut and walked
    off.
    	Just as I was about to fold the second note and put it in my
    pocket along with the first note I decided to leave it out so I
    wouldn't have to retrieve it during class, knowing the paper would
    crinkle and make noise. Instead, I stuck it in my spiral notebook (i.e.
    my "boredom book".) I figured I'd study the number sequence once I got
    to my fifth-period class, and once I arrived I took my seat and
    prepared for another boring day and another boring week in Mr.
    Eastman's class. Once the discussion started I got out my spiral
    notebook. While pretending to be writing notes during the discussion, I
    copied the numbers down and studied them. The pattern was 6 7 2 1 8 5 4
    3, which I verified before setting the second note aside. I considered
    several possibilities for the mysterious number sequence, but then I
    quickly dismissed them. It couldn't have been a phone number since
    local phone numbers (at least in the U.S.) only contain seven digits.
    As a single number, it was much too large (over 67 million) to mean
    much of anything. I paired the numbers up, thinking that the sequence
    was 67, 21, 85, 43. I thought it might be someone's locker combination,
    but this wasn't possible since locker combinations only go to 39 and
    contain only three numbers. They couldn't have been winning lottery
    numbers, and if they were, I was too young to play anyway, I
    momentarily thought about how many diapers $67 million would buy and
    got a brief hard-on. Maybe it was 6721 and 8543, but that made no
    sense, either. I then tried matching the numbers to their rank in the
    alphabet and got "FGBAHE DC." This made no sense, but maybe the letters
    stood for something. Perhaps the letters formed an anagram of some
    sort, but I couldn't come up with anything. I tried applying several
    mathematical tricks, but nothing meaningful came up. Writing the number
    backwards made it seem more like a phone number since the 345 prefix is
    used around here. Maybe it was 345-8127, extension 6, or something. I
    was highly suspicious of it, whatever it was.
    	Finally, it occurred to me that perhaps the numbers corresponded
    somehow to the letters in DIAPEROY from the first note. This seemed
    like the most obvious reason for the numbers. With this in mind I wrote
    the letters D I A P E R O Y above each of the numbers:

    DIAPEROY
    67218543

    	Seeing that there were eight letters and eight numbers, it was
    starting to make some sense now. Next, I rearranged the letters in
    order by the numbers. The 1 matched up with the P, the 2 matched up
    with the A, and so on. The result of this left me with a very fearful
    feeling-- the letters spelled out: P A Y O R D I E-- "PAY OR DIE."
    	"Oh shit," I thought to myself as I felt my pulse instantly
    double its rate. Apparently someone with a knack for making up word
    games and had a lot of time on his hands was trying to screw with my
    mind. At least this would explain the missing B. I wasn't sure whether
    to take this seriously or not and present it to the principal. In any
    case it left me feeling uneasy. I was beginning to suspect that it was
    either one of the boys who were suspended, or it might have been Chuck
    or Steve, though they hadn't bothered me for awhile; they were too busy
    picking on the kids in their own grade.
    	When lunch hour came around I showed the note to Tony and asked
    him if he knew what it meant.
    	"Yeah, it means someone can't spell the word 'boy," Tony replied.
    Jay looked at it, too, as did Bryce.
    	"Where did you find this?" Bryce asked me. I told him that it was
    in my locker.
    	"What are these numbers?"
    	"See if you can figure it out," I said. Tony was quick to point
    out that the letters in "DIAPER OY" were an anagram of PAY OR DIE.
    	"Holy shit," Tony commented. "I think someone is after us."
    	"Who'd be dumb enough to leave a note like that?" I asked Tony.
    "I think someone's just messing with our heads, if anything."
    	"I hope so," Tony said. I asked him and the others if they
    noticed that the letters all came from diaper brand logos. Tony hadn't
    noticed this, but Jay did.
    	"They could have used a B from a BVD underwear ad," Jay
    commented.
    	"Yeah, but they don't make diapers," I said, "unless they market
    their boys' underwear to be worn the way you wear it."
    	Throughout the rest of the day I told Megan and then Angela about
    the note and what it spelled out. Megan thought that someone was
    probably just trying to get me riled up and that the combination of
    letters just happened to work the way they did. Angela was more
    serious, though, thinking that I should present the note to the
    principal and let them deal with it and investigate.
    	"That's a death threat, Chris," Angela said in a worried voice.
    "I know those kids in Mr. Brown's class are mad for getting themselves
    in trouble and they're taking it out on you. Whatever you do, be
    careful when you go home today."
    	"I will," I said to her. For the remainder of the class I told
    Angela about the football lesson that Mr. Brown is giving me, Tony and
    Jay this week. I told her how he embarrassed us in class.
    	"That jerk," Angela said. She gave me a few basic pointers to
    know for the test, though, seeing that she knew a little bit football.
    Much of it she had learned from her brother Todd.
    	"How's his D.B.A. club doing?" I asked Angela.
    	"Great," she said. "He went to his first meeting this Saturday.
    He said they had lots of fun and they all talked about how their toilet
    training went. He took some pictures, too, but he needs to finish up
    the roll to get them developed."
    	"That's easy, just take some shots of him in his diapers," I
    suggested. "And if he's afraid of who might see them when they're
    developed, just take them to Patterson Camera and Video. My friend
    Aaron's parents own that place and do all their film developing in the
    store.
    	"Thanks, I'll remember that," Angela said.
    	"So what did Todd have to do to be initiated into the club?" I
    asked Angela.
    	"Since he likes to play football, they all went to the school and
    they had him play a game wearing just his diapers! I can't wait to see
    the pictures from that!"
    	"Did his team win?"
    	"I don't think anyone was even keeping score, and they didn't
    play a full game or anything, just that they had him play in his
    diapers for a few minutes. It was cold and rainy, too, so this made it
    even harder. Todd likes his diapers, but I'm sure it was one time he
    was sure glad to get his pants back on."
    	Before I knew it the bell was about to ring and I could go home
    for the day and then go babysit Cody and Jordan. On the way home Tony
    and I talked about his new babysitting job.
    	"I'm kind of nervous about this whole thing," Tony said.
    	"Relax," I said. "Gary loved us yesterday. I know you made a good
    impression on him."
    	"Probably because I wear diapers," Tony replied.
    	"Exactly. He knows that you will understand his son's needs since
    you wear diapers. He's taking you out to eat, you can't beat that. I
    wish Sue would have thought to do that."
    	"I'll call you and tell you how it goes," Tony said just as the
    bus stopped. Once I got home I took off my pants and had Cindy changed
    me into my cloth diapers. With my pants sitting on the floor she saw
    the corner of the note sticking out of the pocket.
    	"Did someone write you a love note?" Cindy asked.
    	"Hardly," I said.
    	"Betcha it's from Megan, huh?" Cindy pressed on.
    	"It isn't," I said.
    	"I'm gonna look anyway!" she said, stopping in the middle of my
    diaper change, knowing that I couldn't have gotten up very easily from
    the changing table to stop her. Since I knew it wasn't anything mushy
    or embarrassing I figured I'd let her find out for herself.
    	"Diaper...oy?" she said. "Where's the B?"
    	"That's not what it says," I told Cindy.
    	"Looks like diaper oy to me."
    	"No, see the numbers? Put the letters in the order of the
    numbers."
    	After a few seconds, Cindy figured it out.
    	"Pay or die," she said. "What does that mean?"
    	"I don't know," I said. Cindy resumed her diapering me and we
    talked about the note.
    	"I think someone was just having some fun, if anything." Cindy
    said.
    	"Probably so," I said. "But I wouldn't be surprised if one of
    those guys from Mr. Brown's class is behind it."
    	"How could they? They're suspended, right?"
    	"Yeah, but that doesn't mean they still can't come to the school
    and sneak to my locker between classes when everyone's in the hallways
    and wouldn't notice him."
    	"Yeah, possibly," Cindy said. "Or they could have had someone
    else do it." She finished diapering me and then told me that I'd better
    get going if I wanted to get to Cody's and Jordan's house. I had enough
    time to grab a quick drink and a snack. I went into the kitchen where
    Lisa was sitting at the table doing her homework.
    	"Not going to work today?" I asked her.
    	"No," she said while wrapping her hair around her index finger.
    "In fact, I decided to quit."
    	"What?" I asked, surprised to have heard this.
    	"I just couldn't handle working there any more," she said. "The
    stupid, rude customers, the late hours, especially on weekends, the
    asshole manager, and some of the people who worked there."
    	"So, what about your car?" I asked Lisa.
    	"Mom and Dad will cover my payments for me. Look, Chris, I want
    to apologize for yesterday."
    	"That's all right," I said. "You don't mind that I'm in diapers,
    do you?"
    	"No, it's all right," she said. "I'm used to it. I still think
    you tend to go overboard with your diapers, though. I thought it was
    cute and all four years ago, but as I have gotten older I'm beginning
    to see how much of your life it consumes, and I just don't know how
    well my friends and any boyfriends, should I ever find one, will take
    to your behavior."
    	After I stuffed a couple cookies into my mouth Lisa handed me a
    large envelope.
    	"This came for you today," she said as she handed it to me. She
    brushed cookie crumbs off of my plastic pants. It felt good to know she
    was still willing to touch my diapers.
    	The envelope was from Vin Di Bona Productions. It was a reply
    from America's Funniest Home Videos! Along with it was the video,
    included in the self-addressed stamped envelope that viewers are
    instructed to send with their videos to have them returned. My heart
    was racing with excitement as I thought about the possibility of being
    on the show and winning ten thousand dollars for our prize-winning
    diaper-butts video. At the very least I was hoping that our video would
    at least be shown. Lisa and Cindy watched as I ripped open the package
    and pulled out the videotape itself. I then read the enclosed letter:

    Dear Chris Barrett and Family,

    Thank you for your video submission to America's Funniest Home Videos.
    Your video was reviewed by our panel of producers and was selected for
    one of our shows. We are pleased to announce that it will air during
    our January 9, 1994 show. Enclosed is an official America's Funniest
    Home Videos T-shirt. Thank you again, and please, keep those cameras
    safely rolling!

    Sincerely,

    Vin Di Bona

    Vin Di Bona Productions

    	"Wow!" I said. "At least they're going to show it!"
    	"All right!" Cindy said. "I can't wait to tell everyone that my
    brother is going to be on 'America's Funniest Home Videos!'"
    	"All they're going to see is your butt, right?" Lisa asked.
    	"Of course, but isn't that the part everyone looks at on me
    anyway?"
    	I decided to wear the T-shirt right away, so right there in the
    kitchen I changed out of my other shirt and out the A.F.H.V. shirt on.
    I could barely contain my excitement, even if we weren't going to be
    flying down there to appear on the set itself and be eligible to win
    ten thousand dollars. If I had the time and if I knew Tony would be
    home I'd call him and tell him. With videos on my mind I decided to
    take the video camera with me so that I could do some shots of Cody and
    Jordan showing off their diapers. I also decided to take along the
    video itself, the one that would be shown on national TV. I knew the
    boys would love it.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 159
    ----------------------------

    	With a new video tape ready to go I popped it into the video
    camera. Lisa saw me carrying it and asked me, "Where are you going with
    that?"
    	"I'm taking it to Cody's and Jordan's house," I said.
    	"You be careful with that thing," Lisa told me. "Don't lose it."
    	"I won't lose it," I assured Lisa, sounding annoyed by her lack
    of trusting me with the camera.
    	"And don't drop it, either," she added.
    	"Lisa, I can handle it just fine," I said even more defensively,
    rolling my eyes.
    	"Since you're always in diapers, Chris, you don't have a lot of
    'handling' experience like most boys do, if you know what I mean,"
    Cindy quipped. I just gave her a faked courtesy smile. At least I knew
    I could handle the video camera while on my bike better than I could
    handle a football.
    	I pulled my sweatpants on over my diapers and then put my jacket
    on. I put the other video that I wanted to show Cody and Jordan in my
    book/diaper bag and then headed out. I had never tried running a video
    camera while riding my bike before, so I decided to have some fun with
    it and let it run while I held it off to my left side, being that I
    felt I could control my bike better with the right hand across the
    center bar between the handlebars. I crouched down and held the camera
    low to the ground, knowing that I was risking dropping it, but I was
    careful to maintain a good grip on it and watch where I was going at
    the same time. I then turned the camera around and got some video of
    the street running backwards behind me.
    	Suddenly I realized that I was being followed when I looked
    behind me and heard someone else's bike tires humming against the
    pavement along with the sounds of pedaling. I then heard a voice ring
    out, "There he is!" Seeing the tire approaching my view I looked up. It
    was Hugh! He must have found out where I lived and had been following
    me. In any case he was determined to get me, that's for sure. Perhaps
    he was the one responsible for the "DIAPER OY" note in my locker.
    	"Nice camera you got there!" It was still running, recording his
    ugly zit-infested face. As much as I didn't want him in my video, I
    thought that maybe I could catch him doing something that I could get
    him busted for.
    	"It's not mine, it's my Mom and Dad's," I said, trying to get
    away from him while trying not to drop the camera, hoping he'd be
    respectful of other people's property, but who was I kidding?
    	"How about you hand it over and we'll call it even, deal?" he
    told me.
    	"I told you, it's not mine!" I said, thinking that even if it
    were mine I wouldn't let him have it.
    	"You owe me for getting me kicked out of school for a week, and
    GROUNDED for TWO MONTHS, you little FUCKER!"
    	"If you're grounded, then what are you doing out here?" I asked
    Hugh.
    	"Never mind that, you shit! Hand the camera over, or I'll take it
    and smash it on the street and then smash your fucking skull right next
    to it!" Hugh threatened fiercely.
    	"Go away, Hugh!" I yelled at him.
    	"Go away, Hugh! Wah! Wah! Change my diaper!" he mocked me. "What
    a fucking baby!"
    	"I said LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!" I yelled as I tried to get away
    from him. If the camera were something that could withstand the impact
    of being dropped or thrown I would have thrown it right into his face.
    	"Don't say that I didn't warn you!" Hugh said. "I'm giving you
    one more chance. You either stop and pay up, or I kick the living shit
    out of you!"
    	"How much do you want?" I asked Hugh, just to hold off his
    advances a little.
    	"A hundred bucks, or that camera!" Hugh said. Obviously he had no
    idea that the camera was worth a lot more.
    	"Don't have it, sorry," I said as I pedaled as hard as I could to
    lose him, but it was no use.
    	"Then it's coming out of your ass!" he said.
    	"The only thing that comes out of my ass is shit!" I said. "I got
    plenty of that in my diapers if you want it! " Hugh didn't seem to
    think this was very funny.
    	I was approaching Cody's and Jordan's house, thank God. Even
    better was that the bus was stopped in the street and letting kids off,
    seeing that this would hopefully serve as a deterrent to Hugh and
    there'd be at least the bus driver to witness anything Hugh might have
    tried to do to me. As fast as I was moving, I didn't want to run into
    any of the little kids getting off the bus, so I slowed down. I was
    almost to Cody's and Jordan's house now, unbeknownst to Hugh. My
    slowing down gave Hugh a chance to catch up to me and get up to my left
    side, so I really needed to lose him. He was getting ready to knock me
    off my bike and slam into me from the side, when I took advantage of a
    small opening between two parallel-parked cars. I quickly shot off
    diagonally, barely missing the rear bumper of the car in front of me as
    I reached the sidewalk. Hugh hadn't slowed down, which caused him to
    miss the gap in the otherwise solid row of cars. In his determination
    to get over to the sidewalk, he wasn't paying attention to where he was
    going. When he realized that he was about to hit a little girl he
    skidded to a stop, lost control of his bike and fell down, skidding
    along the pavement. In doing this he ended up plowing into another
    little girl and knocking her over. She was bawling and I could see that
    her face was bleeding. The bus driver got out to help the little girl
    and to chew out Hugh for being so careless. Hugh, being the mild-
    mannered bastard he was, said "fuck you!" to the bus driver and then he
    got back up and took off down the street to evade responsibility for
    the accident. He must have forgotten about me since he kept going. The
    best part of this was that I caught his fleeing from the scene on
    video! I might have caught him running into the girl on tape, too.
    	Meanwhile, a small crowd of concerned neighbors had gathered. The
    bus driver had gotten out the first aid kit from the bus and tried to
    treat the girl for her wounds. The little girl's mother also appeared
    on the scene. The mother was understandably in a state of panic, seeing
    that her daughter was hurt. I set the camera down on the porch and went
    up to the bus driver and the girl's mother to explain what had
    happened. I spotted Cody and Jordan and told them to just wait and I
    would let them in the house soon.
    	"What happened?" the mother, who was in tears, asked me.
    	"That other kid was chasing me and threatening me," I said. "I
    got away from him and he was trying to catch up to me. He wasn't
    watching where he was going and he ended up falling off his bike and
    running into your girl. I'm sorry about your daughter getting hurt."
    	"It's not your fault," the mother said to me. "I saw that other
    boy run right into my daughter. Do you know who he was?"
    	"I sure do," I said. "I can give you his name and then you can
    probably get a hold of his parents by calling the school."
    	"Let me get my daughter home first," the lady said. "Do you live
    around here?"
    	"No, I just babysit these two boys here," I said, pointing to
    Cody and Jordan who were standing in awe.
    	"Oh, the Ketchum boys," she said. "I know their mother. What time
    does she get home?"
    	"A little after six," I said. "Does she know you?"
    	"Yes, I'm Elaine Sorenson," she replied. "Tell Sue what happened
    when she gets home. Be sure to give her the name of that other boy, and
    have her give me a call."
    	"Sure, I will," I told the woman as she walked away, trying to
    comfort her daughter. She thanked the bus driver for her attentiveness.
    	"I got it on video, too," I told Elaine.
    	"I don't know if we'll need it, but if we end up taking that
    other boy's family to court we may need it."
    	"Wow! What happened?" Cody asked me.
    	"Some kid was chasing me, and he was trying to catch me when he
    ran into that girl."
    	"Why was he chasing you?"
    	"Because he got himself in trouble while trying to get me in
    trouble, so now he's mad at me and he's trying to blame me for it."
    	"What a poopy-butt!" Cody said.
    	"Yeah, he's a poopy-butt!" Jordan added.
    	"Speaking of poopy butts, how are you guys doing?" I asked the
    boys as I opened the door and let them inside their house. Right away
    they were taking off their shoes and then their overalls.
    	"We're poopy butts!" Cody said.
    	"Well, you boys know what to do," I said. Jordan noticed the
    video camera and asked me if I was going to use it.
    	"Sure I'm gonna use it!" I said. "Why do you think I brought it
    over?"
    	"Uhh, are you gonna take some videos of us?"
    	"You got it!" I said. "I'm also gonna show you a video that's
    going to be on 'America's Funniest Home Videos."
    	"We like that show," Jordan said. "I like it when the guy says
    'butt!'"
    	"You mean Bob?" I asked. "The guy who stands up there and makes
    lame jokes?"
    	"Yeah, he says the word 'butt' a lot, like, 'here's some videos
    of some people falling on their butts!'"
    	"Tell you what," I said. "When I do this video, try to say the
    words butt, poop, stinky, smelly, diapers, thick, white, and boy as
    much as you can, all right?"
    	The boys ran into their bedroom. I already had the video camera
    running as I caught a shot of them going down the hallway. I left the
    camera running as I set it down where it could videotape me diapering
    the two boys in their Thickies cloth diapers. Once I had them diapered
    up we went out to the kitchen and had some snacks. Afterwards I decided
    to let them put on their own little show, telling me all about their
    diapers, using as much as possible the words that I asked them to use
    frequently. I had to prompt them a few times, but they were getting
    into it pretty quickly.
    	For the next several minutes I had the two boys saying all kinds
    of things about wearing diapers and how much fun they thought diapers
    are to wear. I helped them come up with silly songs and rhymes. They
    danced around and showed off their diapers, especially their butts.
    They did as I asked and had them try to use "diaper words" as much as
    they could, using as many examples as they could come up with. I did an
    interview with each of them, asking them what they both liked about
    diapers so much. I asked them to describe what they see and what they
    feel when they are in diapers. Even though I didn't bring Twister with
    me today I told the boys to pretend that they were playing it just so I
    could get some good video shots. I had them use the square linoleum
    tiles on the kitchen floor to substitute for the dots. Even though it
    was cool outside I got some video of them running around in the back
    yard rolling around in the grass in their diapers. I told the boys they
    would especially appreciate having a video such as this years later
    since I wish I had gotten to do something like this at their age.
    	Afterwards we watched the videos, First, I showed the boys the
    video that would be on America's Funniest Home Videos. They thought it
    was so funny that we must have watched it five or six times. I then
    asked the boys if they wanted to see the video we just made, mainly
    since I wanted to see it and didn't want to keep showing them the
    diaper-mooning clip over and over all afternoon. They agreed that they
    had seen enough of the first video and wanted to see the video we just
    made. We didn't have time to watch it all the way through before I had
    to leave, so I told the boys we would watch the rest of it tomorrow and
    pick up where we left off today; they were cool with this.
    	I rewound the video to the beginning and pressed play. My first
    shots of me holding the video camera close to the ground turned out
    okay, but not what I was hoping for. The attached lens cap also kept
    hitting the ground every now and then. Later on came the scenes where
    Hugh approached from behind me and was threatening me. Cody and Jordan
    got scared, fearing that Hugh was going to beat me up. I forgot about
    all the foul language that Hugh was using, not that Cody and Jordan
    hadn't already heard it at least a few times. I said a few words of my
    own, but only in defense.
    	I was surprised that I had gotten the footage of Hugh skidding
    and then slamming into that poor little girl, though the camera wasn't
    very steady. I wasn't intentionally filming this, but I just happened
    to have the camera running and it was pointed sideways to me, facing
    the street. Just as I had gotten past the parked cars the next scene
    showed Hugh's bike falling over and sliding into the little girl. As
    much as I wanted to delete this part of the video I knew that I should
    retain it in case Hugh were to appear in court, especially since I also
    got video of him riding away from the scene and averting
    responsibility.
    	Fortunately the rest of the video was much more fun to watch. I
    told the boys I would make a copy of the video for them so that they
    would have one of their own. Of course I wanted to make sure Sue would
    be cool with it since the boys did get rather vulgar when I told them
    to talk about their poopy diapers and how bad they smelled and what it
    felt like when they farted in their poop-filled diapers. They talked
    about how it felt to get poop all the way up to their "weenies." They
    denounced toilet training boys and they loudly proclaimed that all boys
    should be allowed to wear diapers. These boys were getting a head start
    at becoming life-long diaper boys.
    	Sue came home at about her usual time. She asked me how the boys
    were.
    	"Fine," I said. "We had lots of fun today."
    	"I can see that you did," Sue commented as we were still watching
    the video. We were up to doing the scene where the boys were pretending
    to play Twister on the kitchen floor.
    	"Chris made a video of us in our diapers!" Cody said.
    	"Yeah, and we talked about our diapers and did funny things in
    our diapers and we made poop jokes and we did the 'My Butt's in Thick
    White Diapers' song!" Jordan added.
    	"I thought about making a copy of the video for them," I said.
    "If that's okay with you."
    	"I don't see why not," Sue said. "We have plenty of video of them
    in their diapers, too. I mean, mainly because it's all they wear around
    the house."
    	""Do they talk about how much they like their diapers?" I asked
    Sue.
    	"Sometimes, but ever since you started babysitting them they're
    quite open about it now."
    	"Well, I hope they're not being too open," I said, hoping that I
    hadn't corrupted her sons too much with the diaper talk. "I mean, they
    were saying things like how much poop their diapers can hold, how bad
    they get to smelling, things like that."
    	"They're boys, Chris, just like you. Boys like to talk about
    things like that, especially when they're in diapers all the time. I
    grew up with brothers and they talked about the same things."
    	"We're they in diapers?" I asked Sue.
    	"As babies, yeah, until they were three," Sue said. She sensed
    the disappointment in my face.
    	"I know, you were probably hoping for a story about my brothers
    being in diapers all throughout their childhood. My brother Mark did
    poop his pants a few times on accident, but it wasn't enough to
    convince my mother to put him in diapers."
    	"So, you're cool with your boys saying stuff like that about
    wearing their diapers?" I asked Sue again.
    	"They know that they can only do it here at home," Sue said. "But
    yeah, I don't mind it; it's cute more than anything."
    	I then told Sue about the incident that happened on my way over
    concerning Hugh knocking a girl down with his bike. I gave Sue Hugh's
    name and explained what he had done. I then told Sue to call Elaine,
    the lady whose daughter was knocked over by Hugh and his bike.
    	"I even got it on tape," I said. "I didn't intend to, it just
    happened that I was carrying the camera with me and had it running when
    Hugh tried to run me off my bike."
    	"Hold onto that tape," Sue told me, explaining that It could be
    used in court if it ever came down to a situation where Hugh's parents
    would be liable for their son's negligence.
    	Just as I was leaving, Sue noticed my T-shirt. I quickly
    explained to her that our video would be shown on TV. Sue was excited
    to hear of this. I told her I would bring it with me tomorrow to show
    it to her since I was needing to get home. I said goodbye to the boys
    and told them I would see them tomorrow.
    	"Are you gonna bring the video camera?" Cody asked me.
    	"I don't know," I said.
    	"I don't mind if you use ours," Sue told me. "Just bring your own
    tapes."
    	"That sounds great," I told Sue. I went outside and opened the
    gate to the back yard. I decided to leave my bike out of view in case
    Hugh decided to come back. I cautiously looked around to make sure Hugh
    wasn't lurking behind a car or a tree. I then started for home. A
    couple houses up the street I saw Elaine, the lady whose daughter was
    knocked over by Hugh and his bike. The girl had some bandages on her
    face. I stopped for a moment to ask Elaine how her girl was doing.
    	"She's better now," Elaine said. "She just got some minor scrapes
    and she says she's sore where the bike hit her side. I took her to the
    doctor and had him look her over this afternoon."
    	"She'll get better, I'm sure," I said. "You don't think you'll be
    taking that other kid to court over this?"
    	"No, but I will be watching for that kid in case he tries to run
    you down again like that."
    	"Thanks," I said. I wasn't really sure what Elaine could do for
    me if Hugh was chasing me again. While I was glad the girl was going to
    be okay, I was hoping that Hugh would get in more trouble for his
    negligence.
    	The little girl must have noticed my diapers bulging through my
    sweats. In fact, I didn't even realize that my sweats had slid down a
    little ways and my jacket had pulled my shirt up to expose my diapers.
    The girl was pointing at my back and asking her Mom if I was wearing
    diapers.
    	"That's just his underwear," I heard the lady whisper to her
    curious daughter. As she was to my side and towards my front, the
    mother couldn't have seen that I had diapers on and likely assumed that
    I was wearing white underwear, which, in a way I was.
    	"But it's really big and thick," the girl said out loud. "And
    it's white, and it looks like diapers. Come look at it! Mine's all pink
    and purple and yellow, and it's not so big."
    	"A lot of boys wear plain white underwear," I heard Elaine try to
    discreetly explain to her daughter the differences between boys'
    underwear and girls' underwear.
    	"Do all boys wear big, white underwear like that?" the girl asked
    her mother.
    	"Honey, it's not nice to point out things like that," I heard
    Elaine mildly scold her daughter after seeing that she wasn't about to
    drop the subject. I decided to speak up to save the girl from getting
    into trouble for something that wasn't her fault.
    	"I'll have to apologize for my daughter's curiosity about your,
    your underwear," Elaine said to me, blushing. "She doesn't have any
    brothers and isn't around boys much except at school."
    	"It's okay, ma'am," I said. "They are diapers, and well, it *is*
    my underwear," I said. "I realize they're kind of hard not to notice."
    	I had been leaning forward on the handlebars, which gave the
    little girl a good view of my diapers, but at the same time hid the
    bulge in the front from where Elaine could have otherwise seen them. I
    stood straight with my legs straddling my bike and then lifted my shirt
    to show Elaine that I had diapers on.
    	"Oh my," the lady said, surprised when I revealed that I really
    was wearing diapers. "You poor dear, having to wear those things. I'm
    sure there's something a little more discreet for you to wear than
    that."
    	"There is, but this is what works best for me," I explained
    without going into any details about how much I loved to wear thick
    diapers.
    	"Why do you wear diapers?" the little girl asked me.
    	"Miranda! That's *not* an appropriate question to ask this young
    gentleman!" the girl's mother scolded her, this time more sharply.
    	"It's okay, I don't mind talking about it," I said. "I just can't
    use toilets, so I have to wear diapers," I gently explained to the
    girl.
    	"So you babysit Sue's boys?" Elaine asked me, trying to change
    the subject.
    	"Yep, this is my second week," I said.
    	"Really?" Elaine said. She sounded somewhat surprised by this.
    	"I know," I said. "There aren't a lot of boy babysitters, huh?"
    	"Well, no, come to think of it, there's not," Elaine replied.
    Elaine still seemed puzzled, which had me puzzled.
    	"Do you need someone to babysit Miranda?" I asked Elaine.
    	"No, no, I mean, thanks for offering, that is, if you know
    someone who is looking for a babysitting job, but I'm a stay-at-home
    Mom," she said. She seemed like she wanted to say something else to me,
    but she was hesitant. I was about to break away and get my diapered
    butt home since I was already running late, but then Elaine started
    talking.
    	"I've never understood why, but Sue won't allow Miranda to come
    play with her boys and Miranda would like to since she likes playing
    with them at school."
    	"I don't know," I said naively, although I had a good feeling
    that it had to do with the fact that Sue has kept her two boys in
    diapers and didn't want this to be known among their classmates.
    	"Do you know why she wouldn't let Miranda visit?" I asked Elaine.
    	"I don't, all I know is that she was told that she couldn't play
    with the boys. Maybe it's because Miranda is a girl or something like
    that."
    	"I'll ask Sue about this and see what she says," I told Elaine.
    She should be calling you any minute." At that moment I heard the phone
    ringing inside her house as the door was open but the screen door was
    shut.
    	"That must be Sue," Elaine said. I decided I'd better get going,
    so I said goodbye to Elaine as I headed back for home. Since I was
    running late I hurried as quickly as I could, which was not easy,
    considering that I had the video camera to carry back with me. Dinner
    was ready and on the table when I got home.
    	"Chris, you're late," my Mom told me.
    	"I know, but I struck up a conversation with one of the neighbors
    who lives close to Cody and Jordan."
    	"Dinner's ready, go wash up and come join us," Mom said. Quickly
    I went into my room, took off my book/diaper bag and shed my sweatpants
    and then went into the bathroom to wash my hands. When I joined my
    family at the table mom asked me what I was doing with the video
    camera.
    	"I just took it over to Cody's and Jordan's," I said.
    	"Next time ask us first," Dad said sternly.
    	"Sorry," I said. "I won't take it again."
    	"You can take it, but let us know first," Mom said.
    	"They have a video camera anyway, so I don't need to," I
    explained.
    	"Oh," Mom said. I then told Mom and everyone about my run-in with
    Hugh.
    	"Maybe you'd better leave the camera home," Dad said. "You really
    shouldn't be carrying it while riding your bike anyway."
    	"Are you more concerned about the camera than the fact that I
    didn't get beaten up?" I asked Dad.
    	"No, son, I'm not," he said. "Of course we're glad you didn't get
    into a fight with that Hugh."
    	"Is he the one who's been picking on you in P.E. class?" Mom
    asked me.
    	"He's one of them," I answered her.
    	"That does it. I am going to get you out of that P.E. class!"
    	"I thought you talked to them today, Mom," I said.
    	"I did, but they said they need to review the situation before
    making a decision."
    	"What is there to review?" I said exasperatedly. "Mr. Brown's a
    jerk to anyone who doesn't like to play football, and he seems to pick
    on me and Tony and Jay, because we also wear diapers."
    	During the rest of dinner I told everyone about Mr. Brown's
    humiliating football lesson which he gave to me, Tony and Jay in front
    of the class.
    	"I guess I should have encouraged you to take more of an interest
    in football, son," Dad said. "What can you tell me about football?"
    	"Not much," I said. "All it is, is a bunch of guys who run back
    and forth across a field carrying a funny-shaped ball, running into
    each other while they try to get the ball to the other side, right?"
    	"You got the basic idea," Dad said. "You know the difference
    between a quarterback and a halfback?"
    	"No," I said.
    	"What does first down mean?" Dad quizzed me.
    	"I don't know, Dad," I said.
    	"How many points are there in a touchdown?"
    	"Seven," I answered, thinking that I was doing well just to know
    this.
    	"Actually, six; it's seven if you earn the extra point. Do you
    know what that is?"
    	I was getting annoyed by Dad's quizzing me. Mom intervened,
    fortunately.
    	"Honey, he's never going to play football, it doesn't interest
    him," Mom said.
    	"Yeah, all he thinks about is diapers," Cindy replied.
    	"I won't argue with that," Lisa added.
    	"Neither will I," I said.
    	As we ate dinner Dad told us that Lisa had quit working and would
    likely take the rest of the year off so she could catch up on her
    homework and get her mind in order. Cindy told me later that night
    during my diaper change that Lisa would also be seeing a counselor. As
    dinner was finishing up we talked about our diaper-mooning video to be
    shown on America's Funniest Home Videos. Dad had mixed feelings about
    this, but he conceded that he was glad to see that I was getting in a
    few more minutes of fame, even if it involved showing off my diapered
    butt, just like in my forthcoming appearances in magazine ads would do.
    	After dinner was over I called Tony and told him about my
    exciting day. He told me about his, too, saying that he looked forward
    to looking after Richard.
    	"Did Richard even talk to you?" I asked Tony.
    	"He did a little, now that he knows who I am and that he knows I
    wear diapers, too."
    	Tony and I spent about 45 minutes on the phone before Cindy took
    it away from me to call Gina. I decided to get started on my homework,
    starting with the reading assignment that I should have done in Mr.
    Eastman's class. Ho hum. What an anti-climactic ending to a climactic
    day.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 160
    ----------------------------

    	I especially didn't want to go to P.E. class today in spite of
    the fact that Hugh, Brent and Russ wouldn't be there, or so I thought,
    anyway, as I would have yet to find out later that day. I went through
    my first three classes—English, Social Studies and Math, and nothing
    unusual happened. I still got the usual remarks from the relatively few
    kids, the majority of them in sixth grade, who still seemed to think
    that calling me any variety of names that contained any of the
    following words-- ass, butt, boy, crap, crapper, crappy, diaper, dick,
    doofus, dork, dweeb, fart, pants, pee, penis, piss, pisser, pissy,
    poop, pooper, poopy, prick, shit, shitter, shitty, smelly, stink,
    stinky, or turd-- bothered me, because it didn't. In fact, on Friday I
    planned to wear one of my Thickies shirts to school just to make a bold
    statement to proclaim my love for wearing and using diapers. I'd even
    be willing to come to school in my usual set of ultra-thick Thickies
    cloth diapers and wear my sweatpants over them. What did I have to lose
    at this point since my only friends at this point were other boys who
    wear diapers and girls who are nice enough to understand.
    	Fourth period seemed to take forever to come. I could only
    anticipate what Mr. Brown had in mind for making complete morons out of
    Tony, Jay and me. The day was already off to a bad start before we even
    got to that point. When I opened up my locker to get my gym clothes I
    found another piece of paper which had been folded up and stuffed
    inside. Knowing that no girls were likely to come into the boys' locker
    room, I could safely rule out Megan or a secret admirer (at least a
    female admirer) leaving the note this time. I had my suspicions, and
    when I unfolded the note my suspicions were confirmed. The note
    consisted of the same letters taken from diaper brand logos that were
    used in the note that read "DIAPER OY", spelling out "PAY OR DIE." The
    letters were enlarged to double their original size. While Tony was
    changing into his gym shorts-- wearing a very wet and soiled Thickies
    diaper that he should have changed, but decided to wait until he had
    showered to do so-- I showed him the note.
    	"Whatever you do, hold onto that and show it to Mr. Carberry at
    lunchtime," Tony told me as he brought his shorts up as high as they
    could go, but still could not keep his Thickies diaper from showing at
    the top.
    	"I'll have the resource officer see it," I suggested. I decided
    that this constituted an outright threat that needed to be looked into
    at once. I couldn't allow this mind/word game to go on any longer.
    	My expectations about how today's class would go were also met.
    With Tony, Jay and me having to go alongside Mr. Brown for half of the
    period while he covered the basics of football, I could hardly stand
    another minute of it by the time class was over. Everyone was laughing
    at us for not only being uninformed about the game, but that we all
    sucked at throwing and handling the ball.
    	Mr. Brown then had us join the rest of class, having told all of
    them to show us some basic plays. He brought three footballs with him.
    He divided the rest of the class into three groups and he had one group
    work with me, one group with Tony and one with Jay. He threw an
    impromptu-ly designated team captain for each group a football. I had
    Jimmy in my group, but I also had Shane and a couple other kids who
    were beginning to rank higher up on my shitlist with each passing day.
    	Shane and another kid named Marcus acted like they were really
    interested in showing me how to make a forward pass, or at least that's
    what I thought they were showing me. Marcus was instructing me while
    Shane was standing behind me, being an opponent who would come after me
    and try to tackle me to the ground.
    	"Okay, Chris, hold the ball up high," he instructed. "Hold it
    with both hands."
    	I didn't know a lot about football, but even I knew that a
    football is usually not held, much less thrown, with both hands. I even
    questioned Marcus about this and said, "I've never seen anyone do that
    before."
    	"That's because you've probably never watched anyone play!" he
    said. "Why do you think we're doing this?"
    	"So they do throw the ball like this?" I asked naively.
    	"Oh yes, they do it all the time," Marcus replied, sounding
    somewhat sincere, but with enough of a hint of mockery in his voice for
    me to feel suspicious. I could hear Shane laughing behind me, but
    trying not to. I couldn't tell if he was laughing at my ignorance or
    laughing because he and Marcus were taking me for a ride, so to speak.
    When I turned around and looked at him he just said, "sorry, dude,
    don't mind me, just go back to your football lesson."
    	Marcus was walking away from me backwards and he told me, "I'm
    going to run over here watching you while I run, so when I say go,
    start running towards me with the ball and I'll tell you when to throw
    it, okay?"
    	"Okay," I said.
    	"Keep your hands up like that, too," he said.
    	I did as he told me and I was gullible enough to believe him that
    this was a move that football players sometimes practiced.
    	"Shane, you ready?" Marcus shouted.
    	"Ready!" he said.
    	Marcus started running and then he told me to go. Just as I began
    to run towards him I suddenly felt Shane's hands grabbing at the
    waistband of my shorts. As I took off, he got my shorts down and he
    exposed my diaper. I stumbled and fell as I tripped on my shorts, which
    were now at my ankles. Everyone in the group was laughing, except for
    Jimmy. I was embarrassed, not so much because my diaper-- wet and poopy
    as it was-- was fully exposed, but because I had fallen for this stupid
    setup.
    	"Chris, you are so gullible!" Shane said while he, Marcus and the
    others enjoyed a good laugh. I pulled my shorts back up and walked away
    from the laughing group of kids. Mr. Brown had his backed turned, it
    seemed, but even if he did see it I had a feeling he wouldn't have
    cared. In spite of my better judgment, I brought the matter to his
    attention.
    	"Umm, Mister, uhh, I mean, I mean, Coach Brown," I stammered
    nervously as I walked up to him. He just looked at me. I waited for him
    to acknowledge my need to talk to him, but instead he just stood there
    and waited for me to talk. He then said, "well, what is it?"
    	"Did you see what happened over there?" I asked him meekly,
    lowering my chances of getting any recourse even more.
    	"See what?" he asked, obviously irritated by my presence.
    	"They pulled my shorts down," I said.
    	"Ain't the first time that's happened," Mr. Brown said, not even
    looking at me and not seeming to be the least bit concerned.
    	"Well, that still doesn't mean it's right for someone to do that,
    does it?"
    	"If I didn't see it, then I'm not going to waste my time dealing
    with it!" Mr. Brown snapped at me. "Now quit your belly-aching and get
    back to your group! You're supposed to be learning how to play
    football!"
    	"But they're not showing me anything!" I said to Mr. Brown while
    he walked away, ignoring me. "They were showing me plays that they
    don't really do, and—- ahh, fuck it!"
    	I didn't care about playing football anyway and I didn't care if
    I flunked that damn football test we'd be having this Friday. All I
    could hope for at this point is that Mr. Brown would be ultimately
    canned. This shit just couldn't go on any longer.
    	As I retreated to the group of kids who were supposed to be
    showing me some basic plays in football, I watched them all mocking me
    as they were running around holding the ball above their heads with
    both hands. I also noticed that Jimmy wasn't playing with them. He came
    up to me as he watched me walking towards him with my head hung low.
    	"What happened?" Jimmy asked me.
    	"Mr. Brown basically gave me the brush-off," I replied. "He
    doesn't give a shit about me or Tony or Jay."
    	Jimmy tried to sympathize since he hated Mr. Brown, too, although
    Mr. Brown didn't pick on him as much in spite of the fact that he was
    also a diaper-wearer.
    	"I knew those guys were setting you up for something like that,"
    Jimmy said. "I wish I could have said something before Shane yanked
    your shorts down like that, but they hate me almost as much as they
    hate you."
    	"I know," I said. "They're all just a bunch of rotten pricks who
    don't like us because we wear diapers and don't play football."
    	"I play football," Jimmy said.
    	"You're probably the only cool person who does play it," I said.
    	"Not cool enough," Jimmy said. "We're not even supposed to be
    playing tackle and those guys were running into me, so I decided hell
    with them if they're going to play rough."
    	Jimmy asked me if we could go sit down on the bleachers and talk
    and I said, "Sure. Nobody wants us around anyway."
    	Jimmy and I sat there on the third row from the front and had a
    few minutes to talk before we were called into the showers.
    	"So, you don't know how to play football?" Jimmy asked me.
    	"No, I really don't," I said, embarrassed about not knowing so
    much as the difference between an offensive play and a defensive play.
    Jimmy asked me why and I told him, "I was never interested in sports
    much, and ever since I can remember, all the big, tough guys like to
    play it and they're always jerks about it because smaller kids like me
    don't like to play it, and well, since I've been wearing diapers for
    almost four years now this gives them another reason to tease me, not
    that this bothers me anymore. Hell, I'd go around in just my diapers
    here at school if the dress code allowed it!"
    	"I have to admit you're pretty brave about letting everyone know
    you wear diapers."
    	"It's what I love and I'd much rather wear diapers than play
    football."
    	"You can do both, like I do," Jimmy said.
    	"Do you really play football?"
    	"Just for fun, just me and my brothers," Jimmy replied. "You
    know, football really isn't all that hard to play, and the only reason
    you probably don't like it is because everyone you've known who plays
    it has been mean to you."
    	"You're probably right about that," I said. I sat there on the
    cold aluminum bench, at least it felt cold to my hands. My butt,
    however, was as warm as always as I had a nice, thick, although wet and
    poopy diaper, to insulate it.
    	"Maybe you could come over after school and we could play a few
    games together, just me and my brothers. You could bring Tony and Jay,
    too. My parents aren't home until later and--"
    	"I can't, sorry," I said. I really didn't want to get roped into
    playing football, even for fun, and even with someone whom I could
    trust. I had a valid excuse.
    	"Why's that?" Jimmy asked.
    	"I babysit after school," I explained. I told him I look after
    twin six-year-old boys who love their diapers as much as I do.
    	"That's cool," Jimmy said. I was hoping he'd take more interest
    in wanting to know more about Cody and Jordan. I was getting hard in
    anticipation, but Jimmy seemed to be more interested in inviting me
    over for some football, which was all right, but I'd rather spend a
    Saturday writing a diaper story or working on some other diaper-related
    project or activity.
    	"You think you could come over this Saturday?" Jimmy asked me. I
    couldn't turn him down, so I told him I would leave it open. He told me
    where he lived. It would be a long bike ride, going past where Aaron
    lived, but I had my sweatpants now and as long as Mom knew where I was
    I could pretty much go anywhere now.
    	Mr. Brown then blew his whistle and sent us back to the locker
    room. Tony and Jay joined up with Jimmy and me while we jogged back to
    the lockers. Jimmy agreed to join us at lunchtime to talk about his
    plans to invite us to his place this weekend.
    	I was dreading going to fifth period. I knew that I wouldn't do
    well on the test Mr. Eastman told us we would have today. As much as I
    tried last night, I couldn't get interested enough in the reading
    assignment, so instead I worked on my own diaper story. With this
    thought in mind, it made me wish I could skip fifth period and go
    straight into lunch. As things turned out, I almost did.
    	Upon returning from the shower I put a clean, fresh diaper on as
    I would normally do. Next I reached into my locker to grab my shirt. As
    always, I put my shirt on first and saved my pants for last, to
    maximize my time spent in just diapers, of course, counting on those
    few extra seconds of each day to add several minutes to my already very
    high yearly total of pantless, diaper-ful time.
    	Next I reached for my pants. When I picked them up I noticed a
    strange object sitting in my locker. It had a small blinking red LED
    light on it. Attached to it was a small LED clock, one of those stick-
    on cheapie clocks that people use in their cars. Since there was so
    little light that shone into my locker I had to get a closer look to
    find out what it was. I got down on my hands and knees and stuck my
    head inside my locker. It was then that I noticed some wires that were
    attached to three tubes wrapped in black electrical tape. It was then
    that I realized that my locker had... a BOMB in it!
    	"HOLY SHIT! THERE'S A BOMB IN MY LOCKER!" I shouted as I suddenly
    got up. "Everyone! Get the hell out of here! NOW!" I started running,
    urging everyone to get out as quickly as possible. By this time most of
    the boys were already dressed and ready to go, just waiting for the
    bell to ring. A few of them had taken heed of my warning and fled, but
    others were skeptical. I tried to get through the crowd of boys at the
    door, most of whom were still oblivious to the danger that I was well
    aware of. Tony, Jimmy and the others were right behind me, pushing to
    get out.
    	Mr. Brown heard me shouting and he asked me what was going on.
    	"There's a bomb in my locker!" I said while running around in a
    panic.
    	"What?" Mr. Brown asked.
    	"I said there's a bomb! It's in my locker!" I frantically pointed
    to the opened door. I didn't take time to look, but I knew that Mr.
    Brown went to look for himself, as if he didn't take my word for it. I
    was already out in the gym with Tony and the other diaper boys when I
    heard Mr. Brown shout out, "everybody evacuate immediately! Go outside
    and get away from the building!"
    	Mr. Brown's assistant came bursting out of the locker room. I saw
    him quickly running to the girls' locker room where he just opened the
    door and shouted for everyone to evacuate, saying that there was a bomb
    in the boys' locker room. By this time I was outside, all I was wearing
    was my shirt and my diaper. Behind us came the rest of the class. Most
    of the boys were completely dressed, but a few of them had come out
    without their shirts on. Others didn't have their pants on yet, but
    were holding towels around them. Tony was in just his diaper, too,
    along with his shirt. Jay was in just his underwear and his shirt. He
    appeared to have put about 3/4 of his usual butt-load of briefs (about
    1/4 of what he wears at home).
    	The girls' P.E. class came out behind us. I was hoping to see
    some girls who didn't get a chance to completely get dressed, but most
    of them were completely dressed by the time they were evacuated, and
    the ones who weren't all had towels around them. Only Tony, Jay and me,
    as far as I could see, had nothing on but our "underwear" and our
    shirts as we stood amid the hundreds of fleeing, panicked students. By
    this time the fire alarm was sounded and the other students were
    exiting the building fire-drill style. We were directed to go to the
    far side of the field and get as far away from the building as we
    could. Tony, Jay and I must have really stood out having no pants on
    with our thick, white diaper-butts standing out in the bright, mid-
    morning sun, but right now we didn't care, just as long as the building
    didn't blow up around us. Meanwhile I heard sirens and then saw several
    fire trucks and police cars from the street pulling onto the school
    grounds.
    	The teachers had to calm everyone down and do their best to
    maintain order. There was nothing we could do but to stand there and
    hope the building didn't explode. We had to wait for the bomb squad to
    come out and investigate the situation. It took all of fifth period for
    them to inspect the entire building and determine that it was safe. A
    huge team was dispatched to comb the entire school.
    	"Well, at least now you don't have to worry about bombing that
    quiz in Mr. Eastman's class," Tony commented to me. Having realized
    what he had just said, he then added, "Oops, that was a poor choice of
    words, wasn't it?"
    	I didn't have my watch on as it was still in my locker, but I
    knew that it had to have been over an hour that we had stood out there.
    By this time the kids were getting restless. People were making jokes
    and other remarks about us being in just our diapers. Jay had to lean
    up against the fence to keep kids, mostly sixth-graders, from snapping
    his waistbands. Everyone was asking him why he had so much underwear
    on.
    	"They're my diapers," he said, being honest with them.
    	"And these are *my* diapers," I said, helping to ease Jay's
    embarrassment. "And the ones I wear at home are a lot thicker than
    these!" This seemed to keep most of the onlookers at bay as they were
    too weirded out from hearing me talk so openly about my diapers.
    	"Well, so much for getting together at lunch today," Jimmy
    remarked. "Tomorrow maybe?"
    	"Sure," I said. "As long as the school doesn't get blown up by
    then."
    	It was about 12:30 or so, about halfway into what would have been
    lunch hour, when some official-looking person came out to the field and
    spoke to us. He was carrying a megaphone to make his announcement.
    	"Your attention, please," he spoke. The din of excited and
    frenzied students came to a sudden quiet.
    	"Our team of investigators is currently inspecting the building.
    So far they have determined that there is no immediate threat of an
    actual bomb or any other incendiary device going off. A device that
    appeared to be a bomb was located in the boys' locker room. That device
    has been determined to be a non-functional facsimile, however. I will
    now turn things over to your principal, Mr. Carberry."
    	Mr. Carberry then spoke to us, using a megaphone that he had
    apparently borrowed from the athletic department.
    	"Okay, everyone, I know this incident has everyone shaken up and
    it has very much disrupted everyone's day. Because of this, your sixth
    and seventh period classes have been cancelled and you will go home
    early today."
    	News of this got everyone cheering and excited. At this time
    people starting walking towards the building, but the teachers, along
    with Mr. Carberry, told everyone to stay back and remain silent until
    we were given the go-ahead.
    	"Buses will be arriving shortly to pick you up. If you walk home,
    you will be excused in a few minutes. I ask that everyone who needs to
    get any personal belongings inside the building to do so as quickly as
    possible and only if necessary. Everyone will be escorted into the
    hallways in small groups arranged by locker numbers and will be
    escorted by the investigating units. For those of you who were in the
    gym locker rooms at the time of the evacuation, you will now be allowed
    back inside to finish. Everybody else, please stay put until we give
    you the go-ahead."
    	Everyone was laughing as the entire student bodies of the sixth,
    seventh and eighth grade classes could see me, Tony and Jay in our
    diapers, being led into the building along with a few other students
    who hadn't finished dressing before the evacuation. We were told to
    change our diapers and get dressed and not to bother with the showers.
    When I put my pants on I realized that my wallet was missing.
    	"Shit! Where's my wallet?" I asked.
    	"Mine's missing, too," Tony said.
    	"And so is mine," Jimmy stated. "It's as if someone came in here
    and robbed us while we were getting evacuated."
    	After I got dressed I went up to Mr. Brown and asked him if he
    knew anything about our wallets being stolen. He looked really upset
    and subdued. If I stuck around, I'd say I would have seen him
    eventually cry.
    	"Yes, I do," he said. "Someone did come here while we were
    outside, but he was caught by the bomb inspectors before he could leave
    and then he was detained and arrested. The police had to hold your
    wallets as evidence and said that you may claim your wallets at the
    police station."
    	"Oh man," I said, knowing that I had my money in there as well as
    my D.B.A. membership card and other things I liked to carry around with
    me.
    	"That's just what I was told, guys," Mr. Brown said to us
    somberly before we went to get on our buses and head home for the day.
    Before I went out the door I asked Mr. Brown if he knew who it was.
    	"Yes," he said, sounding very upset, shaking his head. "But I
    will not tell you who it was."
    	After we were dressed we were allowed to go to our lockers in the
    hallway to get any books and other belongings and then wait out front
    for the buses to arrive. Meanwhile, the rest of the students were
    escorted into the building in small groups to go to their lockers and
    then either wait out front for the buses or go home if they walked or
    rode their bikes.
    	On our way to the buses, Tony and I talked about Mr. Brown and
    why he would have been so upset.
    	"Maybe it was another one of Mr. Brown's schemes with him trying
    to get us again," Tony said.
    	"Yeah, but a BOMB? Even a fake one? Sounds a little extreme to
    me," I said. Tony asked me if I had any ideas who might have been
    behind this whole scheme.
    	"A hundred dollars and a ten-foot stack of Thickies cloth diapers
    says it was either Hugh, Brent or Russ," I said. "I bet one of them
    wanted to clear us all out of the locker room so he could raid our
    wallets."
    `	"Well, if it wasn't one of them, then you're out a whole lot of
    diapers and you'd probably have to go back to toilet training," Tony
    quipped. The mere thought of that was unsettling. I've sworn my butt to
    never make contact with a toilet seat ever again for as long as I shall
    live!
    	"Uhhh, on second thought can I lower my bet and just say a
    hundred dollars?" I recanted my mock bet, hedging as if I were actually
    making such a wager, and my diapers were worth far too much for that
    much of a risk, especially if it would ever mean really having to go
    back to using a toilet; that was next to betting my life itself. Tony
    and I laughed as we tried to lighten our moods after what had happened
    today.