    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 61
    ---------------------------

    	While the washing machine was running, Derek decided that in
    spite of his lack of decent outer attire, he would go outside and play
    basketball with me. I decided the game wasn't so bad after all, at
    least while playing with Derek. I just hated playing with the kids at
    school since they were all assholes and they always told me that I
    sucked. I'll admit that I did suck at basketball and most sports in
    general, but Derek was decent enough not to say that I sucked.
    	Derek's movement was encumbered noticeably by his wearing the
    bulky multiple underpants, but he still dashed his way around the
    driveway, and if anything, I was doing even worse since the sight of
    Derek's "diapered" bottom distracted me. Several times I let the
    basketball bounce away and roll into the street. I had to chase it down
    several times. My being in just diapers caught the attention of people
    who either drove by or went by on foot or on bicycle. From their
    vantage point they saw two boys donning thick diapers.
    	"Found yourself a new diaper buddy, Chris?" one girl shouted. Her
    friends laughed as they kept going.
    	"Diapers are for boys!" I heard another one of the girls shout
    after they were out of my sight. Of course I didn't argue with her
    contention.
    	By this time it had been a couple hours since we had taken the
    laxatives and I had really pooped a lot into my diapers. I was really
    beginning to smell strongly of shit and I could feel it in my diapers.
    My balls were completely engulfed in a puddle of liquefied stool that
    had found its way to the front of my diapers. Derek had loaded his
    "diapers" as well, but he had to tell me that he did since I couldn't
    see any such evidence of it through his bulky underpants. The smell of
    my own dirty diapers masked Derek's odors.
    	"See? It works," I told Derek. "I can't tell that you've pooped
    in your diapers, or your underwear, whatever."
    	"I pooped a lot," he said. "I need to go change, though."
    	"Ahh, wear 'em awhile," I told him as I patted him on the
    shoulder. "That's what they're for. I go for several hours with shit in
    my diapers all the time."
    	Jennie and Steven had returned from the store. Jennie was
    carrying a gallon of milk while Steven was carrying a jumbo-sized
    package of extra-large boys' diapers. The jumbo pack of diapers was
    further assurance that he wasn't about to be potty trained anytime
    soon. Jennie saw right away that Derek was outside in diapers, or at
    least from a distance she thought he was wearing diapers.
    	"Derek! What are you doing outside like that?!" Jennie asked her
    brother.
    	"Chris is dressed the same way," Derek explained.
    	"Your butt sticks out like a sore thumb, you know," Jennie said.
    	"Then my butt must stick out like a sore hand," I remarked as I
    pointed to my smelly, diapered ass.
    	"Where did you get diapers?" Jennie asked Derek, still thinking
    this was what he was wearing.
    	"I'm not wearing diapers," Derek said.
    	"Sure looks like it to me!" she said.
    	"But they're not diapers!" Derek argued.
    	Jennie then came closer and she realized that Derek had on
    several pairs of underpants instead.
    	"What is this?" Jennie asked as she observed Derek from behind
    and could see that his butt was well-covered by several boys' briefs.
    She pulled back several waistbands and snapped them back onto Derek.
    She grabbed more pairs the second time, enough to see why Derek had put
    on several pairs of underwear.
    	"Euugh!" Jennie said as the smells of Derek's poopy bottom and
    the sight of said poop reached her face. "You shit in them!"
    	"This is my, uhh, my diaper," Derek explained sheepishly.
    	"I knew it, Derek, I just knew it, you wanted to wear diapers
    just like Chris, and it looks like you figured out a way to do it,"
    Jennie remarked. "My, don't you look cute!"
    	"I'm having accidents, I'm telling you," Derek said.
    	"Really, so you decided that you'd just put on a bunch of
    underpants and poop in them like a diaper since that's what Chris is
    doing, right?"
    	"I suggested it to him," I said. "This is what I used to do when
    I had accidents."
    	"So, where are your pants?" Jennie asked Derek.
    	"They got dirty, so I'm washing them," he said. "This is all I
    have to wear. Besides, my pants won't fit over these anyway."
    	"Wait until Mom finds out about this," Jennie said with a
    fiendish tone in her voice.
    	"Jennie!" Derek pleaded. She ignored Derek and kept walking into
    the house, taking Steven in with her.
    	"Let her tell on you," I told Derek. "I've got everything
    covered."
    	"I hope you do," I said to Derek. He still seemed to be worried.
    	Derek and I went into the house to cool off and watch some TV,
    not that there was much to watch at this time of day.
    	"You'd better hope that underwear holds up," Jennie said as she
    pointed to Derek sitting on the couch. "I don't want to sit in your
    shit after you get up."
    	"That's why I'm wearing so many of them," Derek explained to
    Jennie.
    	"In case you've forgotten, Derek, we do have a toilet in this
    house, you know," Jennie said. "But since you don't seem to care about
    using it, you might as well just poop up all your underwear just like
    Chris poops up all his diapers, just like your little brother who will
    never use the potty, either."
    	Jennie then took Steven's shorts off and laid him down on the
    floor. She took off his diaper and said, "ooh, messy boy! Messy boy!"
    as she examined the poopy mess. She then cleaned Steven's bottom and
    entertained his little penis in the process, albeit unintentionally and
    unavoidably. She had a clean diaper back on him. His shorts remained
    off and Steven went around in just his diaper and a shirt.
    	"Three boys in diapers in this house," Jennie said. "No wonder it
    stinks so much in here!"
    	A few minutes later Jennie had lunch ready for all of us. We sat
    around the table and ate soup and sandwiches and drank milk. While
    eating, Derek loaded his underpants some more. He let out a juicy wet
    fart to indicate the activity going on underneath the mixture of Hanes,
    Fruit of the Loom and other brands of briefs that composed his
    improvised diapers.
    	"How long is this gonna last?" Derek asked me.
    	"It varies," I said. "For me it seems like it's an ongoing thing
    anymore, and since I'm in diapers all the time it doesn't matter how
    long having the runs lasts for me."
    	At the same time I made mouth gestures to Derek to caution him
    about slipping up and revealing to Jennie that he had taken the
    laxatives. It was too late, though, as Jennie was already clued in and
    suspicious of Derek's behavior.
    	"How long is *what* gonna last?" Jennie asked.
    	"He's got the runs," I said. "He was asking how long they were
    going to last."
    	"Why? So you can see how much longer you can go around acting
    like you're in diapers?" Jennie said to Derek.
    	"Look, Derek, having the runs is no excuse to put on a bunch of
    underpants and shit in them, so you're only doing it because you want
    to!"
    	"No I'm not," Derek denied again, although not very convincingly.
    	"Look, I get the runs from time to time, but I still make it to
    the toilet," Jenny said. "In fact, I had a little case of them
    yesterday, but you didn't see me doing anything like what you're doing.
    Come to my room and I'll even show you my underwear from yesterday."
    	Jenny led Derek into her bedroom and I followed. She reached for
    the skimpy, hot pink pair of panties that she said to have worn
    yesterday. She held them up and showed the crotch to Derek and me.
    	"Now, do you see any poop?" she asked.
    	"Uhh, no," Derek replied.
    	"Exactly," Jennie said. "I had to go to the toilet a couple extra
    times, but I still kept my pants clean."
    	"It's just easier if I do it this way," Derek said as he pointed
    to his multiple underpants, snapping at the waistnbands.
    	"Ahh, I see," Jennie said. "Maybe you should take some medicine
    for it like I did." Jennie then left from her bedroom and headed to the
    bathroom. Derek and I went back out to the front room. While Jennie was
    in the bathroom, Derek mentioned that he had just peed in his
    underpants.
    	"Did it soak through your underwear?" I asked him.
    	"Yeah, I got the chair wet," he said. "I need to go change
    again."
    	Jennie came back out of the bathroom carrying with her a tablet
    that looked just like the laxatives that we had taken.
    	"Here, take this," Jennie said, handing Derek the pill.
    	"I can't take this," Derek said as he examined the tablet.
    	"Why not?" Jennie said. "If you really want to get over your
    runs, you'd want to take it. Otherwise, you're telling me that you
    don't want to get better so you can keep wearing half of your underwear
    drawer and poop in them."
    	"This isn't the right medicine," Derek said.
    	"How do you know?" Jennie asked him.
    	"It looks like Mom's laxatives," Derek said.
    	"Oh shit," I thought. "We're busted now."
    	"What, you been going through the medicine cabinet?" Jennie asked
    him.
    	"No," Derek said. "I've seen Mom take those before, and one time
    she even gave me one."
    	Jennie took the tablet out of Derek's hand and examined it. She
    turned it over. Both sides were blank and unlabeled. Jennie had
    apparently rubbed off the identification marking on the tablet and had
    purposely intended to give it to Derek so he would shit even more.
    	"It doesn't say Ex-Lax on it," Jennie said. "Take it."
    	"You take one first, then I'll take one," Derek said.
    	"I don't have the runs right now, Derek, so I don't need to take
    one," Jennie stated. She handed it back to Derek and told him, "just
    take it."
    	Derek had no idea that he was taking another laxative tablet even
    after suspecting that this was what he was given. I wanted to stop
    Derek from taking the tablet, knowing that he would be overdoing it and
    exacerbating the conditions that he had already induced. If I had
    mentioned something, then Jennie would have known that I had suggested
    that Derek take the laxatives. Now it appeared that Jennie wanted to
    pour more fuel on the fire. I knew that Derek was going to be in for
    some serious shitting before the day was over.
    	Derek got up from the table as he finished the last of his milk.
    Jennie noticed that his underpants were wet.
    	"You peed in your underwear, too!" Jennie said. Now I definitely
    know you want to wear diapers! Why did you pee in your underwear?"
    	"You were in the bathroom," I said.
    	"For what, two minutes?" Jennie said. "Give it up, Derek. You've
    cooked your goose."
    	"I figured since I was wearing my underwear to poop in, in case I
    had an accident, I thought I could pee in it, too. That, and, uh, well,
    it would take too long for me to take all my underwear off and peeing
    in them was easier."
    	"You want to wear diapers, admit it," Jennie said. Derek didn't
    say anything as he got up to go change.
    	"Oh, by the way, Derek," Jennie said, getting his attention
    before he entered his room. "That was a laxative I gave you."
    	"Uh oh," Derek said as he thought about what would happen to him.
    	"I'd make sure you have lots more clean underwear, or stay close
    to the toilet," Jennie said.
    	"Why did you give me a laxative?" Derek asked Jennie.
    	"Because I know you want to wear diapers, so I just wanted to
    give you more of a reason to wear them. Happy pooping, boys!"
    	Derek went into his room and stripped off his stinky briefs,
    which were thoroughly soaked in piss and wet shit. He made his third
    trip to the shower today to clean himself off.
    	"Wouldn't it be easier if someone else cleaned you up each time?"
    I said to Derek upon returning to his bedroom as I watched him put the
    remaining supply of his underwear on, twelve pairs. It wasn't long
    before these, too, became soiled, and then soiled some more. The
    laxatives had taken all of the solid wastes out of Derek's system and
    he was now just shitting liquid, instantly soaking up the seats of his
    dozen briefs. The laxative had been doing its work in my system as
    well, causing me to make a big mess of my diapers, as thick as they
    were. Derek also peed in his briefs and he soaked them all the way to
    the front. He didn't expect his pee to penetrate twelve pairs of
    underwear and he left a wet spot on the floor where he was sitting.
    	"That's what you need plastic pants for," I told him. I then
    pulled the front of my plastic pants down and I showed him that even as
    thick as my diapers are, they still get soaked to the front.
    	"I don't have any clean pants or shorts or anything left to
    wear," Derek said as he got back up and stood there wearing twelve
    stained pairs of underwear at the same time. I helped him gather up the
    rest of his soiled underwear and take it to the washing machine. We put
    his pants and shorts in the dryer and started another load in the
    washing machine, containing all of his underwear except the pairs that
    he had on at the moment to contain the poop.
    	"I'm gonna have to keep this underwear on until I get the rest of
    my underwear washed," Derek said as he tugged at the waistbands of his
    outermost pairs.
    	"Maybe you should wear some diapers now," I said to Derek. Given
    the condition of his underwear and his desperate need for something
    clean to wear that he could poop in., I felt confident that he would
    want to wear real diapers now.
    	"I wish I had some diapers like you, Chris," he said. "But I
    don't have any diapers, unless I wear Steven's, and they won't fit."
    	"We can go to my house and get you some diapers," I told Derek.
    	Derek agreed with this, so he and I walked over to my house and
    went in. Cindy was home.
    	"Hi guys," Cindy said. She noticed Derek's improvised diapering
    as well as the fact that he desperately needed to be changed.
    	"I see you've managed to get another boy to wear diapers," Cindy
    said. "I swear, Chris, every boy you come in friendly contact with
    winds up in diapers, if he doesn't already wear them."
    	"I'm a bad influence, aren't I?" I said with a wry grin.
    	"Yeah, especially since Derek's really pooped himself up big
    time!" Cindy said as she noted the mess he was making of himself.
    	"I got the runs," Derek said. He didn't tell Cindy that he had
    taken a laxative so he would get the runs on purpose.
    	"Derek ran out of underwear and it's all poopy, so we came over
    to get some diapers for him."
    	"It looks like he's gonna need them," Cindy said. "We'll use some
    of your old diapers, Chris."
    	"So who's gonna put them on me?" Derek asked.
    	"I will!" Cindy said enthusiastically.
    	"But..."
    	"Now, now, don't chicken out on me," Cindy said to Derek. "I have
    seen Chris naked over a thousand times, even before he was in diapers
    like he is now, so I know you don't look any different down there, just
    smaller."
    	"Can you diaper me instead, Chris?" Derek asked me.
    	"Let me do it, I'm much more experienced than Chris is," Cindy
    said insistently. "Betcha I could do it blindfolded."
    	"Then please do, so you don't have to see my thingie," Derek
    said, referring to his penis.
    	"Oh come on, don't be shy, little boy," Cindy said as she grabbed
    some of Derek's underpants by their waistbands and snapped them. "You
    think this is the only time I'll put diapers on you?"
    	"What do you mean?" Derek asked.
    	"I just have a feeling that I'll be handling some of your diaper
    changes while Chris is gone to California," Cindy told him. "Either
    that, or I'll show your sister how to diaper you in cloth diapers."
    Cindy pulled at his waistbands again.
    	"Stop doing that," Derek said to Cindy. Cindy did it again.
    	"Why do you keep doing that to my underwear?" Derek asked Cindy.
    	"I miss Chris wearing underwear in some ways," Cindy said. "I
    just loved snapping his waistbands all the time. Doesn't your sister do
    that to you?"
    	"Yes, and I tell her to stop, but she keeps doing it," Derek
    said.
    	"It's just her way of telling you that she loves her little
    brother," Cindy said. "That's what I used to do to Chris, but now that
    he's in diapers, I find other ways to let him know I love him. Your
    sister may not be snapping your underwear much longer if your mom keeps
    you in diapers from now on like we've kept Chris in diapers. Now let's
    get that dirty butt of yours cleaned up and some diapers on it."
    	"I can clean myself up just fine, and I'd rather put my diapers
    on myself," Derek said. "I don't want no girl changing me."
    	Trust me, you'll enjoy it after awhile," Cindy told him as she
    gave him a big smile. Cindy then looked at me and said, "right, Chris?"
    	"Uhh, sure," I said. Cindy smiled at me, knowing that I was
    reserved in my reply. I didn't really want to tell Derek how much I
    liked having my sisters change my diapers and how much I enjoyed
    feeling them wipe my poopy bottom, crotch and balls over and over until
    everything was clean down there.
    	"You have a choice, Derek," Cindy said. "Either I put you into
    some nice, soft, clean, dry, thick, butt-hugging white diapers, or you
    can keep wearing those stinky, sticky, smelly, dirty, poopy, dingy,
    brown, shit-filled, poop-stained underpants which, even with as many as
    you are wearing, do not work as well as diapers." Cindy exhausted just
    about every possible adjective she could think of at the moment.
    	Derek then conceded and told Cindy to go ahead and diaper him.
    	"I knew you'd see it my way," Cindy said. She led him to my
    bedroom and directed him to my changing pad.
    	"Can Chris come with me?"
    	"Of course he can," Cindy said.
    	"Sure, I'll come in with you, Derek," I said. I mean, shit, I
    would have been foolish to not watch Derek get his butt and balls
    cleaned and then get diapered up.
    	"Should I take my underwear off first?" Derek asked Cindy.
    	"Just lie down and let me do the rest," Cindy said. Derek lay
    himself on the pad while Cindy pulled his underpants off. While she was
    doing that, Cindy asked me to get out my old diapers since they would
    fit Derek. I looked through my closets and I found them stacked and
    neatly folded up on the top shelf. Why they were kept all these years I
    didn't know. Maybe my Mom or my sisters knew they would come in handy
    later on in case another little boy needed them, as was the case with
    Derek at the moment.
    	I looked at the old diapers. They were obviously smaller than
    what I was wearing now. They were the first diapers I wore since I got
    put back into diapers at age eight. They had the Velcro closures on
    them. Most of the diapers I have worn since then have used pins, which
    I enjoyed more, as did Lisa and Cindy, especially with as many pins as
    they liked to use on my diapers. The diapers endured a lot of very
    messy poops and plenty of pissing during those inaugural days of what
    was destined to become a lifetime of diaper wearing. The stains
    permanently embedded into the dingy fabric of the diapers told the
    story.
    	Meanwhile, Cindy had stripped Derek of his dirty underwear. He
    was now naked as he lay there before Cindy. His little dick was
    standing at attention, saluting Cindy.
    	"This brings back fond memories of when Chris was as small as
    you," Cindy said to Derek while she looked at his stiff penis.
    	"Now to clean you up," Cindy said. "What a messy boy you are!
    Nothing that Chris hasn't given me, though."
    	Cindy got Derek's bottom cleaned up and ready for diapering.
    	"Does that feel better?" Cindy asked him.
    	"Yeah, it does," Derek replied.
    	"Then let's diaper you up! Chris, are you going to give me those
    diapers?" Cindy asked me, seeing that I was looking them over.
    	"Sorry, just reminiscing," I said.
    	"I understand," Cindy said. "I remember putting these on you the
    first time. Diapering Derek sort of reminds me of you when I first
    started diapering you."
    	I handed Cindy the diapers and she started diapering Derek. Derek
    looked at the tall stack of diapers that remained to be put on him.
    	"Are you gonna put all those on me?" Derek asked Cindy.
    	"As many as I can," Cindy said. "We never diapered Chris this
    thickly at first."
    	After Cindy had the first diaper on she asked me to hand her the
    container of diaper pins.
    	"What for?" I asked. "Those have Velcro on them."
    	"I know, but I'm used to pinning your diapers on and I think it's
    more fun to stick a whole row of pins up the sides of your diapers,"
    Cindy said with her smile still intact.
    	I handed Cindy the box of diaper pins. After she closed the
    Velcro tabs she augmented the diaper's tight hold around Derek's small
    body with the pins. She then added several more diapers to Derek, each
    one of them dually fastened by Velcro and densely placed diaper pins.
    	"Looks like six is the limit," Cindy said as she knew she
    couldn't fit a seventh diaper.
    	"This is thick enough," Derek said. "I don't know if I can walk
    in these."
    	"Well, seeing how much you pooped your underwear, you should be
    covered for awhile," Cindy said. She put the plastic pants on Derek and
    told him that she was finished.
    	"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
    	"No, it wasn't," Derek said. "In fact, I kind of liked it."
    	"So does that mean you're going to wear diapers from now on like
    Chris?" Cindy asked Derek.
    	"If my Mom sees me like this, she'll probably make me wear them
    from now on," he answered with a hint of reservation in his voice.
    	"So, is that a good thing?" Cindy asked Derek, eager for a
    positive answer.
    	"I guess, I mean, my Mom will probably get mad at first, but
    she'll get used to it."
    	"Welcome to the club," Cindy said. She then slapped Derek on the
    butt as hard as she could.
    	"Hey!" Derek said.
    	"You can't tell me you felt that," Cindy said.
    	"Well, sort of," Derek said. "It didn't hurt, but still..."
    	"Sorry, just a thing I like to do when I finish diapering Chris
    or some other boy, especially when I diaper a boy for the first time,"
    Cindy said. "Like christening a ship."
    	"Like what?" Derek asked, unfamiliar with the custom.
    	"Never mind," Cindy said.
    	Derek got up and tried to walk. He waddled and he had to keep his
    legs widely spread apart.
    	"These are too thick!" Derek said.
    	"No such thing as too thick around here," Cindy said. "Well, I
    suppose there is, eventually. Relax, you'll get used to it."
    	Since we were there at my house and my diapers were so full, I
    asked Cindy to change me.
    	"You too?" Cindy said. "I can't tell when you need changed just
    by looking."
    	I took my position on the changing pad and let Cindy go to work.
    She noticed that my liquid poop had soaked through to several of the
    inner diapers.
    	"You're just as bad as Derek was," Cindy said. "Did you guys eat
    something?"
    	I confessed to Cindy that Derek and I took laxative tablets so
    that Derek would have accidents and therefore have a need to be in
    diapers.
    	"Like I said many times before, it must be a boy's thing to want
    to wear diapers, and a girl's thing to want to diaper boys," Cindy
    said. She finished cleaning me up and diapering me. She used a triple
    set of Thickies on me and she also attached the monitoring device so
    that I could show it off to Derek.
    	"Hey, that's neat!" Derek said as he looked at the device. "What
    is it?"
    	After explaining to Derek how the device worked we went back over
    to his house. We put Derek's dirty underwear into a couple of plastic
    grocery bags and carried them over to throw in the wash. Jennie was
    quite amused to see that Derek was so heavily diapered. She was also
    intrigued by the strange device that was strapped around my waist, so I
    demonstrated it to her.
    	"Wait'll Mom sees you!" Jennie said to Derek while laughing as
    she grabbed a camera and got several pictures of us. Derek didn't seem
    to mind that Jennie was taking so many pictures of him and me in
    diapers.
    	"Let her see me," Derek said, which surprised me. It sounded like
    he was ready to convince his Mom that he wanted to wear diapers, just
    as he had convinced his sister, confirming her own suspicions.
    	"See, what did I tell you?" Jennie said. "I knew it all along,
    Derek!"

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 62
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    	I was pleased to see that Derek was enjoying the look and the
    feel of the cloth diapers that Cindy had put him into. He had a hard
    time trying to walk in them and complained about not being able to
    bring his legs closer together, but I assured him that he would get
    used to it after awhile. We didn't do much walking around anyway and
    instead played games and watched TV.
    	Suddenly I wet in my diapers and the monitoring device began to
    beep.
    	"What's that?" Derek asked me.
    	"It's my diaper monitoring device," I said. I showed him that the
    green light indicated that I had just peed. I showed him the readout on
    the display indicating how much I had just peed. I also told him that
    the red light would go off when I pooped.
    	"Where can I get one of those things?" he asked me.
    	"I got it from the place that makes my Thickies diapers and I was
    using it when I was testing the diapers for them," I explained.
    "They're only five hundred dollars." Needless to say, the mention of
    this amount of money diminished Derek's hopes of ever having one.
    	"If you want I can let you wear it sometime, maybe tomorrow, if
    you're in diapers then."
    	"I will be," Derek said.
    	"You really want to let your Mom see you in diapers?" I asked
    him.
    	"She's gonna have to see me, since I can't get all these diapers
    off that your sister put on me."
    	"She does a good job of diapering, doesn't she?" I said to Derek.
    	"She uses a lot of diapers," Derek said. He looked down and
    examined his crotch, trying to count the individual layers like one
    would count rings on a tree.
    	"I feel my weenie getting big," Derek said with a somewhat
    embarrassed giggle. I was satisfied to know that Derek was getting such
    pleasure from seeing himself so heavily diapered.
    	A few minutes later I dropped another big load of poop in my
    diapers, triggering the red light on the device.
    	"You just pooped," Derek said with a laugh. "Your red light is
    on!"
    	"I think it's kind of fun to wear one of these," I said. "I like
    seeing how much pee and poop my diapers can hold." I looked at the
    display and it registered a very impressive reading on how much shit I
    produced. Given that the laxative was still doing its stuff and purging
    my bowels, I couldn't wait to see what the display would look like by
    this evening's diaper change.
    	It was late in the afternoon, about the time Derek's mother was
    expected home from work. We were sitting in Derek's room when we heard
    his Mom come home.
    	"Well, this is it," I said to Derek with a sigh. "It's too late
    now if you don't want your Mom to see you in those diapers." I could
    tell that Derek was quite nervous, and as much as I wanted him to wear
    diapers, I didn't want to get him in trouble, either.
    	"Mom, come and see Derek," Jennie was heard saying. "You have to
    see him!"
    	"Is Chris still here?" I heard his Mom ask Jennie.
    	"Oh yeah, he is," Jennie said. Jennie followed her Mom to Derek's
    bedroom. My heart was pounding as I anticipated the reaction Derek's
    Mom would have to seeing her seven-year-old son in diapers. Derek's mom
    and sister then both appeared at the doorway.
    	"See, Mom? See?" Jennie said excitedly. She was jumping up and
    down and pointing at the super thick diapers in Derek's crotch. "See
    what Derek's wearing?"
    	"Yeah, I see him, Jennie. I see what he's wearing. It's just
    slightly obvious."
    	"Uhhh, hi, Mom," Derek said sheepishly as he attempted to cover
    up his diapers, but they were so big and thick on him that this was
    absolutely impossible. Closing his legs together proved to be a most
    futile effort.
    	"What are you doing wearing those diapers?" Derek's mom asked
    him.
    	"I got the runs," Derek said, trying to make his excuse sound
    legitimate. His Mom wasn't buying it, though. It was just too obvious
    to his Mom that Derek would get the runs the minute he had access to
    some diapers that would fit him.
    	"Where did you get those diapers?" she asked.
    	"They're mine," I told Derek's mom. "They were my first diapers
    that are too small for me now, so I figured they'd fit Derek."
    	Derek's Mom gave me a cold, blank stare, expressing her
    disapproval of my influence on Derek.
    	"I'm sorry if you don't want Derek wearing my diapers," I
    apologized to his mother.
    	"Chris, I think you'd better go home now," his mother said to me.
    	"Does this mean I can't come over anymore?" I asked.
    	"I don't want to discuss it," she said as she escorted me to the
    door and scooted me out, pressing her hands on my butt. After she
    slammed the door behind me I heard her yelling at Derek. He began
    crying and pleading for mercy. I couldn't stand to listen to it, so I
    went home, feeling guilty that I had gotten Derek in so much trouble.
    	"What's wrong?" Cindy asked me as she saw me come in the door
    with a long face. I explained to her what had happened.
    	"I'm sorry about that," Cindy said with sincerity. "I'm sorry
    that you lost your new friend, Chris. I know you were looking forward
    to playing with him and getting him to wear diapers like you do. I was
    looking forward to getting to change his diapers, too."
    	"You've still got me, Tony, Bryce, and cousin Darren this
    Christmas for changing diapers," I said.
    	"I know, but Derek is, well, he's still a little boy, and he
    reminded me of you when you first started wearing diapers again."
    	"Maybe his Mom will cool down and have a change of heart," I said
    with a hint of hope. "Remember how long it took Mom and Dad to
    understand why I love to wear diapers?"
    	"I know, have Mom go over there and talk to Derek's mom," Cindy
    suggested.
    	"If Mom will talk to her," I said.
    	"Ask Mom when she gets home," Cindy told me. I called Tony and
    told him what had happened today.
    	"Well, so much for your first summer job," Tony said. "I bet you
    were looking forward to getting some extra money."
    	"Ahh, that's not it," I said. "The money doesn't bother me. Shit,
    I'll get a lot more money than that after I do those ads for the
    Thickies diapers, and so will you."
    	"You hafta save all that for college, though," Tony said. "I know
    I hafta save all mine, at least keep it in a savings account."
    	"I'm sure I'll get to spend some of it," I said. I spent the next
    half hour talking to Tony about the things Derek and I did today, until
    Mom and Dad came home. After Mom got settled she asked me how things
    went with Derek.
    	"Not so good," I said dejectedly. I then explained to Mom what
    had happened. I was going to ask Mom if she could go over to their
    house and talk to Derek's mother, but Mom offered to do this herself.
    	"Should I come with you?" I asked Mom.
    	"That would be a good idea," my Mom said.
    	"So why do you want to go talk to her about it?" I asked my Mom.
    I didn't know what incentive or reason my Mom would have that would
    motivate her to voluntarily try to mitigate the issue between Derek and
    his mother.
    	"Well, Chris, raising you as my son has proven to be somewhat of
    a lesson in child psychology, especially from a boy's perspective where
    certain desires, such as wanting to wear diapers, are deeply rooted. I
    had to learn the hard way to deal with your diaper fetish and I wish I
    had been prepared for it. I figure Derek's Mom deserves to have some
    understanding of why her son is like you, and I think she needs some
    support."
    	That was a bit longer of an answer than I was expecting, but it
    made sense to me. Mom told Dad where Mom and I were going and she told
    Cindy to start with preparing dinner.
    	Mom and I walked over to Derek's house next door. I felt nervous
    and afraid that Derek's Mom would slam the door in our face. Mom rang
    the doorbell and Derek's Mom answered.
    	"Hello," she greeted us. She seemed to have calmed down from what
    I had heard of her earlier.
    	"Do you have a few minutes, Mrs. Brooks?" my Mom asked her.
    	"I take it Chris told you about Derek," she said.
    	"Yes, he did, and Chris feels bad about getting your son in
    trouble."
    	"I'm sorry, Mrs. Brooks," I told her. She looked at me and paused
    for a moment.
    	"Okay, Chris, I guess I can forgive you," she said.
    	"Thanks, Mrs. Brooks. Does this mean you still want me to come
    over and play with Derek?"
    	"I don't know, Chris. I honestly don't think you're a very good
    influence on Derek," Derek's mom shook her head as she looked at me.
    	"With all due respect, Mrs. Brooks," my Mom said. "it's not like
    Chris is telling your son to do drugs or anything like that," my Mom
    said in my defense.
    	"No, but getting him to wear diapers isn't much better," Derek's
    Mom said. "It's just not right for kids as old as Derek, and especially
    Chris to be wearing diapers. Besides, it's disgusting. I'm already at
    my wit's end trying to get my littlest one Steven out of diapers. I'm
    tired of wiping his butt day in and day out, and I certainly don't need
    two butts to wipe, besides my own."
    	"I know it's hard to accept having a kid as old as Derek wearing
    diapers, and it's taken me and my husband a long time to accept it
    ourselves, but now I understand why Chris feels the way he does about
    diapers. It's what he wanted all along and we finally accommodated his
    wishes, after initially making him wear his diapers for punishment,
    that is. I think I can help you to understand Derek's feelings and how
    to deal with them."
    	"Mrs. Barrett, please, I really don't wish to discuss this now,"
    Derek's Mom said.
    	"Mrs. Brooks, I really think we should talk about this," my Mom
    said.
    	"If Chris put you up to this, forget it," Derek's Mom said.
    	"Chris did not put me up to this," my Mom said. "I'm doing it
    because I am a much more understanding parent than I used to be about
    such matters, and I am willing to help educate other parents who are
    dealing with the same issues with their kids."
    	"Are you some kind of advocate for promoting the idea that older
    kids who want to wear diapers should?" Derek's Mom asked my Mom.
    	"No, well, that is, I really haven't thought about that," my Mom
    said. Jennie then came to the door.
    	"What's going on, Mom?" she asked.
    	"Jennie, go check on your brother, and see if Steven needs to be
    changed," her mother ordered her.
    	"You do realize that I am getting ready to start dinner?" Derek's
    Mom said.
    	"I understand," my Mom said as she backed away. "My daughter's
    getting dinner ready, too. We can discuss this at a more convenient
    time if you wish."
    	Derek's mother sighed and rolled her eyes. She then said, "all
    right, Mrs. Barrett, I'm willing to listen to what you have to say.
    Maybe I'm blowing things out of proportion over this whole matter. Come
    in."
    	"Oh, and you can call me Brenda," my Mom said.
    	"I'm Carol," Derek's Mom introduced herself by her first name
    this time. We were invited to have a seat on the couch. Derek's Mom
    went down the hall to get Derek from his room. He came waddling out of
    the room. He had a long face and appeared to have been crying for quite
    some time. I said hello to him. He just waved silently to me. As he
    turned his back I could see below his thickly diapered butt that he had
    been stricken across his legs with what looked like a belt, judging
    from the width of the red welts that had swollen up there. He was still
    in the same diapers that Cindy had put on him hours ago.
    	"I'm sorry, Derek," I said to him.
    	"It's okay," Derek whispered. Derek's Mom returned with a sample
    of Derek's soiled underwear. It was washed and dried, but our efforts
    to cleanse them of poop were in vain and a big brown stain was
    permanently embedded into the fabric of his briefs, spanning the entire
    width of the seat.
    	Derek then sat down with his Mom on her lap as she sat across
    from us in her recliner. His legs straddled her large thigh and the
    crotch of his diapers bulged out several inches.
    	"Why are they here?" Derek asked his Mom.
    	"They're here so that we can talk about what you and Chris did
    today," his mother said. At this point, nothing had been previously
    discussed between Derek and his mother. She didn't even discuss it with
    Jennie. Jennie was called in to the room. Steven accompanied her. He
    was in his usual attire of a T-shirt and a drooping disposable diaper.
    	"Let's talk about this now, shall we, Derek?" his Mom said as she
    started.
    	"Okay," Derek whimpered. He had a fearful look in his eye, as if
    he expected more to come.
    	"So, you got the runs today," his mother started off.
    	"Uh huh," Derek answered.
    	"And you say you had some accidents because of it?"
    	"Yeah," Derek replied, looking down at the floor.
    	"Okay, then how did *all* of your underwear get dirty like this
    at once?" his mother asked as she held up the soiled underwear to
    Derek's face. "You can't tell me that you've had to change this many
    times today."
    	"I was wearing a bunch of pairs at a time," Derek said.
    	"Why?" his Mom asked. "You've ruined all your underwear! I mean
    *all* of it! I pay good money for your underwear!"
    	The scene that was playing out before me between Derek and his
    mother, with Jennie standing at the side to observe, was quite familiar
    to me as I had gone through a similar scenario on the day I got put
    into diapers. Mom had also confronted me and showed me my dirty briefs
    and gave me a chance to explain why I had pooped in them, with Lisa and
    Cindy there to witness it. We didn't even have anyone there to mediate
    for us like what my Mom and I were doing now.
    	"Why did you do this to all your underwear?" Derek's Mom asked
    again.
    	"Because I didn't think I would make it to the toilet and would
    have an accident anyway," Derek said.
    	"Did you even *try* to make it to the toilet?" Derek's mother
    asked him.
    	"No," Derek said honestly.
    	"Why not?" his mother asked him.
    	"I figured it would be easier this way," Derek said.
    	"Derek, having the runs is no excuse to put all your underwear on
    so you can poop in it like a diaper. I mean, Jennie gets the runs too—
    like yesterday-- but you don't see her putting all her underwear on."
    	"And I've made it to the toilet every time!" Jennie said proudly,
    sticking her tongue out at Derek.
    	"Jennie, please," her mother mildly scolded her.
    	"Tell me the truth, Derek," his mother said. "Did you do this
    because Chris is wearing diapers?"
    	Derek did not want to answer. He then started to cry, fearing
    that he was about to face some more serious punishment.
    	"You're gonna spank me!" Derek blubbered.
    	"Derek, I won't spank you, I promise," his mother said. She put
    her arm around Derek's neck. She then looked him straight in the eyes.
    	"But I do want an honest answer," his mother demanded firmly.
    	"Yes, I did it because of Chris," Derek answered.
    	"Why?" his Mom asked him.
    	"Since Chris wears diapers, he never has to worry about making it
    to the toilet whenever he has to go to the bathroom. And, I just like
    how they feel, and look, and stuff."
    	"So you'd rather wear your pee and poop around with you until
    someone changes your diapers?" Derek's mother asked him, trying to
    reason with him.
    	"I guess so," Derek said.
    	"I'd think it would be nice just to let your pee and poop go into
    the toilet, where you can flush it away and be done with it. But this
    isn't what you want, is it?"
    	"I dunno," Derek said. "I saw Chris wearing diapers, so I wanted
    to wear them, too."
    	"So how did you poop so much?" his Mom asked. "If you really got
    the runs, I'll believe you. It just seems odd that this would happen
    once you got to know Chris, who wears diapers."
    	I was just about to confess that I encouraged Derek to take a
    laxative so he would poop more and make himself look more like he was
    in need of diapers. At the last second, the voice of my conscience told
    me, "don't say it!" I figured the idea was to convince Derek's Mom that
    he had developed the runs by some other uncontrollable means and she
    seemed to be convinced enough that it was for real, so I kept my lip
    zipped.
    	"Well, Mrs. Barrett, or Brenda, let's hear your side of this,"
    Derek's Mom said, giving my Mom the floor. My Mom explained what she
    had gone through with me, allowing me to offer my input as well.
    Nothing was held back, not even discussions about how diapers sexually
    aroused me. This was all done in good taste and Derek didn't understand
    all of it, anyway. His mom started asking questions and she seemed to
    be getting a better understanding of why Derek wanted to wear diapers.
    In turn, it helped her to accept the fact that Steven likely had the
    same tendencies and would likely remain in diapers and that any
    coercion of Steven to use the potty would only result in much
    frustration.
    	"Well, dinner's off to a late start, but I'm glad we had this
    discussion, Brenda," Derek's Mom said. "I'm still not sure what I
    should do about Derek, though."
    	"Well, Carol, I really do think that if you don't fight it and
    just let Derek wear diapers, it will save everyone a lot of unnecessary
    grief," my Mom said. "I wish that when we were having this problem with
    Chris that someone would have come to us and helped us to understand."
    	"You've been most helpful, Brenda," Derek's Mom said. She thanked
    my Mom for coming over to help her deal with Derek. At this point we
    got up and headed for the door.
    	"You still want me over here?" I asked Derek's Mom.
    	"Yes, Chris, please come over," Derek's Mom said. "I think I'll
    get this situation resolved okay."

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 63
    ---------------------------

    	All during dinner I thought about what was going to happen to
    Derek. His Mom seemed to be feeling better about the fact that Derek
    wants to wear diapers, so this made me feel a little better myself. I
    sat down in front of the TV and flipped through the channels. There
    wasn't a damn thing on any of the cable channels and all the networks
    were either running summer reruns or baseball games. I called Tony and
    talked to him on the phone to tell him the latest on Derek. Before I
    had a chance to tell Tony this, he asked me, "Did you get your camp
    yearbook in the mail today?"
    	"I don't know," I said. "If I did, my Mom hasn't given it to me
    yet."
    	"Well, I got some other news for you, too," Tony said. I noted a
    shift in the tone of his voice, indicating that this second bit of news
    wasn't going to be pleasant.
    	"What? They didn't reject you again for the commercials, did
    they?" I asked, thinking that this might have been what he was going to
    tell me.
    	"No, but as it turns out, you won't be in the TV commercials,
    either."
    	"Huh? Say what? Come again?"
    	"Yeah, I found out they're only going to do the Thickies print
    ads now, but they'll be doing more of them. They've scrapped the TV
    commercials."
    	"What??? You're shitting me, Tony!" I shouted in utter disbelief.
    Everyone in the house must have heard me. "You gotta be shitting me!"
    	"The only shitting I do is in my diapers," Tony said.
    	"You *are* kidding, aren't you?" I said, still not having
    accepted the validity of Tony's statement.
    	"I'm not kidding, Chris, we're only doing the print ads now."
    	"Really?" I said, now realizing that Tony wasn't pulling my
    pantless leg. "How did you find out?"
    	"I got a letter from CKM today that explained all this," Tony
    said. "Go check and see if you got any mail today."
    	I figured I had probably gotten the same letter but nobody had
    told me, so I set the phone down and asked Mom if I had receive any
    mail today.
    	"Oh yes," she said. "You got a letter from CKM, plus some
    package." With this she went through a stack of mail and pulled out the
    envelope that was addressed to me as well as the package, a large
    padded manila envelope. I figured the package had to have been my camp
    yearbook. I decided that I'd save looking at it for when I went to bed.
    For now I was more concerned about CKM's decision to pull the TV ads
    production. I took the CKM envelope with me and, after quickly undoing
    one of my many diaper pins, I used it to rip open the envelope as I
    returned to the phone. While I was talking to Tony I reinserted the pin
    into my diapers. Tony and I read the letter together. Basically, it
    stated that due to pressure from various parenting organizations they
    didn't feel that television ads should air promoting older children
    using diapers. The letter also cited that CKM was being accused of
    exploiting older children who need diapers.
    	"What a crock of shit," I said to Tony. He agreed that this
    sucked. The letter went on to explain that, in spite of the strong
    opposition the CKM company faced from groups like the AMA and the
    American Pediatrics Association, that they fought to the finish to keep
    the plans to run the television commercials. It wasn't until lawsuits
    were threatened that CKM decided to back down and restrict their
    planned advertising to print ads as these would be more "passive", as
    the letter stated.
    	Tony and I were pleased to see that the print ads would still be
    run and that we would still be going to California in spite of this
    sudden change in the company's advertising plans. It was very
    disappointing to learn that my national fame for being a diaper boy
    would only come out in the form of printed ads. I told everyone in my
    family about this and showed them the letter. They, too, were
    disappointed that I would not be appearing on television in my diapers
    after all the anticipation, but everyone was pleased that I would still
    be in the print ads.
    	Even after having received the disappointing news about not being
    in TV commercials for diapers, I still felt like I had a lot of energy
    left to burn and I didn't want to just sit around on my diapered shit-
    covered butt all night. After I got off the phone with Tony I decided
    to go back over to Derek's house and play with him. It was just turning
    to dusk so I figured Derek probably hadn't gone to bed yet. It was
    still summer, after all.
    	I was in wet and stinky diapers as I waddled out the front door
    and over to Derek's house. I caught the attention of some neighborhood
    kids playing in the street, being so conspicuously diapered as I always
    was.
    	"Hey guys, there's Diaper Boy!" I heard one of the boys shout.
    "Hi, Diaper Boy!" a girl shouted afterwards.
    	"Hi!" I shouted back. What did I have to lose? Everybody on my
    street knew I wear diapers, at least all the kids knew.
    	"Do you need a diaper change?" the girl asked me. I bent over and
    said, "come smell it and find out!"
    	Suddenly a boy a year or so younger than me came running from
    across the street with a bucket full of water.
    	"Let's make his diapers wetter!" the boy shouted. He and another
    boy chased me up the driveway at Derek's house and had me cornered.
    Just before he got to me to splash water on me he stumbled and spilled
    water down the other boy's shorts.
    	"Hey, that water was for Diaper Boy!" the one boy said to the
    other, who appeared to be his brother.
    	"I tripped, okay?" the older boy said. The younger boy then
    grabbed the bucket and chased the older one out to the street. He
    caught up with him and dumped the remaining water down his shorts.
    	"Now we're even!" the younger boy shouted. Both of the boys
    looked like they had peed their pants.
    	Hey guys, wet your pants?" I shouted. "Why not wear diapers like
    me!"
    	"Shut up, Diaper Boy!" the older one shouted. Again I mooned
    them, with my diapers on, of course. I held onto my calves as I looked
    at them upside down through my legs.
    	"Wanna lick? There's plenty to go around for everybody!" I said.
    God, I was feeling restless for some reason and I had to expend my
    energy somehow.
    	The other boys and the other kids had moved on and I walked up to
    the door at Derek's house. I rang the doorbell and was greeted by
    Derek's Mom.
    	"Hello, Chris," she greeted me.
    	"Is it all right if Derek comes out to play?" I asked her.
    	"Derek is in bed now," his mother said. I was disappointed and
    surprised by hearing this.
    	"Gee, it's not even 9:00 yet, isn't that a little early?" I asked
    her.
    	"You can come back tomorrow and play," his Mom said. "You have
    all day to play with him then. Good night, Chris."
    	Derek's mother then closed the door politely, but still with
    enough force to indicate that she did not want me there at that time. I
    was taken aback by this as it seemed like Derek was in trouble. I
    thought his mother had come to terms with the issue regarding Derek
    wearing diapers.
    	I decided that I could get to Derek so that I could talk to him
    by going to his bedroom window. I walked around to the back of the
    house. I kept my head low as I walked past Jennie's bedroom window
    which was also in the front of the house, just in case she was in her
    room.
    	I walked along the side of the house opposite of our house and I
    riled the big, black dog in the yard next door to Derek. He barked at
    me and tried to pierce through the chain link fence with his snout, but
    I was safely out of danger of being bitten on the diaper-butt by the
    mutt. Having some energy to burn still, I stuck my butt up to the fence
    and said, "Eat shit, dog! Eat my diapers!" I then moved sideways left
    and right repeatedly and teased the dog, keeping my bent-over stance
    and my butt to the dog. Apparently the smell of my soiled diapers
    didn't deter the dog as he kept trying to get to me. Suddenly the dog's
    owner came up to me from the other side of the fence, approaching from
    the back yard. It was an older man, well, a lot older than me anyway,
    like in his fifties.
    	"Hey, hey, hey, boy! Just what the hell you doing to my dog? Why,
    I got a good mind to turn him loose on your ass!"
    	"Sorry," I apologized to the man.
    	"What's a kid your age doing in diapers?" the man asked.
    	"Pissing and shitting in them," I replied. "What else do you do
    in diapers?" I lifted my shirt and extended my stomach forward to show
    off my diapers to the man."
    	"You kids will do anything to be rebellious, wearing diapers!"
    	"I'm not being a rebel, I'm just being a boy," I said. "Lots of
    boys my age wear diapers." The man didn't seem to be fazed by my remark
    and instead ignored me to tend to his dog. He then turned around.
    	"You leave my dog alone, kid, you hear me? And go home and get
    some pants on!"
    	"I don't have any pants!" I said as he and the dog walked away.
    "This is all I wear!"
    	I didn't even think about the fact that someone in Derek's house
    might have heard me. I decided to wait a few minutes and then go to the
    back yard and go to Derek's window. I stood around the corner and took
    a peek to make sure nobody was out in the back yard. I then kept my
    back to the wall as I inched my way around the corner and over to
    Derek's window. It was open.
    	"Psst! Derek, you in there?" I whispered as I popped my head up
    into the window. I didn't get a response, so I spoke a little more
    loudly.
    	"Derek! It's Chris, can you hear me?"
    	A moment later Derek came to the window. He had to bring a chair
    so that he could see me at eye level. I was surprised to see that he
    had a pacifier in his mouth!
    	"What happened?" I asked Derek.
    	"I'm a baby now," Derek said as he took the pacifier out of his
    mouth.
    	"What do you mean?" I asked him.
    	"Since I wanna wear diapers I have to be treated like a baby
    now," he said. "That's why I have this," he said, showing me the
    pacifier.
    	"Is this why you got sent to bed early?" I asked him.
    	"Yeah, and not only that, but I have to sleep in Steven's old
    crib now, too," Derek said.
    	"Really?" I said. I boosted myself up onto the ledge beneath
    Derek's bedroom window and pressed my face against the screen so I
    could see into his room. I saw in place of where his bed once was, a
    crib!
    	"So, what else happened?" I asked Derek.
    	"My Mom put Steven's diapers on me when she changed me out of
    yours," Derek said.
    	"How did she do that?" I asked. "How do Steven's diapers fit
    you?"
    	"She taped them together," Derek said. He then got off the chair
    and stood back so that I could see what he was wearing. His mother must
    have used half a dozen diapers to create the diaper that Derek had on!
    She had taped them end-to-end and wrapped them around Derek's waist and
    then she added two more identical layers over these. It was quite
    thick-looking from what I could see.
    	"Why didn't she just go out and get you some of your own diapers,
    you know, ones that will fit you?"
    	"She's gonna do that tomorrow," Derek said.
    	"Do you know what kind you're getting?" I asked.
    	"I dunno, but I hope she gets me some really thick ones."
    	"Go to Kidz Klothez at the mall," I suggested. "And get Thickies.
    Are you gonna get cloth or disposable?"
    	"Probably cloth," Derek said as his voiced raised with
    excitement. "I hope so, anyway. Steven's gonna probably get cloth
    diapers, too. Mom said that since she's going to have two boys in
    diapers all the time from now on, she doesn't want to keep buying
    disposables and figures the cloth diapers will last awhile. She can
    also put a lot of diapers on us like you wear, so that we'll be stuck
    in our diapers, and we can't wear anything over them, and we won't get
    changed as much, since they'll be a lot thicker. Jennie says we'll look
    cuter in them, too. My mom also doesn't want me or Steven to try using
    the toilet anymore, so she wants us to wear a lot of diapers so we
    won't be able to get them off to use the toilet."
    	"My sisters must have been talking to your Mom," I said. I had
    heard these reasons for my super thick diapers many times before.
    	"You'd better go home," Derek said. "I don't want my Mom to catch
    you and me talking like this."
    	"Okay, see you tomorrow," I said. I then went back home and got
    my own super-smelly diapers changed for the night. I told Lisa about
    Derek's sudden "baby treatment" that he was getting for wanting to wear
    diapers.
    	"We should try that with you!" Lisa said. "You already sleep in a
    crib."
    	I had sometimes thought about being a baby again, especially as I
    wore diapers. On the other hand, there were a lot of big-boy things I
    liked to do that babies didn't get to do, such as play on computers.
    While Lisa was in the middle of changing my diapers she got a phone
    call.
    	"Lisa, it's for you," Cindy said when she came into my bedroom
    with the cordless phone. Lisa saw that the mute light was blinking on
    the phone, so she knew she wouldn't be heard.
    	"Oh God, it's not Chuck, is it?" Lisa asked as her diaper-
    changing work came to a sudden halt.
    	"Not unless he got a sex change or someone kicked him in the
    balls," Cindy quipped, inferring that it was a female voice on the
    other end.
    	"I wouldn't be surprised if someone did kick him in the balls
    after what he tried with me before I broke up with the bastard," Lisa
    said indignantly. "Who is it? Is it Betty? Is it work? Who the hell is
    it?" Lisa was holding an open diaper pin as she flailed her arms around
    just inches from my precious boy-specific anatomy. She nearly grazed my
    knee with the pointy end of the diaper pin.
    	"I dunno," Cindy said helplessly. "It's not Betty, I know that.
    They just asked for you and I said you were here."
    	"Cindy, please screen the people who call for me, okay?" Lisa
    said in exasperation as she pulled away the last layer of my poopy
    diapers. "Shit, tomorrow's my day off and they'd better not be calling
    me in," Lisa sighed as she took the phone.
    	"Hello?" Lisa said cautiously. While she talked she continued
    doing my diaper change.
    	"Oh hi...yes...uh huh...sure...yeah, I'm off...I can do that..."
    	It sounded like Lisa was talking to one of her friends, although
    Betty was the only one who called here often enough to be recognized by
    the rest of the family. Lisa kept the phone pressed to her ear using
    her shoulder to hold it in place while she kept both her hands busy
    wiping my butt, sprinkling powder all over my crotch and then putting
    the first of several thick diapers on me. She then hung up the phone
    and set it down.
    	"Who was that?" I asked.
    	"My, aren't you nosey," Lisa said.
    	"You were just concerned that it was work calling you in, was
    it?"
    	"No, but I will tell you who it was. It was Derek's Mom."
    	"Derek's Mom?" I asked Lisa. "What would she be calling *you*
    for?"
    	"I get to take you guys shopping tomorrow!" Lisa said. "We're
    going to Kidz Klothez!" Lisa continued folding diapers and tightly
    fastening them atop the growing mound of diapers she already put on me.
    	"It sounds like Derek's getting some Thickies diapers, I said.
    	"You got it!" Lisa said. "And for answering the bonus question
    you get two extra diapers put on you tonight!" With this, Lisa set
    aside the plastic pants she was about to put on me and instead pinned
    two more diapers on.
    	"What was this about kicking Chuck in the balls?" I asked Lisa,
    curious what she meant about this reference.
    	"Nothing you need to know," Lisa said.
    	"Then why did you talk about it in front of me?" I asked.
    	"I was talking to Cindy; it's a girl's thing," Lisa said as she
    brought the plastic pants up over the huge bunches of diapers I had on.
    As I got up the thick diapers covering my bottom in a parabolic fashion
    enabled me to effortlessly roll my way from lying down to sitting
    upright.
    	"Let me put it to you this way, Chris," Lisa said. "You're in
    good shape if Megan ever wanted to kick you in the balls with those
    diapers you have on, because you wouldn't feel it. On the other hand,
    if she's determined enough to get them all off of you in the first
    place she probably wouldn't feel like kicking you there."
    	I just looked at Lisa strangely as she left the room. Lisa turned
    her head around and looked back at me with a satisfied smile on her
    face before she lugged away the bucket full of my soiled diapers.
    	That night when I went to bed I looked at the yearbook from
    summer camp. Every boy who was in attendance was photographed, diapers
    and all. Everyone except Billy, the kid who tried to push his religion
    on the rest of us was photographed. Several photos of the camp
    activities were included (some in full color even). There was also a
    section which included selected essays that the kids wrote, along with
    some selected letters to mom and dad. They were printed exactly as they
    were written, vulgarities and all. They got some good shots of Tony and
    me on the hike, along with a close-up of our diapered butts. After I
    read through most of it I turned out the lights. I thought about Derek
    being "babied" and put into several of his younger brother's diapers
    and jacked off before going to sleep.
    	It was Cindy's turn to change my diapers the next morning, so
    after I got up and ate breakfast Cindy led me to my room to change me.
    By this time it was about 8:30 and she had to be at her baby-sitting
    job before 9:00, so she hurriedly put me into three Thickies diapers
    and then took off.
    	"Oh, I forgot to remind Cindy that we're going to the mall
    today," Lisa said as she looked at me in my super thick diapers. "Looks
    like I'm going to have to thin those diapers down some so you can wear
    some shorts." With this, Lisa pulled down my plastic pants and unpinned
    one of the three Thickies diapers and then pulled the plastic pants
    back up over the remaining two diapers.
    	"There, that should do it," Lisa said.
    	"These are still awfully thick," I said as I patted the front of
    my diapers.
    	"And you have shorts that will fit over them," Lisa said. "You
    still have those shorts that Mom bought for you when Travis and Sean
    stole your shorts at the mall."
    	"Oh yeah, how could I ever forget that?" I said. Lisa had been
    keeping the shorts in her room where she also kept my pants since I
    didn't need them most of the time. She brought the shorts out and had
    me put them on. They barely fit over two Thickies diapers and the top
    three to four inches of the diapers still showed above them.
    	"People are still going to see that I am wearing these diapers,"
    I said.
    	"Then you might as well just go without your shorts," Lisa said.
    "Might as well let people see them in their entirety as long as they
    can see that you wear diapers in the first place."
    	"I can't walk through the mall without something on over my
    diapers!" I said.
    	"Why not? You go through the neighborhood in your diapers now,
    which you used to not do, so why not take it a little further? Besides,
    who knows you there at the mall anyway? And we're going to a place
    where they sell diapers for older boys like you. Consider this as
    practice for your big modeling appearance. You'll be a walking, talking
    advertisement for the diapers you're going to be modeling anyway, so
    all things considered, I'd say wearing the shorts is pointless."
    	Lisa then folded up the shorts and took them back to her room and
    put them away.
    	"I'm not walking into the mall in just these diapers," I said.
    	"Okay, then I'll put your third diaper back on," Lisa said.
    	"Lisa!" I shouted.
    	"Chris, will you just cooperate? The store is just inside the
    entrance and up the escalator, so it's not like we're going all the way
    to the center of the mall. It's also morning and they aren't going to
    be as busy at this time of day."
    	"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked Lisa.
    	"Because I'm your big sister, that's why!" Lisa said, once again
    asserting her dominance. "Now come on, we need to get going."
    	"Why now?" I asked.
    	"Because Betty and I are going swimming today," Lisa said firmly.
    "I told Mrs. Brooks that I would do this for her first thing."
    	Lisa and I then went over to Derek's house and met with his
    mother just as she was leaving for work.
    	"I was about to come over and see what was holding you guys up,"
    she said.
    	"Just my uncooperative brother," Lisa said as she patted me on
    the behind.
    	Derek's Mom then handed Lisa an envelope containing an
    undisclosed amount of cash and a list of the items for Lisa to buy.
    	I really appreciate you doing this for me, Lisa," Derek's Mom
    said.
    	"Not a problem," Lisa replied back as Derek's Mom got into her
    car and left. Lisa and I then went into Derek's house.
    	Upon entering the house, we saw Jennie on the couch with Derek
    reclining in her lap and her arms. Jennie was bottle-feeding Derek!
    Most of all, Derek didn't seem to mind this sort of treatment at all as
    he lay there contentedly, wearing the same combined set of diapers he
    had on last night. Derek had soaked them through to the third layer as
    evidenced by the heavy puffiness of the outer diapers.
    	"Congratulations on your new baby boy!" Lisa said to Jennie. "He
    must have really hurt coming out of you during labor!" Lisa added with
    a laugh. Jennie laughed back.
    	"I think this is fun babying my big little brother!" Jennie said.
    "I think Derek likes it, too."
    	Derek waved hello to me as he continued to suck on the bottle of
    milk that Jennie was feeding to him.
    	"Just a little more and we'll be done, baby," Jennie said. Derek
    broke a smile as Jennie said this. "I'll get your didees changed and
    we'll be ready to go."
    	"What is Derek going to wear?" Lisa asked Jennie.
    	"He'll wear his shorts, but I'll make sure his diapers are
    showing."
    	"Why bother with the shorts?" Lisa asked her. "If everyone will
    see that he wears diapers, then the shorts really aren't needed. This
    is how Chris is going, in just his diapers."
    	"Well, in that case, we'll just take you to the mall in your
    diapers, how's that?" Jennie said to her brother. Derek just nodded in
    agreement. It was as if Derek was under some sort of spell or in a
    trance.
    	"He's acting just like a baby!" Lisa said. "How do you do it?"
    	"Well, Derek has some regressive tendencies from the way he was
    brought up, and the diapers he's wearing now tend to consummate these
    tendencies," Jennie said with such sophistication and intelligence. She
    was using some rather impressive words for a ten-year-old girl. She
    sounded like she was going to be a psychology major talking like that.
    	After Derek finished off his bottle Jennie led him into his room
    and changed him. His diapers were sagging so much from the weight of
    all the pee and poop he put into them over the last several hours.
    	"We still have those cloth diapers," Jennie said to Lisa. "Mom
    washed them last night and we were going to give them back to you, but
    is it okay if Derek wears them today?"
    	"Go ahead," Lisa said. "Go ahead and keep them. We have no use
    for them, unless Mom has another baby and it's a boy like Chris," Lisa
    said.
    	Minutes later Jennie came out of Derek's bedroom carrying several
    wet and poopy diapers. Behind her were Derek and Steven, neither of
    them wearing pants or shorts.
    	"Are we going somewhere?" Steven asked Jennie.
    	"Yeah, we're going to the mall with Lisa!" Jennie said.
    	"I'm not dressed, and Derek's not dressed," Steven said.
    	"You boys are dressed as far as I'm concerned," Jennie said.
    	We all then left Derek's house and went back over to my house.
    	"Get in the car, boys," Lisa said. Lisa went into the house to
    get her purse. I took the front seat while Derek and Steven took the
    back seat with Jennie. Derek had his pacifier with him and he was
    sucking on it. It was as if Derek had instantly transformed himself to
    a toddler.
    	"So you feel like a baby now?" I asked Derek. He took the
    pacifier out of his mouth.
    	"Yeah, I think it's fun," Derek said. "It makes me feel better."
    	Jennie then reached into her own purse and produced a pacifier.
    	"Here, Chris, have a pacifier!" she said. I took it from her hand
    and looked at it.
    	"Well, put it in your mouth," she said. I looked at it one more
    time and then decided, what the hell. I stuck it in my mouth and then
    looked at myself in the rearview mirror. I have to admit I looked
    really cute.
    	Lisa then came out to the car. She looked at me as she got in.
    	"So you got Chris doing it, too?" Lisa said.
    	"I think he wants to be a baby, too!" Jennie said.
    	"I think we can accommodate that," Lisa said as she started the
    car.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 64
    ---------------------------

    	I couldn't believe that I was actually going to be going to the
    mall with only diapers on! At least I wasn't going to be alone as I had
    Derek and Steven to accompany me in my diapers-sans-pants state of
    dress. On the other hand, three boys of different ages all wearing
    diapers was something most people didn't see every day, and besides
    being the oldest, my diapers were by far the thickest and most
    prominent.
    	"You like sucking on the passy?" Lisa asked me, noting that I
    still had it in my mouth.
    	"Mt's mkmy," is how it came out as I tried to say, "it's okay."
    	"Whatever you said, Chris, you must like it, or you would have
    taken it out of your mouth by now," Lisa said to me as she smiled. I
    must say that I was enjoying this more than I realized. I had never
    really thought much about doing other "baby" things other than the fact
    that I wear diapers and also sleep in a crib and have sometimes drank
    out of baby bottles. I remembered Tony having a pacifier shortly after
    this whole diaper thing started, but I never pursued this matter and I
    never saw him use pacifiers after this. Maybe for him it was just a
    passing curiosity at the time.
    	When we pulled into the mall parking lot I started to feel more
    nervous as I realized that I would be getting out of the car and
    walking into the huge building with dozens, more likely hundreds of
    people around me, even at the relatively early hour. The lot was
    already getting filled up. I realized that a lot of the people were
    probably getting a head-start on their back-to-school clothing shopping
    today and this accounted for the unexpectedly bigger crowds. Lisa found
    a parking spot about halfway down the row between the mall and the end
    of the lot.
    	"We're here, guys!" Lisa said. She got out of the car and then
    told me to do the same. I was chickening out and not wanting to venture
    across the parking lot in view of so many people who would see me in
    diapers. I took the pacifier out of my mouth.
    	"I can't go in there like this, Lisa," I said, pointing to my
    diapers, as if drawing Lisa's attention to their thick bulge from my
    crotch was necessary, which it certainly wasn't. "Can I just wait
    here?"
    	"No, Chris, you're going in with the rest of us," Lisa said
    firmly. "Besides, Mom gave me some money to buy you some more diapers,
    too, and I need you to carry them."
    	"Can't you carry them out?" I asked her.
    	"Not in one trip," Lisa said.
    	"How many diapers did she order?" I asked Lisa.
    	"Enough to require more than two arms to carry out," Lisa said.
    "Mom told me that she's going to eventually replace all your old
    diapers since they're getting dingy and stained, and have you wear
    Thickies and only Thickies."
    	"Can Jennie help you?" I asked Lisa.
    	"She's going to have her hands full, too," Lisa said. "Remember,
    she's picking up diapers for her brothers, too."
    	I knew Lisa wasn't going to back down and let me wait in the car,
    and I had managed to keep peace with her for most of the summer, so it
    didn't seem right for me to start trouble with her now. I conceded and
    got out of the car. Lisa opened the door and grabbed the pacifier that
    I was sucking on.
    	"Here's your passy!" Lisa said. Without resistance I took it from
    her and stuck it in my mouth. What did I have to lose at this point
    anyway?
    	We encountered a few people coming out of the mall as we headed
    towards its entrance, and as expected the three of us drew a lot of
    attention and turned plenty of heads. Kids, as expected, got the
    greatest kick out of seeing three boys waddling in diapers and sucking
    on pacifiers. I didn't make eye contact with anyone, but I knew they
    were all staring at us, mostly likely me.
    	We got inside the mall where people were more densely
    concentrated and thus making us three boys more vulnerable to exposure.
    Everyone from toddlers, some of whom were in only diapers themselves,
    up to senior citizens, cast their stares towards us. I tried walking
    behind Lisa as closely as I could as her big butt and wide hips hid me
    from view of those who were approaching us, but this did no good for
    those walking behind us. Neither Derek nor Steven seemed to mind that
    everyone could see their diapers as well. I was too nervous to talk to
    Derek about how he felt about all this. Being encumbered by such thick
    diapers that made it difficult to walk, I was just trying to keep up
    with Lisa as her long legs gave her the ability to make long strides
    and walk faster.
    	We approached the escalators. At least here I could count on
    Jennie, Derek and Steven to be behind me and block me from view of
    others at least for the duration of the ascent to the upper level of
    the mall. Instead, Derek and Steven went to the down escalator and
    tried running against it to see if they could make it to the top.
    	"You guys! Come back here!" Jennie shouted. She then ran against
    the upward movement of the escalator Lisa and I were on and then Jennie
    got on the down escalator to chase her brothers. By then it was too
    late, and Jennie found herself going against the grain, so to speak, as
    she tried to catch Steven and Derek.
    	Meanwhile, two ten-year-old-looking boys boarded the up escalator
    right behind me. I didn't pay any attention to them nor even look at
    them until we reached the top, but I listened to them make jokes and
    other remarks about me being in diapers. I got the upper hand on them,
    or shall I say, the upper escalator step, as I immediately unloaded
    poop into my diapers with my butt staring the two boys right in their
    faces. My bowel movement was satisfyingly loud and abundant, not to
    mention smelly.
    	"Eww, I think he just shit his diapers," one of the boys said
    loudly.
    	"He did, I can smell it," the other boy said. By then we reached
    the top of the escalator. "What a weirdo!" one of the boys said as I
    glanced at them to see what they looked like. A few seconds later
    Steven and Derek appeared at the top of the down escalator, much to the
    disgust of several people waiting for the two boys to clear the
    escalator so they could use it. The fact that they were in diapers only
    added to the people's surprise of what they were observing.
    	"Beat ya!" Derek said to Steven, both of them oblivious to the
    mixture of a dozen or so cold stares and amused glances they were
    getting as people boarded the down escalator. Jennie had since then
    retreated and rode back to the bottom and then came back up the up
    escalator.
    	"Maybe if you had them diapered more heavily like Chris you might
    have caught them," Lisa said to Jennie. "I know Chris would have never
    made it in his diapers."
    	Fortunately the Kidz Klothez store was kitty-corner to the
    escalators and we walked right over to the store. As the store
    obviously catered to children's wear and it was during the back-to-
    school shopping season, the store was busier than I had ever seen it
    except perhaps at Christmas. Lisa led us through the center aisle where
    we were most conspicuous to other shoppers, and then we went to the
    service counter at the back of the store.
    	As expected, Mary was there working at the counter. She briefly
    nodded us all a "hello" as she was in the middle of helping another
    customer. The customer, a lady, was accompanied by two boys who looked
    to be about six and eight, respectively. A red-haired girl who looked
    to be about ten or eleven was sitting on a bench behind them,
    apparently waiting for her mother to order some diapers for the boys.
    At least this is what I had assumed and hoped was the situation, rather
    than being the girl who was receiving the diapers.
    	The girl looked at the three of us boys and she smiled,
    apparently in anticipation of what her brothers would soon be wearing.
    This was a good indicator that the diapers were for the boys. Upon
    examining the two boys' shorts, it was clearly evident that they were
    very well-diapered as their butts stood out, but this still didn't one
    hundred percent rule out the possibility that the girl may be the
    recipient of the diapers. Soon, however, my assumption was assuredly
    confirmed.
    	Mary turned her attention to me and said to her other customer,
    "Well, actually, Mrs. Oppenheimer, there's a live model of the Thickies
    diapers right there!" It seemed that Mary and the lady had been
    discussing Thickies diapers at the time we walked in. Mary then greeted
    Lisa. "I'll be right with you, Lisa."
    	"This is Chris Barrett, and he's going to be one of the models
    appearing in the advertising for Thickies," Mary said as she stepped
    out from behind the counter and put her hand on my shoulder.
    	"Really?" the lady said. "Do you hire him to walk around the
    store and model the diapers, or something?"
    	"Oh, no," Mary laughed at the lady's false perception of my
    reason for appearing in diapers in the store. "You know, though, that
    isn't a bad idea," Mary said, then whispering, "just kidding, Chris." I
    didn't think she was serious, but then again, there seemed to be no
    limits to where I was seen wearing diapers out in the open anymore.
    	"I'll have to get his autograph," the lady said. "He may be
    famous someday. After all, some actors do get their starts appearing in
    advertising."
    	"I don't think he'll go *that* far," Lisa said to the lady.
    	Meanwhile, the two boys had been looking me over and studying my
    diapers. They were also looking at Derek and Steven, but their
    attention kept returning to me. The boys appeared to be captivated by
    the size and the quantity of the diaper pins that were stuck in my
    diapers, not to mention the sheer magnitude of the diapers' thickness
    and rise on me.
    	"Mommy, is *that* what my new diapers are gonna look like on me?"
    the smallest boy asked while pointing to me. He was jumping up and down
    excitedly. He was clearly well-adjusted to wearing diapers.
    	"Yes, Max, sweetie, that's what they look like, so I'm sure
    you'll enjoy wearing them," his mother said as she patted his head and
    stroked his hair, which appeared to have not been exposed to the blades
    of a barber's scissors for the entire summer, same for the older boy.
    	"Me, too, Mommy! They're so big!" the older boy shouted.
    	"So are the messes you make in your diapers, Marvin," the mother
    said to the older boy as she patted him on the butt. He, too, had a
    captivating charm. I wanted to get to know these boys, but under the
    circumstances I couldn't establish any initial contact with them.
    	"Look at how big his butt is!" Max said loudly as he pointed to
    me.
    	"Now Max, don't point things out like that about strangers," his
    mother told him.
    	"I'm sorry, my son Max just gets excited like that at times," the
    lady apologized to Lisa.
    	"It's okay, ma'am," Lisa assured the lady. "Everyone says my
    brother's butt looks big with the diapers he's wearing."
    	"I must agree, young miss, those are some impressive diapers your
    brother is wearing."
    	"He's wearing two Thickies," Lisa explained to the lady. "That's
    why they look so much thicker and bigger. You ought to see Chris when
    he has *three* of them on!"
    	"Oh my," the lady said. "I'd think two would be plenty, but, if
    you knew *my* boys..."
    	"One diaper is enough for most cases," Mary told Mrs.
    Oppenheimer. "But that doesn't mean your sons can't wear just one if
    they need to wear more, or, as it appears for your boys, *want* to wear
    more than one diaper."
    	"I wanna wear a *hundred* of them!" Max said so cutely. "I wanna
    wear a hundred million zillion gazillion jillion of them!"
    	"I'll put as many of them on you two boys as I can," the girl
    said to her brothers. It appeared that she, too, had a sisterly
    responsibility for changing her brothers' diapers and enjoyed doing it.
    She had double duty and no other sisters to help.
    	Mary then showed Mrs. Oppenheimer the model in the brochure. "As
    you can see, even one Thickies diaper is still very big and thick. Do
    your sons wear pajamas to bed?"
    	"No, just their diapers," the lady said. "It's all they wear all
    day long, in fact."
    	"That's good, because, I'll be honest, Mrs. Oppenheimer, these
    diapers are not designed with discreetness in mind, and we tell people
    who buy them for their kids that they should be comfortable with
    wearing them out in the open since they are so prohibitively thick that
    outer clothing cannot be worn over them, except perhaps for overalls."
    	"That's what I like about them," Marvin remarked to Mary as he
    grinned ear to ear. Mary then smiled back at Marvin.
    	"I'd have to say that your boys fit right into the market we are
    seeking for Thickies diapers, Mrs. Oppenheimer," Mary said.
    	"You can call me Rita," the lady said politely.
    	"Okay, sure," Mary replied. "We have found that there are a
    number of kids who wear diapers and enjoy them, mostly boys, and they
    like diapers to be really big and thick, and usually they wear just
    these diapers around the house, sometimes elsewhere, as Chris, here,
    has demonstrated."
    	When Mary pointed me out to the lady with her two adorable little
    sons I just blushed and smiled. They smiled back at me.
    	"So that's why this other boy has no pants on?" Mrs. Oppenheimer
    as she looked at me. "I thought it was just because his pants wouldn't
    fit over those *monstrous* diapers he has on."
    	"My brother just never wears pants, period," Lisa said. "Except
    for school."
    	"Sounds like my boys," Rita said to Lisa.
    	Suddenly Max decided to take his shorts off and reveal his
    diapers. They, too, were cloth diapers. They were quite thick and
    consisted of several tightly packed layers and pinned on tightly and
    abundantly.
    	"What are you doing?" Marvin asked his younger brother.
    	"Taking my shorts off, since I want to be in my diapers like
    these other boys are," Max said. Max then tossed his shorts to his
    sister sitting on the bench. She extended her hand and caught them. She
    then folded them up and set them on the bench next to her.
    	"Max, you wanna go around in just your diapers, too?" his mother
    said as she patted his bottom.
    	"Yeah, I LOVE being in diapers!" Max said. He then rolled onto
    the floor and started kicking his legs in the air ever so excitedly. He
    was such a cutie! The red-haired girl watched and smiled. Surprisingly,
    the mother didn't seem to mind that her son stripped himself of his
    shorts and then exhibited his love for diapers so explicitly. It may
    have been the fact that there were already three of us in just our
    diapers that lowered the other boys' inhibitions and put their mother
    more at ease. That, and there was nobody else in the area to witness
    the little boy's display of excitement over being in just his diapers.
    Derek and Steven were enjoying watching Max, especially as he stuck his
    thumb in his mouth.
    	Marvin, take your shorts off!" Max said to his older brother.
    	"Okay," Marvin said. He undid his shorts and exposed his diapers,
    which were equally as thick and abundant as Max's diapers. This time
    the girl got up to retrieve the shorts. She bent down behind Marvin and
    picked them up, taking them back with her.
    	"Thanks, Heidi," Marvin said, revealing his older sister's name.
    The girl then folded the shorts up and set them on top of Max's shorts.
    	"You need to be changed already, Marvin," Heidi said. "I could
    smell your dirty diapers when I picked up your shorts."
    	"You can change me when we get our new THICKIES diapers," Marvin
    said excitedly. "I'm diapered enough until they come tomorrow."
    	"Your two butts will look so cute in them!" Heidi said as she
    squeezed her shoulders and legs together as she had her hands between
    her knees.
    	"It's obvious that your boys wear diapers during the day, too,
    Rita," Mary said.
    	"Oh yes, they're in diapers around the clock, around the
    calendar," Rita said. "They'll always be in diapers, so I'm glad they
    enjoy it."
    	"Have you thought about what pants they will be wearing when you
    get them these diapers?" Mary asked Rita.
    	"I know I'll probably need to buy them some bigger pants," Rita
    said. "Probably some overalls like you suggested."
    	"Oh yes, definitely," Mary said. She then suggested some overalls
    that the Kidz Klothez store sold which were specially tailored to fit
    kids who wear Thickies disposable diapers. They were manufactured under
    commission from CKM Products for this very reason. I know, because I
    get CKM's monthly kids' newsletter in the mail.
    	Rita then placed her order for some Thickies diapers in cloth and
    disposable, along with plastic pants and a supply of the larger diaper
    pins. The amount of the order was for several hundred dollars.
    	"We'll have those delivered to you UPS by tomorrow, Rita," Mary
    said as she handed Rita a receipt. The order was too big to be carried
    out of the store. At this time the family left. I watched as the two
    boys waddled away from us in their thick diapers.
    	"You boys should probably put your shorts back on, too," their
    mother said to them. Heidi then handed the shorts to her mother.
    	"Aww, Mommy!" Max said as he shrugged, with Marvin doing the same
    thing. "I hate shorts and I hate pants," Max said. "I wanna show off my
    diapers!"
    	"Oh, sheez," Rita chuckled lightly. "It's not like you boys are
    naked, certainly no danger of indecent exposure in those diapers. What
    the heck, let 'em go like that, Heidi." With this, the mother handed
    the shorts back to Heidi as she folded them back up and carried them
    with her. She smiled at her two little brothers and patted them each on
    the butt as they left.
    	I couldn't believe this lady! She was like the coolest Mom in the
    world! I love my Mom, don't get me wrong there, but I couldn't help but
    to feel envious of the close bonds that seemed to exist so healthily in
    this family.
    	Mary then finally helped Lisa after we had waited about fifteen
    minutes or so.
    	"I'm sorry I spent so much time with that other family," Mary
    apologized profusely to Lisa.
    	"No problem," Lisa said. "We were actually enjoying it."
    	Mary then got down to business to take care of Lisa's order. Lisa
    gave Mary the order and then, after having tendered a handful of twenty
    dollar bills, a back room worker came to the service counter with two
    large boxes loaded onto a dolly cart. There was also a smaller box
    containing plastic pants, and another large box packed with disposable
    diapers for me to wear to school. Each of the boxes was prominently
    labeled with the "THICKIES" logo. All of those diapers were going to be
    mine! I got hard knowing that I had so many Thickies diapers now!
    	"I told you, Chris, I would need your help getting all these
    diapers of yours to the car," Lisa said. We set the boxes aside for now
    while waiting for Jennie.
    	Now it was Jennie's turn to order diapers for her brothers. Mary
    escorted Derek to the back room where she would measure him and fit him
    for Thickies diapers. He also got a diaper change out of it as he
    returned wearing a gleaming white Thickies diaper and big plastic pants
    over them. The old diapers were placed in a large garbage sack. Derek
    had only wet in them, he told me.
    	"What do you think?" I asked Derek.
    	"I love them!" he said. He then started running around, almost
    looking like Max with his behavior.
    	Steven wasn't fitted for diapers since his new diapers were just
    standard issue Thickies diapers for older toddlers. Jennie picked up
    two case of cloth diapers-- one for each of her brothers-- with plastic
    pants. She paid Mary for the order and we were in our way out of the
    store and out of the mall.
    	"Grab a box, Chris," Lisa said. Every one of us was carrying at
    least one large box. The store and the rest of the mall had become even
    busier and more people saw us. I even saw some kids from school.
    	"Gee, Chris, does this mean you'll be coming to school in your
    diapers, too?" he asked. If my hands weren't full I would have bent
    over and mooned my diapers at him.
    	We all went down the escalator and out the mall exit and to the
    parking lot. Lisa opened the trunk and crammed all of my diapers into
    it. There wasn't room for anything else, so all of Derek's and Steven's
    diapers were loaded into the back seat, with one package in the front
    seat between Lisa and me. We then left the mall and headed for lunch.
    	"That wasn't so bad, was it, Chris?" Lisa said. "Going to the
    mall in just your diapers."
    	"I actually liked it," I said with hesitation. "It was kind of,
    well, a thrill."
    	"We'll have to get Tony to come to the mall in diapers with you,"
    Lisa said.
    	"Yeah, I've one-upped him enough times as it is, but he always
    catches up somehow. That's why he's going to California with me."
    	After we got back from the mall I spent the rest of the afternoon
    with Derek. Jennie added another Thickies diapers to the one he already
    had on him and she used more pins on the topmost diaper. Steven was
    also put into a double set of Thickies diapers, which he was well
    content with wearing. He was further assured that he would never be
    expected to use the potty since he had no way of taking his ultra-
    pinned Thickies diapers off. He showed me his crib that he was now
    sleeping in. I even got into it myself, although it was too small for
    me.
    	I talked to Derek about his regressive tendencies. It excited me
    to think that he could actually be brought to think that he is a little
    baby boy and when he did he would become completely relaxed and
    submissive. This would be a dream for Lisa and Cindy to have this
    control over me, I knew that for sure.
    	For the rest of the day I thought about those two boys I saw at
    Kidz Klothez, Marvin and Max, along with their sister Heidi. How I
    wished I could have talked to the boys! They would long remain vividly
    in my strongest diaper fantasies for years to come. After I came home
    from Derek's house I went to my room and hopped into my crib. I was
    overdue to masturbate, especially with all I saw and experienced on
    this day. I jacked off feverishly while thinking about Max rolling
    around on the floor proclaiming his unrelenting enthusiasm for wearing
    diapers. Maybe the fates will bring us together again someday.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 65
    ---------------------------

    	The summer days passed by fairly quickly as the day Tony and I
    left for California approached. Until then I spent most of my days over
    at Derek's house looking after him and his little brother. They
    adjusted to their new Thickies diapers and they enjoyed wearing them.
    Toilet training for Steven was officially declared over with and Steven
    was going to be wearing diapers indefinitely. Derek denounced his
    status as toilet trained and declared himself a diaper boy for the rest
    of his life. Derek enjoyed being babied by me and by Jennie. Jennie
    even babied me at times, and she changed my diapers while I was over
    there. While Derek continued to wear diapers and use bottles and
    pacifiers at times, his mom did rescind his crib punishment and let him
    sleep in his bed again. His mother also lightened up on letting Derek
    and Steven wear diapers once she got more used to seeing me in diapers
    along with her two sons. She was actually turning out to be pretty
    decent, better than the first impression she made on me, anyway.
    	I was counting down the days until Tony and I left for
    California. Tony and I got so excited about it that we could hardly
    talk about anything else. One thing that did help pass the time was
    another large manila envelope that I received in the mail. Since I had
    already received the yearbook from the summer camp I had no idea what
    else I'd be getting. When I looked at the return address, however, my
    memory was jogged. It was from Matthew Sherman. "Of course, the kid
    from summer camp!", I thought to myself. He was the kid who went around
    the camp preaching to everyone about his church. He turned out to be
    pretty nice after Tony and I saved him from Trevor and Sean, who beat
    up on him for his preaching. He had enclosed a letter along with
    photocopies of the stories he told me he'd send. Quite honestly, I
    didn't think I'd ever hear from him again, so getting a package from
    him was a nice surprise. I read the letter he enclosed:

    Dear Chris,

    How has your summer been? I have enjoyed mine. Did you have a good time
    at the camp? For the most part I did, other than when Trevor and Sean
    beat up on me. Thank you, and Tony, for helping me out. I pray for you
    every day. I consider you to be a friend now, and I hope that you still
    think the same of me...
    	He went on to explain how much better he feels about talking to
    us about his feelings that he gets from wearing diapers. I remembered
    him telling us about his story about a boy who had moved in to a new
    house at the end of the summer. He decided meet his new neighbors,
    which included two boys. When he discovers that these two boys wear
    diapers he goes over there and gets diapered, too. I found this story
    in the packet which included some other stories. After I read these
    stories I let Tony read them and make some copies for himself. I
    decided that I would reciprocate and send him a letter and some stories
    of my own. The day before I left for California with Tony I sent them
    off to him.
    	At last the day had come for Tony and I to go to California! Tony
    had stayed overnight with me so that we could both leave for the
    airport together. Last night Tony and I had watched the practice videos
    that my sisters made of us advertising Thickies diapers, mainly to get
    us even more excited about the trip. Mom helped me pack my bags. I
    wanted to take my cloth Thickies with me, but for travel purposes Mom
    decided that it would be easier for me to just wear the disposables and
    not have any laundry to worry about while I was away. Mom and dad also
    went over the itinerary with Tony and me several times. They wanted to
    be sure we would know exactly where to be, when to be there and who to
    look for when we got there, especially as we would be without an adult
    guardian until we got to Los Angeles. Mom and Dad were understandably
    very concerned about us making it there and staying with the right
    people once we found them since we had never traveled alone like this
    before. They had us each recite the entire itinerary before they were
    satisfied that we knew what to do.
    	Tony and I had hardly gotten any sleep since we were both so
    amped up about this day that we had waited for over the last several
    months. Best of all was the fact that, after thinking I was going to go
    alone, Tony turned out to be selected after all and would be joining
    me.
    	My alarm clock blared Tony and I out of our short slumber at 5:00
    AM as we awakened to the guitar riffs of Nirvana on the radio. Lisa had
    set her alarm as well since she would be the one to drive us to the
    airport and see us off.
    	In spite of the early hour and the little sleep we had, Tony and
    I were wide awake. It wasn't like waking up for school, we had a reason
    to be excited at such an early hour. Still, we lay in the crib without
    the covers on us and talked about what the next few days would be like.
    	Lisa came into my room and turned the light on and shut off my
    clock radio.
    	"Are you boys awake?" Lisa asked as she stood there by my crib
    and slid the gate down.
    	"Oh yeah, we're ready to go!" I said.
    	"I'm not," Lisa yawned as she stretched. She had on her long
    night shirt and her hair was a mess. I could see her bare nipples
    piercing through her shirt and I had a feeling she had no panties on
    underneath her shirt.
    	"Get your diapered butts out of your crib, boys, and go eat some
    cereal while I get dressed," Lisa ordered us in a groggy voice while
    rubbing her eyes. "Then I'll change your diapers after I am dressed."
    	With this, Tony and I left my crib and went out to the kitchen
    and ate Lucky Charms and drank orange juice. Lisa was still getting
    ready when Tony and I finished eating breakfast. Both of us had morning
    wood trying to find its way out of our very wet and poopy diapers. We
    went out to the living room and jacked each other off while sitting on
    the floor in the dark of pre-dawn. Lisa, being like most teenage girls,
    took her time in getting herself all prettied up, like she was going to
    pick up some good-looking guys at the airport, and at such an early
    hour, sheesh!
    	I decided to go outside and get the newspaper so Tony and I could
    read the comics. It was still dark for one thing, most people were
    still in bed, and just about everyone in the neighborhood had seen me
    outside in diapers anyway, so I just strode out the front door and let
    Cotton come in as he had been out all night. He meowed a good morning
    greeting to me as I walked out to the front to get the newspaper. It
    hadn't been delivered yet.
    	"Damn," I said as I peered into the empty box after not being
    able to feel in the dark that the paper was there. I knew these guys
    worked early, but I wasn't sure when the paper usually showed up. At
    that moment the paper carrier came up the sidewalk and he stood behind
    me, waiting for me to move out of his way just as I was stepping away
    from the newspaper box. He had looked at me standing there bent over
    with my diapered butt facing him in the glow of the nearby street
    light. I turned around and looked at him, feeling embarrassed about the
    timing of his arrival and how he first saw me. From the way he looked
    at me I could tell he wasn't used to seeing boys my age all thickly
    diapered up. I was also wearing a T-shirt with the Thickies logo
    emblazoned across the front, also visible in the street light.
    	"Here's your newspaper, sir," the guy said as he handed it to me.
    	"Thanks," I replied back. He continued on to the next house, but
    he took another look back at me while I stood there before going back
    to the house.
    	"Shit! Lisa's *still* not ready?" I asked Tony, who had turned
    the lamp on and was sitting in the recliner petting Cotton as he lay in
    Tony's lap, resting his head on the softness of Tony's thick diaper.
    	"Not yet," Tony said.
    	"I'm so glad we're boys," I said. "Get my diapers changed, change
    my shirt, brush my hair, brush my teeth, and I'm done."
    	"Don't forget putting on your pants," Tony said.
    	"Well, that part usually doesn't count," I said.
    	I took the rubber band off the newspaper and set it on the end
    table. I then unrolled the newspaper and got out the comics section. I
    spread the page out on the floor. Tony got out of the chair and joined
    me as we lay next to each other on the floor on our stomachs and read
    the comics. Cotton then joined us a few minutes later and sat right in
    the middle of the page. We were about done reading the comics anyway.
    	I then picked up the rubber band that came from the newspaper and
    stretched it between my thumb and index finger. I held it up to Tony's
    butt and then started plucking it lightly. The rubber band still
    snapped loudly as it smacked Tony's diaper. It startled Cotton and he
    got up off the newspaper and ran across the room after leaving small
    tears in the paper from his claws.
    	"Sorry about that, Cotton," I apologized to him.
    	Tony then took the rubber band and he did the same thing to me,
    snapping it on my much-diapered bottom.
    	"Can't feel it, can you?" Tony said. Tony plucked the rubber band
    harder, making it snap louder.
    	"No, but we're probably gonna wake everybody up," I said.
    	Lisa then appeared at the entry to the hall. She was dressed and
    ready to change our diapers.
    	"What was that noise?" Lisa asked us.
    	"This," I said as I took the rubber band and shot it at Lisa. I
    hit her right on her breast. This wasn't a difficult target, given
    Lisa's size.
    	"Hey!" she said. "I don't have to change you guys, you know,"
    Lisa said. "I could take you guys to the airport just like that, and
    why not, since you've already been to the mall in just your diapers,"
    Lisa said.
    	"I haven't," Tony said.
    	Lisa then bent over and retrieved the rubber band. She shot it
    back at me.
    	"Hah! Right on your butt, Chris!" she said. "Not that it's hard
    to miss with all those diapers covering it."
    	"Neither is your--" I started to say back, but I retreated when
    Lisa gave me a look showing that she didn't care for the comment she
    expected me to say.
    	Mom then got up and appeared in the living room wearing her
    housecoat.
    	"Mornin', Lisa, mornin' boys," Mom said tiredly. "What was the
    banging noise I heard out here?"
    	I picked up the rubber band once more and plucked it against
    Tony's butt.
    	"I was doing this, Mom," I said.
    	"Shhh! Stop that, Chris, you'll wake everybody up," Mom
    whispered.
    	"Sorry, Mom," I said. "Did I wake you?"
    	"You did," she said.
    	"I'm sorry," I apologized again.
    	"I wanted to get up anyway and make sure you guys made it off on
    time. What time is it?"
    	"5:40," Lisa said as she looked at her watch.
    	"The plane takes off in just over an hour, and it takes a half
    hour just to get there, so you'd better get moving fast," my Mom said.
    "You haven't changed their diapers yet?"
    	"That's what I was going to do next, Mom," Lisa said.
    	"You're going to be several minutes just changing Chris out of
    all his diapers," Mom said. "You change Chris and I'll change Tony."
    	Tony and I then went into my room while Lisa and my Mom followed.
    Lisa started stripping me of my diapers while Mom went to work on
    changing Tony. By the time Mom had Tony in his clean disposable
    Thickies diaper Lisa was still unpinning my diapers. Mom took one side
    while Lisa took the other in unpinning the remaining diapers. Lisa then
    wiped up my poop while Mom gathered up the soiled diapers. Mom then
    handed Lisa one of my Thickies disposable diapers.
    	"Here, you diaper him while I take his dirty diapers to the
    wash," my Mom said. Lisa quickly wrapped the diaper around my butt and
    my dick and then taped it up. I then changed out of my nighttime shirt
    and into a day shirt. Mom came back in the room.
    	"Get your shorts on, boys," my Mom said. "You don't have much
    time."
    	"Lisa hasn't gotten them for me yet," I said.
    	"Go get his shorts, Lisa," my Mom said. "And hurry."
    	Lisa went into her bedroom and turned the light on, waking Cindy.
    Lisa then came back with my shorts and tossed them to me. I slipped
    them on over my diaper. I had to leave the top three inches of the
    high-rising diaper showing in the front, with even more exposure in the
    rear. Tony and I then put our shoes and socks on and left my room.
    	The bags had already been loaded into the trunk last night so
    that they would be ready to go. Both Dad and Cindy had gotten out of
    bed upon hearing the last-minute commotion as we compulsively double-
    checked everything to make sure Tony and I had our plane tickets and
    other documentation that we would need while out and about.
    	The rest of the family was ready to see us off at the house.
    Cindy tried to give me a kiss goodbye, but all I was going to allow for
    was a hug. Lisa also tried the same thing, but I back off and showed
    the same resistance against her as I did Cindy.
    	"You want me to kiss you goodbye at the airport instead?" Lisa
    asked me.
    	"I just don't want you to kiss me, period," I said.
    	"But this may be the last time I see you, Chris," Lisa said. "You
    never know when a plane will crash."
    	"Aww, Lisa," my Mom said. "Don't say that. That's terrible." Dad
    also groaned disapprovingly of Lisa's remark.
    	"Yeah, don't jinx their flight," Cindy replied.
    	"Oh come on, guys," Lisa said. "You all know that I would be
    very, very, very upset if anything happened to my wittle bwother!" With
    this, Lisa got in the hug and the kiss she wanted to give me. Cindy
    also got her kiss in as well. They each hugged and kissed Tony, too. He
    immediately wiped his face off afterwards.
    	Dad shook our hands and wished us a safe and fun trip. I also
    gave him a hug. I gave my Mom and hug and a kiss and she reciprocated.
    I couldn't leave without saying goodbye to Cotton, so I picked him up
    and kissed him on the head, too. Tony and I then followed Lisa out to
    the car and got in with her. At long last we were headed for the
    airport.
    	We had less than an hour to get to the airport, get our luggage
    checked in and get on the plane. Lisa risked getting her first speeding
    ticket as she raced down the freeway to get to the airport on time.
    Luckily for her, and us, she made it in spite of having to contend with
    the early morning rush traffic that was starting to increase. She
    parked the car and then opened up the trunk. I had two large bags to be
    checked in, plus my carry-on, which contained a supply of disposable
    diapers and wipes as well as my headset tape player and a couple books.
    	Lisa lugged my largest bag up to the terminal building while I
    carried my second bag and carry-on. Tony's hands were full, too. As he
    packed disposables, he only needed to check one bag and his carry-on.
    We entered the terminal building and located the check-in desk. After
    this we hurried up to the concourse.
    	Once again we were at the metal detector. I recalled how last
    time I was here at the airport I was wearing a soiled diaper and
    walking funny, so I was scanned over by a wand. My smelly diaper was
    quite offensive to the guard, I recalled with amusement. This time I
    simply walked through without getting beeped, as did Tony and Lisa.
    	"Okay guys, this way," Lisa escorted us to the gate. I was
    surprised to see that there were so many passengers waiting to board
    the flight so early in the morning. Many of them appeared to be
    business travelers. The incoming flight was expected to arrive on time,
    which was good. In fact, it was rolling into the gate when we arrived.
    	The flight we were getting on was heading to San Francisco, where
    there would be a short layover before heading from there to Los
    Angeles. I knew by then both Tony and I would be due for a diaper
    change and the time in between flights would be useful for this
    purpose.
    	The boarding call was made and children who were flying alone
    were instructed to board first.
    	"That's you guys," Lisa said. Looking around, there were few
    children, and they were all with their parents, so Tony and I were the
    only ones who boarded. I gave Lisa a hug goodbye, but she was kind
    enough to refrain from kissing me, although she did blow us each a
    kiss.
    	"Have fun, guys!" Lisa said as she watched Tony and me walking to
    the gate and onto the plane. The stewardess escorted us to our seats
    and asked us what we were doing flying to San Francisco alone. She was
    apparently making small talk to make us more comfortable.
    	"We're actually headed to L.A.," I said.
    	"Yeah, we're gonna be in magazine ads," Tony said.
    	"Oh, really!" the stewardess said excitedly. "What will you be
    advertising?"
    	"Uhhh, it's for boys' fashions," I said, not wanting to tell the
    stewardess that it was for diapers.
    	"We won a contest," Tony added.
    	"Ahh, I see," said the stewardess. "What is the product you'll be
    advertising? That way I'll watch for the ads, and then I can tell all
    my friends when I see it in a magazine that I helped the boys who are
    in that ad board the plane!"
    	"Well, actually, the company's called CKM Products," I explained.
    I then hesitated. "But the ad will probably show the product by its
    name instead. They're called, uhh, Thickies."
    	"Thickies?" The stewardess said, questioning the name. "Sounds
    sort of like a brand of-- well, not to embarrass you boys or anything,
    but it sounds sort of like the name of a diaper or something," she
    said.
    	"Well, that's what it is," Tony said. The stewardess could tell
    that we were embarrassed. She then smiled at us to put us at ease.
    	"You probably didn't think they made diapers for older boys like
    us, huh?" I said nervously.
    	"Actually, just between you and me, my brother used to wet the
    bed when he was a kid and he had to wear diapers. Back then people
    didn't talk about older kids needing diapers, but now it sounds like
    companies are bringing it out in the open."
    	Tony and I thanked the stewardess for her understanding. At this
    time the other passengers started to board and the stewardess continued
    on with her duties.
    	Tony and I looked at each other and exchanged smiles and high-
    fives.
    	"This is it, man!" Tony said. "We're finally doing it! We're
    finally going to California!"
    	"Yeah! *We* are going to California! I didn't think you'd be
    sitting here next to me on this flight," I said. "I'd hate to be doing
    this alone, thinking about you being stuck at home all this time."
    	While we waited for the rest of the passengers to board Tony
    confessed and admitted that he felt jealous about only me going, but I
    let him know I appreciated his good sportsmanship for it. Knowing this
    made me feel even better that he was on the flight with me.
    	The plane rolled away from the gate and out onto the tarmac, and
    soon we were airborne, getting the safety lecture, of course. I looked
    out the window and watched Boise disappear into the distance as we
    headed over the vast expanse of sagebrush south of town, finally on our
    way to California.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 66
    ---------------------------

    	The flight between Boise and San Francisco went smoothly and
    without incident. Tony and I could hardly talk about anything other
    than our anticipation for what would lie ahead for us. A man in a
    business suit sitting next to Tony got to listen to our conversation
    about diapers. While he looked like he was trying to tune us out while
    reading his copies of TIME and Business Week, I could see him sneaking
    glances over at us every now and then. Upon landing in San Francisco we
    were both due for diaper changes and we planned to do this during the
    short time that we would have between flights. For the man next to Tony
    as well as the other neighboring passengers who had to smell our dirty
    diapers during the flight while sitting in such close quarters, any
    such diaper changes would come too late for them. My diapers were
    loaded with runny stool which I must have let loose while somewhere
    over Nevada, and Tony was in the same condition.
    	Once we were off the plane in San Francisco Tony and I located
    the nearest bathroom. We were completely disoriented, not really having
    any idea where we were. The airport was very busy and it wasn't easy
    finding our way through the throngs of people. A couple minutes later
    we finally located a bathroom and went in.
    	Call it culture shock if you will, but Tony and I, both having
    been born and raised in Idaho, were not prepared for the type of people
    we saw in the bathroom. It was mostly a group of punk teenagers whose
    brethren back home in Boise were fewer and farther between than here.
    One kid with green spiked hair looked at us strangely as we entered the
    bathroom, each of us carrying our diaper bags.
    	"Whatcha got in them bags?" he asked us as his nose ring glared
    in the fluorescent lights of the bathroom.
    	"Uhh, Tony, I think we'd better find another bathroom," I said
    nervously.
    	"Are you, like, lost?" another one of the strange freaks said.
    The group then began laughing.
    	"They're looking for their Mommy and Daddy," another one said.
    	It didn't take Tony and I long to realize that we made a poor
    choice in selecting a bathroom. Meanwhile, I wet my diaper some more.
    It felt even heavier and bulkier between my legs as it absorbed more
    pee. I was starting to stink bad enough to be smelled from over twenty
    feet away. I at least wanted to have a clean diaper on for the courtesy
    of any passengers who would be seated around me on the flight to Los
    Angeles.
    	Tony and I tried to find another bathroom, and when we did we
    were pleased to see that it contained more civilized people. It was
    crowded and all the stalls were in use. We stood and waited for one
    stall to open up. While Tony and I waited we noticed that there were
    two sets of legs in one stall. One set of appeared to belong to an
    older boy, judging by the size of his feet and that he was wearing
    juvenile-looking crew socks The other legs belonged to his father,
    presumably. He was wearing dress shoes and slacks.
    	"That's a good boy," the man in the stall said. "After you're
    changed you'll be good for at least until we land in Denver."
    	We saw the father set on the floor a soiled, wadded-up diaper
    that was large enough to fit Tony or me. Tony and I looked at each
    other, silently acknowledging to each other that we enjoyed what we
    were seeing. How I wished I could have watched the boy in that stall
    get his diaper changed. We waited to see what the boy looked like in
    spite of the fact that two other stalls had become available. He and
    his father came out of the stall. The boy looked to be about 10 and he
    was wearing shorts. I could see his diaper showing well above the
    waistband of his shorts, especially as his shirt was still rolled up.
    His father then made an adjustment to the boy's shirt. I could also see
    it in the seat that the boy was well diapered as his butt stood out
    about like mine and Tony's diapers made our butts stand out. We both
    agreed that they had to be Thickies diapers. The boy's knees were
    wobbly and he had some difficulty walking. At first I thought it was
    from his thick diaper that caused him to walk funny.
    	"Cerebral Palsy," Tony said, having determined the boy's
    condition and thus his need for diapers. Tony and I both went into the
    stall together, catching the stares of some people who must have
    wondered why two boys of the same age went in there together. We were
    hundreds of miles away from home and nobody knew us here anyway, so we
    really didn't care. Tony and I checked each other's diapers to decide
    who was in the greatest need to be changed first. We both agreed that I
    was the poopiest and the stinkiest, though Tony's diaper was no bed of
    roses, either.
    	Since the stall walls left the first foot of space from the floor
    open, as most stalls do, Tony took my diaper off and wiped me clean
    while I remained standing so observers-- such as Tony and me when we
    were watching the other boy get his diaper changed-- would not get a
    free peep show of sorts, or in my case, a poop show. Tony was taking
    his time cleaning my butt and rubbing my crotch. It was awkward doing
    this in a busy airport bathroom, but I was enjoying it and getting a
    good hard-on from it. Tony then had me diapered and ready to go for the
    flight to Los Angeles.
    	When it became my turn to change Tony's diaper, I also applied
    the same attention to Tony's dirty butt and made him get hard. My
    leisurely diaper change performance on Tony was cut short when they
    announced over the intercom that our flight was boarding.
    	"Shit, I'm gonna have to hurry," I said. I got Tony cleaned up
    and then I got him diapered. Even though I rarely handled my own
    diapers or anyone else's I managed to get Tony's diaper on him tightly
    and securely, especially under the circumstances.
    	When we opened the stall door we were greeted by a kid who looked
    to be a little older than us. He must have also been from out of area
    and had come to San Francisco with the attitude that everyone who lives
    in or comes to San Francisco is gay or something.
    	"Have fun in there, boys?" he said to us in a mocking homosexual-
    type voice, making all the stereotypical gestures along with it. Both
    Tony and I were carrying our soiled diapers to dispose of in the
    garbage as we left the stall.
    	Tony then took my diaper from me and he looked at the smart-assed
    kid before we exited the stall so that he could enter.
    	"You must be the attendant," Tony said to the kid. "Here's your
    tip." With this Tony quickly handed the two wadded-up shit- and piss-
    filled diapers to the kid. Acting on impulse, the kid took them in his
    hands, which was when he realized what they were. Tony and I shot out
    of there and didn't stay long enough to find out what he did with our
    soiled diapers at that point. We had a plane to catch.
    	We made it to the gate with five minutes to spare and we got our
    seats on the plane. From San Francisco it took longer for the plane to
    get in the air once we were out on the tarmac than it did in Boise, but
    soon we were aloft and heading towards Los Angeles.
    	The last leg of the flight went fairly quickly and soon our plane
    had touched down in Los Angeles. It took several minutes for the plane
    to get to the huge terminal building, but before long we were off the
    plane. We were expected to meet with Linda White, the CKM
    Representative who had met with us last spring. It was nice to see a
    familiar face in the sea of people as Linda waved to Tony and me to get
    our attention.
    	"All right, you boys made it!" Linda said to us with a big,
    professional smile as she shook our hands. She asked us how the flight
    was and how our summer had gone, just some small talk to break the ice.
    Linda told us that there were two other boys from San Francisco on our
    flight, so we waited until they stepped off the plane. Linda greeted
    them as well. Their names were Doug and Bryan. Doug was nine years old
    and was accompanied by his mother. Bryan was eleven and on his own,
    though it appeared that he had joined Doug to keep each other company.
    	"Do any of you boys need to change?" Linda asked us delicately,
    knowing that we were amid of hundreds of passengers milling around us.
    Tony and I told her that we had changed our diapers in San Francisco
    and would be okay for the time being. Bryan also reported that he was
    okay, but Doug was in need of a change. His mother took him into the
    women's restroom. Bryan was evidently accustomed to going into female
    territory to get his diapers changed as he fully cooperated in
    following his mother to the restroom. A few minutes later they both
    came out. A few people did double-takes as they saw a boy emerge from
    the women's restroom.
    	Linda then escorted us through the frenzied, busy airport and led
    us to the baggage claim area. On the way there Tony and I introduced
    ourselves to the other boys and they introduced themselves as well. I
    could hear the crinkling and I could also see their Thickies diapers
    clearly showing through their shorts.
    	Once Tony and I had our bags as well as the other two boys Linda
    led us out of the terminal building and to the parking garage. There,
    we climbed into a company van emblazoned with the CKM Products logo.
    The drive to the hotel where we would be staying took awhile because of
    the heavy traffic. This gave Tony and I a chance to get to know the
    other boys a little more. Among other more mundane topics such as
    school and hobbies, we discussed our reasons for wearing diapers. Doug
    had encopresis and Bryan had cerebral palsy. Tony and I told the other
    boys that we were bedwetters, which was the case for us now, but we
    didn't want to explain in front of Doug's mother that our needs for
    wearing diapers were artificially induced. We figured there would be
    time later on to tell the boys more details and the truth about our
    diaper histories.
    	The hotel looked to be a very nice place, but not overly stuffy
    or formal, which was actually good since I would have felt out of my
    element otherwise. Linda got us checked in and then she showed us to
    our room. Tony and I would be sharing a room with Bryan and one other
    boy whom Linda had yet to pick up on her next trip to the airport. Doug
    and his Mom were getting a room of their own.
    	We went into the elevator and went up to the eighth floor. Linda
    then issued one key to each of us. I opened up the door using my key
    and then we went into the room. It was quite spacious. It had two beds
    and other furnishings. Of course it had a bathroom, but it would only
    be used for brushing teeth and taking showers. The toilet, with its
    seat covered in sanitary wrapping, would likely still have its wrapping
    left on it for the entire time we would be there. The toilet paper
    supply would also likely remain unchanged. It would make things easier
    for the maids, that's for sure.
    	The room offered plenty of things to do. There was a large stereo
    TV and a wide selection of movies to choose from. There was a small
    refrigerator stocked with soda and other beverages and other snacks
    which were also provided. Linda told us that there were video games,
    tennis courts, a swimming pool and other amenities available at the
    hotel to help keep us entertained until this evening. By then all of
    the boys chosen to appear in the Thickies advertising were expected to
    have arrived and be settled in. At that time we would all convene in
    one of the hotel's conference rooms and have dinner afterwards. Before
    Linda left she told us to not leave the hotel and wander off, not that
    we wanted to since we had no idea where anything was around here.
    	After Linda left us alone in our room Tony and I decided to rest
    up after being on the go since early this morning. Bryan invited us to
    join him in a game of pool, but Tony and I told him we'd catch up to
    him later. With this he left the room and left Tony and me alone. I
    took off my shorts as did Tony, and we decided to stay in just our
    diapers and our shirts for awhile. I was only wet at this point and I
    didn't need to change my diaper. I didn't want to waste it and remove
    it until I had wet it some more and also pooped in it.
    	Tony and I decided to use the bed closest to the window. In just
    our diapers, shirts and socks we both crashed on the bed together.
    Before we did, we jacked each other off and then remained lying close
    to each other as we both drifted into a snooze after talking about the
    trip. We didn't intend to fall asleep, we just wanted to take a little
    pause for refreshment. As it turned out we ended up sleeping for over
    an hour. Bryan returned to the room while Tony and I were sleeping.
    Tony had his arm over my back and I had my hand on Tony's diapered butt
    when Bryan's entry into the room woke me up.
    	"Hey guys! I was just...oh, whoops, sorry," I heard him say. He
    probably wondered what Tony and I had been doing while he was gone when
    he saw that we lay so close to each other and had our arms crossed.
    	"Oh shit, I was asleep," I said groggily upon realizing that I
    dozed off. I moved my hand off of Tony's behind.
    	"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you guys," Bryan apologized.
    	"Oh no, it's not that, I just didn't plan on falling asleep," I
    said.
    	"Me, neither," Tony said. "Thanks for the wake-up call."
    	"Any time," Bryan said awkwardly. Very likely he probably didn't
    want to acknowledge that he caught Tony and I in a somewhat
    compromising position.
    	"You guys mind if I change my diaper?" Bryan asked us.
    	"No, go ahead," I said. "We're all boys, aren't we?"
    	"Last I checked," Bryan replied with a slight chuckle.
    	Bryan then stripped off his shorts to reveal the heavy, sagging
    diaper that he was wearing underneath. He turned around and showed his
    butt to us. While I felt he did this to show off his diapered butt like
    I enjoyed doing, he was probably doing it since he probably felt he'd
    rather expose his backside to us than his genitals. I was hoping he
    would have a poop-covered butt, but it appeared that he only wet his
    diaper this time. I wanted to know if he ever pooped in his diapers
    since it seemed so wasteful to me for a diaper to get taken off without
    being pooped in.
    	Bryan continued to handle his own diaper change. I wanted to
    offer assistance as did Tony, but we didn't want to make him feel
    uncomfortable. He didn't seem to need help as he got his own diaper on
    without any difficulty.
    	"You guys up to shooting some pool?" Bryan asked us.
    	"Sure," I said. Tony also agreed to join Bryan. We got up from
    the bed and put our shorts and our shoes back on. We then followed
    Bryan to the rec room. It was a large room which consisted of several
    pool tables, foosball, video games and other diversions. There were
    several other kids there, some accompanied by parents, so this was
    clearly a family-oriented hotel. Over the next hour or so we got to
    know Bryan better and we talked about most things boys talked about.
    Brian kicked both of our diapered butts at pool, but we still had fun.
    After playing games for awhile we each had a cold drink at the snack
    bar and then went back up to the room. Bryan took his shorts off and
    asked us if we minded.
    	"Not at all," I said. I began taking my shorts off, too, as did
    Tony.
    	"Shit, if Tony and I don't have to wear pants or shorts, then we
    don't. I spend as much time in just my diapers as possible."
    	"Me, too," Tony said.
    	"So do I," Bryan added. "I guess we're all in agreement that
    we're more comfortable in just our diapers."
    	With this we shook hands and established a friendship. Granted,
    it would only last while we were all here, but we figured we'd stay in
    touch and write letters after we parted ways. I had to change my diaper
    now that I had pooped in it. I got my changing pad out of my bag and
    spread it out on the floor. I lay down on it and Tony went to work.
    Bryan looked like he was tempted to watch but he probably didn't want
    me to know his intentions.
    	"It's okay, I don't mind if you watch," I told him. He accepted
    my openness and proceeded to observe while Tony removed my disposable
    diaper and revealed the wet, poopy mess in it.
    	"Full timer, eh?" Bryan said.
    	"Oh yeah, I do everything in my diapers," I said with a smile.
    	"Me, too," Bryan said. "I've never touched a toilet except to
    puke in it, which isn't often."
    	"I wish I could say that," I said. "There was a short period of
    my life when I actually used toilets, not that I wanted to."
    	Now was the time to talk about each others' diapers. Tony put me
    in a Thickies disposable diaper while I told Bryan about my diaper
    history and how it all started four years ago. Tony also explained to
    Bryan how he started wearing diapers almost four years ago in pretty
    much the same fashion, this that he didn't have to endure punishment
    for it at first.
    	By the time Tony and I finished talking about our diaper
    histories we had changed each other and were sitting on the bed across
    from Bryan. He enjoyed our stories very much as I could see from the
    tent that formed in the front of his diaper. He thought it was
    interesting that neither of us needed to wear diapers at first and that
    we just wanted to wear them. Bryan couldn't believe that we let our
    sisters change our diapers.
    	"I have two brothers," he said. "I never thought about what it
    would be like to have a sister."
    	"Mine tease me a lot about it," I said. "But they enjoy changing
    my diapers, too," I said.
    	"How do you feel about it?" Bryan asked.
    	"I like it the attention they give me and all the cute names they
    call me," I said as I blushed.
    	Tony then brought up the fact that he and I both had our arms
    over each other when Bryan came in.
    	"Oh, no need to be embarrassed about that," Bryan said. He
    further explained that his best friend wears diapers, too and that they
    also enjoyed being in close proximity to each other while in their
    diapers.
    	"Too bad he didn't make it down here with you," Tony remarked. "I
    barely made it myself since I got rejected at first."
    	"My friend didn't want to be in a bunch of magazines appearing in
    diapers, so he didn't even go to the tryouts," Bryan said.
    	A few minutes later someone knocked at the door. I got up and
    peered through the peep hole. I could see that it was Linda and another
    boy. Presumably this was the boy she had gone back to get at the
    airport.
    	"It's Linda," I said, in case anyone wanted to cover up before I
    let her in. We all remained in just our diapers as I opened the door.
    	Linda introduced us to John, who became the fourth boy to be
    housed in our room.
    	"I can see you three boys have made yourselves comfortable,"
    Linda said, inferring that we had all elected to remove our shorts. She
    then kindly informed us that we would be called to the meeting in the
    conference room in about an hour from now and should be ready to go
    then.
    	John seemed quiet and shy, but we did what we could to make him
    feel welcome. We introduced ourselves and went through the whole get-
    acquainted thing all over again, including our reasons for wearing
    diapers. John then loosened up a little. He was twelve years old. He
    had been kept in diapers all his life for failing to cooperate with
    toilet training after he was four years old. He mentioned that he was
    diagnosed with encopresis and was kept in diapers without ever touching
    a toilet again. He had flown in from Portland, Oregon.
    	He went into the bathroom to change his diaper, but upon coming
    out he left his shorts behind, seeing that the rest of us were more
    comfortable without anything over our diapers. We sat on the beds and
    watched part of a movie for the remaining time we had before going to
    the meeting. Shortly before we were called to come down to the meeting
    we all put our shorts back on along with our Thickies logo T-shirts
    that had been issued to us at the auditions as we had been told to
    bring along. We then left the room and headed down to the conference
    room.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 67
    ---------------------------

    	The conference room was full of kids and adults alike. Only
    twenty-four of us were actually the chosen finalists, but there were
    several other kids there. It was easy to pick out the finalists by the
    fact that we all had on the Thickies T-shirts. Even without the shirts
    I could tell who some of the finalists were. Examining the bulge
    underneath a few of the boys' shorts as they came in, I could tell that
    these boys were diapered up. Tony and I were the only two chosen from
    the Boise area so I didn't recognize any of the other boys. The rest of
    the attendees were parents, brothers and sisters.
    	A banner with the CKM Products and the Thickies logo was put up
    on the wall. Linda and one other representative appeared at the front
    of the room and they both introduced themselves. Linda's son was also
    there as were two other boys, who were the sons of the other
    representative. Even while appearing before the rest of us, all these
    boys had on were Thickies T-shirts and, of course, Thickies diapers.
    Linda's son and one other boy had on cloth diapers, neatly and
    abundantly pinned on. The other boy was in a disposable diaper. None of
    them seemed to be nervous at all.
    	"Good evening," Arlene, the other representative, addressed the
    group. "So you all made it, congratulations! You guys are the
    finalists!" she said to us with a smile.
    	"Now that we're all here, let's get to know one another," Arlene
    said. With this she called to the front of the room the twenty-four
    boys who were the finalists. A row of twenty-four chairs lined the
    front of the room. It wasn't until we were all up there that I
    determined that it was an all-boys group. We were each then issued a
    name badge to pin onto our shirts. We were instructed not to lose the
    badges as they would be required for entry into the CKM Products
    facilities, which was where we would be going to tomorrow.
    	"Before I have the boys introduce themselves, I want to take this
    time to address a particular matter that has been a topic of moderate
    debate between us at CKM and some of the parents," Arlene said. "I'm
    sure you have all noticed that all twenty-four of our finalists are
    boys. Quite honestly, we expected more boys to participate and, well,
    they did, quite an overwhelming majority, in fact. For those of you who
    think we're being biased towards the boys here, well, in all honesty we
    did have both boys and girls in mind at the outset of this venture,
    even though CKM Products does specialize in boys fashions and has, in
    fact, sold off its entire girls fashions division. The plain and simple
    truth is, there just weren't very many girls who submitted
    applications, questionnaires, surveys and tracking logs. Some of the
    parents who contacted us also indicated that diapers shouldn't be so
    big and bulky that no other clothing can be worn over them, and it
    seems girls who need protection desire something far more modest than
    what we offer. Boys, on the other hand, are much less modest, as we
    found out. We have already determined this by the higher number of
    pajamas we sold for girls over boys, many of whom opt for just
    underwear, or diapers. We also found out that boys are more apt to wear
    diapers voluntarily based on our extensive market research."
    	At this time Arlene directed someone to turn on the projector
    that descended from a recessed compartment up in the ceiling. A screen
    also dropped down from the ceiling. It, too, was motorized. After the
    screen was down and the projector was turned on it projected a chart on
    the screen. The lights were dimmed as Arlene pointed out with a laser
    pointer several numbers gathered from their market research. A few more
    charts were shown as Arlene presented their information.
    	"...so we determined where our target market clearly lies, and of
    course we want to make sure our target market is appropriately
    represented. Having made a reasonably sound conclusion that most users
    of our diaper products are boys, we shifted the entire focus of our
    advertising campaign onto the boys' market and decided to only use boy
    models for the diapers."
    	Everyone seemed to agree with this validation for using all boys
    in the advertising, though one parent did ask if at a later time there
    would be advertising that would feature girls.
    	"We are keeping ourselves open to that possibility, and we think
    that after the advertising hits, this may draw more interest from the
    girls' market, but we'll have to monitor and research the overall
    market to determine if it's viable or not to pursue the girls' market,
    as, quite honestly, it seems very minimal at this point," Arlene
    replied in a business-like manner.
    	There were no other questions. Arlene then proceeded to give us
    all the opportunity to introduce ourselves. The lights went on again
    and the screen and projector both went back up. Each of us stood up,
    stated our name, our age, where we were from, and the type of diapers
    we wore as well as our reasons for wearing them. The ages ranged from
    six to fourteen and the reasons for wearing diapers were varied, but
    all very interesting, not to mention hard-on inducing.
    	After the introduction, we all returned to our seats. We were
    then shown three videos, the first of which gave us an overview of the
    CKM company. This one was rather boring as it covered the business
    aspects of the corporation such as its stock value, sales, etc., but
    the second video was far better as it explained the creation and the
    development of the diapers that we would be advertising.
    	The third video was, in my opinion, the best of them all. This
    one explained the ultimate goal of CKM's venture to manufacture and
    market diapers for older kids. The best part of all was that CKM had
    ambitious plans to form an organization to promote awareness and
    acceptance of older kids who wear diapers. There was a discussion on
    this topic after the video. Linda took the spotlight, so to speak, to
    explain the purpose of the organization and how it would work. She
    accompanied her explanation with a series of slides as the projector
    and screen came back down. The first slide was shown with the acronym
    D.B.A. printed across it.
    	"The organization we are establishing is called D.B.A., for now,
    that is," Linda started. She then produced another overhead slide which
    showed what D.B.A. stands for.
    	"'D.B.A. stands for 'Diapered Boys of America.' At first it was
    going to be called D.K.A., or 'Diapered Kids of America', but since we
    shifted our marketing focus to all boys, we decided to designate it as
    a boys-only group.
    	"I will explain what this organization is all about. My son Bobby
    and I have been working very diligently on developing ways to help make
    the general public more aware of older kids-- well, boys at least-- who
    wear diapers. Bobby, especially, has been very dedicated in his work
    towards this goal."
    	Linda continued to explain the D.B.A. group. Her presentation was
    punctuated by the use of several computer-graphic slides that were
    projected onto the screen.
    	"Our primary purpose is to create a nationwide, and eventually, a
    worldwide support group for boys like you who wear diapers, and to make
    the public aware of the fact that there are older kids who wear diapers
    for whatever reason, whether it be for bedwetting, encopresis, spina
    bifida, cerebral palsy, or just because, well, you just want to wear
    diapers. We want to spread the word that diapers aren't just for
    babies. We're prepared to face the challenges and the opposition that
    traditional parenting groups will present us, just as we have already
    done with those who have objected to our decision to advertise such
    diapers and to advertise them so openly to kids. I don't want to say
    that we lost the battle to include our advertising on television,
    because we haven't given up on that. I'll cover this in more detail as
    we go on.
    	"We wish to promote the use of diapers to parents as an
    alternative to toilet training if their kids would rather wear diapers.
    Our research has indicated that many users of our products went through
    unpleasant experiences during their toilet training years because they
    wanted to wear diapers, but were force to give them up due to the
    general expectation that kids be out of diapers and use the toilet by a
    certain age. We feel that too much emphasis is placed on toilet
    training and when the child is uncooperative it causes grief for both
    the parents and the children alike. We want to overcome the stigma that
    parents face by having kids past a certain age who are 'still in
    diapers.' We want to make it acceptable for kids to wear diapers at any
    age without society ostracizing these kids and their parents because of
    how they choose to eliminate their bodily wastes, that is, if they even
    have the choice. You will receive in your packets of materials our
    mission statement towards this very ambitious goal, which we recognize
    will be controversial. Again, we are prepared to deal with the
    opposition."
    	"Now, don't let any of that scare you away from joining the
    organization. We are not going to expect you all to go out and rally
    for this cause on street corners in your diapers or burn down day care
    centers that mandate toilet training or to pass out literature. While
    many will consider us to be a radical group, our infusion into the
    mainstream society will be a gradual one and we will not encourage
    violence or any illegal activities to promote our cause. We wish to
    remain a passive, but ever-present group among parents and kids. We
    will be counting on our members in communities, big and small, to
    promote our organization and its purposes. We want to make a bold and
    strong statement with those who do take notice of our group. That is
    why we are using Thickies diapers to promote this cause.
    	"This is where you all come in. You twenty-four boys who are
    sitting in this front row are the seeds we are planting to make this
    organization grow, and we will be counting on you to get things
    started. All of you are automatically eligible members of the proposed
    organization. For those of you who are at least twelve years of age,
    you are eligible to become Official Club Directors. For those of you
    who are under 12, you may still be an Official Club Director, but only
    under the guidance of a parent or guardian until you turn twelve.
    Alternately, if those of you who are under twelve know of someone who
    is old enough to be an independent Director we encourage you to have
    him participate in this capacity. It is our Directors who will be the
    flagships of this ambitious mission."
    	Linda stopped for a moment to take a drink of water. She looked
    out into the room and saw that a few people were uncertain about what
    this meeting was really about.
    	"I see some blank faces out there among the parents," Linda said.
    "I know it sounds like I am assimilating your sons into this
    organization, but rest assured, there is no requirement that any of
    them join the club. I realize our mission will be met with opposition
    by traditional parents, and some of you may not be willing to have your
    sons campaign for the advocacy to wear diapers and to shun toilet
    training or to spread the word that they wear diapers out of need. As I
    stated earlier, in no way will we condone violent, illegal or immoral
    behavior among our members or encourage them to engage in activities
    that would put them at risk. When your son receives his packet we
    encourage you to take the time to read the information provided, as
    reading it will likely put your concerns at ease. We have considered
    many of the concerns we'd expect parents to have and we have addressed
    them."
    	As much as I was enjoying hearing about this organization, I had
    to admit that Linda was getting rather long-winded. She continued with
    her presentation with the charts and graphs.
    	"Now, let's move on to discussing how memberships work. I will
    state it again, there is *no* obligation to join this organization
    whatsoever, but any of you who wish to join will receive a newsletter
    each month and will be given the materials to help locate other kids in
    your area who wear diapers. The organization will offer several
    membership levels. Those of you who opt for higher-tier membership
    levels will be entitled to other privileges as well. Directors will
    receive all privileges along with carrying out responsibilities, such
    as conducting regular meetings with club members in their locales. A
    detailed explanation on the various membership levels and their dues
    will also be included in the packets that will be distributed at the
    end of this meeting. I will also cover this information up here.
    	"Please be aware that D.B.A. is not, from a business standpoint,
    affiliated in any way with CKM Products, that is, it is not a profit-
    making entity, but it is merely a support and advocacy group. We do not
    require that its members even use our products. We do, however, plan to
    gather information through surveys from those who use our products in
    order to seek new members and to encourage those who do not use or are
    not familiar with our products to try them out after they sign up for
    memberships.
    	Linda then presented some other details about what being a member
    would involve. She explained in more detail what being a Club Director
    entailed. Primarily, Club Directors would establish local D.B.A.
    chapters. The local chapters would hold periodic meetings and get
    together and do fun things every now and then. This was something that
    Tony and me were both very extremely interested in and hoped our
    parents would let us start a local D.B.A. group in our area. We already
    had Bryce in mind as a prospective member and hopefully we could
    contact the boys we met at summer camp. Maybe we'd find a few diaper-
    wearers in junior high and get them to join.
    	In closing of this part of the meeting, Linda explained to us how
    we would always be in close contact with her and Bobby to help us with
    any questions or concerns we might have after we got our groups going.
    They would check up on us regularly and have us provide feedback.
    They'd keep us well-informed on how the organization as a whole is
    doing and what it is doing to proliferate its presence throughout the
    country.
    	"And finally, I have one more point to cover before we adjourn,"
    Linda said as she had to keep her voice "fresh" by taking more sips of
    water. While everyone was hoping she was finishing up, they were glad
    to know that she was almost finished.
    	"Now, if I haven't already lost your attention by now, you might
    recall that at the beginning I stated that 'for now' the group is going
    to be called D.B.A., or 'Diaper Boys of America.' The reason I said
    'for now' is because, well, we think you guys can come up with
    something better. We will offer members the opportunity to submit their
    own suggestions for what our proposed organization will ultimately be
    called. Once things get established we will send the Directors the
    information they will need. So start thinking about it now, what you
    think the group should be called."
    	"Okay, well, I know you're all anxious to get out of here. Before
    we adjourn, I'll take people's questions."
    	Several questions, as expected, were brought up after Linda's
    interesting, but quite lengthy presentation of the proposed D.B.A.
    organization. Some parents still had concerns about their sons making
    such a bold presence among their peers and within their communities
    promoting diapers over using toilets. Most parents seemed to be put at
    ease with Linda's addressing of their concerns. Several of the boys had
    questions as well, including Tony and me.
    	Throughout the meeting I also noticed that some the parents and
    the non-diapered kids who were in the room had left the room at some
    point to use the facilities, while none of the twenty-four boys
    representing Thickies diapers ever did. I looked at the boy in the
    disposable diaper and I could tell that he had wet in it. At the close
    of the meeting the packets were distributed.
    	By this time everyone was restless and hungry, so the meeting was
    adjourned at last. We were escorted to the restaurant in the hotel.
    Being that it was a family hotel, there were lots of kids in the
    restaurant and there was certainly no formal dress code. Still, I felt
    funny wearing a T-shirt that read THICKIES across it so prominently
    while sitting at the table. At least we were in a private banquet room
    that was separate from the main dining area of the restaurant.
    	Tony, Bryan, John and I all had a table to ourselves while the
    other boys who roomed together also appeared to gather at their own
    tables. These were large, round tables with plenty of elbow room for
    eating. The rest of the younger kids who had their parents with them
    occupied the other tables in the banquet room. We were told to order
    anything we wanted on the menu, so of course Tony and I took advantage
    of this and each ordered the London broil, very good, to say the least.
    Of course we didn't stop here and we ordered ice cream sundaes for
    dessert afterwards. How nice it was to be pampered, although we were
    Thickied, in this instance.
    	After dinner was over we were given an hour break, during which
    time we could either play games or return to our rooms. Tony and I were
    so excited about becoming Directors for this new organization that we
    spent the entire time reading through the materials we were given at
    the end of the meeting. We didn't even take time to change our dirty
    and smelly diapers. We just stripped off our shorts and sat around in
    our diapers while we read about all the things that we would be doing
    in the club. Both of us would be very dedicated to promoting diapers as
    an alternative to toilets (to boys, of course) and encouraging parents
    to allow their kids (boys) to wear diapers. We were so excited about
    our prospects with forming such a club that we both jacked each other
    off over thinking about it, especially as the group was geared so that
    its advocacy would be directed towards boys, hopefully boys only.
    	When the hour was up we re-adjourned in the conference room
    briefly to discuss what we would be doing tomorrow and what we could
    expect. Given the odors that I smelled all around the conference room,
    I could tell that many of the other boys had also used their diapers in
    the last hour but had opted not to change them just yet. We were given
    the opportunity to ask questions, which many of us had.
    	"Your wake-up calls will come at 6:00 AM, boys," Arlene told us,
    then she repeated it with just as much emphasis. "We'll have breakfast
    and then we'll board the bus to the CKM Products facility. So don't
    stay up all night, because you all have a very big day ahead of you."
    	At this point we returned to our rooms. We still had a couple
    hours left before our curfew went into effect. We were told that Linda
    and Arlene would check on those of us who were not with parents to make
    sure we were in our rooms at that time.
    	"What do you guys want to do?" Bryan asked us while we walked
    towards the elevator.
    	"I dunno," I said. "I'm kind of tired."
    	"Me, too," Tony said. Tony then winked at me. I had a feeling
    that he was getting horny. I had a hard-on as I thought about hopefully
    being alone in the room with Tony again.
    	"John and I were gonna go swimming and thought you might want to
    join us," Bryan suggested.
    	"Thanks, but maybe tomorrow," I said. Tony also nodded to echo my
    response.
    	"Did you bring your swim diapers?" Bryan asked us.
    	"Yeah we did, just in case we felt up to swimming,"
    	"Okay, no problem," Bryan said. "We're just going up the room to
    change into our swim diapers."
    	"Hey, let's see if we can beat you guys to the room," Bryce said.
    "John and I will run up the stairs and see if we get there before the
    elevator does,."
    	"You're on!" Tony said. "But you have to wait until the elevator
    doors close."
    	"That's fair," Bryan said. With this, he and John waited at the
    bottom of the stairs next to the elevator. Tony and I then got in the
    elevator. We weren't expecting to have other riders join us, but before
    the door closed a lady and her daughter, who looked to be about eight
    or nine, joined us.
    	I offered to activate the floor button for the lady and asked her
    which floor she was going to.
    	"Ninth floor, please," she said. With this I pressed it. At least
    her floor was past ours and we wouldn't lose the race against Bryan and
    John as long as nobody else stopped the elevator.
    	With the doors closed, the race was on. The elevator moved
    upwards, going past floor number 2, 3, 4, 5...
    	The elevator then stopped. I expected the 6 to light up, but it
    never did, and the doors never opened. It didn't take Tony and I long
    to realize that there was a problem. We were stuck in the damn
    elevator!
    	"Oh shit," Tony muttered. The woman and her daughter looked at us
    funny.
    	"Mom, we're stuck!" the girl panicked and started crying.
    	"Relax, honey, it won't be long before someone comes to fix the
    elevator," she said. With this she picked up the emergency phone and
    called for assistance.
    	For the next twenty minutes or so we waited in that small box
    suspended somewhere between the fifth and sixth floors. Clearly we had
    lost the race at this point. Tony and I didn't care. We just wanted to
    get out of there.
    	The elevator was completely quiet other than when the adjacent
    elevator car passed by (further making us wish we had used it instead).
    After a couple minutes of awkward silence we engaged in small talk with
    the other two, with the woman initiating the dialog.
    	"Where you boys from?" she asked.
    	"Boise, Idaho," I said.
    	"What brings you here to southern California?"
    	"We're going to be in magazine ads," Tony said proudly.
    	"What for?" the lady asked. I knew she would want to know. I
    figured she might as well know since I'll be soon be making national
    appearances in my diapers anyway.
    	"Diapers," I said.
    	"Diapers?" the woman asked, then laughed, as did her daughter.
    "You must be playing the part of some older brother or something then."
    	"No, we're modeling the diapers," Tony said proudly.
    	"Really?" the lady said, sounding stunned.
    	The girl started giggling. "You're too old to wear diapers!" she
    said to Tony.
    	"You wanna make a bet?" I thought to myself. I scooted my butt
    against the wall of the elevator to make my diaper crinkle, hoping the
    girl would hear it.
    	"Gee, I never knew they made diapers for anyone besides babies,"
    the woman said.
    	"They're gonna show ads for diapers for older kids and we're
    gonna be in them," Tony said.
    	"So I see," the lady said. She seemed to look uncomfortable being
    stuck in an elevator with two boys who say they wear diapers.
    	I sat down on the floor and spread my knees apart and exposed my
    crotch. My thick diaper was showing through the leg opening of my
    shorts. The girl looked at me, and then I could tell her eyes were
    fixed on where she could plainly see my diaper.
    	"Mom!" the girl said. She told her Mom to bend down so she could
    whisper something in her ear. I couldn't make out what exactly the girl
    said, but I knew what she was saying, especially as she was giggling
    while she was telling her mother that she could see my diaper showing.
    	"Brittany, it's not nice to stare at other people," her mother
    whispered back to her.
    	"Sorry," she said with a guilty look on her face. "When are they
    gonna fix the elevator?"
    	"They'll be here shortly, sweetie," her mom said.
    	Tony then joined me on the floor. It didn't appear that the woman
    wanted to talk to us any more knowing that we wear diapers. This was a
    prime example of how the D.B.A.. organization would be needed to make
    the general public know that there are older kids like Tony and me and
    twenty-two other older boys in the hotel who all wear diapers.
    	Another ten minutes had passed. My dinner was catching up to me
    and I knew it wouldn't be long before I took another big shit in my
    diapers as the food I just ate would need to process and move out the
    poop that was already in my system. Being stuck in the elevator with
    two strangers, I knew there was no way I could be subtle when it came
    to pooping in my diaper. Then, without warning, I let out a loud,
    smelly and lengthy fart, amplified by the acoustics of the elevator.
    	"PPPP-P-P-P-P-P-PPP-PPP-PPPPPPPHHHHHHH!!!" came the telltale
    sound from my butt. It was very wet and juicy, too. The girl looked at
    me funny, knowing that I pooped my diaper. Her mother also had a
    disgusted look on her face. Of course the smell had nowhere to go, so
    the mother and her daughter were forced to take in the aroma of my
    poop. I felt the poop coat my entire backside. I needed a diaper change
    right now, but of course I had no choice but to sit there in a dirty
    diaper until the elevator was fixed.
    	Tony also loaded his diaper, although his bowel movement didn't
    come out as loudly as mine did. I could barely hear the turds coming
    out of his butt and pushing on the plastic cover and making it crinkle.
    The smell he produced was just as unforgiving to the nostrils as it
    intensified the smell I created. With barely any ventilation the filthy
    smell could not dissipate very quickly.
    	"It stinks in here, Mom," Brittany complained.
    	"Tell me about it," her mother replied. "That's what they
    invented potty training for."
    	Clearly this remark was meant to be directed at Tony and me as
    the lady stared at Tony and me.
    	"I want out of here," Brittany whined.
    	"Me, too, Brittany," her mother said. At this moment the elevator
    jostled. Tony and I held onto the rail, fearing the elevator would
    drop. Instead it was slowly raised to the sixth floor, where the
    repairman opened the door.
    	The mother and her daughter didn't waste any time leaving. Both
    of them were gasping for fresh air.
    	"We're using the stairs from now on," the lady said to her
    daughter.
    	Tony and I thanked the repairman for getting the elevator moving
    again. As he caught a whiff of the stale, foul air from the elevator
    tainted by our diaper odors we observed him fanning his face. We then
    went to our room. As expected, Bryan and John weren't there. Their bags
    were both opened and sitting on their bed.
    	Tony and I went into the bathroom together and took off our dirty
    diapers. We then went into the shower together to clean ourselves off.
    	"We're you really tired?" Tony asked me.
    	"Yeah, I was," I said. "Maybe a little."
    	"So was I," Tony replied. He stood before me holding his stiff
    dick and rubbing it. I was doing the same thing. We looked at each
    other and hesitated, as if we could read each other's thoughts. I then
    nervously asked Tony if he could massage my back.
    	"Uhh, sure," he said. With this I turned around and then Tony
    placed his hands on my shoulders. He rubbed them while the water
    sprayed onto his back. He gradually worked his way closer to me and I
    slowly bent myself over while his hands slowly moved farther down my
    back. This was the prelude to what both of us were really wanting to
    do. While Tony massaged my lower back and points downward, I jacked off
    and came at about the same time Tony did. When it was all over, we both
    stepped out of the shower and dried ourselves off. I promised Tony I
    would reciprocate next time we had the chance.
    	I couldn't believe what I let Tony do to me in the shower. I
    could tell that he felt guilty about it, too, but otherwise enjoyed it.
    Both of us had wildly raging hormones and needed some relief. Even
    though Tony and I were often alone at my house or his, there was
    something about being so far away from my family that made such
    exploration more inviting.
    	"Did you like that?" he asked me.
    	"I loved it," I said, trying to shake off the guilt.
    	"Me, too," Tony said. Without saying anything else about our
    activity in the shower, Tony lay down on his changing pad and I
    diapered him. He then diapered me up for the night. We put our Thickies
    shirts back on and then watched the rest of the movie we started. Just
    before curfew, Bryan and John returned to the room and changed out of
    their swim diapers and into their regular diapers for the night. After
    Linda checked on us we crawled into bed and went to sleep.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 68
    ---------------------------

    	The wake-up call came quite early. Tony and I could barely sleep
    the night before as we were both so excited about finally appearing
    before the cameras that would help make us among the most famous boys
    past the age of four who wore diapers.
    	We didn't have much time to get ready and get showered before
    going to breakfast, so to save time, Tony and I shared the shower
    again, not that we minded, of course. We didn't have time for anything
    besides getting ourselves washed. We stripped off our diapers and let
    the shower water clean off our poop-covered behinds. As I looked at
    Tony's wet, naked body and his hard-on I wanted to fulfill my pledge to
    reciprocate what he did with me in the shower last night, but given
    that it was so early in the morning and we had so little time-- not to
    mention that there were two other boys in our room-- Tony agreed to
    take a rain check for now.
    	After the shower, I diapered Tony and he diapered me. Even as
    quickly as he put my diaper on I still enjoyed it. We got dressed and
    headed down to the restaurant. We were in such a hurry that we didn't
    even think about last night's incident when we got on the elevator.
    	"Uh oh, remember last night?" Tony reminded me as the elevator
    doors closed.
    	"Shit, how could I forget?" I said.
    	"Well, apparently we both forgot," Tony said. "We should have
    taken the stairs."
    	"Too late now. We're screwed if this damn thing stops on us
    again," I said.
    	Luckily for us we made it to the bottom and headed to the
    restaurant. A smorgasbord of eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, ham,
    French toast, just about everything, was offered in the breakfast
    buffet. Tony and I loaded our plates and took our table. Bryan and John
    joined us a few minutes later. We talked about the upcoming events of
    the day, all of us feeling anxious about and uncertain of what exactly
    we would be doing. With as much breakfast as I ate, I was certain to
    have a full diaper sometime today, probably during the photo shoot.
    	After we had a chance to eat a second plateful each, Linda and
    Arlene told us it was time to go to the bus waiting outside the hotel.
    Tony and I were expecting it to be a school bus, but we were pleased to
    see that it was much more luxurious than that, more like a Greyhound
    bus. It was a far cry from the bus we rode to summer camp and back.
    	We traveled several miles through Los Angeles and took in the
    sights that we could see from the freeway. The sight of palm trees was
    something Tony and I were not used to, not to mention the sheer size of
    the city and its traffic. After skirting downtown we went to the
    corporate headquarters of CKM Products. We passed through the security
    checkpoint and entered the expansive corporate campus, complete with a
    neatly manicured lawn.
    	Once the bus was parked we were escorted into one of the office
    buildings and told to keep as quiet as possible. This wasn't as easy
    for some of us to do as the rustling and crinkling of twenty-four boys
    all clad in Thickies disposable diapers in a quiet office building made
    them seem as loud as ever.
    	We were directed to the visitor's office and each of us was
    assigned a temporary badge. Next we were given a tour of the corporate
    campus. We quickly went through the various offices and other
    administrative facilities, which was rather boring anyway. The more
    interesting part of the tour was when we were shown where the clothing
    was manufactured and shipped out. Hundreds of workers were busy
    operating various machines as well as cutting, sewing, sorting and
    packing pants, shorts, shirts, jackets, underwear, socks, and other
    articles of boys' clothing. We were also shown the computerized design
    studios where the boys' fashions were developed. Several clothed boy
    mannequins surrounded us, as did several posters of boys modeling the
    various clothing products. This was all fine and dandy, but I really
    wanted to see where the diapers were made as did Tony and the other
    twenty-two boys.
    	"We saved the best for last," said Kimberly, who was the lady
    directing the tour. With this we took a long jaunt across the corporate
    campus and entered a newly constructed building. This, we were told,
    was where the new diaper manufacturing plant was housed. It was a
    rather unassuming building.
    	First we were shown where the disposable diapers were made.
    Several workers were scattered throughout the large building operating
    the complex equipment. We watched as dozens of noisy machines hummed,
    clicked and clanged as hundreds of newly-made disposable diapers rolled
    past our eyes. I paused for a moment to ponder the amount of all the
    piss and shit coming from the dicks and butts of thousands, maybe
    millions of boys worldwide that would eventually be deposited in all
    the diapers that I watched being made.
    	Kimberly explained to us the specific function of each machine. I
    never thought I would have the opportunity to visit and watch the inner
    workings of a diaper factory. This was very exciting to me, watching
    diapers get made.
    	At the end of the operation was where the diapers were packaged.
    Dozens and dozens of diapers were automatically pre-counted in sets and
    arranged in perfectly neat rows went into one machine and came out of
    it wrapped and sealed. Whole pallets with stacks of diaper packages,
    all with the familiar Thickies logo prominently printed on them awaited
    transfer to a warehouse next door.
    	Next we visited the facility where the cloth diapers were
    manufactured. This was the part I was really waiting for. Kimberly
    walked us through the entire process, explaining how the cloth diapers
    were made at each stage of manufacture. As cloth diapers were not as
    much in demand, the output was notably lower and the manufacturing
    process was more complicated with more employees doing the work than
    the machines. Things were quieter in this building, too. At one end was
    where huge rolls of virgin white cotton and flannel were run through a
    machine that cut the fabric into strips. These strips were then taken
    by hand and were then cut again to the proper shape for a diaper spread
    out flat. These pieces were then stacked together into thick piles of
    fabric and then they were stitched up using elaborate sewing equipment
    to make the absorbent panels that fit inside each diaper. The outer
    layers were then applied. As some of the diapers were the pull-on
    variety, these were stitched up along the sides and elastic waistbands
    and legbands were added. I paid close attention and watched the workers
    produce dozens of cloth diapers before my eyes. Just handling all those
    diapers all day long sounded like the ultimate dream job for me. The
    whole process was very fascinating. I would have paid money to see
    this.
    	At the end of the line I saw hundreds of gleaming white cloth
    diapers being packaged, some in individual packs, others in sets of
    three, six and twelve. The diaper packs were then loaded into cardboard
    boxes and stacked on pallets. Once again I pondered the collective
    volume of piss and shit that would eventually fill up all those diapers
    again and again. I was in diaper heaven! Seeing so many diapers at one
    time gave me an incredible hard-on that took all the restraint I had to
    keep from rubbing myself while being among the others on the tour. I
    knew I would have something good to think about while jacking off when
    I got back to the hotel room this evening. How I wished I could take a
    whole pallet of cloth diapers home with me!
    	Lastly we were shown how the plastic pants were made. The process
    was generally similar to how the cloth diapers were made, except that
    the materials that went into the final product were obviously much
    different. There was also a strong smell of latex and vinyl surrounding
    me, which I found to be very erotically pleasing as I came to associate
    this smell with being diapered.
    	"If you think those workers look busy now," Kimberly said,
    "things will really pick up once the advertising hits and demand for
    the diapers goes up, so we'll be hiring lots more workers."
    	Before we left the building we were shown the testing facility
    that was used before the diapers were made available for sale and were
    being tested and reported on by actual users, in other words, those of
    us who kept detailed tracking logs on how we used our diapers. Kimberly
    explained that the testing facility was left in place to test competing
    diaper products as well as new Thickies products that would be in
    development in the future, and for the entertainment of tour groups. I
    found this portion of the tour to be quite amusing as did everyone
    else. They used mannequins which were modified to excrete artificial
    urine and feces. The fake pee and poop were colored blue and red,
    respectively, for easy visibility. They had artificial poop in all
    consistencies, ranging from solid turds to the worst case of diarrhea.
    They were even scented with authentic odor agents to test the diapers
    for odor control and odor retention. The mannequins' arms and legs
    could be moved around so that they could be put in different positions
    for standing, sitting, squatting, crawling, etc. The two mannequins
    that we saw were in the crawling position with their butts facing
    towards us. We were actually being mooned by mannequins!
    	Kimberly then demonstrated how the diaper-testing mannequins were
    used. She put a Thickies cloth diaper and plastic pants on one of the
    anatomically correct boy mannequins, whose "penis" could be adjusted
    for various angles. She then put a disposable diaper on an identically
    equipped mannequin. Then she attached to each mannequin a measuring
    device that was similar to the one that I wore with my diapers when I
    was testing them. This one had wires that connected it to a nearby
    computer.
    	Next, Kimberly opened up each of the mannequins from the back and
    loaded two chambers inside of the mannequins' bodies, one with fake pee
    and the other with fake poop, "diarrhea-grade poop" as Kimberly called
    it, Kimberly went on to explain that the diaper testing included using
    fake poop of various consistencies. For the tours they used yellow pee
    and brown poop so it would look more realistic, but used blue and red
    materials during actual testing. When the chambers were loaded Kimberly
    went over to the computer and activated the mannequins. They started
    humming.
    	"I set them to the highest rate of urine and fecal output to
    simulate a worst-case scenario for a boy who's really got the runs, so
    this will show you just how effective our diapers really are," Kimberly
    said. Everyone was laughing the whole time we watched the
    demonstration. I could see the front of the disposable diaper swelling
    up as it soaked up the fake pee. The back end was starting to bulge out
    from the faux poo. Kimberly was pleased to see that we were enjoying
    this portion of the tour so much. It was a far cry from the dull and
    boring offices we went through at the beginning.
    	"The only thing they don't do is tell you when they need to be
    changed," Kimberly said. "They also never get diaper rash," she
    quipped.
    	Several minutes later Kimberly shut off the enuretic and
    encopretic mannequins. She then took off the diapers and showed us the
    amount of fake piss and shit they collected. They looked a lot like my
    own diapers after wearing them on days when I had diarrhea. I could
    even smell the fake stink agents, which I had to agree were quite
    realistic, that is, unless I was smelling the real thing among the
    boys. In my strangely erotic ways, these foul smells aroused me just as
    much as the odors of my own wet and poopy diapers did.
    	Next. Kimberly performed a demonstration to show what happens
    when the mannequins "overdo it", that is, put out more fake pee and
    poop than what the diapers can hold. She used a cloth diaper with
    plastic pants on one of the mannequins. Eventually fake poop started
    leaking out of the legs and pee was dripping into the plastic pants. A
    "leak" alarm sounded on the computer along with an alert box on the
    screen. Kimberly showed us the output on the screen, which showed the
    amount of pee and poop discharged into the diaper.
    	"That's more than what most boys your age can produce in an
    entire day," Kimberly told us. "If it weren't for getting diaper rashes
    and offending other people's noses, you could probably get away with
    wearing these diapers for two whole days."
    	Next, Kimberly had the mannequins load up some new diapers and
    then she had them move around, simulating sitting, standing, lying
    down, walking, running, and crawling in place.
    	"We're working with the engineers to get them to do somersaults
    and back flips," she said. "But that may be while."
    	When the tour was finished several of us had questions for
    Kimberly. I wanted to know what the pee and poop was actually made of.
    Tony wanted to know how much the mannequins cost. She quoted $25,000,
    which was more than any of us expected them to cost. Afterwards, we
    headed over to the company's commissary for lunch. After having settled
    for substandard quality food in school cafeterias for several years, I
    was expecting about the same here. Fortunately the fare was far better,
    as good as any decent family restaurant, in fact. By this time we were
    all due for diaper changes, which we were told would be performed by
    staff when we headed to the company's on-site modeling studios.
    	Once inside the studio building we were directed to the studio
    itself where we would be modeling our diapers. We met with the staff
    who would be working with us. There were men and women alike who would
    be taking our pictures and directing our poses. We were given an
    overview of what we would be doing. We would be spending most of the
    day doing still photo shots. This would involve spending hours in just
    our diapers making dozens of shots and different poses before
    photographers. In between we would get a break, which would include a
    diaper change that would most likely be necessary by then anyway. After
    the photo shoot we would have another conference on forming the D.B.A.
    organization and then dinner. After that it would be all over and we
    would fly back home tomorrow.
    	Things got right down to business after our briefing.
    	"You'll be spending much of your time here today in just diapers
    and sometimes without your shirts," one of the directors told us. This
    wasn't anything unusual for me, at least the fact that I spent most of
    my day in just diapers anyway. Most of the boys also commented on the
    fact that they, too, were used to being in just their diapers.
    	The first thing they did was to give us all a minor trim-up on
    our hair. Neither Tony nor I had gotten a haircut all summer long. They
    didn't take much hair off of Tony or me, just enough to clip off some
    of the shaggy sections.
    	Next we were directed to the changing room where we were to strip
    down to just our diapers, nothing else. Nobody seemed to mind doing
    this, mainly since we were all expecting to be in just our diapers for
    much of the time and that we would ultimately be appearing before
    cameras and being photographed in our diapers anyway. We took off our
    shorts, obviously, as well as our shirts, socks, and shoes.
    	The sight of 24 boys in just their diapers made me hard. Except
    for the younger boys whose penises hadn't yet fully developed, I could
    see that just about everyone else was enjoying the sight of two dozen
    diapered boys, too. As all of us were wearing disposables, I could see
    that every one of us had wet their diapers. The room smelled strongly
    of poop, so I knew that Tony and I weren't the only ones who had messy
    diapers.
    	Next we stood in line before two staff members who would be
    changing our diapers. We were to be changed on a mat that had been
    placed on the floor, so there was no privacy.
    	"We all look the same underneath our diapers," we were told to
    allay anyone's feelings of modesty. "And our you-know-what all stinks
    the same, too, no matter what someone might tell you otherwise," he
    added. This generated some light laughter.
    	One of them instructed those who were modeling cloth diapers to
    stand before him, while the other person took care of the boys who were
    to be in disposables. Both of them were males who looked to be in their
    twenties. While I wouldn't have minded having a female change me, some
    of the other boys probably wouldn't have been as comfortable had a
    female changed them. After all, not all of us had sisters to change our
    diapers for us. To put us at ease, each of the young men showed us that
    they were wearing Thickies diapers by momentarily pulling down their
    shorts.
    	"We're making diapers in adult sizes, too, and in case you're
    wondering, yes, we need to wear diapers, too," one of the men
    explained. "We were just like you boys at one time." At least I felt
    better knowing that the staff members who were changing our diapers
    wore diapers themselves.
    	Some boys were used to changing their own diapers and didn't feel
    that they needed someone to do this for them. The staff members
    explained that they wanted to ensure that the diapers looked just
    perfect for the camera and thus had to take extra time to get our
    diapers to look just right. They wanted to make sure that the diapers
    were on perfectly straight and fitted properly. For those of us who
    would be modeling cloth diapers, they wanted to make sure the pins were
    evenly spaced, and for those who were modeling disposables, that the
    tapes were even.
    	Tony and I stood in separate lines because of the fact that we
    would be modeling different types of diapers. We stood in the same
    place, about halfway back, so we got to talk to each other while
    waiting. I felt pretty much at ease, although I wouldn't have minded
    having a shirt on. Tony's line was moving faster since it didn't take
    as long to put disposable diapers on as the cloth diapers.
    	While we waited in line a third staff member, also a male, came
    through and measured our waists. He compared these figures to the
    numbers that had been submitted on our survey forms, just in case any
    of us had put on a significant amount of weight since then or perhaps
    had lost some weight. I was still the same as before, just a tad pudgy
    around the middle.
    	By the time Tony was getting his diaper changed I was still third
    in line. I watched Tony get his diaper changed as well as the boys who
    had preceded him. I wasn't able to see directly in front of me to watch
    the cloth diaper boys get changed until I got closer, but at least I
    was able to enjoy the show on the disposables side. Like all the other
    boys I had seen get changed and diapered, Tony had a hard-on. The two
    designated diaper-changers were likely used to this and expected it,
    being that they wore diapers themselves.
    	After Tony was cleaned up he was diapered, the tapes of his
    diapers being as neat and straight as I had ever seen them; it was
    almost unnatural. He even used a ruler and some piece of acetate with
    marks on it to help him properly align the tapes. Kara, Tony's Mom,
    myself, nobody could ever get the tapes to look as even as they looked
    on Tony's diaper right now. I noticed that Tony was given a diaper
    doubler with his diaper. I figured this was probably used so that when
    he first wet he wouldn't have to be changed so quickly since they
    probably didn't want to photograph anyone whose diapers were visibly
    used.
    	After waiting for six boys get their cloth diapers applied to
    them with such meticulous attention to detail to the placement of the
    pins and the height to which they rose up on the body, it was my turn
    at long last. I had wet my disposable diaper again while I was standing
    there waiting, and I wasn't far from having my next bowel movement,
    either. I figured I was due for my next dump some time during the photo
    shoot.
    	The guy took my diaper off as I lay before him. I felt awkward
    having a complete stranger take my diaper off, but I figured this
    wasn't anything different than when a nurse at the doctor's office
    changed me. He wasn't fazed by the fact that I had a big hard-on or
    that my diaper was completely filled with shit. He just went about his
    routine and cleaned me up. He rubbed a generous amount of lotion over
    my dick and balls. His hands felt much different than what I was used
    to as they were rougher and more scaly. Lisa, Cindy, my Mom, Tony and
    everyone else who had changed my diapers to this point had softer
    hands. Still, it felt good feeling the cool gel being applied to my
    genitals and my groin. I couldn't help but to have a hard-on. I asked
    the guy how this problem was dealt with during the photo shoot. He
    answered my question in a professional manner.
    	"The cloth diapers are thick enough that nothing will show," he
    said. "For the boys who are wearing disposables, we just wait until
    they lose their erection, or we give them something like the Wall
    Street Journal to look at until their erection disappears. We try to
    not have others in diapers in view during the photo shoot to avoid this
    problem as well."
    	He then continued with putting on my diaper. He had a brand new
    Thickies diaper waiting for me; it even had my name on the package
    written on a Post-It note. It had been selected ahead of time
    specifically for me as it was chosen according to my waist size. After
    verifying that my waist had not changed in size, he pulled the diaper
    out of its wrapping and slid it underneath my butt. I was also given a
    diaper doubler to catch any initial wetting during the photo shoot.
    	He then applied each diaper pin slowly and carefully. He only
    used three pins on each side, which seemed unusual to me since I was
    used to having at least six pins or more in each side of my diapers.
    With as much time as he spent on pinning my diaper on, Lisa and Cindy
    would have put him to shame as they could have done it in less time
    using twice as many pins. He, too, used a small acetate square with
    markings on it to precisely guide the placement of the pins.
    	Next he put my plastic pants on. He then told me not to touch my
    diaper or move around too much so that it would stay in place. As I
    stood up he made some adjustments, straightening out big creases in my
    plastic pants and adjusting them so that they fit evenly over my
    diaper. He tucked in some stray sections of the diaper so that they
    would not be sticking out of the leg opening of the plastic pants. They
    sure were serious about watching for such imperfections.
    	After I had my diaper on I left the locker room and went out to
    the studio. This time a female staff member assisted me. She have me a
    shirt to put on as well as a pair of crew socks, both of these articles
    made by CKM, of course. I wasn't expecting it, but she even applied
    some make-up to my face after wicking the sweat off of my face with a
    cotton ball. I looked at my face in a mirror that I was handed. The
    makeup altered my natural skin tone a little, but at least I didn't
    look like a clown. I was now ready for my first photo shoot.
    	I was taken to a small set that had been decorated like an older
    boy's bedroom. It was done up in bright primary colors. It had a bed, a
    desk, a large toy chest, a race track set up in the corner; it looked
    very authentic. I was alone with only the one female staff member and a
    photographer. I was directed to make various practice poses first. Next
    came the real thing and I was nervous. In some shots I simply stood in
    the middle of the room, and in another shot I was told to stare out the
    "window", which, they explained would be filled in with an outdoor
    scene during post-production. I was told that the scene was to look
    like I was staring out the window on a rainy day. I was told that this
    ad would have a headline that read "Dry on the inside..." next to the
    window. Next to my diaper there would be text that read "...dry on the
    outside." The photographer took at least half a dozen shots of this
    pose alone; he must have liked how my diapered butt looked or
    something. They made some adjustments to my socks during these shots. I
    had to agree that my diapered butt was quite photogenic, as Lisa and
    Cindy could attest to by the volumes full of photo albums they had made
    of me. Other poses ranged from me sitting on the bed with my legs open,
    to sitting up in the bed as if I had just woke up. My hair was
    purposely mussed up for this shot and then combed again. Another shot
    had me sleeping in the bed with my rear end turned to the camera with
    the coves pulled back, thus fully exposing my diaper. For this shot I
    had to take my shirt off again. I had to wonder if they were planning
    to use all of these pictures for the advertising.
    	Next I was joined by another boy who looked to be about nine
    years old. He was in cloth diapers, too. He joined me in several shots
    of us playing with the cars on the race track. Next, they moved a bunk
    bed into the room and removed the single bed. They were on castors to
    make them easier to move; they were just props, after all. They had him
    climbing up the ladder while I lay in the bottom bunk on top of the
    covers. In the next shot they had us both lying in the beds under the
    covers, but with the covers pulled back. I was having so much fun now!
    Several more shots were taken of me and the other boy in the bedroom
    set, some of them of us individually and some with us together.
    	"Are you guys going to use all these shots?" I asked the lady who
    was directing our poses.
    	"Oh heavens, no. We'll just select a few of them," she said. I
    hated to think that most of these shots would never be seen by the
    general public.
    	I was then moved to another set. This one was decorated with a
    camping scene. There was a tent set up in the background and an actual
    campfire was burning (it used fake logs and gas for the flames,
    though.) This time I was joined by another boy in cloth diapers. He
    looked to be twelve. We sat across from each other, each of us roasting
    marshmallows over the fire. Several other variations of the camping
    scene were taken of us. One of them showed me going into the tent,
    another one coming out of it. They even had us put on backpacks and
    stand before a backdrop with a picture of an outhouse along a hiking
    trail in the woods. I was told the header to this ad would read "Enjoy
    nature... ...ignore the call of nature." Another headline they were
    considering using would read "Bears do it in the woods...but you don't
    have to."
    	In the next set I was shown sitting in a living room playing
    video games. Best of all was the fact that Tony joined me in this shot!
    The shot was intended to advertise both the cloth and disposable
    diapers in one shot. It was just like being at home as Tony and I sat
    next to each other on the floor playing Super Nintendo (the Nintendo
    labels had been covered up, though) while sitting in our diapers. We
    even both wet ourselves during the shot, not having to get up and go to
    the bathroom during game play. In fact, the headline for this ad would
    read "Who needs a pause button?"
    	Our diapers showed no visible signs of usage when the directors
    looked us over, so we moved on to the next shot. I lost count of how
    many pictures had been taken of me, but it had to have been at least
    forty so far. Tony and I each put on a white T-shirt with the Thickies
    logo on it and then stood next to each other. We put our arms around
    each other during several of the shots. I couldn't wait to see these!
    	After a couple hours of photo shoots we were given a break.
    During the break we had our diapers changed. Most of the other boys
    were also in need of diaper changes as well. We were served lunch at
    the company's cafeteria which far surpassed my expectations. Since my
    exposure to cafeterias has been limited to what schools offer, I wasn't
    expecting much. The hard-working folks at CKM had it good. During lunch
    Tony and I and several of the other boys were talking to each other
    about all the various shots that were taken of us. Some of us even
    exchanged mailing addresses.
    	After the break we headed back to the studios and did more photo
    shoots. This time we were photographed in larger groups, some of which
    showed all 24 of us in one shot. One shot was made to look like a
    school hallway. They gave us books and backpacks to carry as props. In
    the shot was a façade of a boys' bathroom door with a hand-lettered OUT
    OF ORDER sign tacked onto it. By the end of the day literally thousands
    of shots had been taken of us. I asked what they did with all the
    shots, knowing that not all of them will be used.
    	"We send you a complete set of all your proofs, including those
    which show you and other boys in them," one of the photographers told
    us. "And if you want a complete set of all the pictures of all the
    boys, we'll send you a full-color book of all the pictures that we took
    of you boys today."
    	"Wow, cool!" I said. I was drooling as I thought about having
    every single picture that was taken today of the twenty-four boys. Tony
    also couldn't wait to see his copy when he got it.
    	"If you want to order prints of the other boys, as members of the
    D.B.A. club you will all be eligible to order these proofs," we were
    told. I was planning on doing this, using some of the money I'd get for
    my photo shoot to buy them.
    	When we got back to the hotel we had another conference with
    Linda and Arlene. We were complimented on our terrific cooperation and
    told that if the company decided to pursue TV ads we would be their
    first choices and they'd fly us back in again. Linda also told us what
    to expect as far as when the ads would be released, which magazines
    they would appear in, etc. Many popular women's magazines would feature
    the ads so that parents would know about the Thickies diapers and
    hopefully buy them for their kids. Several kid-oriented magazines would
    also show ads that would be better-suited to appeal to children. These
    would include Nickelodeon magazine and Boys Life. We would be kept
    informed of the latest events through newsletters and would possibly
    even be invited back for doing television commercials if the company
    decided to advance their advertising to this medium and could overcome
    the objections from parenting groups.
    	Arlene then spoke to us some more about the formation of the
    D.B.A. organization and how this would tie in with CKM Products
    Corporation's promotion of its diaper products. At least one boy from
    each of the six test-market cities expressed enough interest in this to
    start a local group and become a Club Director. Through the guidance of
    the company we would be furnished the necessary materials for getting
    our local D.B.A. clubs established. All 24 of the boys planned on
    becoming members; fourteen of us opting to be Club Directors.
    	After a lengthy conference we had dinner and a final chance to
    talk to each other and exchange addresses to keep in touch. Other than
    Bryan and John, Tony and I didn't really have much of a chance to get
    to know the other boys very well. Still, we gave them our addresses. We
    were also told that anyone who became a member of the D.B.A.
    organization could also be contacted through each city's local chapter.
    After the dinner was over the group had more or less disbanded for the
    time being. We all split off and returned to our hotel rooms, each of
    us having early flights to catch tomorrow morning to go back home.
    	Tony and I were so tired from the busy day's activities, but we
    still decided to join Bryan and John in playing some games with them.
    Later on they decided to go swimming. Tony and I didn't have any swim
    diapers, and neither of us was much for water anyway, unless it was in
    the shower. With this, Tony and I returned to the room and showered up.
    I also made good on my promise to reciprocate what Tony had done with
    me last night, with me "massaging his back" this time. After the shower
    we diapered each other and watched a movie on TV. We talked about how
    it felt for the long-awaited photo shoot to be over with. It was kind
    of like Christmas. We spent a long time thinking about it and making
    preparations before the day finally came. The day itself was always fun
    and exciting, and then, before we realized it, it was all over with. In
    some ways it felt good for this to be behind us, but in other ways, we
    wished it weren't all over with so soon.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 69
    ---------------------------

    	Tony and I had a good time in California, but it felt good to be
    back home again. The flight back from L.A. went smoothly and without
    incident. Unlike the flight we took going to L.A., coming back we
    didn't bother to change our diapers in San Francisco since the layover
    period was even shorter and we barely made it to the plane last time.
    Because of this, Tony and I were in some very wet and poopy diapers
    begging to be changed by the time we stepped off the plane in Boise. We
    smelled so badly, but fortunately the aisle seat next to Tony and me
    was vacant and no other passengers had to endure the stench of our
    diapers, although the people all around us could likely smell us. The
    stewardess who served us our drinks winced when she caught our diaper
    odors.
    	When I got up from my seat I could feel the wet and soggy mess
    that I had made of my diaper. My poop felt like it was going to pour
    out of the leg openings of my diapers and then out of my shorts. Tony
    reported that his diaper was in the same condition.
    	After landing back in Boise we stepped off of the plane and Mom,
    Lisa and Cindy were all there waiting for us. As it was a Saturday, Mom
    was able to come to the airport. Mom gave me a hug and said she missed
    me. Her embrace was cut short when she realized how ripe my diaper was.
    	"When did you last change?" my Mom asked me.
    	"Before we left the hotel this morning," I said with a sheepish
    grin. I gave Mom a cute, guilty facial expression.
    	"Same here," Tony said.
    	"Geez, boys, it's a wonder the oxygen masks didn't drop down
    during your flight, or did they?" Mom said facetiously. Lisa and Cindy
    both laughed.
    	"Looks like we got some diaper-changing to do," Lisa said to
    Cindy out loud.
    	"You boys have some extra diapers in your carry-ons?" Mom asked
    us. Passengers were still coming off the plane and some of them did a
    double-take when they heard Mom ask Tony and I this. Tony and I each
    had a couple diapers left. 	"Good, then get them out of your bags and
    go follow your sisters to the bathrooms," Mom said. "I'll meet you all
    down at the baggage claim," Mom said as she walked ahead.
    	Both Lisa and Cindy were standing by waiting to escort us to the
    restrooms, having missed changing me for the last few days. Had Tony
    not been here I would have just had Lisa or Cindy change me as they
    have been doing for years, but since I had Tony with me, I felt that,
    being here at the airport especially, that it would be better if I had
    Tony change me instead.
    	"Umm, Mom, if you don't mind me asking, could Tony and I change
    each other instead?" I asked Mom, hoping she would understand. "We
    changed each other in San Francisco as well as in the hotel room."
    	"Aww, come on, Chris, we've missed changing your diapers!" Cindy
    said. Again, nearby people looked at us strangely.
    	"You girls can put him back into his cloth diapers when we get
    home," my Mom said. "Just this once, let the boys explore their own
    independence."
    Cindy giggled. Mom asked what was funny and she said, "the way you said
    for the boys to 'explore' their independence."
    	"Cindy, come on now," Mom told her. "They are twelve years old
    and I think they can handle their own diaper changes sometimes."
    	"Well, all right," Lisa conceded. "It's just a disposable anyway
    that Chris is gonna wear for now, and they're not as fun to put on
    Chris as the cloth diapers."
    	Cindy agreed and said, "I know what you mean, Lisa, bringing out
    a huge stack of diapers for Chris and putting them all on him, and then
    sticking all those pins in each diaper."
    	Seeing that Lisa's and Cindy's discussion of diapering me in the
    middle of the concourse was drawing attention from people, I asked Lisa
    if she could save it for when we were away from the people.
    	"Chris, who within earshot here knows you?" Lisa asked me.
    	"Well, him for starters," I said, pointing to a kid I recognized
    from school, a kid that both Tony and I hated, among other classmates.
    In Boise's airport it wasn't quite as hard to run into people you know.
    His name was Scott. He moved here when I was in the fourth grade. He
    wasn't as bad as Chuck and Steve, but he was very worthy of scorn,
    nonetheless. He had few friends, and no wonder.
    	He was standing by the video games and he was alone. He wasn't
    playing any of them, however. I hoped he wouldn't notice us, but
    unfortunately he did since we were also out in the open and away from
    the big crowds.
    	"Hey, it's Diaperdee and Diaperdum!" the obnoxious kid shouted as
    he pointed to Tony and me. He then plugged his nose with one hand and
    waved his other hand, as if to be fanning away our diaper odors.
    Apparently his parents were nowhere near him or they would have likely
    scolded him for his unmannerly conduct. The boy laughed at us as Tony
    and I were walking awkwardly because of the condition of our diapers.
    	"Okay, well, everyone who does know you knows you wear diapers,
    anyway," Lisa said. When Scott saw Lisa come up closer to me he said,
    "Oink! Oink!" Lisa then immediately turned around and approached the
    brat. He tried to run away, but he had nowhere to go. Lisa's big size
    was enough to intimidate Scott as she walked up to him. She had him
    literally cornered.
    	"Uh, hi," Scott said with a crackle in his voice.
    	"You mean, 'oink, oink', right?" Lisa said to him while she
    stared him straight in the eyes.
    	"Uhh, I wasn't talking to you, I was uhh, practicing my pig
    imitation," Scott said, looking like he was scared shitless, and
    presumably without a diaper on to catch any of it.
    	"Don't quit your day job," Lisa said to him.
    	"Who are you, anyway?" the boy asked.
    	"I'm Chris' big sister," Lisa said. "In more ways than one. Now,
    you leave my little brother and his friend alone. I'll make the diaper
    jokes around here, buster. Got it?"
    	"Why do they wear diapers?" Scott asked innocently.
    	"Why, you want to try wearing them, too?" Lisa asked him.
    	"No," he said.
    	"Haven't you ever just once, just once, thought about what
    wearing a diaper is like?" Lisa asked Scott.
    	"Well, yeah, I guess, maybe, maybe once," Scott admitted, perhaps
    just to get Lisa to back off.
    	"Really?" Lisa said as the tone of her voice changed. "Well, then
    you can come over sometime and find out," Lisa said in a mocking
    sultry, seductive voice. Scott was speechless and stunned.
    	"And I'll diaper that scrawny little *butt* of yours like you'll
    never forget," Lisa continued. Cindy then piped up.
    	"Trust us, we taking diapering little boy's butts *very*
    seriously, don't we, Lisa?"
    	"Ohhhh yeah," Lisa said emphatically as she nodded her head.
    "Just ask my brother how much I diaper him up."
    	Now I was embarrassed, but at least Lisa was coming to mine and
    Tony's defense as well as her own.
    	"Look, I'm sorry," Scott apologized. "Sorry that I teased your
    brother, and I'm sorry what I said to you."
    	"Okay, I'll accept that," Lisa said.
    	"I just thought only babies wear diapers," Scott said as if to
    somehow justify his teasing Tony and me.
    	"You might be surprised," Lisa said, backing away from Scott. "In
    fact, my brother is about to help prove to the world that not only
    babies wear diapers."
    	"How's he gonna do that?" Scott asked skeptically.
    	"He'll be in magazine ads wearing diapers," Lisa said. "They're
    diapers for older kids. All the women's magazines, parenting magazines,
    even kids' magazines will show the ads. That's what Chris and Tony are
    here for. They just came back from a photo shoot in California. And
    they're getting paid *big bucks* for wearing diapers-- and you're not!"
    	Scott then had his legs crossed.
    	"What are you crossing your legs for?" Lisa asked him, although
    she knew why.
    	"I gotta go the bathroom," Scott said.
    	"Why not wear diapers and avoid this little problem you're
    having?" Lisa said. Cindy then went over to Tony and asked him for one
    of his diapers since she knew I wouldn't pull one out of my bag in the
    middle of the airport.
    	"Here, put this on," Cindy said as she put the diaper right in
    front of Scott's face.
    	"I'm outta here," Scott said as he tried to leave the video game
    area. Both Lisa and Cindy closed in on him and kept him cornered.
    	"Would you girls just leave?" Scott asked them politely. Neither
    Lisa nor Cindy would budge.
    	"Look, I said I'm sorry, I won't say another damn word to Chris
    or Tony about wearing diapers!"
    	Scott then flinched when he realized that it was too late for
    him. He peed his pants right there."
    	"Oh shit!" Scott said as he looked down at the dark, wet spot on
    his jeans.
    	"Okay, you can go now," Lisa said as she and Cindy stepped out of
    the way, having successfully forced Scott to piss his pants. He kept
    his hands over his pants as he found his way to the nearest bathroom. I
    couldn't believe it. My sisters detained Scott long enough to make him
    pee his pants. Justice was finally served!
    	"Thanks," I said to Lisa for defending me.
    	"No problem, that's what big sisters are for-- sometimes," Lisa
    said.
    	"You wouldn't have done that if he didn't say 'oink oink' to you,
    though," I added.
    	"I might have," Lisa said. "I had fun teasing him. I got him to
    admit that he's thought about wearing diapers. And I got him to pee his
    pants!"
    	"Yeah, Chris, so you can use that against him if he ever teases
    you or Tony about wearing diapers," Cindy added. I had to agree that I
    now wielded some power against Scott.
    	Tony and I were now pushing our Thickies disposable diapers to
    the absolute limit as we had both wet our diapers more. We went into
    the next bathroom to change our overdue diapers while Lisa and Cindy
    went on to catch up with Mom.
    	Scott was in the bathroom crying when we got there. I almost felt
    sorry for him since he must have been really embarrassed. On the other
    hand, he was the enemy and I was to feel no sympathy for him. He had
    taken his pants off to hold them in front of the hand dryer. His
    underwear was tinted yellow from having pissed his pants. He looked at
    Tony and me as we walked in, but he didn't say anything. We went into
    the stall and changed our diapers as quickly as we could. We didn't
    feel comfortable having the enemy just a few feet away from us, but he
    appeared to be decimated by his humiliation enough not to be any threat
    to us.
    	Tony and I needed to hurry anyway since Mom was probably
    wondering what was taking us so long. Tony and I were such a mess and
    we spent awhile cleaning each other's poopy butts. We barely took
    enough time to make it enjoyable, as good as Tony's hand felt running
    up through my butt crack. We only cleaned off the excess matter,
    leaving a thin film of poop on our butts, since the residual poop was
    going to just wind up in the diapers along with a much larger volume of
    shit anyway. Lisa and Cindy were going to diaper me in my much thicker
    and my much missed cloth Thickies diapers, so they'd have the honors of
    making my butt squeaky clean when it came time for them to diaper me.
    	When Tony and I left the bathroom we were approached by a woman.
    	"Excuse me, did you happen to see a boy in there wearing a
    Seahawks shirt?" the lady asked us. "He's about your age."
    	Scott had a Seahawks shirt on, so this had to be the boy she was
    asking about.
    	"Yes, he is," we said.
    	"Oh, I am going to have a talk with that boy!" the lady grumbled.
    "Our plane leaves in ten minutes. He wanted to play video games, so I
    told him fine, but stay there and wait, even if you run out of money,
    so what does he do? He's not there!"
    	"I think I can explain," I said. "I saw him wet his pants and he
    ran here to the bathroom. He was drying off his pants when we went in
    there."
    	"I told him to use the bathroom before we left," the lady sighed.
    "He has a weak bladder, always has."
    	Tony and I wanted to stay and find out more about Scott since his
    mother was so open to volunteer such information. Unfortunately we had
    to haul some diapered butt and catch up with the others. Just behind us
    we heard Scott come out of the bathroom and his Mom asked him where he
    had been.
    	"I wet my pants," Tony and I both heard him sobbing. His mother
    then gave him a lecture about not using the bathroom before they left.
    As Tony and I hustled to get downstairs we talked about the possibility
    that Scott may be a potential diaper wearer. Given his admitting to
    Lisa and Cindy that he thought about wearing diapers and that his
    mother mentioned he had a weak bladder, Tony and I could only conclude
    that he was jealous that Tony and I wore diapers while he had to deal
    with his wetting problems on his own. Come to think of it, he left the
    classroom a lot when he was in my fifth grade class.
    	"About time you boys showed up," Mom said.
    	"Sorry Mom, we were a tad messy underneath," I said. "Have my
    bags come up yet?"
    	"No," Mom grumbled. "I guess there was no need for you to hurry,
    anyway." Shortly after Tony and I arrived at the baggage claim, our
    bags came up the chute and tumbled onto the conveyor. We left the
    airport and then headed over to the nearby Denny's for lunch. Tony and
    I had center stage throughout lunch as we talked about all the things
    we did in California. Every now and then the people from the adjoining
    tables would look over at Tony and me as we talked about modeling
    diapers and taking a tour through a diaper factory. We told Cindy, Lisa
    and my Mom about the diaper testing models, which got them all to laugh
    as they tried to envision such a contraption.
    	After we put away a big lunch we headed back for home and dropped
    Tony off at his house. I was tired and longing for my own crib, so as
    soon as I came in the door I stripped off my shorts and hopped into my
    crib to take a nap. Lisa and Cindy wanted to diaper me first, but Mom
    told them to let me have my rest and to use the disposable diaper that
    I had on. I had gotten sort of used to wearing disposable diapers in
    bed, but I still couldn't wait until I had my cloth Thickies on, and as
    soon as I woke up and peed and pooped my diapers a couple times I would
    get them.
    	I slept until late in the afternoon. I woke up with a wet and
    soiled diaper. As soon as I appeared in the front room, Lisa came over
    to me to check my diaper. She checked the front and said. "He's wet."
    She then checked the rear and said, "and he's poopy!"
    	"Time to make up for three days of diapering!" Cindy said. Both
    of my sisters led me back into my bedroom and had me lie down on my
    changing pad. Lisa brought out an unprecedented quadruple stack of
    Thickies diapers and Cindy had the pins ready. Cindy removed my
    disposable diaper and wiped up the mess, returning my butt to a
    spotless state. Lisa then sprinkled powder all over my butt and my
    balls, coating them in a solid layer of powder, with several skiffs of
    the powder clinging to my rigid, upright dick.
    	Both Lisa and Cindy worked together as a team as they pinned on
    the four Thickies diapers one diaper at a time. I felt their hands
    working at a feverish pace on both sides of me as diaper pins kept
    going into my diapers, each pin increasing the difficulty that would be
    presented when it came time to remove my diapers. I looked at the first
    diaper and saw a solid cluster of diaper pins running up each side of
    me with several pins overlapping each other.
    	"We missed diapering you, Chris," Lisa said.
    	"So I can tell," I said.
    	"How many pins did you stick in?" Lisa asked Cindy.
    	"I lost count at 15," Cindy replied.
    	"I made it to 20 before I lost track," Lisa said.
    	"Here comes the second diaper," Lisa said as she wrapped it
    around my first diaper. It, too, was equally heavily pinned on. My
    sisters were determined to use absolutely every diaper pin in the box,
    and by the time they did, the diaper pin box was nearly empty. They had
    me put on one of my Thickies T-shirts and then they used the remaining
    pins, about twenty of them, to fasten my shirt to my diapers. My
    diapers were so thick that I couldn't even wear any plastic pants over
    them. The diapers could absorb a lot of pee before soaking through to
    the outside, so I was okay without the plastic pants for awhile anyway.
    	Lisa and Cindy stood back and giggled as they looked me sitting
    there on my changing pad with my legs forced so widely apart by the
    quadruple set of Thickies. I knew I couldn't walk in such huge diapers,
    so I ended up crawling, just like a baby.
    	"I must say that I think we have reached the upper limit on his
    diapers," Lisa remarked.
    	Lisa and Cindy left the room and closed the door, knowing that I
    would probably want to jack off after getting diapered up so much. I
    did just this. I didn't even need to massage the front of my diapers. I
    just scooted back and forth on the changing pad. The volume of the
    diapers and the force they exerted on my dick as I scooted back and
    forth was enough to bring me to cum. I was on the verge of ejaculating
    as it was just from thinking about being so heavily pinned into four
    Thickies diapers.
    	The rest of the evening went without much incident. Dad came home
    from his day out on the golf course, and fortunately he had a good game
    and was in a good mood. Dad was taken aback by the extreme diapering
    job that Lisa and Cindy did on me.
    	"Is there a boy underneath all those diapers?" my Dad asked me
    while he reached down and touched my crotch to feel all the diapers
    that I had on.
    	"Definitely still a boy when we changed him," Lisa said,
    referring to my huge erection that I had at the time of my extreme
    diaper change.
    	My Dad sat down in the living room to cool off by the air
    conditioner. I told him about my time in California while he and I both
    enjoyed some fruit punch that Cindy just made. My dad congratulated me
    on my fame that was yet to materialize.
    	"I must say they selected the right boy to represent the world's
    thickest diapers," my Dad said to me. I had to agree with him on this.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 70
    ---------------------------

    	The dog days of summer were in full swing and in less than a
    month Tony and I would be going into junior high, so we wanted to make
    the best of what remained of the summer. Our big moment in the
    spotlight was behind us now, although the rest of the world had yet to
    see it. Now Tony and I had a goal to establish a D.B.A. chapter in the
    Boise area and this is how we planned to finish out our summer.
    	We wanted to get started as soon as possible, so I invited Tony
    over to my house the following Sunday morning to join my family in
    eating a home-cooked breakfast. Tony had ridden his bike over to my
    house in just his diaper and a shirt. After Tony and I ate as much as
    we could, we went out to the patio and got down to business. We pulled
    our chairs right up to each other so that we could both read through
    the materials that were given to help us start our club. We had brought
    back with us a large binder that fully spelled out the rules and
    guidelines of the D.B.A. club. I went into my room to get the binder
    and then I sat back down next to Tony. I set the spine of the binder
    down in the tight space between mine and Tony's adjoining thighs and
    then opened it up. We both read through the materials together.
    	The first pages of the binder included a bunch of background
    information on how the club was started in California and what its
    goals were, the mission statement, the club's purpose, code of ethical
    standards, etc. Next, it covered details on how to run the club, how
    and when to organize meetings, what activities to do, how much to
    collect in dues, and a number of other guidelines to assist in
    establishing and maintaining a successful group. Much of how the club
    would be run was to be up to the Club Director's decision. The
    strictest guidelines pertained to membership qualifications to be a
    Club Director. There were only three basic criteria that were listed,
    along with a detailed explanation of the reasons for the criteria. The
    text is abbreviated from what appeared in the binder, but below is a
    general overview of what each of the requirements were:

    1.	All Club Directors and Members must be boys. No girls are allowed to
    be Club Directors or Members. As interest in this organization
    mostly comes from boys we feel that girls who wear diapers would be
    out of place as members of the club and would not be comfortable in
    such a setting. Girls may attend meetings and provide assistance in
    club activities, however. A separate group for girls will be
    established in the future if there s enough interest to warrant it.
    2.	Members be at least five years of age and no more than seventeen.
    Club Directors must be at least twelve years of age and no more than
    seventeen. Members who are ages nine to eleven may be Club Directors
    with parental supervision. This group is run by kids and is for
    kids. A Member who turns eighteen must relinquish his membership,
    but he may continue to serve as an Adult Mentor and volunteer his
    assistance and services when and where needed (i.e. transportation.)
    A Club Director or Assistant Club Director who turns eighteen will
    receive Club Director Emeritus status, provided he has had at least
    a six-month tenure of being a Club Director. He must hand over his
    position as a Club Director to a younger Member of his chapter,
    either by appointment or by a vote of the members.
    3.	Club Directors must wear diapers at *all* times, including school.
    Part-time diaper-wearers, including those who only need to wear
    nighttime wetting protection, are not eligible to become Club
    Directors. Therefore, all Club Directors must use their diapers for
    both urine and bowel movements at all times, no exceptions. We feel
    that our organization will be best represented at its top levels by
    full-time diaper-wearers. Part-time diaper-wearers are still
    eligible to become Members, but are encouraged to use their diapers
    as much as possible for both for urination and bowel movements. A
    Member who is interested in becoming a Club Director who isn't a
    current full-time diaper wearer may become a Club Director upon
    signing an agreement which states that he will now and forever
    abdicate his parental declaration of being toilet trained and must
    never again use a toilet. Any Club Director who is found to be using
    a toilet and is reported will lose his status as Director and will
    be suspended from this position for a minimum of three months.
    Regular Members who have no intentions of becoming Directors may
    also voluntarily sign the toilet-training declaration waiver if they
    so choose.

    	The first requirement was easy enough and Tony and I didn't have
    a problem with having a boys-only diaper club, especially as we felt
    that diapers were a boys' thing anyway. Had the club been established
    to either allow or require girl membership, I don't think Tony or I
    would have wanted to start our own D.B.A. chapter. The second
    stipulation involving an age limit was also okay with us. Tony and I
    had about another five and a half years or so to be in the club before
    moving on and turning the helm over to someone else. We also liked that
    we'd still be recognized as emeritus members once we became adults.
    	The third requirement sounded good to Tony and I, but we both
    agreed that it was rather restrictive and would shut out a lot of
    potential directors since not all boys wear diapers all the time and
    some only wear them to pee in. On the other hand, the idea behind the
    club was to support and encourage the use of diapers as an alternative
    to using toilets, as well as to help those who have no choice but to
    use diapers all the time. As for rescinding a director's status for
    using the toilet, I didn't think this was likely to happen to anyone. I
    wouldn't have the heart to turn in a fellow director who was caught
    using a toilet, but I would talk to him about it.
    	The booklet covered a number of other details, such as a list of
    violations that could terminate one's membership. There was the
    expected list of rules that pertained to courtesy and respect for one
    another. There was an entire section on being pacifist advocates, to
    not engage in militant activities. I could just see the headlines now:
    "Diaper-wearing advocacy group pickets, protests day care center--
    members say forcing toilet training on kids is wrong."
    	Other violations were more specific to wearing diapers. One such
    violation that called for immediate removal from the club would be if
    any member were found to be acting in an unethical manner, such as
    coercing kids who don't wish to wear diapers into trying them after
    refusing.

    	Another violation that caught my attention was that any boy who
    dressed or acted in an effeminate manner (being defined as a boy who
    wore pink diapers, plastic pants, dresses or any patently girlish
    attire) would immediately be ejected from the group permanently with no
    option to appeal. I was quite surprised to read that, according to the
    information, there were some boys who feel that wearing diapers gave
    them a sense of feeling girlish. Tony and I about puked on the mere
    thought of this as it tarnished my perception on how diapers were so
    exclusively boyish to me. Tony and I both agreed vehemently that we
    would not have any of this in our club whatsoever. It just seemed so
    out of place. I tried to delete the visual of this activity from my
    mind.
    	Other portions of the booklet included listing the duties and
    responsibilities of the Club Director and the Assistant Club Director.
    It also included provisions for ousting a Director in the event that
    his conduct called for it. Hopefully this would never happen to Tony or
    me.
    	After Tony and I had been reading through the binder for about
    twenty minutes Lisa came out to the patio to find out what we were
    doing.
    	"We're starting a diaper club," I told her.
    	"A diaper club!" Lisa said. "How cute! I'm surprised that you
    didn't come up with something like this before, being that you're so
    much into your diapers, Chris. When did you come up with this idea?"
    	"It's not my idea," I said. "It's something that they told us
    about in California, and Tony and I decided to start a diaper club here
    in Boise."
    	"So what's this that you're reading?" Lisa asked.
    	"It's all the information about the club," I said. Lisa picked it
    up off of mine and Tony's laps.
    	"Lemme see that," she said. "I thought you were just reading your
    diaper stories that you and Tony wrote."
    	Lisa sat down on the step outside the glass door and skimmed
    through the book.
    	"This is like, serious stuff, guys," Lisa said as she leafed
    through the binder. She got to the page that listed the member
    requirements.
    	"You must be a boy," she read. "Damn!" she added sarcastically.
    "And I really wanted to join, too!"
    	"Read the third one," I told Lisa.
    	"Well, that *definitely* disqualifies me!" Lisa said. "Are we
    allowed to change your diapers at your meetings?" she asked.
    	"It says that friends and siblings and other family members may
    attend meetings as guests and may assist in diaper changes and other
    duties," I said.
    	"Oh good!" Lisa said. "How many boys do you plan to recruit?"
    	"If we get all the boys who live around here that we met at
    summer camp, and then maybe get some from school, then hopefully we'll
    have about a dozen or so."
    	"That'll be fun," Lisa said. "Changing a dozen boys' dirty
    diapers and wiping all their butts!"
    	Lisa continued to read through the binder while Tony and I
    waited.
    	"Can we have it back now, please?" I asked Lisa.
    	"Just a minute," Lisa said. "Who's going to be the Director and
    the Assistant Director?"
    	"Tony and I agreed that I would be the Director," I said.
    	"You mean, you guys didn't argue over that?" Lisa said.
    	"We discussed it on the flight coming home yesterday," I said.
    "Since I'm the one who started this diaper thing, and since our house
    is bigger for meetings, Tony and I agreed that it would be better for
    me to be the Director. Do you agree?"
    	"Oh yeah, sure, sounds good to me," Lisa said. "Not that I doubt
    that Tony could do it, too. I mean, both of you are over-qualified, if
    anything, being the diaper freaks you two are!"
    	"Over-qualified?" I said. "We're boys, we wear diapers all the
    time and *never* use toilets, and we're twelve years old, the minimum
    age to be Directors without parental supervision. We're about as
    qualified as we can get."
    	"Do Mom or Dad know about this yet?" Lisa asked.
    	"No, but we're going to talk to them about it afterwards," I
    said.
    	"I don't know if Mom wants a bunch of boys in this house every
    time you have a meeting."
    	"We can have them outside," I said.
    	"Sure, and in the middle of December when it's snowing, having
    nothing to wear but diapers, how do you plan to do this? I read that
    all meeting attendees must be in just their diapers and a shirt during
    the meetings, not that this is anything unusual for you guys."
    	"I'm sure Mom will let me do it," I said. "We're only supposed
    have meetings at least once a month."
    	"This ought to be fun!" Lisa said as she handed back the binder.
    Tony and I read the rest of the binder and then we filled out the forms
    to mail back to the D.B.A. central office in California. Tony and I
    each filled out a form that officially designated us as Director and
    Co-Director, respectively, for the first Boise-area chapter of the
    D.B.A. We agreed to abide by the club's Code of Ethics and to fully
    conform to its membership requirements, which of course was no problem
    since both Tony and I hadn't used a toilet in almost four years. We
    also answered a series of questions on a questionnaire that was pretty
    much the same one that was used when Tony and I signed up to try out
    the Thickies diapers.
    	After we finished filling out our forms and officially signing
    our remaining childhood years to diaper-wearing advocacy, we went
    inside to discuss the D.B.A. diaper club with Mom. I set the binder
    down on the kitchen table and then went into the laundry room.
    	"Hey, Mom!" I said as Tony and I approached her. She was moving
    some of my diapers from the washer to the dryer.
    	"You busy?" I asked her.
    	"Busy? Nah, just washing your diapers as usual," Mom said,
    hinting at not only her sarcasm over the obvious answer to my question,
    but also that perhaps I should start taking care of this chore myself.
    "I should get another washer and dryer and put them in your room," she
    added. "What did you need?"
    	"Well, I need to talk to you about something," I answered. "Got a
    few minutes?"
    	"This isn't something bad, is it?" Mom asked, sounding concerned.
    	"No, no, not at all, Mom, this is good, very good, at least it is
    for me and Tony," I assured her.
    	"What is it?" Mom asked, her voice now indicating that she was
    merely curious.
    	"C'mere and sit down, I'll show you," I said to Mom. She tossed
    another armful of freshly-washed wet diapers into the dryer and then
    started it. She then followed Tony and me into the kitchen and we sat
    down at the table where I laid the binder.
    	"Tony and I are interested in starting a diaper club," I opened
    the discussion.
    	"That's nice," Mom said, not sounding too serious about it at
    first. "I'm surprised you didn't think of doing something like this
    sooner."
    	"That's what Lisa said," I commented.
    	"Well, Chris, the only thing you ever think about or talk about
    is diapers," Mom said. I smiled as she said this. "What are you
    planning to do when you get this diaper club started?"
    	"This explains it all right here," I said to Mom as I opened the
    binder and let her read through it.
    	"What's this?" Mom asked, surprised that we had such materials.
    	"It's all about the club," I said. "Read it."
    	"Where did you get this?" my Mom asked. "Did you and Tony make
    all this up or what?" Mom was surprised to see that the binder
    contained so much information.
    	"No, it's a nationwide diaper club for boys that they told us
    about while we were in California, and Tony and I want to start a
    chapter right here in the area."
    	"I thought you boys were just going to start some little club of
    your own," my Mom said. "This looks pretty involved, like a full-scale
    organization."
    	"Well, it will be our own club, more or less," I said. "It's just
    gonna be part of a larger organization of clubs where we all do the
    same things and follow the same guidelines."
    	Mom examined the front cover of the binder.
    	"What does D.B.A. stand for?" Mom asked me.
    	"Diapered Boys of America," both Tony and recited in unison ever
    so smoothly.
    	"What's this club about?" Mom asked. "It looks like some radical
    advocacy group or something."
    	"Well, Mom, you're right. We want to let everyone know that it's
    okay to wear diapers and not be a baby, that it's okay to like wearing
    diapers, and, like gay people, we shouldn't have to stay in the
    closet."
    	"The way you usually smell Chris, you'd suffocate if you kept
    yourself in the closet all the time," Mom quipped.
    	"I hope you know I'm serious about this, Mom," I said.
    	"I'm pretty sure you are, Chris," my Mom said. "I just think it
    sounds a little extreme from what I'm reading here."
    	"That's why I want to do it," I said to Mom. "I'm an extremist
    when it comes to diapers."
    	Mom continued to read through some of the pages. I directed her
    to the portions that I wanted her to see. After a couple minutes of
    silence from my Mom I was beginning to wonder if she would let me start
    the club or not.
    	"Well?" I said to Mom. "What do you think? Can I do it?"
    	"If you want to do this, Chris, that's up to you," my Mom said,
    sounding like she had some reservations, but at the same time resigning
    herself to accepting the fact that I was, in fact, a diaper extremist
    who was willing to dedicate my time to such a club. "It's sure a lot
    better than seeing you join up with some gang, not that I ever thought
    you would. Go ahead, Chris. I know it's want you want to do more than
    anything else."
    	"Thank you, Mom, I love you!" I said as I jumped up and gave Mom
    a hug.
    	"Just remember that schoolwork and chores always come first," Mom
    said.
    	"Yeah, sure, no problem," I said, agreeing to keep up my end of
    the bargain.
    	"You must get at least a C in every class, preferably Bs," Mom
    added. "If not, no club, got it?"
    	"Absolutely," I assured my Mom. "This means a lot to me, Mom, it
    really does."
    	While this stipulation would present a challenge for some of my
    lesser-liked subjects, if it meant being allowed to maintain a diaper
    club, it was damn well worth it.
    	"What about the meetings?" I asked Mom, since this was the area I
    was most concerned about getting my Mom's approval.
    	"Why, how many members do you think you'll get?" Mom asked, still
    sounding skeptical to the idea.
    	"Well, Tony and I make two, Bryce and Derek make four, so we'll
    have at least that many to start off with," I answered. "We'll get a
    hold of some of the boys from summer camp, and then maybe some kids at
    school will want to join, too. We're hoping for a dozen or so members."
    	"A dozen diapered boys in my house," Mom said. "Time to stock up
    on air fresheners." Tony and I both chuckled at this. At least this
    comment indicated that Mom was warming up to the idea somewhat. Mom was
    being facetious, but I wanted a real answer from her.
    	"Seriously, Mom, what about the meetings? I just want to make
    sure it's okay to have them here."
    	"When will you hold your meetings?" Mom asked.
    	"We'll have them on the first Saturday of every month, maybe
    every other Saturday after things get going more," I told Mom. She
    paused for a moment.
    	"Since it's just four of you boys in it for now, we'll see how
    things go then," Mom said. "We may have to make some arrangements if
    your little diaper club gets too big."
    	"So you're really going to let me do this?" I asked my Mom.
    	"I know I couldn't stop you from doing it, Chris," Mom said.
    "Personally, I think you're obsessed with your diaper fetish, but we
    and the rest of the family have come to accept this about you, Chris,
    so we won't interfere with whatever you want to do to satisfy these
    feelings. Your father and I both acknowledge that we gave into your
    diaper fetish by forcing you to wear diapers before realizing that this
    was what you really wanted in spite of what we were hoping to
    accomplish otherwise. I would rather you do whatever makes you happy--
    and I know that diapers do just that for you-- so as long as you can
    have fun with other boys who enjoy wearing diapers like you, fine. As
    long as you're not hurting anyone or yourself. I'd much rather you be
    addicted to diapers than to drugs."
    	That was a little more of an answer than I was counting on, but
    it was good to know that my involvement in running a diaper club would
    not create any friction between my family and I. I was still concerned
    about my Dad's opinion of this.
    	"What do you think Dad will say?" I asked my Mom.
    	"I'm going to go talk to him about it," my Mom said. She then
    went outside where my Dad was working. A few minutes later my Dad
    called Tony and me out to the garage where he was working. Actually, my
    Dad was out front. Both Tony and I stood in the driveway in just our
    diapers. As expected, the other kids in the neighborhood were staring
    at our diapered butts, blindingly white and gleaming in the midday
    August sun.
    	"I understand you boys want to start some sort of diaper club,"
    Dad said as he wiped the sweat from his brow.
    	"Yeah, we do, Dad," I said nervously, fearing Dad's disapproval.
    	"Your mother showed this to me," Dad said, holding the binder in
    his hands. "I can't believe there are clubs like this!"
    	"There are, and Tony and I want to be a part of it," I said.
    	"I'm telling you, Brenda, the boy's obsessed with his diapers,"
    my Dad said.
    	"I know, Robert, but at least he's not doing drugs, let's count
    our blessings."
    	"Let the boy have his diaper club," my Dad said as he handed back
    the binder without discussing it any further.
    	"Thanks, Dad," I said to him. Tony and I high-fived each other.
    	"Just don't fall behind on your schoolwork, understand?"
    	"Yes, Dad," I said.
    	"Let's get this thing started!" I said as Tony and I both danced
    around the front yard excitedly. We both chanted, "We're starting a
    diaper club! We're starting a diaper club!"
    	"Let's go over to Derek's house!" Tony suggested. Wearing just
    our diapers, Tony and I walked across the front yard and then we went
    to Derek's house next door. Jennie greeted us at the door and invited
    us in and led us out to the back yard. Derek and Steven were both
    playing catch. Each of them was quite heavily diapered, wearing only
    their massive diapers and T-shirts.
    	"Hey Derek!" I hollered at him.
    	"You're back!" Derek shouted as he and Steven came waddling up to
    Tony and me. Jennie laughed as she watched her brothers try to walk
    normally in the thick diapers. Tony and I told Derek about all the fun
    we had in California. After we talked about this for a few minutes we
    showed Derek the binder for the D.B.A. club and told him about it. We
    informed him of the strict requirements that he remain in diapers fully
    one hundred percent of the time, including school. We didn't tell him
    that this requirement applied just to Directors, though.
    	"How long is your Mom keeping you in diapers?" I asked Derek.
    	"She didn't say," Derek said. "But I hope she never takes them
    away."
    	"As much as she spent on your diapers at Kidz Klothez, I'd say
    you're in it for the long haul," I told Derek. "Wear them long enough,
    and soon you'll need them like Tony and I do."
    	Derek sounded pretty excited about coming to the meetings and
    getting together with all the other boys whom we hoped would become
    members. After asking Tony and me a couple more questions he agreed to
    join the club.
    	"Yes!" Tony and I shouted together. We watched Derek sign his
    name to the form (in red crayon), agreeing to forsake now and forever,
    any and all previous parental obligations and expectations to use a
    toilet for urinary and fecal elimination. As Derek was destined to be
    in diapers indefinitely as it was, he was easily qualified to become a
    club member and maybe a Director in a few years.
    	Next we handed Derek a questionnaire form, which he also filled
    out in red crayon. We helped him with some of the questions. When he
    signed the form (which of course he printed his name) we declared him
    as a member.
    	"Welcome to the club, Derek," I said. Tony and I each shook his
    hand.
    	"Can Steven be in the club, too?" Derek asked.
    	"He can when he's five," I said. "Hopefully he won't be toilet
    trained by then."
    	"I don't think he will," Derek said. "My Mom said she isn't going
    to try making him use the potty anymore, and he told me he likes to be
    in diapers."
    	"Excellent!" I exclaimed. "When's his birthday?" I asked.
    	"November the sixth," Derek said.
    	"Well, then we'll remember to get him entered into the club
    then," I said.
    	"Hey, that's one of our meeting days!" Tony exclaimed. He had
    written down all the dates of the upcoming meetings and November 6 was
    one of them listed.
    	"Should I tell my Mom about this?" Derek asked.
    	"If you want to," I said to Derek. "It's not like it's some
    secret club, and since your Mom already makes you wear diapers it won't
    be any problem for you to be in the club."
    	After we talked about the club some more we went out to the
    living room and Derek told his Mom that Derek joined our diaper club.
    	"That's nice," his mother said, sounding indifferent. "You're in
    diapers forever as far as I'm concerned, so you might as well make the
    best of it."
    	Derek's Mom didn't seem to think much of the club and she didn't
    know of its soon-to-be nationwide scope or how much it had been
    established already. Tony and I figured that she didn't need to know
    the details of the club, and whenever Derek came over to attend
    meetings his Mom would just think he was going over to play.
    	After Tony and I left Derek's house we decided to go to Bryce's
    house and get him signed up. I called Bryce to find out if he was home
    and if it would be okay for us to visit. Gina answered when I called.
    	"Is Bryce there?" I asked her.
    	"Yeah, he is. Mom's changing his diapers now. Is this Chris?"
    	"Yes," I replied.
    	"Is Cindy there?" she asked.
    	"Yeah," I said.
    	"Good, let me talk to her! I have to tell her something! I was
    gonna call her."
    	"Well, I have something to tell Bryce, too," I said.
    	"I betcha mine's more important than yours!" Gina said.
    	"Shit," I muttered impatiently as I pulled the phone away from my
    mouth. Tony snickered as he watched me roll my eyes. He knew what I was
    having to put up with right now.
    	"Why? What do you want to talk to Cindy about?" I asked."
    	"Boys," she said. "What do you want to talk to Bryce about?"
    	"Boys," I replied.
    	"Diaper boys, I'm sure," Gina said. "The boys I want to talk
    about don't wear diapers. In fact, they don't wear much at all."
    	Dammit, I hated it when Gina answered. I was losing my patience.
    I slapped my hand on the kitchen counter.
    	"Can I please talk to Bryce first?" I huffed and sighed.
    	"Oh, I guess," Gina said, just to tease me. She then gave the
    phone to Bryce. He answered it and talked to me while his Mom was still
    busy changing him.
    	"I gotta show you something!" I said to Bryce. "Can I come over
    and let you see it?"
    	"What is it?" Bryce asked.
    	"It's a surprise," I said. "You'll have to see it," I told him.
    	"Okay, sure, come on over," he said.
    	Gina then grabbed the phone after Bryce said goodbye.
    	"Now can I talk to Cindy?" she asked me.
    	"I'll go get her," I said. I hollered for Cindy, who was in the
    bathroom. I told her that Gina was on the phone.
    	"I'll be right out!" Cindy hollered.
    	"She's in the bathroom," I said.
    	"So?" Gina said. "Bryce was in the bathroom-- well, you know,
    sort of, getting a diaper change-- when you called, and I didn't make
    you wait, Chris."
    	Cindy came out of the bathroom a moment later. I handed her the
    phone. Tony and I then took off and headed to Bryce's house on our
    bikes. We rode all the way across the neighborhood wearing just our
    diapers and our shirts. As it was a hot day, lots of kids were playing
    outside and most of them observed our very conspicuous and prominent
    diapered behinds sticking up as we hauled diaper-ass going over to
    Bryce's house.
    	Several minutes later we arrived at Bryce's house. Gina greeted
    us at the door. She was in a very skimpy, butt-revealing bikini.
    Bryce's parents were out for the day.
    	"You boys don't *ever* wear pants anymore, do you?" Gina said to
    us, noting our big diapers, especially mine.
    	"You're not exactly well-dressed, either," I commented. She
    turned around and I could see the top of her butt crack. "At least my
    bare butt isn't showing."
    	"My butt isn't covered in shit ninety-nine percent of the time,
    either. In fact, it never is," Gina remarked as she invited us in. "You
    actually rode your bikes all the way over here like that?"
    	"If we wore any shorts everyone would have still seen our diapers
    anyway," I said.
    	"Whatever," Gina said. We walked through the house and went out
    to the back yard where Bryce was playing with his Hot Wheels cars.
    	"Hey guys!" Bryce said. His gleaming white diaper appeared to be
    freshly changed as I could see residual skiffs of baby powder on his
    inner thighs just outside of his bulging diapers. We told Bryce all
    about the Thickies photo shoot and all the fun we had doing it.
    	"So that was the surprise?" Bryce said. "I knew about that."
    	"No, no, this is the surprise," I said as I presented to Bryce
    the D.B.A. diaper club binder. I explained it to him and told him about
    all the fun things we would be doing in the club. I knew he would
    easily meet the qualification standards as he was also far removed from
    ever using a toilet again. It didn't take long for him to agree to sign
    up and become a member. He filled out the application, the
    questionnaire, and of course, the waiver to renounce any declaration of
    being toilet trained he may have once had.
    	Gina came out to the back yard to suntan herself. While she was
    out there she came over to the dirt pit where Bryce was playing to find
    out what we were doing.
    	"A diaper club, sheesh! It figures!" Gina said before going back
    out into the yard. Cindy showed up a short time later and joined Gina
    on the lawn. Bryce, Tony and I minded our own business as we played in
    the dirt pile, oblivious to nature's call as we all wet and messed our
    diapers and continued playing. We had a good time and played for
    awhile. Then, two teenage boys showed up unexpectedly. Cindy came over
    to us and asked us if we could leave.
    	"Why? Who are these guys?" I asked.
    	"Just some friends," Cindy said. "We'd like it if you boys could
    leave."
    	"But we were here first," I said.
    	"Well, now it's our turn to have the back yard," Cindy argued
    back.
    	"Fuck it, let's leave," I told Tony and Bryce, rather than get
    into a pointless argument with Cindy.
    	"Check it out, they're in diapers, man!" I heard one of the boys
    say as he pointed.
    	"That's my brother, Bryce," Gina said as she pointed to him.
    	"The blonde one's my brother and the black-haired one is his
    friend," Cindy said as she brought the boy over to us. "Chris, this is
    Adam, Adam, this is my brother Chris."
    	"Pleased to meet you, guy," the kid said as he shook my hand. I
    could tell from the position of his eyes that he was looking at my
    diapers. He was introduced to Tony and Bryce as well.
    	"Never seen anyone your age in diapers before," Adam said.
    	"Well, now you have," I replied as Tony, Bryce and I left and
    headed back to my house. If Tony and I and the other club members did
    our work right, hopefully people like Adam would see a lot more of us
    older boys in diapers and get over the assumption that diapers are for
    babies only.

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Forever In Diapers, Parts 71-80

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