    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 171
    ----------------------------

    	Monday morning returned yet once again, and along with it the
    usual feelings that overcame me as I thought about what the coming week
    would bring me. I had a number of things to remember to take with me,
    so this made for an especially chaotic morning; especially as last
    night's power outage prevented me from getting things done. While I was
    still in my poop-stinky and wet cloth diapers I rounded up several
    things for me to take to school. For starters I needed to replenish my
    diaper supply that I kept at school. I determined that taking a week's
    supply with me each Monday worked the best, and if need be I could
    always bring more diapers later in the week if I ran out too early. Mom
    had bought for me some new Thickies disposable diapers for me over the
    weekend. With my books included, I could only fit seven of these huge
    diapers into my book/diaper bag. Actually, since the volume of the
    diapers exceeded the volume of my books, it was more like a diaper/book
    bag instead, subordinating "book" to "diaper".
    	I also needed to leave room in my diaper/book bag for the other
    things I needed to bring with me this morning. There was the blank
    video tape that I was to give to Jimmy so that he could make for me a
    copy of last weekend's diaper fun at his house. I ran out into the
    living room and grabbed a blank video tape, still in its wrapping, so I
    knew there was nothing on it. Next came the reprints of some of my
    diaper change photos that Megan wanted. They were right where I had
    left them, so I put them in the bag. Lastly, I needed to give to Luke a
    copy of the rules for playing strip/diaper poker. I meant to print
    these out last night, but with the power being out, this was obviously
    impossible to do then.
    	"Shit!" I exclaimed as I realized this. I retrieved one of my
    many floppy disks from my desk drawer and fortunately remembered which
    one had the file in question on it. I was still in my dirty diapers
    from last night as I scurried out into the front room and to the
    computer to boot it up. It took awhile for the 386 DX/40 system to boot
    to Windows, even with 8 megabytes of RAM. Mom came into the front room
    and asked me what I was doing, with an implied "the hell" in there
    somewhere, reminding me that I only had fifteen minutes to go before
    catching the bus.
    	"I need to print up something for school," I said as I inserted
    the disk into the drive.
    	"Why didn't you do that last night?" Mom asked.
    	"The power was out, remember?" I said.
    	"It came back on before you went to bed, so you could have done
    it then while doing your 'Doogie Howser' thing with the diary."
    	"I know, but I forgot," I said as I stood there before the
    computer letting mom get a good long look at my diapered butt.
    	"You haven't even gotten your diapers changed yet!" Mom
    exclaimed.
    	"You mean you just noticed?" I asked Mom, since it was quite
    obvious that I was still in my cloth diapers.
    	"Chris, don't get smart with me," Mom snapped.
    	"Sorry, but I just thought that you'd have to be blind to see
    that I'm still in my cloth diapers."
    	"Cindy isn't going to have enough time to change you!" Mom said.
    	"This will only be a minute," I said, as I got ready to open the
    Write application.
    	"You only have *fifteen* of those precious *minutes*, Chris," Mom
    said. "Is it an assignment?"
    	I had to think quickly. Fortunately my head was turned the other
    way so Mom couldn't see my facial expressions. I was bending the truth
    a little, but as I had assigned to myself to do what I was doing, then
    I figured it counted as an assignment, just not for school.
    	"Yeah, it is," I said. "And it's due today."
    	"What's the name of the file?" Mom asked me with a sigh as she
    came over to the computer. "You get Cindy to change your diapers and
    I'll print it out for you."
    	"Shit," I thought as I got out of the chair and let Mom sit
    there. I didn't want mom to see the printout since it would clearly not
    be a school assignment. I didn't have time to back out of this now and
    I had to make it seem legitimate (as far as Mom was concerned), and I
    figured once mom had it printed out at least I'd have it printed,
    anyway.
    	"What's the filename?" Mom asked me again.
    	"Uhh, it's called SD-POKER.WRI," I said. Look for it on the
    floppy disk." Apparently this filename didn't faze mom and she didn't
    seem to question it. I stood there and watched Mom scrolling down the
    list of files on my disk. I could just imagine what she must have
    thought when she saw some of the other filenames come up in the list,
    such as ASSDIAP, BUTTDIAP, BUTSTINK, CHRISBUT, DEREK, DIAPBUT1,
    DIAPBUT2 (all the way to DIAPBUT8), several more files that started
    with DIAP* and DPR*, then there was FARTGAME, JAYUNDRW, JAKOFFDP,
    MEGAN&ME, MESSMIKE, POOPDIAP, POOPITUS, a couple other POOP* files, and
    several others in between which were clearly diaper stories or similar
    material. Even with the eight-character filenames, it was obvious what
    most of these files were. SD-POKER came just before SHITDIAP. I could
    tell that Mom didn't exactly approve of my filenames, but she was
    probably not too surprised.
    	"I got this, Chris, now go get your diapers changed!" Mom
    prompted me as she waited for file to open. "Is Cindy ready?"
    	"I think so," I replied.
    	"Go get her, you're already going to miss breakfast."
    	As I went back to my room I hoped that Mom wouldn't get curious
    and want to see what else was on that disk. It was no secret that she
    knew about the diaper stories that I wrote, but there were still a few
    things that I didn't want her to look at, especially the story I wrote
    about Megan and me losing our virginities to each other and a few of
    the things we did after that time.
    	Cindy was finished up and ready to go to school.
    	"Why weren't you ready?" Cindy asked me as she emerged from the
    bathroom.
    	"I had a couple things to do first," I said.
    	"Well, you don't have much time," she said as she patted me on
    the butt and scooted me into my bedroom.
    	"Mom already let me know that, thanks," I replied with an air of
    resentment for her nagging. I took my spot on the changing table. Cindy
    then quickly removed my diapers and wiped me up. Since she was in a
    hurry she didn't spend much time cleaning up my poop. She just got the
    excess shit off of my butt and then diapered me in a disposable.
    	"It's going to get dirty and you'll poop in it anyway," she said,
    "so you might as well give your diaper a head start."
    	Once Cindy had me taped up in my disposable diaper I got up and
    put my socks on. I then quickly brushed my teeth. I went out to the
    front room to see if Mom had printed that page for me. She did, but she
    could see that it was not anything I needed for school.
    	"*This* isn't your assignment, Chris, is it?" Mom asked me.
    	"Yeah, it is," I said.
    	"Somehow I doubt that," Mom said.
    	"Sorry," I said to Mom. "I told Luke that I'd bring that to him
    today."
    	"I'm sure Luke could have waited one more day for it," Mom said.
    "Had I known what it really was I wouldn't have bothered."
    	"Well, thanks for printing it anyway," I said to Mom. I made sure
    to grab my floppy disk while I was thinking about it.
    	"Get your pants on, the bus comes in less than five minutes!" Mom
    prompted me. "There's some Pop Tarts in the toaster for you to grab on
    your way out."
    	"How about I ride with Lisa and Cindy since I'm running late?" I
    suggested.
    	"They won't have time to drop you off, Chris, now get going!"
    	"Yes, Mom," I groaned while rolling my eyes. I went into my room
    and, after securing my disk in my desk drawer again, I put my pants on
    and then I grabbed my bag, sticking the printout in its outer zipper
    pouch. Mom got my jacket out for me.
    	"It's raining, by the way," Mom said as I put my jacket on. I had
    set my Pop Tarts down on the couch and Cotton was about to take a bite
    off of one of them. I quickly broke off a corner for him and tossed it
    on the floor, and then I headed out the door. While I was running
    towards the bus stop in the rain I stuffed the first of the two Pop
    Tarts in my mouth. I ate the second one while standing there waiting
    for the bus. A girl was kind enough to let me stand under her umbrella
    with her, but she was repelled by the smell of my pre-dirtied diaper
    and said that she couldn't stand that close to me. A couple of boys
    thought this was funny. It didn't really bother me to be out in the
    rain, just as long as we didn't have to be out in it during P.E. class.
    	The first part of the day went by as usual. When the break came
    Tony and I met with Jimmy, Jay, Luke and Bryce. I asked the others if
    their power was out last night. Luke mentioned that he lost power at
    his house, but Jimmy and Jay still had theirs on.
    	"Did you guys watch 'America's Funniest' last night?" I asked
    them.
    	"I did," Jimmy said.
    	"So did we," Jay added.
    	"Did I miss any good diaper scenes?" I asked. Jimmy then spoke
    up.
    	"Yeah, there was this one that showed these three boys who looked
    to be about nine or ten and they all had these super thick diapers on,
    I couldn't believe it!"
    	"Damn!" I said as I snapped my fingers in disappointment, feeling
    that I would naturally miss something like this. "Did you get it on
    tape?"
    	"No, my mom was taping something on another channel," Jimmy said.
    	"Oh, man!" I exclaimed. "What about you guys, Jay?"
    	"Actually, I didn't see anything like that," Jay said.
    	"Shit!" I exclaimed with as much suppression as I could muster as
    I pounded my fist onto the table. "Were you out of the room at any
    time?"
    	"Nope, I watched it all, commercials and everything," Jay said.
    "It's not like I need to get up and use the bathroom or anything."
    	Jimmy then started laughing.
    	"What?" I asked him as I became suspicious.
    	"I was just kidding!" he said.
    	"Kidding about what? You mean you *did* tape it?" I asked him,
    hoping that he did.
    	"No, but there wasn't any diaper scenes at all, you didn't miss
    anything."
    	"There was a girl shown," Jay stated, dragging my disappointment
    down even further.
    	"Well, those don't count as far as we're concerned," I said. "How
    old did she look?"
    	"About a year," Jay said.
    	"Thank God," I said, exhaling a sigh of relief. "At least we can
    count on toilet training to have come pretty soon for her. Did you
    watch something else to erase it from your mind?"
    	"I looked at the pictures of me and Aaron in diapers at our
    sleepover last weekend," Jay said. "That made me feel better."
    	I gave Jimmy the videotape and Luke the strip/diaper poker rules.
    I told him and everyone else about my mom printing it for me this
    morning.
    	"Did she say anything?" Luke asked.
    	"She didn't like how it wasn't a school assignment like I told
    her," I said. "I'm just glad she didn't see all the other things that I
    had on there."
    	"Can I have a copy of that?" Bryce asked.
    	"Sure, maybe at lunchtime we can make copies in the library," I
    suggested.
    	Just as I closed my book bag Luke saw the envelope of photos and
    asked me what they were. Since we were pretty much by ourselves I got
    them out and quickly passed them around for the others to see. A couple
    of girls walked by and looked over Jay's shoulder as he was thumbing
    through all the pictures that showed me in various stages of a diaper
    change. After they passed by I heard them giggling to each other.
    	The five-minute bell then rang, so we all had to diverge and go
    to our next classes. All throughout math class I thought about how P.E.
    class would go, hoping that Mr. Brown would get fired sooner or later.
    I wasn't looking forward to Hugh's return to class after being
    suspended for a week. At least I knew Brent wouldn't be coming back any
    time soon, though. I could hardly stand to face another day with that
    asshole. I was glad to learn that we were going to be inside today,
    playing in the gym since it was still raining.
    	After we did the warm-up exercises we were going to play
    basketball. This didn't sound too bad since I pretty much knew how the
    game was played, just that I doubted my abilities.
    	"Okay, if there is anyone here who doesn't know how to play
    basketball, well, you'd better learn mighty quick, because we ain't got
    the time to go over the rules," Mr. Brown said. I could clearly tell
    that he was looking at me, then Jay, then Tony while he talked about
    this. "For some of you, if your knowledge of football is any
    indication, you'd had better hope that I don't decide to give you all a
    quiz on basketball, too." At this moment everyone turned to either look
    at me, Tony or Jay.
    	With no further interruptions, two team captains were designated
    and they each chose players. Naturally Hugh was one of them and Shane
    was the other. I thought for sure Hugh would choose Russ, but it seemed
    that these two were no longer on speaking terms. He was chosen for
    Shane's team after four names had been called for each team. It was no
    surprise that Jimmy, Tony, Jay and I were the last four standing. Jimmy
    was then called, followed by me, then it was Tony, and finally, Jay.
    	Before the game started, one of the teams had to go shirtless so
    that we could more easily identify our teammates. It turned out that we
    got to be on the "skins" team, as it was called. As open as I was about
    wearing diapers without pants, I just didn't like being without a shirt
    on, even while at home. Since Tony often slept without his shirt and
    was used to it, I asked him if we could trade teams, but Mr. Brown
    wouldn't let us do it, the dick.
    	As much as I didn't want to, I had to remove my shirt as did Jay.
    I stood out more than the other boys did with my diapers coming up so
    much higher than my shorts could go, even if my shorts were to be
    pulled up to a ridiculous height. I might as well have taken my shorts
    off at that point since so much of my diaper was showing. Jay was in a
    similar situation since all his extra underwear was in larger sizes on
    top and these larger sizes came up higher on him. I could see about
    half a dozen waistbands showing, but I knew he had on a lot more than
    this. Most of the other shirtless boys either didn't have their
    underwear showing or that it only showed by an inch or two at the very
    most.
    	It didn't take long for Jay's land my own lack of dexterity to be
    realized by ourselves and our, ahem, teammates. We hardly felt like we
    were part of the team, but unlike with playing football, we were
    actually trying. Throughout the game I missed the ball a couple of
    times when it was passed to me. The kids from the other team kept
    stealing it away from me, and when I passed it to another teammate I'd
    either mistakenly throw it to a guy on the other team or that someone
    would intercept and steal the ball. The assistant had been keeping
    score. Within five minutes the shirts had 18 points and the skins had
    12. Jay had made his share of mistakes, too. Everyone was getting fed
    up with us. Tony was actually pretty good with zipping though the
    court, but he wasn't much of a dribbler. Jimmy was doing okay as far as
    I could tell. Clearly Jay and me were the weak links on our team and
    Mr. Brown was getting fed up with all the mistakes that we were making.
    He blew his whistle and made everyone stop. Once the gym was silent he
    called Tony, Jay and me over to him. What followed was an embarrassing
    and certainly unwarranted chewing us out in front of the whole class
    for our inexperience and lack of skill.
    	"You boys have no excuse for such poor playing!" he opened as he
    shouted at us. "I don't know if it's because those diapers slow your
    butts down or what, but you three have got to be the absolute WORST
    students I have ever had! I've seen special ed students play better
    than you guys! You are all a complete disgrace and sorry excuses for
    being my students! I thought that maybe you could handle basketball,
    but I guess I was wrong, silly ol' me! I don't know why I even waste my
    time with you three! What do you guys have to say for yourselves!?"
    	Mr. Brown waited for us to answer, but none of us wanted to say
    anything. I wanted to kick him in the nuts-- and damn hard, too-- for
    humiliating us once again. I was just about ready to cry as he
    continued to berate us. When he finished his tirade he told us to go
    sit on the bleachers for the rest of the class. Jay and I picked up our
    shirts and then put them back on before going over to the bleachers. We
    decided to sit up several rows, towards the top.
    	"Now tomorrow we're going to show these incompetent boys over
    here how to play bas-ket-ball!" Mr. Brown told the class in a very
    condescending tone. Everyone laughed and stared at us. Mr. Brown then
    pointed to the basket closest to him and said, "basket..." and then to
    the ball he was holding in his hand, where he said, "...ball!" He then
    tossed it into the hoop. "Basketball! Say it with me everyone!"
    Everyone said the word "basketball", except for the three of us diaper
    boys who were removed from the game.
    	"How hard is that, really?" Mr. Brown said as he grabbed the ball
    and then tossed it towards one of the other kids. "Now come on, let's
    start over!" Mr. Brown instructed the assistant to reset the scoreboard
    and then he blew his whistle.
    	Meanwhile, the three of us were sitting in the "penalty box" as
    we had dubbed it. All I could do was stare at Mr. Brown and wish
    lightning would strike him dead on the spot; I hated him that much now.
    I could feel my blood boiling. For a moment I felt that I was literally
    seeing red. Jay was crying now. Tony put his arm around his neck.
    	"It's all right, Jay," I said to him. "I think that goddam,
    cocksucking, motherfucking, son-of-a-bitching, no-brained, asswipe,
    piece-of-elephant-shit, zero-IQ, single brain-celled, low-life, dick-
    sucking, ass-sniffing, fart-breathing, shit-licking, worthless, dog-
    butt-fucking, cum-slurping PRICK and BASTARD Mr. Brown-stained shitty-
    butt out there is going to get his sorry fucking ass fucking FIRED!" I
    shouted.
    	"Whoa, that was good," Tony said. "I couldn't have said it better
    myself."
    	"You ever watch 'Christmas Vacation?'" I asked Tony and Jay. Tony
    gave me a knowing nod, as he was familiar with the scene I was
    referring to.
    	"I wish I had that chainsaw that Clark Griswold was carrying
    around about now," I said fiendishly. "I wish Mr. Brown would have been
    shot when he was born. For that matter, I wish his mother had been
    shot, too, save the world from her passing on such bad genes. I mean,
    at the very least his mother's doctor should have been sued for
    malpractice for allowing that waste of human flesh out there to have
    even been BORN! Too bad his daddy didn't just jack off that night! What
    a crying, fucking shame that he's been breathing our air, eating our
    food and shitting it into our sewer all these years!"
    	Mr. Brown then came over to us and told us to shut up and watch
    everyone else play.
    	"You might actually learn something that way," he added as he
    turned his back and returned to the basketball game. I flipped him off,
    I then double-flipped him off. This still wasn't satisfying enough, so
    I turned around and mooned him, but with my diaper still on. Had I been
    able to easily remove the diaper I would have done so and let him have
    it bare-assed, shit and all.
    	"That's it, he's losing his job, today," I said as I pulled my
    shorts back up. "I am going to report him myself! He is way out of line
    and I have had it with him!"
    	"So go report him," Tony said. "We'll come with you."
    	Tony, Jay and I each got up, ready to march into the
    administration office and tell Mr. Carberry about Mr. Brown's treating
    us ever so despicably. At this moment Shane came running towards us
    with the ball. He ran up to the first couple steps on the bleachers.
    	"Hey guys, CATCH!" he said as he hurled the ball towards Jay. As
    Jay quickly moved to get out of its way, he lost his footing and he
    fell down the stairway on the bleachers. He tumbled quite a ways down.
    	"AHH!!! OWW! MY LEG!!! DAMMIT! IT HURTS! IT HURTS! OH JESUS!
    SOMEBODY HELP ME!" Jay screamed. He must have been in some serious
    pain, whatever it was that happened to him. Jay was crying, not that I
    could blame him. He couldn't even get up. Tony and I helped then him.
    He couldn't move his right leg and I knew that he was in trouble. I
    thought that Mr. Brown might stop the game and find out what was going
    on. He just let the others play, but they all stopped anyway once they
    saw what had happened.
    	"What's going on here?!" Mr. Brown demanded.
    	"Jay's hurt his leg, it might be broken!" I said. I assumed that
    even Mr. Brown wasn't enough of an asshole to see how much of an
    emergency this was and would just let Tony and I escort Jay to see the
    nurse. He was enough of an asshole, as it turned out.
    	"Oh, stop your pathetic whining and sniveling!" Mr. Brown said.
    "I know a broken leg when I see one, I've been a football coach, you
    know, and he doesn't have a broken leg!"
    	"I think it is broken!" Jay said in a voice that was strained by
    his excruciating pain.
    	"Let him sit down and wait a few minutes!" Mr. Brown said.
    	"No, he needs help, Mr. Brown! Now!" I demanded. "We're taking
    him to the nurse's office right now!"
    	"You are disrupting my class, Barrett! And besides, that's COACH
    Brown to you! Get it through that thick skull of yours, will you!" Mr.
    Brown told me. That was it, the last straw. He finally pushed me over
    the edge.
    	"FUCK YOU! MISSS-TER BROWN! COACH, MY FUCKING ASS! RIGHT! You're
    a goddam GYM TEACHER! Lay off the fucking ego trip! I'm tired of it!
    I'm sick and fucking tired of it, and I'm goddam tired of your FUCKING,
    FUCKING SHIT!"
    	"I will NOT accept that behavior from you!" Mr. Brown said.
    	"Do I have to repeat myself, MISTER Brown?! I said, FUCK YOU!
    DOUBLE FUCK YOU!"
    	"I want you in Mr. Swain's office right now!" Mr. Brown demanded.
    	"Fine, I'm heading that way anyway!" I said. "I'm going there to
    turn your sorry ass in and get you fired, something this damn school
    should have done long ago! You're not worth the shit in my diapers, Mr.
    Brown!"
    	With this, Mr. Brown stood there dumbfounded as we helped get Jay
    out of the gym and to the nurse's office.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 172
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    FOLLOW-UP ON CHRIS BRINGING VIDEOTAPE TO SCHOOL, MAKE SURE HE DOES THIS
    MAKE SURE CHRIS SHOES VIDEO OF GIRLS INTERVIEWING CHRIS AT JIMMYS HOSUE
    AT THE MEETING NEXT SATURDAY (CHRIS HAS BROUGHT THE TAPE FOR JIMMY TO
    MAKE A COPY FROM HIS ORIGINAL)
    TRY DING DONG DOG DOO DITCH ON JIMMY'S NEIGHBOR

    	"Ow, that hurts!" Jay yelped as he limped forward while he braced
    himself on mine and Tony's shoulders.
    	"Don't walk on it, don't put any weight on it," I told Jay,
    referring to his injured leg.
    	"I'm trying not to. Shit, I'm in so much pain!" he strained as we
    went out of the gym and into the hallway. Mr. Brown yelled at us one
    more time to go back to him. Had I not been busy helping Jay I would
    have dropped my shorts *and* my diaper and told him to kiss my shit-
    covered ass and then lick it clean. Jay whimpered some more as he
    hobbled along on our way to the nurse's office. As we entered the
    receptionist looked at us.
    	"Oh boy," she said, sizing up the situation. We helped Jay get
    sat down. Without asking anyone any questions, she paged the nurse out
    into the lobby. Fortunately she wasn't busy, and even if she was, she
    probably would have had to drop whatever she was doing to tend to Jay's
    situation.
    	"Oh dear," the nurse said in a sympathetic tone when she saw us.
    "What happened?"
    	I explained the whole situation to the nurse, leaving out the
    details about Mr. Brown's very poor handling of the situation. Tony,
    however, went off on a little rant about Mr. Brown. At this moment it
    wasn't that important anyway, which is why I didn't say anything. The
    nurse helped Jay into one of the "sick" rooms where he could lie down.
    She quickly examined his injury the best she could, being that she was
    a nurse and not a doctor, after all.
    	"I'll call am ambulance," she said as she left the room.
    	"Ambulance?" I said.
    	"He needs to be run into the hospital emergency room, pronto,"
    she said.
    	"Is it that bad?" I asked.
    	The nurse ignored me while she made the call. I wasn't thinking
    at the time, but she obviously had to get Jay taken care of before
    answering my question. After she got off the phone I asked her what was
    wrong.
    	"He probably sprained his knee joint," she said. "He's going to
    have to be looked at by the doctor at the ER and he will probably will
    get X-rayed."
    	"Is he going to be okay?" I asked worriedly.
    	"It's not life-threatening, I can assure you of that, dear," she
    said, trying to comfort me and put me at ease.
    	"He's not going to be crippled now, is he?" Tony asked.
    	"It's not a serious injury, hon," the nurse said. "You boys can
    go back to class now. I know you boys are concerned for your friend,
    but he will be in good care. I'll take it from here."
    	"Thanks," we said as we left the nurse's office. She picked up
    the phone and called Jay's mom, who was probably at work. Tony and I
    returned to the lobby, anticipating the shitstorm we'd get from Mr.
    Brown once we got back to class. That didn't happen, though. Just as we
    were leaving the office the receptionist asked us if we had hall
    passes.
    	"Excuse me?" I asked her.
    	"Hall passes!" she repeated loudly and rudely, looking over her
    glasses. "You have to have one to be excused from class!"
    	"It was an emergency, ma'am," I said, rolling my eyes and sighing
    in frustration. She returned a daggered stare.
    	"Then your teacher should have taken care of it!" she huffed.
    	"Well, he didn't, all right, and he didn't think it was
    necessary, so we took care of it instead!"
    	"Did your teacher authorize you to leave class?" the receptionist
    asked, maintaining her cold tone.
    	"No, he didn't, but that's his problem," I said.
    	"Stay right here. Mr. Swain will have a talk with you two boys."
    	"Say what?" Tony said. "Christ!"
    	"You boys violated school rules!" she said. "And don't use that
    kind of language, either!"
    	"Look! We had an emergency, dammit!" I shouted angrily, ignoring
    her previous admonishment.
    	"You didn't handle it properly!" she said. "And don't ever use
    that language on school grounds again!"
    	"Eat shit, bitch!" I was so tempted to tell the lady, but had she
    wanted to do that, I wouldn't have let her anyway.
    	"You mean, MR. BROWN didn't handle it properly!" I said.
    	"You do realize that your poor conduct is going to be reported to
    Mr. Swain," she warned me.
    	"I don't give a shit!" I mumbled under my breath.
    	"Apparently you do, or you would have said that a little louder,"
    she said.
    	"ALL RIGHT, I DON'T GIVE A SHIT! HOW'S THAT!? Is that what you
    want to hear?!" I snapped more loudly at the receptionist.
    	"You don't listen very well, do you, young man?" she said. "I've
    just about had it with you!"
    	I ignored her and then a few seconds later said, "Excuse me? I
    wasn't paying attention to what you just said."
    	"You're pushing your luck," she warned me in that singsong sort
    of tone that people tend to use for admonishments.
    	"Actually, I'm pushing a stool," I muttered as I unloaded more
    wet poop into my diaper, joyfully stinking up the waiting area. Tony
    suppressed a giggle as I said this. The receptionist seemed to ignore
    this comment as she answered the phone. She winced and fanned her face
    once the smell reached her nose, much to my satisfaction.
    	A couple minutes later the paramedics showed up and brought in a
    stretcher. I heard the workers talking to Jay, asking him what happened
    and assuring him that he would be all right. They then got him into the
    stretcher and carried him out.
    	"Bye, Jay," Tony and I said to Jay as he was carried out of the
    office by the paramedics who walked past us. He waved to us as they
    turned the corner and went out to the ambulance I presumed was parked
    right out in front of the school.
    	The dismissal bell had rung, soon followed by the din of students
    talking, shouting, and laughing with one another as they scrambled to
    get to their fifth period classes. As for Tony and me, we just hoped
    our teachers would be notified later on. It was bad enough that we were
    being detained as it was.
    	A few minutes later Mr. Swain came out of his office and was
    briefed by the receptionist on the situation.
    	"Step into my office, boys," Mr. Swain ordered us. We each took
    our seats and sat nervously before the stern-faced disciplinarian. As
    always, he slammed his door to show us that he really meant business.
    What a prick!
    	"We meet again," he said as he cracked his knuckles. "I don't
    suppose you have a convenient excuse *this* time, do you?" he opened.
    	"We don't need an excuse," I said plainly with my arms folded as
    I stared icily into Mr. Swain's eyes.
    	"We had to bring Jay down here because he hurt his knee," Tony
    said.
    	"And we weren't about to wait for that stupid Mr. Brown to write
    us up some stupid hall passes for an emergency!" I added.
    	"Mr. Brown wouldn't have written them for us anyway!" said Tony.
    	"You *do* realize this was an emergency, don't you?" I added.
    	"Yeah, it was definitely an emergency," Tony stated.
    	"Look, I realize that it was an emergency situation, so I will
    disregard you not having hall passes. However, Mr. Brown did NOT grant
    you permission to leave class, and that is what you are in here for."
    	"Okay, so what do you have to say for Mr. Brown not taking care
    of the situation himself?" I asked Mr. Swain. "He apparently didn't see
    that it was an emergency, but *we* did. What are we supposed to do,
    just leave Jay lying there in agony since Mr. Brown wasn't going to do
    anything about it?!"
    	"All right, settle down, boys, let's talk about what happened,"
    Mr. Swain told us as he turned his chair around and leaned on its back.
    Mr. Swain asked us a few questions about the situation that led to
    Jay's injury. He turned back around to scribble some notes. After this
    went on for about five more minutes, I made a plea to Mr. Swain. He had
    gotten up from his chair to open his window. Tony had shit in his
    diaper and it added to the odors that I was creating. The small office
    had little ventilation.
    	"Look, Mr. Swain. We realize that may have violated school
    policy, but it was an emergency, at least we saw that it was. How were
    we to know the 'right' way to handle it, especially when Mr. Brown
    wouldn't take care of Jay? There was no question Jay was in serious
    pain."
    	"Mr. Barrett, I am taking all of that into account. I have not
    yet decided whether or not you and Tony should be disciplined for your
    conduct since you had good intentions and what I would say is a
    legitimate reason for what you had to do. However, I want to hear Mr.
    Brown's side of this before I decide how to proceed with this
    situation."
    	I rolled my eyes and sighed, thinking, "Oh great, Mr. Brown will
    do anything he can to make himself look innocent and get us in more
    trouble."
    	"I will have a meeting with Mr. Brown this afternoon. Now, don't
    think you're off the hook just yet."
    	"So, what will this mean?" Tony asked. "Detention?"
    	"If I see to it, yes," Mr. Swain said. "Possibly suspension."
    	"So, if we're not getting detention or anything, how will we
    know? I mean, I don't want to keep waiting, wondering if we're going to
    get in trouble or not."
    	"You will be called down again and informed of any consequences
    of your actions. For now your boys are excused."
    	I was very relieved to hear this. I was waiting for Mr. Swain to
    bring up my "poor conduct" from when I was out in the lobby. He never
    said anything about it, though, and I wasn't about to remind him,
    either. He just wrote us up our hall passes. I had a feeling that he
    wanted to just get us out of his office before our dirty diapers stank
    it up any worse. One could say that I was saved by the *smell*.
    	Since we were still in our gym clothes we asked Mr. Swain if we
    could be allotted extra time so that we could shower and change back
    into our street clothes.
    	"In that case, these passes will be written for returning to Mr.
    Brown's class. It will be up to him to issue you hall passes to your
    next class," Mr. Swain said. "Or, you can go to your fifth period class
    the way you are. To be honest, I'd get changed first."
    	I had a feeling that Mr. Swain was referring to our diapers when
    he said that we should "change." He excused us and opened the door. He
    propped the door open as we left, presumably to let the stench of our
    poopy diapers dissipate.
    	"Talk about torment!" I said to Tony as we walked out of the
    office.
    	"What do you mean?"
    	"Now we're like in limbo, wondering if we're going to get
    detention for all this. God, that Mr. Brown has got to go!"
    	"I agree with you, Chris," Tony said. "I don't know what it's
    going to take to oust his ass."
    	"So, are you going back to P.E.?" Tony asked me.
    	"I should, but I don't want to deal with Mr. Brown. He's just
    going to make things harder."
    	"Yeah, but, you're not going into Mr. Eastman's class like that,
    are you?" Tony asked me. "I mean, you're in your gym clothes, and well,
    you really do stink and need to change. I need to do the same thing."
    	"Well, it's up to you, Tony, but I'd just go to your fifth period
    class, explain to Mrs. Hausrath what's going on, and if she smells your
    diaper, she'll very likely excuse you so you can go back and clean up
    and change."
    	"You're right, Chris," Tony said. "We're on Mr. Shit's brown
    list."
    	"You mean Mr. Brown's shit list," I corrected Tony.
    	"Same thing, when you think about it," Tony commented. We both
    had a little laugh over this.
    	"Mr. Shit-Brown will just make things worse if we ask him for
    hall passes after we clean up and change," I remarked. Tony and I then
    went separate ways as we headed to our respective fifth-period classes.
    I went into Mr. Eastman's classroom and handed him my hall pass. My
    P.E. attire drew a lot of stares, and my butt aroma certainly didn't
    please anyone within 15 feet of me, either. Mr. Eastman looked at me
    awkwardly when he, too, noted that I had on my gym shorts and shirt.
    Mr. Eastman then told me which story we were reading from the book and
    told me to take my seat.
    	"Don't you think I should, uh, go change first?" I asked him.
    	"You will have plenty of time to change during lunch, which is
    coming up soon. I see no need to excuse you from class for this reason.
    You have a lot of reading to do."
    	It wasn't long before the kids sitting around me started
    complaining about my smelly diaper butt.
    	"Chris, you usually stink, but today you REALLY stink!" a girl
    commented to me.
    	"What was that?" Mr. Eastman asked about the disruption.
    	"Chris really smells bad!" a boy said. Everyone around me was
    exaggerating by plugging their noses, fanning their faces and acting
    like they were all suffocating.
    	"When *doesn't* he smell bad?" another girl commented.
    	"Man, I can smell it over here!" a kid three rows over said.
    	"It seems that we will not be able to continue this lesson until
    Chris administers his hygiene practices," another kid said, trying to
    mimick Mr. Eastman's style of talking. This got the class laughing.
    	"Everybody quiet down!" Mr. Eastman ordered us. He called me up
    to his desk.
    	"You're still in your gym clothes. Why didn't you take care of
    that first?" he asked me.
    	"I couldn't, sir," I said. "My pass was only good for five
    minutes. I went into the office during P.E."
    	"Very well, do what you need to do," Mr. Eastman said resignedly.
    He got out his pad and wrote me a new hall pass. Great, now I was right
    back to square one and would have to present the pass to Phil Brown
    anyway.
    	"Umm, I can probably sit it out until lunch," I told Mr. Eastman
    since I didn't want to face him.
    	"Chris, you need to take care of your problem and be dressed
    appropriately. Your present attire and your hygiene is disruptive and
    not conducive to the learning environment that I strive to maintain in
    my classroom!" he said.
    	"Whatever," I said as I snatched the pass from Mr. Eastman and
    went back to the boys' locker room. My heart pounded with trepidation
    as I didn't want to deal with Mr. Brown again. I had hoped that my
    parting words would be just that. I went out the gym and nervously
    looked around for Mr. Brown, not seeing him anywhere. Several of the
    boys in the fifth period P.E. class-- which was also a seventh grade
    class-- looked at me.
    	"Hey look, it's diaper boy!" one kid shouted.
    	"Aren't you in the wrong class?" another kid said.
    	"I bet his mommy had to come to school and change his DIAPER!"
    	"Give it up, guys!" I said. "I've heard it all before. Try being
    more original next time!"
    	"What are doing here, stinky?" said this one tall, muscular kid I
    didn't recognize, but he obviously knew who I was.
    	"I'm looking for Mr. Brown," I said sheepishly to the sweating
    hulk.
    	"He ain't here," he said.
    	"Do you know where he went?"
    	"Do I look his fucking secretary?" the kid asked me.
    	"Uhh, no," I said. I couldn't think of a witty answer to this
    one.
    	"Then I don't know. Now get the hell out of here, you smell like
    shit!"
    	"There's a good reason for that," I said. "I'm sure you're no bed
    of roses yourself right now," I added, referring to his sweating. He
    just gave me a strange look and then went back to playing basketball. I
    walked around the perimeter of the gym, ignored the usual diaper-
    boy/stinky/poopy taunts and approached Mr. Brown's assistant.
    Hesitantly, I asked him if Mr. Brown was around. Just then I thought
    that I should have just explained my situation to the assistant coach
    and left it at that.
    	"He had to tend to some other matters," he told me. I figured
    that perhaps he was in the office talking to Mr. Swain.
    	"What do you need?" the assistant asked me.
    	"Well, I needed to come back and change."
    	"Then go change already!" he told me curtly, as if I were wasting
    his time. He snatched the hall pass out of my hand and just shoved it
    in his pocket.
    	"Okay," I said as I shrugged my shoulders. I went around to the
    other side of the gym away from where most of the kids were playing. I
    went into the locker room and heard some activity. Tony had just
    arrived, having gotten excused from his fifth-period class.
    	"Hey," Tony greeted me as he stripped off his shorts and exposed
    his well-used diaper. Next he took off his shirt and left his bulging
    diaper on while he and I talked.
    	"So you got out of class, too, eh?" I said to Tony as I pulled my
    shorts off and exposed my own very well-used diaper.
    	"Yeah, right as I sat down everyone complained about my diaper
    smells," Tony said. Mrs. Hausrath even smelled it and told me to go
    change 'right now!'. She then asked me why I was in my gym clothes."
    	"Did she give you a hall pass again?" I asked him.
    	"Nope, she just said to go change and come right back, waving her
    hands in front of her. Why, did Mr. Eastman give you a pass again?"
    	"Yes," I groaned. "I should have expected it, being how anal
    retentive he is. He wasn't even going to let me leave, but then
    everyone started complaining about how much I smelled. *Then*, Mr.
    Eastman asks me about my gym clothes and why I didn't change. God, I'm
    beginning to hate him almost as much!"
    	"So what did Mr. Brown say?" Tony asked me.
    	"He wasn't even out there," I said. I then told Tony about my
    brief exchange with the coaching assistant. By this time I had stripped
    off everything but my diaper. "He's probably fabricating some bullshit
    story about now."
    	"I'd count on getting detention, at least detention," Tony sighed
    as he pulled at the tapes of his Thickies diaper.
    	"Same here," I said. "You can't win with Mr. Brown, that's all I
    can say. I don't think I can ever face him again."
    	"You'll have to if he doesn't get fired," Tony said.
    	"It's only going to get worse from here on out," I sighed
    pessimistically as I removed my own overused diaper. For a Thickies
    diaper, "overused" meant a *lot* of pee and poop.
    	I took the messy diaper off and held it with both of my hands as
    it was too heavy to ball up and carry with just one hand.
    	"You know how tempted I am to smear this shitty diaper all over
    Mr. Brown's office?" I commented.
    	"It'll give Mr. Brown just one more reason to go after us," Tony
    said.
    	"I know, but it's just fun to think about anyway," I said. Tony
    and I put our diapers in the trash and then we walked to the shower
    stalls together. We washed our butts clean and left some nice little
    "souvenirs" for the fifth-period boys to deal with once it was their
    turn to shower. We got into a play towel fight on the way back to our
    lockers since there was nobody else in the locker room. We put clean
    diapers on and got dressed, at least to our shirts and socks. Since we
    really didn't have a set time to be gone we both goofed around. I ran
    through the locker room, stopping at every row and bending over,
    slapping myself on my diapered butt. The sound of my flat hand smacking
    the plastic lining of my diaper resounded nicely throughout the
    acoustically deficient locker room.
    	"Hey, everybody! Look at my diaper butt!" I shouted, imagining
    that the locker room was fully occupied. To make it even more fun, I
    imagined myself doing this in the girls' locker room.
    	Tony and I then walked over to the toilets. They had no doors on
    them, so anyone could walk by and watch someone taking a shit. It made
    me even more glad to be in diapers.
    	"Hey look, Tony! Toilets!" I shouted.
    	"Toilets? What are those?" Tony asked me.
    	"Uhh, I think girls use these after they're two and are potty
    trained," I said.
    	"But this is a BOYS' locker room!" Tony said. "Why are there
    toilets in here?"
    	"I don't know, Tony. I never even knew they were back here!"
    	"Hey, Chris, I dare you to flush it!" Tony said.
    	"No way, man! I ain't ever touching a toilet ever again!" I said.
    	"I don't blame you," Tony said. "Let's get going before someone
    does come in here and bust us."
    	On our way back to our lockers I decided to snoop in Mr. Brown's
    office.
    	"Chris, what are you doing?" Tony asked me.
    	"Being a snoop," I said as I approached Phil Brown's desk.
    	"Why? What do you expect to find?" Tony asked me.
    	"I don't know," I said. "I just want to see if I can find out
    more about Mr. Brown by what's in his desk. You can learn a lot about a
    person that way. I mean, how often do I get a free run of Mr. Brown's
    office?"
    	I opened the top drawer, which was the tray that slid out from
    the center. Nothing but pencils, paperclips, some change (which I
    resisted the temptation to pocket), and other miscellaneous junk.
    	"Ahh, nothing," I said as I closed the drawer.
    	"Told you, you won't find anything," Tony said. I couldn't
    resist. I had to find at least something that was indicative of Mr.
    Brown's personal life. The top drawer to the left contained several
    miscellaneous folders, nothing of significance. The second drawer was
    pretty much the same.
    	"Give it up, Chris," Tony said. I ignored him for a moment and I
    kept looking through the drawers, all the way to the bottom drawer,
    where I found a couple packs of cigarettes. Either they had been
    confiscated from students and were since forgotten, or Mr. Brown was a
    smoker.
    	"Forget it, Chris. I'm getting my pants on," Tony said as he
    walked back to his locker. I looked in the filing cabinet and quickly
    looked through the first two drawers, all stuffed full with files of
    some sort. The third drawer was full of miscellaneous junk that I
    wasn't about to go through. The bottom drawer was mostly empty, but it
    contained a cardboard box that sat loosely. I picked up the box and
    shook it. It had something in it, but I couldn't tell. Then I opened
    it. What I saw was quite a revelation, confirming something that I had
    suspected all along. There were about three dozen Polaroid photos of us
    and other boys who had been photographed dressing down, wearing only
    diapers. I thumbed through them and identified Angela's brother Todd in
    a couple of them. Some had to have gone back several years. All of them
    had been taken from behind the window of his office.
    	"TONY!" I shouted as I ran out of the office with the box of
    photos.
    	"What did you find?" Tony asked me as he was struggling with the
    zipper of his pants, fighting the bulging diaper he had put on moments
    ago.
    	"Open the box and you'll see!" I said as I began to put my own
    pants on. Tony took the box from me and opened it up.
    	"Holy shit!" Tony said as he caught a good glimpse of the diaper-
    clad butts and torsos in many of the pictures. "Where did you find
    these?"
    	"Bottom drawer of the filing cabinet," I said.
    	"You were right, Chris," Tony said. "He WAS taking pictures of
    us!"
    	"And everyone else," I added. "These must go back a few years."
    	Tony then closed up the box and said, "we'll look at them during
    lunch."
    	"As long we don't get thrown into detention before then," I said.
    "Put the box in your bag. You have more room in yours."
    	"Chris, you should become a detective," Tony suggested. "You seem
    to have an eye for such things. What I don't get is why he'd take those
    pictures and then act like he hates us so much."
    	"I really don't know," I said.
    	"We could bust Mr. Brown wide open with these photos," Tony said.
    "He'd get fired for sure."
    	"Well, if worse comes to worse, we'll use them against him, but
    I'd rather hold onto them and have them for our collection."
    	"What if Mr. Brown discovers that they're missing? He's going to
    come right to one of us."
    	"So let him," I said. "If he doesn't get fired and we're stuck
    with him for the rest of the year, I can always threaten him with
    blackmail and tell him that I have his pictures and will let the school
    board in on it."
    	"Ahh, I see, nice clever little plan you got there, Chris," Tony
    said. I was so excited now I could hardly contain myself. My diaper was
    already wet. My heart was pounding. I couldn't wait to look at the
    photos later on.
    	After both of us had our pants on we left the locker room and
    went back out into the gym. We looked again for Mr. Brown, but he was
    nowhere to be seen. Tony asked me if I was going to get a hall pass
    from the assistant.
    	"Nah," I said. "He didn't seem to be too concerned before. He
    just crumpled up the one I handed him and stuffed it in his pocket."
    	"See you at lunch," I said to Tony.
    	"Maybe," he added with a cautious tone. "We're not out of the
    woods yet."
    	I returned to Mr. Eastman's class and took my seat, hoping that
    Mr. Eastman wouldn't ask for a hall pass. No such luck.
    	"Chris, do you have a hall pass?" Mr. Eastman asked me.
    	"No," I said.
    	"Weren't you given one?"
    	"No, I wasn't, sir," I said.
    	"Okay, then why were you gone for so long?" Mr. Eastman continued
    to interrogate me.
    	"It takes awhile to clean up, sir," I explained out loud,
    generating some laughter.
    	"I'm not surprised," one kid commented.
    	"What all did you have to do?" Mr. Eastman asked.
    	"With all due respect, sir, I don't think that is any of your
    business," I replied. "But if you want details, I'll share them. Just
    remember, though, that you asked."
    	"He wanked off, man!" one kid heckled, interrupting me. This
    diverted Mr. Eastman's attention, enough to get him to write a hall
    pass for the offending student, sending him straight to Mr. Swain's
    torture chamber-- err, I mean, his office.
    	"Take your seat, Chris," Mr. Eastman told me. "I shall confer
    with your fourth-period instructor in regards to the duration of your
    absence and the activities involved that necessitated such an
    unreasonably lengthy absence, as well as reason you were allegedly not
    given a hall pass."
    	If things would go my way, hopefully Mr. Brown wouldn't even be
    around for Mr. Eastman to talk to him. About ten minutes later the bell
    rang and we were dismissed for lunch.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 173
    ----------------------------

    	I couldn't wait to tell Luke and Bryce about what happened in
    P.E. class, that is, the part about Mr. Brown and me having it out. I
    knew they would love hearing about me telling off Mr. Brown. The news
    about Jay, however, would be delivered in a more somber fashion. It
    turned out that I didn't really have to tell them since word had
    already gotten around about someone who told Mr. Brown to fuck off.
    They didn't know that it was me who did it, though, but had suspected
    that I was probably the one.
    	"Good job, Chris!" Luke congratulated me with a high-five. "Why
    did you do it? Besides the fact that Mr. Brown's an asshole?"
    	"Well, it had to do with Jay," I said. Luke and Bryce looked
    around and noticed that he wasn't there with the rest of us.
    	"Where is Jay?" Bryce asked.
    	Tony and I told everyone else the story that led up to Jay's leg
    injury and Mr. Brown's piss-poor handling of the situation. Everyone
    was concerned for Jay, but at the same time pissed at Mr. Brown, which
    all the more made me seem like a hero. After we had our daily (and
    perhaps final) bitching session about Mr. Brown, I asked Tony if he had
    the pictures that I found in his bag.
    	"Pictures? What pictures?" Luke inquired.
    	"We'll show you after lunch," I said. "I don't want to get them
    out with everyone else around us."
    	"So what are they of?" Bryce asked.
    	"You'll see," I said, teasing Bryce and the others. Everyone
    hurried to finish their lunch so that we could go out and look at the
    pictures. I hadn't even seen much of them myself. We decided to walk
    over the baseball diamond and use the dugout. Everyone else was off
    either playing football or soccer, so the deserted baseball field was
    pretty much ours. Tony sat down in the middle and I took my seat next
    to him. Bryce sat next to me and the others remained standing, huddling
    around us. Tony pulled out the stack of photographs that I had
    liberated from what was still Mr. Brown's filing cabinet.
    	"Holy shit!" Bryce said. "That's ME!" Bryce recognized himself in
    the topmost photo, which had been taken of him in just his diaper after
    he had removed his pants. A couple others showed Luke. There were
    plenty of pictures of me, Tony and Peter. Jay wasn't in any of these
    shots since his locker wasn't in "diaper row." There were photos from
    years past, including some I recognized as having Angela's brother Todd
    in them. I wasn't sure whether or not to tell Angela about this. In
    fact, I felt that it was best to keep the whole thing a secret.
    	The other boys were dumbfounded, wondering why Mr. Brown would
    take such pictures of us diaper boys in spite of hating us so much.
    	"That's what I'm wondering," I said. "Maybe we're part of some
    weird experiment that he's doing or something."
    	"So why would he leave them at school and not take them home or
    something?" Jimmy asked. Of course I had no answer to this question,
    either.
    	"How do you know that they were taken by Mr. Brown?" Luke asked.
    	"It's pretty obvious," Tony said. "He had a Polaroid camera right
    there in his office. Chris, Jay and I used it one day when we got sent
    back to the locker room and took some pictures of our diapered butts,
    as if we didn't already have enough of those. He's got a whole bulletin
    board of photos that he's taken at football games. He hasn't been an
    actual coach for at least a couple years, so we know that he's had the
    camera there for awhile."
    	"Maybe he took them after he was no longer a coach," Bryce said.
    	"Yeah, and maybe someone else has a Polaroid camera there, too,"
    Jimmy said.
    	"What, are you guys actually trying to DEFEND Mr. Brown?" I asked
    somewhat indignantly.
    	"No, shit, I mean, who'd actually want to defend Mr. Brown?"
    Bryce said.
    	"We're just playing devil's advocate, you know," Luke said. "We
    just want to look at the other possibilities in this case."
    	"Other possibilities? Shit, Mr. Brown is guilty as hell!" I
    stated. "It's as obvious as a shit-filled diaper after eating half a
    dozen burritos for lunch. And yes, I have done it, so I know what it's
    like and I know what a mess it can leave in one's diapers." I remarked.
    	"How can you tell for sure that Mr. Brown took these photos?"
    Luke said. "I just don't want to be making false accusations. That
    could get *us* in trouble."
    	"I know," I said. "I'm not a detective, so I can't ultimately
    prove that Mr. Brown took these pictures. I mean, maybe someone else
    has been taking them when Mr. Brown has been out of his office, just to
    make him look guilty."
    	"But that wouldn't make sense," Tony argued. "Look how many years
    back some of these pictures go. I mean, most of these look like seventh
    graders, and we don't recognize any of these guys."
    	As I went through the pictures, I noticed that in some of them
    the wall in the background had been painted a different color. I had no
    way to determine when the wall had been repainted, but it was a fairly
    good indication that the pictures had been taken over a period of
    several years. I then thought of another idea.
    	"Hey guys, let's go into the locker room and look at those
    pictures up on the bulletin board," I said. I explained that the
    pictures were probably organized by year and be labeled, which might
    indicate how far back Mr. Brown had been taking the pictures.
    	"So like, do you plan to get Mr. Brown busted for taking these
    pictures?" Bryce asked me.
    	"Actually, guys, I think we should really keep these pictures a
    secret for now and not tell anybody about them."
    	"Aww come on, Chris, these would be perfect for slamming Mr.
    Brown's ass!" Jimmy said, trying to encourage me to report Mr. Brown
    for taking pictures of us and several other boys in our diapers.
    	"They would, yes," I said. "But I want to hold on to them and use
    them only if Mr. Brown doesn't already get fired, and I have a feeling
    that he will. Just think of the pictures as sort of a 'trump card', so
    to speak. If he's still there, he'll discover the photos are missing
    sooner or later, and once he knows that I got them, he'll know not to
    screw with us."
    	"But knowing Mr. Brown, he'll probably find a way to get back at
    us for having his pictures," Bryce said.
    	"He could get busted big-time for taking the pictures; I think
    he'd start being pretty damn nice to us," I said. "And like I said, I
    only want to use them if I have to. If he gets fired, then hey, we got
    ourselves a new stash of diaper pics!"
    	"So why do you want to go to the locker room to look at those
    other pictures?" Tony asked me. By this time he had put the photos away
    and we were walking back towards the building.
    	"I just want to try and build a case against him in case I need
    to," I said. We went into the gym and then to the locker room. I pulled
    on the door, only to find out that it had been locked.
    	"Dammit, it's locked!" I said as I tugged it several more times,
    as if it would eventually open.
    	"They probably do that to keep guys like us from going in there
    during lunch," Luke remarked.
    	At this point we just walked around and waited for the bell to
    ring. Classes for sixth period soon started and once again I was faced
    with another week's worth of copious note taking and cramped hands from
    Ms. Watson's Life Science class. Megan and I engaged in some note
    writing of our own, but it had nothing to do with science. Before class
    started Megan explained to me her new code for writing notes. In her
    example, she wrote: IH, OHW AWS ULCNH? She explained to me that it was
    a simple code, but not readily obvious to other people. She told me
    that it read "Hi, how was lunch?" I asked her how to decode it.
    	"Simple, you just take a word two letters at a time and you
    switch them around," she said. "For example, DIAPER would be written
    out as I-D-P-A-R-E." She demonstrated this by writing it in what was
    supposed to be her spiral notebook for taking notes during class. "And
    if you have one letter left at the end, just write it as it is."
    	I nodded my head and then feigned attentiveness as Ms. Watson
    began the class. She started up the overhead projector. The hum from
    its fan would have been enough to put me to sleep had it not been for
    Megan being in the class with me.
    	The note writing began. We had to be very subtle and
    inconspicuous. Every time a new page came up on the screen I'd scribble
    the notes as quickly as I could (not that I was going to read them
    anyway since the book pretty much gave the same information, and my
    notes were illegible anyway). My first note to Megan read: IDD OYU EHRA
    HWTA AHPPNEDE NI RM. RBWOS'N LCSAS OTADY? This, of course, was "Did you
    hear what happened in Mr. Brown's class today?"
    	The "conversation" then followed. It took me several minutes to
    write out in code my explanation for what happened to Jay and how this
    led to Mr. Brown and I going around. I didn't mention anything about
    the photos, though. I did mention photos, though, when I told Megan
    that I had her set of reprints of the pictures that had been taken of
    me getting my diapers changed by my sisters. That note read: I AHEV YM
    IDPARE-HCNAIGGN IPTCRUSE IWHT EM. OD OYU AWTN HTME ONW?
    	Megan wrote back: I IWLL EGT HTME TA HTE NED FO LCSAS. I HTNIK
    SM. AWSTNO SI AWCTIHGN SU.
    	I heeded Megan's warning and decided to get caught up on the
    notes. The class dragged on as a result. Fortunately Ms. Watson never
    checked up on us. After class was let out I reached into my bag and
    pulled out the set of prints that I had gotten made for Megan. As she
    was looking through them a kid came up behind Megan and looked over her
    shoulder, seeing a picture of me naked from the waist down (no genitals
    showing, though) with several soiled diapers in a pile next to me.
    	"Whoo hoo!" the kid shouted as he saw what was in the picture.
    "So THAT'S what you two like to do!" he said.
    	"Shut up, Eddie," Megan told the kid, apparently knowing who he
    was.
    	"Figures that a fat-ass would have to resort to going out with a
    diaper boy!" he said before disappearing into the crowd. Megan seemed
    upset by this comment.
    	"Pay no attention to him," I told Megan. "Remember that some of
    us like fat asses, you know."
    	"I know, thanks, Chris, you're sweet," Megan said. "How much were
    these photos?"
    	I hesitated for a moment trying to remember how much the reprints
    cost. I then decided, "nothing."
    	"Nothing?" Megan said. "You got them done for free?"
    	"No, but I thought I'd just let you have them," I told Megan.
    	"Really?" she said.
    	"Yeah, it's cool, really," I said.
    	"Thanks, you're a wheel sweetie," she said. She kissed her hand
    and then pressed it to my cheek since the school had a no-kissing
    policy; you couldn't even hold hands, Chrissakes!
    	"I'll make up for it," Megan said in a seductive sort of way as
    she trotted off to her locker, carrying the envelope of photos in her
    hand. My dick was so hard now. I was halfway tempted to take a tardy
    for seventh period and go into the bathroom to take care of my hard-on,
    but I figured in the end it wasn't worth it and it could wait like it
    always does.
    	I went to my last class of the day and took my seat next to
    Angela. By this time of the day nearly everyone had heard about Mr.
    Brown getting told off. By this time, the facts had been distorted,
    too. Some people thought Tony was the one who said, "fuck you!" to Mr.
    Brown. Others thought that I was the one who hurt himself. Angela was
    under the impression of both of these pieces of misinformation.
    	"I didn't think you'd be here!" Angela said.
    	"Why not?" I asked her.
    	"Haven't you heard?" she asked me. For a moment I was nervous,
    thinking that perhaps I had gotten suspended or at least thrown into
    detention and just didn't know about it yet.
    	"About Mr. Brown?" I asked Angela.
    	"Yeah, I heard that Tony told him to 'F' himself because you got
    hurt while playing basketball."
    	"That's not quite how it happened," I told Angela. "First off, we
    weren't playing basketball. Mr. Brown got mad at us because we weren't
    playing good enough, and--"
    	"Figures!" Angela interrupted, rolling her eyes.
    	"Anyway, he sent us to the bleachers. Then this one kid threw a
    basketball at us. Jay tried to dodge the ball, and he lost his balance
    and fell down the bleachers, hurting his leg."
    	"So it was *Jay* who got hurt?" Angela asked. I nodded and then
    continued my explanation. Angela rolled her eyes again and sighed when
    I told her how Mr. Brown was such a dick about letting us help Jay get
    to the nurse.
    	"I hope he gets fired now," Angela said indignantly. "If this
    doesn't get him fired, I don't know what will."
    	"I do," I said. I then realized that I shouldn't have blurted
    this out. Now Angela was going to want to know what I meant.
    	"Can you keep a secret?" I asked her.
    	"Sure," she said. I told her about the photos that were found in
    his office.
    	"Oh my!" she said. I didn't want to tell her about Todd being in
    a couple of the pictures, but when she asked, I had to tell her the
    truth. Angela explained to me that she was upset by hearing this, not
    that pictures of her brother in diapers offended her, having taken many
    of them herself. It was Mr. Brown's complete disregard for privacy that
    bothered her the most and I had to agree. I asked Angela if she could
    speculate as to why Mr. Brown would have taken the pictures.
    Surprisingly, she gave me some interesting insight into this matter.
    	"Todd and I talk about Mr. Brown all the time since he had to
    deal with a lot of the same crap that you've dealt with, Chris. From
    what Todd has told me about Mr. Brown, possibly he was molested as a
    child. Perhaps he himself is a child molester and blames you guys for
    something he is ashamed of, or he is very insecure, and if by putting
    others down whom he deems as bad, it makes him feel like a good person.
    If I were to guess, I would say that he himself loves looking at you
    boys in diapers, and if he is putting on the act of acting like he
    hates you guys, it gives him a good cover."
    	I was surprised, even shocked somewhat to hear Angela explain to
    me that Mr. Brown may be a child molester. At least things seemed to
    make more sense now. Angela whispered this word to avoid getting
    attention from the other students.
    	"So why would he leave the pictures at school?" I asked.
    	"Probably so his live-in girlfriends don't see them," Angela
    said. "He's not married, no surprise there. Todd spied on him a couple
    times and he had a new girlfriend living there with him every two weeks
    or so. He was a real jerk to them, too, according to Todd."
    	I felt better after talking to Angela. I asked her if she wanted
    me to get the pictures of Todd from the set to give to her.
    	"You don't need to," she said. "I don't think Todd will be too
    surprised when I tell him."
    	After my final class was let out I headed for the bus and told
    Tony everything that Angela had told me. Tony never considered the
    possibility that Mr. Brown may have had a troubled past concerning
    possible sexual abuse. When we pulled out of the parking lot I looked
    for Mr. Brown's car. When I saw that it wasn't there I had a good
    feeling that something had happened. Tony and I were still uncertain as
    to whether or not we'd get detention for leaving class since we were
    never called back down to the office. We figured that no news is good
    news.
    	The rest of the afternoon was pretty ordinary for the most part.
    While Cindy cloth-diapered me I told her about everything that had
    happened. This got me behind schedule so I had to really hurry over to
    Cody's and Jordan's house. I told them about the things that had
    happened. They were sorry to hear about Jay. At the same time they were
    quite pleased with how I dealt with Mr. Brown since they knew I hated
    him. I didn't tell the two six-year-old boys what exactly I said. Other
    than that the day seemed to go as it usually did. The boys were all
    excited about their forthcoming birthday and they both talked about
    this a lot. As I looked at the two boys sitting there wearing plain
    white T-shirts, and of course plain white diapers, I thought about how
    they would look if they each had a picture of themselves donning their
    diapers. I thought back to the time when my sisters had a shirt like
    this made for me for Christmas back in 1989.
    	When Sue came home from her work I asked her if I could borrow a
    couple pictures of Cody and Jordan in their diapers.
    	"Sure," she said. "What do you need to borrow them for?"
    	With the boys out of earshot, I explained to Sue what I had
    planned to do with the pictures. She thought this was a neat idea and
    she told me how she knew that her two boys would love wearing shirts
    that proclaimed their love for diapers. She offered to let me stay and
    look through the photo albums.
    	"Thanks, but I need to get going right away," I said.
    	"Well darn," she said. "I thought maybe you could stay and have
    dinner with us one of these nights."
    	"How about tomorrow night?" Sue asked me.
    	"Sure," I said.
    	"You got lots of homework tonight?" Sue asked me.
    	"Yeah, but then, I always do," I sighed. Sue gave me an
    understanding nod.
    	"Actually, a friend of mine is in the hospital, too, and I want
    to go see him tonight," I added so that Sue would know that I had an
    important reason to leave.
    	"Oh, dear, that's too bad," Sue said. "What happened to him?"
    	I explained to Sue how it happened in gym class. I didn't tell
    her anything about Mr. Brown, though. Perhaps her boys would tell her
    about this later tonight.
    	"I hope your friends gets well soon," Sue said as I was putting
    my sweat pants on over my diapers and getting ready to leave. I thanked
    Sue in advance for tomorrow night's dinner invitation and then headed
    for home in the rain as it had picked up again.
    	When I got home I was dripping wet from the rain. My sweats were
    soaked, but I would have taken them off anyway. I went into the kitchen
    to tell Mom what had happened at school today regarding Mr. Brown.
    Apparently Mom and Dad had already heard about the day's events from
    Cindy. Mom and Dad were pleased to know that Mr. Brown would likely be
    fired at long last. While my parents were pleased with this, they
    didn't agree with the way I handled Mr. Brown and talked to me about
    this. Apparently Cindy must have told them about this, too. My Dad told
    me to sit down at the kitchen table across from him.
    	"Did you really tell off Mr. Brown?" my Dad asked me. I wasn't
    going to try to lie my way out of this one. Besides, I felt perfectly
    justified in doing what I did.
    	"Yes, Dad, I did," I answered firmly and honestly. "But he pushed
    me. He provoked me and made me really mad, so I couldn't help it."
    	"What did you tell him?" my Dad asked. I stammered and hemmed and
    hawed for a bit. My eyes shifted left and right.
    	"It's probably something you wouldn't want to repeat in front of
    us, I imagine," my Dad said. "Am I right?"
    	"Yes, Dad," I said, looking down at my diapers, picking idly at
    my plastic pants waistband. "I'm sorry, but I just couldn't take any
    more of his mistreatment."
    	"Chris, just because you don't agree with someone who has
    authority over you doesn't mean you should show disrespect by calling
    them names."
    	"That jerk didn't deserve any respect," I said as I was still
    staring at my diaper-covered stomach.
    	"Chris, look up at me," my Dad told me. "Maybe he didn't deserve
    respect, but doing things like that isn't going to make the situation
    any better for you."
    	"Dad, he wasn't going to let me and Tony take Jay to the nurse
    and Jay was obviously hurt! How would *you* have reacted?!" I was
    surprised that Dad couldn't understand my feelings.
    	"Well, I wouldn't have told him to-- well, what did you tell him?
    Did you tell him to shove it?"
    	"Something to that effect, yeah," I replied.
    	"I would have just ignored him," my Dad said. "I agree that he
    should have let you and Tony leave, which you did anyway, or taken care
    of the matter himself. I just think you need to know that treating
    people like that could get you into worse trouble."
    	About this time my Mom intervened and defended my actions.
    	"Robert, I think this one time Chris was justified in his
    reaction. He's been very frustrated over dealing with Mr. Brown and I'd
    say that Mr. Brown pushed Chris to the edge. We all snap every now and
    then. I remember you losing your cool with your old boss Tom Horton a
    couple of times."
    	"Yeah, Brenda, I guess you're right. I didn't tell Chris that I
    nearly lost my job because of what I said to that backstabber one time,
    but perhaps this is the time to let Chris know so that he doesn't make
    the same mistake that I almost made."
    	"What did you tell him?" I asked Dad, since I was curious.
    	"It was probably the same thing you told Mr. Brown," my Dad said,
    looking like he wanted to laugh about this, but was holding back. I
    couldn't imagine hearing my dad tell someone to fuck off. "Tom Horton
    was about like Mr. Brown. He had his favorites and his non-favorites
    and he was always on my case watching every little thing I did. He did
    himself in eventually, about like Mr. Brown did."
    	At this point the phone rang. Since I was sitting closest to it I
    reached behind me and picked it up. I was hoping that it might be Jay's
    mom or someone who could tell me how Jay was doing and which hospital
    he was in. It turned out to be some damn telemarketer instead. When
    they asked for 'Mr. or Mrs. Barrett', I knew for sure that it wasn't
    anyone my father or mother knew since they wouldn't have addressed them
    by our last name, not to mention being so generic as to ask for either-
    or. I decided to have some fun with this one.
    	"This is he," I replied, acting like I was the intended target.
    	"Is your father home?" the rude telepest asked me in a
    condescending manner.
    	"You asked for Mr. Barrett, *I* am Mr. Barrett," I stated, since
    in fact, I was a "mister" to some people.
    	"My apologies, sir," the telemarketer said.
    	"That's all right," I replied. "I have a boyish-sounding voice.
    It's a birth defect and a lot of people think I'm a kid."
    	My Mom and Dad looked at me funny. I held my hand over the
    receiver and whispered, "It's a telemarketer!"
    	"Oh, Chris," my Mom sighed. I went back to tormenting my
    "victim."
    	"Very well, sir," the telemarketer said. "I am calling you to
    inform you about our new low-interest rate credit card from First
    Western Fidelity Finan--"
    	This was where I decided to have some fun. I cut in on her script
    and started asking questions that would hopefully get her to hang up on
    me and maybe even quit her job.
    	"A credit card did you say?" I asked, feigning enthusiasm.
    	"Yes, sir, it's a pre-approved Visa--"
    	"Can I buy diapers with that?" I asked her.
    	"Uhh, I don't see why not," she replied after hesitating. "I know
    that most retailers would--"
    	"Oh good!" I said. "Because I'd have to buy a lot of diapers,
    too. You see, because of my birth defect I have to wear diapers and
    since most people don't sell diapers for people like us, I have to
    order them in large quantities."
    	"I don't see why that would be a problem," the telemarketer
    stated with some exasperation in her voice.
    	"Great, then can you tell me where I can buy diapers for us
    bigger people?"
    	"No sir, I cannot, but I can tell you about the low interest rate
    and the other advantages you would get from opening an account with--"
    	"Well, I really do need some diapers pretty badly," I said in a
    fake desperate tone. "And I need some really thick ones, too, you know,
    the ones that make your butt look big and you can't wear pants over
    them, you know, that kind? Can you help me find some of those? Because
    those are the kinds of diapers that I need!"
    	Next, I made a wet farting noise with my mouth pressed to my arm
    and then said, "Uh oh! I just made a big poopy in my diapers!"
    	"Sir, can I have just a couple minutes of your time to--" the
    telemarketer persisted. I thought for sure that would get rid of her.
    Shit! Some of them just don't get the hint!
    	"Well, I need a couple minutes of my sister's time, uhh, uhh, I
    mean my WIFE's time, to come change my diapers! Hoo wee, am I ever a
    mess! I got poop all over my butt! I really stink bad right now! It
    smells so had you can probably even smell it over the phone, huh?"
    	"Sir, you are wasting my time! Have a good night! *CLICK!*"
    	"Yeah!" I shouted victoriously as I hung up the phone. "That was
    fun!" I was laughing for the next few minutes. My parents admitted that
    they enjoyed watching my performance on tormenting a telemarketer. Lisa
    and Cindy came into the kitchen to find out what was going on.
    	"Chris, I think we'll turn all the telemarketer calls over to you
    from now on," my Dad said.
    	"Sure, let me have at 'em!" I said with a smile.
    	Mom had dinner ready at this point so we all sat down and enjoyed
    the meal. About five minutes later the phone rang again. This time my
    mom answered it. Before she did, she groaned and said, "probably
    another telemarketer!"
    	"Good!" I said with an evil grin while rubbing my flat hands
    together.
    	After my mom said "hello" and found out who it was, she said,
    "Well, he's eating his dinner right now, could I have him call you
    back, Tony?"
    	"Oh! Oh! Oh! Let me talk to him! Let me talk to him!" I asked Mom
    with food still in my mouth. "Please?"
    	"Make it quick," Mom told me as she handed me the phone. "And
    wipe the gravy off your chin."
    	"Chris, Jay's mom just called me. She said she tried to call you,
    but your line was busy."
    	"How's Jay?" I asked.
    	"He's going to be laid up for awhile," Tony said. "He's going to
    be in the hospital until Thursday. Jay's mom said she'd come pick us up
    and let us go visit him tonight. You think you can come?"
    	"I'll ask," I said. Before I could even get my question out, Dad
    immediately said, "Nope, you're not going anywhere tonight, Chris." I
    sighed and said, "Dad, it's to see Jay at the hospital. I want to see
    him and see how he's doing."
    	"How long will you be gone?" Mom asked me. I checked with Tony
    and he told me that we probably wouldn't be there for very long.
    	"Maybe an hour total, that is, from the time I leave to the time
    I get back."
    	"All right, but you hit the books when you get home," Mom told
    me. I told Tony I was good to go.
    	"Okay, we'll see you in about twenty minutes," Tony said. I
    figured this would give me enough time to finish dinner.
    	Mom had tossed my sweatpants into the washing machine with my
    shirts. My sweatpants had picked up a lot of mud from splashing through
    the puddles on the way home from Cody's and Jordan's house.
    	"Well, what am I going to wear?" I asked my Mom.
    	"If you thin those diapers down a few inches you could probably
    wear your school pants over them," my Mom suggested, "but knowing you,
    Chris, you'd probably just go there in your diapers."
    	"I guess I'm going to have to," I said, feigning resignation to
    this, when in fact I was looking forward to it.
    	"You're going to go to the HOSPITAL in just your DIAPERS?" Lisa
    asked me.
    	"Uh, well, yeah, I mean, it's a hospital, not the mall," I said.
    	"It's still a public place," Lisa said. After she could see that
    this was what I was going to do, she just said, "oh well, at least I
    won't be going with you."
    	A few minutes later I saw a car pull up out on the street. I
    figured it had to be Jay's mom. Tony came running to the door and rang
    the doorbell. I had on my jacket, which draped down over most of my
    diapers. My butt still stuck out underneath, though.
    	"Hey, Chris, you ready?" Tony asked me.
    	"Ready as I'm going to be," I said.
    	"You're not wearing any pants, are you?" Tony asked me. To
    confirm this, I lifted up my jacket and let him see my bulging white
    diapers.
    	"My sweat pants got wet and muddy when I rode home from the
    twins' house, and I didn't have time to 'diaper down' for my pants."
    	"You did that on purpose, didn't you?" Tony asked me.
    	"Well, no, since I wasn't sure we'd be seeing Jay tonight, but it
    just happened to work out that way," I answered.
    	"Let's get going; Jay's mom's waiting with his sisters," Tony
    said. I followed him out in the pouring rain. Jay's younger sister Lori
    was sitting in the back seat while Jolene, his older sister, was in the
    front seat with their mom. Tony opened the back door to the small
    Subaru station wagon that their mom drove. The car was old and had seen
    its better days. There was no dome light to see where I was going. I
    took my seat next to Lori and then Tony took his seat next to me.
    	"Hello, Chris," Jay's mom said to me. "What a day you boys had at
    school, wasn't it?"
    	"Yeah, you could say that," I replied. "I don't think we'd be
    doing this now if it weren't for what happened."
    	I looked ahead of me and hoped that the drive to the hospital
    wouldn't be very far. It was about three or four miles from where we
    lived. The windshield wipers didn't seem to be doing that good of a job
    keeping the windshield clear enough to see, and the headlights were
    rather dim. I could hardly see the road from where I was sitting. With
    this, I just hoped that I didn't wind up in the hospital myself, that
    is, as a patient. I couldn't even find the seatbelt in the dark car to
    forestall such an occurrence.
    	"We're not going far," Lori said. "Besides, my mom's a safe
    driver."
    	"She probably is, but unfortunately not everyone else is," I
    said.
    	Lori noticed the white of my diapers showing against the darkness
    of everything else in the back seat. When we got to the next
    intersection the streetlights shined in and it was obvious that I had
    only my diapers on.
    	"So, you're just like Jay, I see," Lori said as she looked down
    at my crotch.
    	"Sort of," I said. "But these are real diapers."
    	"Well, that, but I meant the fact that you have no pants on. Jay
    never wears pants, either."
    	"How could he, with all that underwear he wears all the time?" I
    remarked.
    	"Exactly," Lori said with a satisfied tone in her voice. "It sure
    beats having to look at his shit and smell it all the time, well, he
    still smells, just not as much."
    	I thought Lori might get scolded for saying that, but her mother
    didn't seem to mind.
    	"It's what he gets for shitting in his pants," Lori said.
    	"It's what he gets for being a boy, that's what," Jay's mom
    added. "All you other boys-- Chris, Tony-- you guys and all those other
    boys you know who wear diapers have all the more convinced us that
    Jay's problem is because he's a boy. It's no surprise that it's boys
    who usually have encopresis."
    	"You're absolutely right there," I said. "Diapers are for boys!"
    	"Yeah, because us girls don't shit our pants!" Lori said proudly.
    	"Well, neither does your brother, Lori, but that's because he
    never gets to wear pants to shit in, in the first place! If I had it my
    way I wouldn't let him wear pants to school even."
    	"I wouldn't either," I said. "Damn dress codes anyway!"
    	"That'd be cool," Lori said. "If all the boys at school had to go
    around in nothing but diapers. You all look cute with your butts
    sticking out so much!"
    	"Would you say my butt looks cute?" I asked Lori. Since I wasn't
    restrained by a seatbelt I just got up on my knees and let Lori look at
    my diapered rear end close up.
    	"Oh yeah, you've got a cute diaper butt, too, Chris," Lori said.
    	"How do my diapers compare to Jay's underwear?" I asked Lori. She
    ran her hand over my diapers and said, "Hmm, well, Jay's come pretty
    close to this, actually."
    	"Really?" I said, imagining how much underwear it would take to
    equal the thickness of my diapers. I was getting hard beyond belief.
    "How many pairs has he worn?"
    	"We don't bother to count, there's so many," Jolene commented.
    "It's several dozen, we know that."
    	"Yeah, thanks to the added layers we sew into the seats like how
    they used to make boys' underwear, this enables Jay to wear his
    underwear that's more diaper-like. How convenient that it's all white
    like diapers, too!"
    	Jay's mom then joined in the conversation.
    	"When Jay was littler, he could fit into more underwear since we
    could start with smaller pairs. Ever since he was six he's worn them
    all the way up to size 18, which is the largest boys' size there is
    that I've seen."
    	"Couldn't you go to men's sizes after that?" I asked Jay's mom.
    	"You could, but boys' underwear is tailored differently and it
    works better. The boy's growing still, and one of these days I may just
    have to break down and get him some real diapers like the ones that you
    wear, Chris. I just wish that damn restaurant would pay me enough, or I
    could get some better tips so that I could afford to get Jay some of
    those Thickies diapers he's told me about."
    	I asked Lori how she and Jolene were going to handle "diapering"
    Jay with his underpants since his leg was presumably broken. We had
    been talking about diapers, underwear and pooping so much and it
    occurred to me that I hadn't even asked Jay's mom what the official
    diagnosis is.
    	"We'll manage somehow," Lori said. "I know Jay won't be able to
    do it himself."
    	"So what happened to Jay anyway?" I asked his mom. "I mean, what
    did the doctors find out?"
    	"Broke his leg, right below the knee," she said. "Considering how
    slender his legs are, I'm not surprised; they're like matchsticks. In
    any case, those damn kids shouldn't have thrown that ball at him like
    that!"
    	"I agree," I said. At this point we reached the hospital parking
    lot. We had a little ways to walk, although between the rain and the
    fact that I had only diapers to wear this wasn't going to bother me. It
    surely didn't bother Lori, either as she stayed behind me the entire
    time to stare at my diapered butt as we walked towards the building.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 174
    ----------------------------

    	An elderly man was pushing a wheelchair with, presumably, his
    wife in it, and was coming out of the hospital just as we were going
    in. The two of them looked at me like I was from another planet when
    they noted my diapers showing. We went into the lobby where Jay's mom
    inquired with the lady at the desk about Jay. She said we could go
    ahead and visit him right now. Since her desk sat high up she didn't
    notice that I only had diapers on. The rest of the people in the lobby,
    however, did notice. Even with my jacket covering up most of my white-
    padded butt, it still stuck out and contrasted sharply with the black
    fabric of my jacket.
    	I was surprised to see the hospital lobby with as many people in
    it as there was. It looked like someone was having a family reunion
    there. There were kids of all ages, some of them running around the
    expansive lobby with a big atrium in the ceiling and a fountain in the
    center. I looked up at the atrium where I could see the rain hitting
    the glass where exterior lights were shining around it. The kids and
    some of the adults, however, were looking at me. I heard some laughing
    and giggling. Some members of the hospital staff were looking at me,
    too.
    	"Okay, let's go, everyone," Jay's mom directed us. "Jay's in room
    514."
    	We went to the nearest elevator and waited for one of the two
    sets of doors to open. When one of them opened up a family emerged.
    Tony and I were standing in front of Jay's mom and his sisters, right
    at where the doors opened. I was the first person the family saw when
    the doors opened. I had unzipped my jacket since I was getting stuffy
    in it, so my diapers were now in full view. The two kids, a boy and a
    girl, got a good close-up look at my diapers and probably a whiff of my
    poop odors as they, too, were standing right up to the door on the
    inside of the elevator. The tops of my diapers were at about their eye
    level.
    	"He must be a patient," I heard the man with a somewhat puzzled
    look on his face say to his wife as they went past me after I backed
    away from the door so they could get past me.
    	"Whatever condition that boy has to require diapers like that, I
    sure hope you kids don't ever get it!" I heard the mother say to her
    two children, both of whom were stalling the parents by standing there
    outside the elevator and staring at me from behind.
    	"I hope the boy gets it," I said to Tony and he nodded in
    agreement. The girl then started teasing her brother about hoping he'd
    get really bad diarrhea so that he'd have to wear diapers like mine.
    Just then the elevator doors closed, so we weren't able to hear the
    rest of it, damn! If we had timed it better I would have told Jay's
    family that Tony and I would meet them up in the room while we went to
    follow the other family back to the lobby and listen in on the girl
    teasing her brother.
    	Lori pressed the appropriate button on the elevator panel and we
    ascended to the fifth floor. We went down the hall to locate room 514.
    A couple nurses, orderlies and other hospital personnel went past us as
    we looked for the room. They each gave me a strange look as well,
    especially from this older-looking lady. We located Jay's room a moment
    later and went in. Jay looked tired as he lay in his hospital bed, but
    he looked like he was glad to see some familiar faces.
    	"Hello, dear, how are feeling?" Jay's mom asked him.
    	"A little better, I guess," Jay replied. His leg was hoisted up
    in the air.
    	"Hey Chris! Hey Tony!" Jay said as he greeted us with a smile. He
    looked tired, but otherwise okay. He was certainly happy to see us,
    too.
    	"Hey man, sorry about what happened to you today," I told Jay.
    	"It wasn't your fault," he said.
    	"Yeah, but it was still a tough break for you," Tony said.
    	"It was a tough break all right," Jay said. "And I mean 'break'."
    	"You mean, it *is* broken?" I asked Jay. "Your knee's broken?"
    	"It's not my knee, it's my fibula, one of the lower leg bones.
    The doctors x-rayed it and found a fracture," Jay said with a groan in
    his voice. "They're going to have to put a cast on it."
    	"That sucks," Tony said.
    	"Tell me about it," Jay groaned. I decided to shed my jacket, as
    did Tony, so we laid them down on one of the nurse's stools. Lori and
    Jolene were sitting in the only two visitor's chairs in the room.
    	"Did you really come in here like that?" Jay asked me when he
    noted that I had only my diapers and my shirt on beneath my jacket. It
    seemed he hadn't noticed until now.
    	"I didn't have much of a choice," I said as I idly pulled up on
    my plastic pants. "Tony called me on short notice and there was no time
    for Cindy to down-diaper me, and besides, well, if I can go through the
    mall in my diapers I can probably go just about anywhere."
    	"You might as well go to school like that since everybody knows
    that you, and us, all wear them anyway."
    	"That's true," I said. Jay seemed to be in a fairly good mood in
    spite of what had happened to him.
    	"Check this out, guys," Jay said as he pulled the covers back on
    his bed. He pulled up on his hospital gown and let us see the diaper he
    was wearing.
    	"Hey, you're wearing a diaper!" I said. "A real diaper!"
    	Lori and Jolene then got up from their chairs to get a look.
    	"Wow! It's not what we're used to seeing on you," Lori said. "I
    guess I've gotten used to seeing all those waistbands and fly fronts."
    	"It's not a Thickies, that's for sure," Jay said as he pointed
    out how much thinner it was than the disposable diapers that he was
    used to seeing Tony and sometimes me wearing. "But it works."
    	"Yeah, and we can even tell that you're wet," Jolene commented.
    	"He's more than wet, I can tell that much," Lori said. "I can
    smell his poopy butt from here!"
    	"You're probably smelling Chris' poopy butt," Jolene said as she
    had been standing right behind me.
    	"Or Tony's," Lori added as she patted Tony on the butt and felt
    his poop squishing around in there.
    	"You're probably smelling all of us," Jay said. "We're all
    poopy."
    	"I'm not used to smelling boy's diaper-butt poop in places where
    I'm not used to it, not like when I'm at home when washing all of Jay's
    shit-filled undies," Lori said.
    	Jay's diaper bulged out a ways from all the pee that it had
    soaked up, plus the fact that the wetness indicator strips were green.
    	"Looks like you are overdue for a diaper change," I said.
    	"I know," Jay said. "But I'm used to going hours at a time
    without changing all my underwear anyway."
    	"That's why we have you wear so much of it," Lori said with a
    satisfied smile.
    	"You should probably get changed, Jay," his mother said as she
    got up and noted Jay's swollen diaper. "The doctor told me that your
    skin looked pretty irritated down there."
    	"Yeah, I guess I'd better call for a nurse so she can come change
    me." Jay said. He then pressed a button that was mounted on the side of
    his hospital bed. While we waited for the nurse to show up we told Jay
    about everything that had happened today as far as Mr. Brown was
    concerned. Jay was quite delighted to know that with all that Tony and
    I went through afterwards, that Mr. Brown would likely not be there
    when Jay got back to school.
    	"I probably won't be in P.E. for a few weeks anyway," Jay said.
    "Not while my leg heals up."
    	"So what will you be doing?" I asked.
    	"I'll have to go to study hall," Jay moaned.
    	"Hey, at least you won't have to put up with Shane and Hugh and
    all those other jerkoffs," Tony said.
    	"Yeah, maybe I can break a bone or something so I can get out of
    P.E., too," I said. "I'd rather study than waste a whole class period
    each day making a diapered ass of myself in front of all those jock
    assholes," I said.
    	"Well, Chris, any way you look at it, you make a diapered ass of
    yourself anyway," Lori said with a giggle as she patted my butt with
    both hands. Tony laughed over this, but then said, "I think things will
    be better without Mr. Brown. I know they will."
    	"Who do you think's gonna replace him?" I asked Tony. "Whoever it
    us, I hope he's not worse than Mr. Brown."
    	"Chris, there *is* nobody worse than Mr. Brown!" Tony stated, as
    he looked me in the eyes and put his hand on my shoulder. "I'm hoping
    it'll be that one guy who substituted that one day, can't remember his
    name."
    	"Mr. Lowry, I think his name was," I said.
    	At this moment the nurse entered the room after giving the door a
    courtesy knock. She was tall with long dark hair. She was big, too,
    bigger than Megan but not as big as Lisa; in some ways she reminded me
    of Lisa because of her hair and her big butt. She looked a little young
    to be a nurse.
    	"Hello," she greeted us. I couldn't tell what her reaction was to
    seeing my diapered butt as she entered. She went straight to Jay to
    take care of him. Since he still had the covers back and had his gown
    pulled up the nurse just said, "I think I see what you needed me for,
    am I right?"
    	Jay just nodded. The nurse then asked Tony and me if we could
    step away for a moment. She pulled a curtain in front of Jay's bed to
    give him some privacy, even though we've all seen him naked with a
    poopy butt before many times. I listened and imagined the scene as I
    heard the nurse perform her duties. I heard the diaper being ripped off
    of him. This was followed by a couple minutes that she must have spent
    cleaning him up.
    	"That rash is looking a little better," she commented with a
    positive tone. "I'll apply some more stuff to it."
    	"Stuff," I thought to myself. The medical jargon they used in
    these hospitals was overwhelming!
    	Not much else was said between Jay and the nurse. I continued to
    listen to the subtle sounds of a fresh diaper being unfolded and spread
    out, waiting for Jay's butt. I was getting hard as I thought about this
    nurse changing my diapers. The thought of breaking my leg for this
    crossed my mind momentarily.
    	"Okay, you're all done, Jay," the nurse said in a friendly tone.
    I could hear her opening and closing something, which I presumed was
    Jay's dirty diaper being disposed of. She washed her hands and then
    pulled the curtain back open and exited the room. She took a glance
    back at me and smiled before she opened the door. Just as she opened
    the door she was greeted by an older nurse, the same one who gave me a
    rather mortifying look after we got off the elevator. The older nurse
    looked into the room and saw me kneeling forward on the stool with my
    diapered butt facing towards her.
    	"Is that boy in there a patient?" the older nurse asked. "The one
    in those *huge* diapers!"
    	"He's just a visitor," the younger nurse said.
    	"Really," the nurse said. "You might have offered him something
    to wear over them, you know."
    	"That's how he came in, I don't know," the younger nurse said
    helplessly before she quickly disappeared down the hall to take care of
    her next patient. The older nurse then came into the room. I didn't
    have a very good impression of her, and the saying about first
    impressions was holding true.
    	"Young man, you are not decent," the lady said.
    	"What?" I said. "This is how I always dress."
    	"You are in a public building, and you cannot be dressed like
    that," she admonished me sternly. I wanted to tell her to shove it up
    her ass.
    	"Nobody else seemed to mind, that other nurse didn't seem to
    mind. I actually think she probably thought I looked kind of cute," I
    said, blushing slightly.
    	"She is not a nurse," the late forties-something lady said. "She
    is a nursing *assistant*. I am a certified nurse."
    	"Like I really give a shit," I mumbled.
    	"She might say you're cute, but I say you're indecent."
    	She opened a cabinet and then pulled out a green hospital gown.
    She put it over me and tied it around my waist.
    	"There, I guess that will have to do for now," she said with a
    sigh before she left. Seeing that the back was still open, when she was
    on her way out of the room I shouted, "you can still see my diapered
    butt showing!" She kept going.
    	"I hate her," Jay said.
    	"I can see why," I said.
    	"You should have heard what she said when she had to take all my
    underpants off," Jay said as he rolled his eyes.
    	"What did she say?" I asked.
    	"Yeah, how did the doctor's react to seeing you in all that
    underwear you usually wear?" Tony asked.
    	"She was just grumbling and complaining about how difficult it
    was to take off my underwear and how a boy my age shouldn't be wearing
    them like they were diapers."
    	"What did you say after that?" I asked.
    	"I told her that I needed to wear them and it was the only thing
    I had. She then just said, 'oh, so I see.'"
    	"So what did she do with your underwear?" Tony asked.
    	"She threw it away because it was so dirty," Jay said.
    	"Where's the rest of your clothes?" I asked Jay.
    	"In that closet over there," Jay said as he pointed. His mom went
    over to it and opened it up. His gym shorts and his shirt were in there
    along with his shoes and socks.
    	"I'll take these home and get them washed," Jay's mom said. She
    then handed the garments to Lori.
    	I had quickly grown tired of wearing the hospital gown. I wanted
    to remove it, so I said, "screw it, I don't want to wear this damn
    thing."
    	I set the bag down so that I could take the hospital gown off. I
    didn't like wearing it and especially resented the nurse who insisted
    that I wear it. Most of all, since it left the most prominent part of
    my diapers open to view anyway, it really didn't serve its intended
    purpose very well. The nurse had tied it tightly and I was having
    trouble getting the knot undone, so Lori helped me with it. Being that
    she had longer fingernails and she could pick at the knot more easily,
    she loosened it up for me. I cheerfully took it off and tossed it onto
    the counter close by.
    	Jay talked with his mom and his sisters for a few minutes while
    Tony and I sat back. I scooted around on the wheeled stool.
    	"So how's the food here?" Jay's mom asked him.
    	"Tastes like crap," Jay said. "I'd almost rather eat what they
    serve at school."
    	"It's probably the same company that makes it," Jolene said.
    	"Hey Mom, how's Jay going to get all his underwear on while he's
    laid up?" Lori asked her mom.
    	"Well, you girls will have to help him with that when I'm not
    home," she said.
    	"Which is much of the time," Jolene said.
    	"I know, honey," her mom said apologetically. "You have to work a
    lot of long hours when you work at a restaurant because of the turnover
    and when you can't leave for another job to contribute to that
    turnover. Besides, I could use all the hours I can get."
    	"How are we going to help Jay?" Lori asked.
    	"You'll have to take his underwear off and put them it on for him
    since he won't be able to do it himself for awhile," their mom said.
    	"That's gonna take a long time," Jolene said.
    	"I know it will, but you'll have to go at it slowly so you don't
    hurt his leg."
    	"I didn't mean that, Mom," Jolene said. "I meant, well, Jay's
    probably the only boy in the world whose sisters can get ready for
    school-- or for me, work-- faster than he does. While we're putting on
    our make-up and doing up our hair, Jay's busy cleaning up his butt and
    putting on all his underwear. We'll have to get up an hour earlier!"
    	"We'll get used to it, kids," their mom said. "You'll have to get
    used to helping Jay clean himself up, too."
    	"What?" Lori asked. "You mean, we have to wipe his BUTT, too?!"
    	"Yes, girls, you will," their mother said. Lori just winced and
    made a strange face as she said, "eww!"
    	"Look, some people do that for a living," Jay's mom said. "Like
    the lady who came in here to change Jay's diaper. Imagine doing that
    every day for your paycheck."
    	"I'd rather not, thank you," Lori said.
    	"I think I rather would," Jay's mom said. "I mean, at least being
    a nurse's assistant you'd only have to deal with one kind of shit.
    Where I work, I deal with two kinds of shit; they're called customers
    and managers."
    	I wanted to chime in and suggest that Jay's mom get him some real
    diapers just while he was laid up, even if it meant having to spend the
    money for them. I knew that since she could always count on thrift
    stores to give her all the used underwear for free since they couldn't
    sell it anyway, she had it made as far as Jay's "diapers" were
    concerned. Since I knew that money for their family was tighter than
    the pins in my diapers I wasn't going to say anything.
    	"Well, I know one thing," Lori said. "I'm going to put as much
    underwear on that butt of his as I possibly can! If it means I don't
    have to change him or clean him up as often, it's worth it."
    	"Yes, but you'll have more poop to clean up when you *do* change
    him," her Mom said.
    	"Why couldn't he just not shit his pants like the rest of us?"
    	"He's a boy, and boys have problems like that, girls," their mom
    said.
    	"Not *all* boys!" Lori said. "In fact, most boys don't! If they
    did, they wouldn't have separate bathrooms for them at school, and
    *all* the boys would be wearing diapers!"
    	"Well, he's your brother and it's up to you to take care of his
    particular needs. You get used to it, girls, really, you do. When you
    become a mother you have to get used to it since you'll be changing
    diapers for at least a couple of years, whether you have boys or
    girls."
    	"When I do become a mother I hope to have a girl so I can potty
    train her as soon as I can. If I have a boy like Jay he'll be wearing
    diapers for twenty years."
    	"Longer than that," I said. "I'm only twelve, but I can be pretty
    certain I'll be in diapers for the rest of my life."
    	"Okay, then he'll be on his own after awhile," Lori said.
    	It had been over a half hour since we had arrived and I knew Mom
    was expecting me to be home soon. Jay's mom was ready to leave anyway.
    	"Bye, Jay, get well soon," I told him as I held his hand and
    patted it.
    	"Yeah, hang in there, buddy," Tony said as he left and shook
    hands with him. Tony and I picked up our jackets but we didn't put them
    on just yet.
    	"I'm hoping to be out of here before the end of the week," Jay
    said.
    	"Bye, bye, dear," Jay's mom said as she bent down and gave him a
    kiss on the forehead. It was good to know that Jay's mother loved him
    since before this she didn't seem to give much of an indication of it
    whenever I was there at his house.
    	As we walked towards the elevator Nurse Bitch confronted us once
    again. She confronted me and asked, "Where's that gown I told you to
    wear?"
    	"Back in the room," I said being honest. I wasn't up to coming up
    with any snappy sarcastic answers at the moment.
    	"You get something more decent on or I am going to call security
    and have them escort you out at once!"
    	"We're leaving anyway, so EAT MY DIAPERS!" I yelled. With this I
    bent over and diaper-mooned the nurse. I happened to have a good fart
    ready to go at that time, so I let out a long, loud juicy one. She just
    huffed and then went on to mentally torture her next patient. The girls
    were embarrassed.
    	"Chris, I can't believe you did that!" Lori said.
    	"What? I fart all the time! I'm sure you do, too."
    	"No, the way you bent over and showed off your diapers!" Lori
    said.
    	"Not the first time I've had to do that to someone," I said. We
    got to the elevator and rode it down with another couple people
    accompanied by two little girls, already in the elevator. The two girls
    just stood behind me and stared up at my bulging diapers. After awhile
    I heard one of them say, "phew! It stinks in here!" The parents didn't
    say anything, but they must have felt awkward having nothing to do in
    the elevator but to look at the estimated 200-plus square inches or so
    of my diapered derriere that were in full view from behind me.
    	The lobby wasn't as full as it was before, but there were still
    people sitting there waiting for some reason or other. The lady at the
    main desk finally noticed what I was wearing as we walked by on our way
    out. Once we reached the exit I slipped my jacket on. It was still
    raining and we all ran to the car. A few minutes later I was home,
    ready to do homework. As I sighed upon opening one of my books, I
    thought, "If only I had get into study hall without breaking my leg for
    it..." That extra class period would sure be nice for doing homework
    instead of being forced to exhibit my lack of athletic prowess.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 175
    ----------------------------

    	I was actually looking forward to going to school today. All
    indications seemed to be that Mr. Brown was no longer a member of the
    faculty. Whoever we would be getting in his place, he had to have been
    better. My concerns for Jay weighed heavily on my mind, though. I
    thought about him being stuck in the hospital with a broken leg, doing
    this while we went through the grammar exercise in Mrs. Steck's class.
    About twenty minutes into class an office aid delivered a note to Mrs.
    Steck. I wasn't even thinking that it might be for me, but I was caught
    completely off guard when Mrs. Steck looked out at the class towards me
    and said, "Chris" and motioned for me to come up to her desk. She wrote
    the time on the slip while I walked up to get the note. While I walked
    up there my diaper crinkled. Some kid made farting noises with his
    mouth in sync with my steps. Everyone around him started laughing, but
    I just ignored him. Mrs. Steck then told everyone to quiet down. She
    then handed the slip back to me. I was hoping that it wouldn't be for
    seeing Mr. Swain, and fortunately it wasn't. It was for seeing Mr.
    Carberry instead. Ugh.
    	"Dammit," I thought. "When is this shit going to end?!" I
    nervously walked down to the office and took my seat. I was hoping to
    see Tony there, too, but I was alone. Mr. Carberry called me into his
    office right away.
    	"Good morning, Chris," Mr. Carberry started off as he asked me to
    take a seat. He was busy organizing some papers on his desk, so while
    he was doing this I asked him, "uhh, so what am I in here for?" My
    voice cracked, both due to puberty and because of nervousness.
    	"A couple of reasons," he said. "First, I need to tell you that
    Mr. Brown was terminated yesterday."
    	When Mr. Carberry said this I smiled and Mr. Carberry knew that I
    would be pleased with this news. He was quite aware of everything that
    happened from the beginning of the year.
    	"Was it because of how he handled Jay's situation?" I asked Mr.
    Carberry.
    	"I really shouldn't disclose too many details about that, Chris,
    especially as the school board administrators are still investigating
    several other incidents of which Mr. Brown has been accused. But yes,
    that was the incident that finally did him in, but also because of his
    way of treating you and the other boys who share your, uhh, your
    disability, so this was also taken into consideration. I also wanted to
    let you know that the F grade that Mr. Brown had given you will be
    changed. Right now it stands at a C. If your replacement instructor
    decides to not weigh it against your final semester grade then your
    grade for that class will be determined only by your performance from
    here on out."
    	"Whew," I said as I breathed a sigh of relief. I felt pretty good
    right now and I thought that I was going to be excused. Unfortunately,
    Mr. Carberry had one other matter to take up with me first.
    	"Now, there is one other issue I need to address with you,
    Chris," Mr. Carberry said firmly with a small change in the tone of his
    voice. "Your conduct with some of the faculty is not acceptable. The
    secretary reported that you used some vulgar language with her
    yesterday. Mr. Brown also indicated to me that you insulted him. Am I
    correct?"
    	Now I was nervous. My heart was beating rapidly and I was
    thinking, "What the hell is this all about? And to hell with Mr. Brown,
    his ass is history!"
    	"Well, yes, I did, I did, sir, but I also think I was justified
    in my actions."
    	"We have a rule here, actually, two rules, both of which you
    violated. One is that we do not allow swearing of *any* kind, no matter
    what the reason. The other is that there is no back-talking to any
    staff or faculty members. I realize that Mr. Brown was out of line, but
    this does not entitle you to insult him."
    	"Okay, I'm sorry," I said, even though I really wasn't.
    	"Mr. Swain was going to take this up with you and give you three
    days of detention, but I looked at the specifics in this situation and
    overruled his decision. Instead of detention you will have some weekly
    counseling sessions with Dr. Austin."
    	I was thinking, "okay, I guess that's better than detention." I
    wanted to thank Mr. Carberry for at least getting me out of detention,
    but I didn't want to show him any gratitude until he was finished.
    	"You will see Dr. Austin once a week for a minimum of four weeks.
    He will meet with you each Wednesday during third period."
    	"How about fifth period?" I blurted out, thinking how great it
    would be to get excused from Mr. Eastman's class at least once a week.
    	"Dr. Austin has a tight schedule. Any reason you requested fifth
    period?" Mr. Carberry asked.
    	"Uhh, just because it's before lunch, I guess," I said. I didn't
    really feel like explaining it.
    	"I'm sure you will agree that it's better than detention, no
    matter when it is," Mr. Carberry said.
    	"It is, yes, thank you, Mr. Carberry."
    	I was excused from Mr. Carberry's office a short time later. At
    the mid-morning break I told Tony and the others about my visit with
    Mr. Carberry.
    	"Yeah, he called me in, too," Tony said.
    	"You didn't get detention, did you?" I asked Tony.
    	"No, why? Did you?"
    	"I almost did, but Mr. Carberry saved my ass."
    	"How? Why? What's this all about anyway?" Luke asked.
    	"Because I was using foul language and I insulted Mr. Brown."
    	"What?" Bryce asked. "Who gives a shit about Mr. Brown anymore?"
    	"Who ever gave a shit about him anyway?" Tony remarked.
    	"I just got out of detention, so I won't argue with anyone's
    reasons," I said. "I have to see Dr. Austin every Wednesday during
    fourth period, though. Probably some anger management thing or
    something."
    	"Gotta admit it beats detention," Tony said.
    	"So, who's our replacement for P.E.?" I asked Luke and Bryce.
    	"His names Mr. Lowry, he's that guy who substituted for us a few
    weeks ago," Luke said.
    	"Good," I said. I was hoping it would be Mr. Lowry and I had a
    feeling that it would be.
    	After third period had passed, Tony and I went into the boy's
    locker room with the peace of mind in that we wouldn't have to face Mr.
    Brown ever again. Mr. Lowry was there as expected. He was busy looking
    over some papers in his office, probably getting things organized. It
    was nice to not be rushed and told to get our butts moving for once. We
    actually got dressed down and ready at the same time as everyone else
    because nobody was holding us up. On the way out to the gym (it was
    still wet and rainy outside) some of the more decent kids asked Tony
    and I what happened yesterday. We also found out that Shane got in
    trouble for hurling the basketball at Jay and causing him to fall and
    break his leg. He wasn't even there today. Nobody knew how long he'd be
    out of school. Hugh was still there, unfortunately, and he was mad at
    us for getting Mr. Brown fired.
    	We assumed our usual formation. It was almost like the first day
    of class all over again. Mr. Lowry went through the role with the
    assistant coach at his side. After that, he gave us his introductory
    speech.
    	"My name is Mr. Lowry. And yes, you can call me Mister Lowry, or
    you can call me Coach Lowry, or just Coach, or just Lowry; I really
    don't care. Some of you may have seen me at your football games. I come
    from Morrison Middle School and have served as a coach on several of
    their athletic teams, but before you boo me-- I know they're your
    rivals and you guys are their rivals-- I'm with you guys now, so I've
    changed my alliance." With this he pointed out the Hillside Middle
    School sweatshirt that he was wearing. He then continued.
    	"That's right, I'm going to be your gym instructor now. Whatever
    Mr. Brown expected of you, he's not here anymore, so I'll let you know
    what I expect of you as we go on. I recognize that not all of you are
    cut out to be athletes, and I'm not out to make athletes out of anyone
    who isn't one, nor am I here to ridicule anyone whose aspirations may
    differ. I am here to help those who need it."
    	Everyone then started looking at me, Tony, and Jimmy, many of
    them smiling and suppressing their laughter. I heard Hugh say, "Yeah,
    like diaper boy over there." Mr. Lowry continued.
    	"I am here to promote and encourage physical activity. I do
    expect everyone to cooperate and I do have standards I expect everyone
    to meet, but if you have a problem with an activity or exercise, don't
    hesitate to tell me about it."
    	The closing of Mr. Lowry's speech seemed to be geared towards
    those of us who were picked on for being diaper boys as well as for not
    demonstrating much of an aptitude for sports.
    	"I want to stress that in my classes, there is absolutely *no*
    hazing other students! None! We are all to respect one another and to
    recognize competitiveness only where and when it is appropriate.
    Anybody caught name-calling or harassing another student *will*
    immediately be sent to see Mr. Swain. I do not let anyone off with a
    warning on this one. Now, does anybody have any questions so far?"
    	"Yeah, what happened to Mr. Brown?" one kid asked.
    	"I am not to discuss that," Mr. Lowry said firmly. Nobody else
    had any questions, so Mr. Brown started us on today's activity, which
    was to play basketball. Mr. Lowry didn't agree with appointing two team
    captains to pick players. Instead, our teams were pre-assigned.
    Unfortunately with this arrangement, Tony and I wound up on opposite
    teams and Jimmy was on Tony's team as well. As it turned out, because
    of Jay being gone as well as Shane, this resulted in an imbalance with
    my assigned team, which was Team A, as having two extra players. Mr.
    Lowry asked our team for someone who would volunteer joining the other
    side. Immediately I jumped on this and said, "I will!"
    	"Okay, then you come over here," Mr. Lowry instructed me. As I
    walked over I heard several groans and other complaints. Among them:

    	"Aww, no, not Chris!"
    	"Great, now *all* the stinky butts our on our team!"
    	"Pick someone else!"
    	"Go back, Chris!"
    	"Chris can't play with his crappy diapers weighing him down!"

    	Mr. Lowry then blew his whistle and told everyone to be quiet.
    	"Okay, I only want to tell you this once! Remember what I said
    about no hazing? I mean that! I said no warnings, either, so consider
    yourselves lucky I'm giving you a warning! I am fully aware of what
    some of the students in this class have had to go through under Mr.
    Brown's direction. I won't have any of that! With that said, Chris is
    going to join Team B."
    	This Mr. Lowry guy was going to be all right, I thought. Never in
    a million years would have Mr. Brown stood up for me like that. I took
    my position at the end of the line.
    	"Okay, now we'll decide which team is which. Team A, leave your
    clothes on. Team B, strip off your shorts...uhh, I mean, your shirts!
    Just trying to keep you all on your toes."
    	I must say that Mr. Lowry really had me going there for a second.
    I was actually thinking about how fun it would be for me to play in
    just my diapers, especially since the girls from our class could see us
    from the auxiliary gym in which they were playing. They'd get quite a
    show as it was with half of us not wearing our shirts. Besides, with as
    much exposure as my diaper was still getting, I might as well have just
    done away with the shorts.
    	Mr. Lowry blew the whistle and the game began. Unlike with Mr.
    Brown, I felt like making an effort to perform well. Early on in the
    game someone passed the ball to me and I caught it. I made my way
    towards the basket while dribbling. Just as I was getting ready to pass
    the ball to Tony, I tripped and fell on my face.
    	"I knew it!" one kid said. "I knew Chris would screw us up!"
    	"Yeah, Chris, you SUCK!" said one of the many assholes in the
    class. Mr. Lowry heard this. He blew his whistle and told everyone to
    stop. He then pointed to the kid who said that I sucked.
    	"You! What's your name?" Mr. Lowry asked.
    	"Ennis," he said. "Ennis Cooke." In my mind I thought he should
    have addressed himself as "Anus."
    	Mr. Lowry then wrote up a quick slip for him to see Mr. Swain.
    	"What's this?" Ennis asked naively.
    	"It's an invitation to visit Mr. Swain, and I highly recommend
    that you R.S.V.P."
    	"What's R.S.V.P. mean?" he asked, making even more an idiot of
    himself in front of everyone. This resulted in a round of "duh"'s,
    albeit subdued, lest they be sent out to see Mr. Swain themselves.
    	"How about, 'Richard Swain, Vice Principal'," Mr. Lowry replied.
    "Look it up in the dictionary when you get to English class today."
    With this, Mr. Lowry handed Ennis his "invitation". Mr. Lowry had some
    slips ready to go in anticipation of having a few troublemakers in the
    class, and he was right.
    	"Let that be a warning to the rest of you!" Mr. Lowry said
    sternly. He then told us to continue playing and then blew his whistle.
    I had gotten back up and back into the game, now minus one player on
    our team. Tony had the ball and he passed it to me. Once again I had my
    chance to show these pricks that wearing diapers didn't necessarily
    make me a bad player or slow me down. I approached the basket and
    leaped in the air as I tossed it. As I jumped I felt someone grab onto
    the leg openings of my shorts, causing them to slip down to my knees
    and expose my diaper. I was diaper-mooning the kid behind me, hoping
    that he'd get a good whiff of my dirty diaper while he was back there.
    	By then I had already released the ball. It bounced off the
    backboard and then off the rim, but with not quite enough momentum to
    clear the basket, so in it went! Everyone was impressed that I had made
    a basket! Only problem was that I didn't see it happen, as I was busy
    pulling my shorts back up. Meanwhile, the kid who yanked on my shorts
    was also issued an "invitation" to see Mr. Swain. Now the teams were
    equal again.
    	"Chris! You did it!" one kid said. "Maybe you're not so bad after
    all."
    	"Thanks," I said. I wasn't really sure how sincere he was anyway.
    When Tony congratulated me I knew he was sincere, of course. We even
    won over the other team by one point, for which some of the more
    tolerable kids actually gave me credit. I felt like I was a hero for a
    day.
    	The rest of the school day went about like it usually did. We
    missed not having Jay there with us during lunch, but the rest of us
    still carried on as we usually did. I told Megan in sixth period about
    my day as well as Angela in seventh period.
    	After school I went home and got changed into my cloth diapers. I
    reminded Cindy about me staying at Sue's house for dinner after she got
    home. With fresh diapers on my butt I put on my sweats and got on my
    bike, riding it over to Cody's and Jordan's house. Since I had extra
    homework to do, I told the boys they could just play while I worked on
    my school studies.
    	After Sue came home that night and got settled down she told me
    that I could look through the photo albums and pick out some pictures
    for me to use when getting the boys T-shirts for their birthdays. I
    told her that I wanted to use some current photos of the boys, so she
    handed me some envelopes full of photos that she hadn't yet got put
    into albums yet. She told me to wait until she had the boys distracted
    before taking the pictures out. So Cody and Jordan wouldn't wonder what
    I was doing, she had them take their baths. I sat on the couch and
    spread the photos out on the coffee table. Sue spent several minutes in
    the boys' room taking off their diapers. I could hear the boys giggling
    while their mom said, "you boys are stinky!"
    	"Yeah, I go poopy just now!" Cody said proudly.
    	"Me, too," Jordan replied. "I got it all over my butt!"
    	"I see that. Well, I think a good, long hot bath will get you two
    cleaned up for a little while," I heard Sue say to her two sons. I just
    smiled as I stopped and listened in on all the things the boys were
    saying. Suddenly I saw the two naked little boys emerge from their
    bedroom and go into the bathroom. It was the first time I had ever
    known them to be in there since they never had to use the toilet. Sue
    went in right behind them to tend to their bath. I then went back to
    looking through the pictures. Many of them were from last summer when
    the boys spent a lot of time outside in the back yard in their diapers.
    	It was very hard for me to decide which photos to use for getting
    the boys' T-shirts made. I wanted to pick out the pictures in which
    their diapers appeared the biggest and thickest and highest-rising.
    Since I liked butt shots the best, this helped to narrow the choices
    somewhat, but many of the shots taken were taken from behind. I decided
    I wanted their faces to show, too, so by applying this criterion I had
    the pool narrowed down to four pictures of Cody and three of Jordan.
    One picture of Cody had too much of his shirt covering the top of his
    diaper, so I eliminated this one. Another one had him more distant in
    the photo, so I was down to two. The remaining two pictures were a real
    toss-up; I could almost smell the poop in his diapers, the pictures
    were that good. One of them showed him bent over about 30 degrees and
    looking behind him at the camera. His diapers really bulged out and his
    shirt had ridden up to show most of the diapers. The other picture had
    him bending all the way over and holding his ankles. His head was
    upside down as he looked between his legs, as if he were posing for a
    picture on the Drypers diaper package. I couldn't make up my mind on
    these, so I set them aside and examined the finalists for Jordan's
    picture. I eliminated one that had him too far away and with his shirt
    down too far. This left two for me to choose from. One of them showed
    him squatting down; looking like was in the middle of pooping in his
    diapers. The other one showed him crawling in the grass. His face
    showed in both of these shots. I couldn't make up my mind on these,
    either.
    	Suddenly I heard the front door open and I felt the draft from
    the cold outside blowing onto my bare legs. It was Sue's husband Larry,
    who was home from work.
    	"Hello, Chris," he said as he came into the house. "You having
    dinner with us tonight?"
    	"Sure am," I said.
    	"What'cha got going here?" he asked me. "Looking at some of my
    boys' diaper photos, I see."
    	Even though Cody and Jordan were too busy splashing around in the
    bathtub and chuckling, I lowered my voice as I explained to Larry what
    I was doing.
    	"I want to get some T-shirts made for the boys with their
    pictures on them and give them to them as birthday presents."
    	"Yes, Sue was telling me about that," Larry said as he sat down
    next to me on the couch.
    	"Here are the ones I've narrowed it down to," I said as I showed
    Larry the two sets of pictures. "I can't decide which of these to use."
    	"I'd go with that one for Cody, and that one for Jordan," Larry
    said as he decisively pointed out the ones he suggested I use. "Good
    choices you made there." I appreciated his suggestions, though I was
    curious as to what made him decide on the ones he picked. He picked the
    picture of Cody bending over, saying that it showed more of his overall
    body. The Jordan picture he chose was the one of him squatting down,
    using the same explanation for his choice. The boys were both in red
    shirts that day and he said the red shirts helped to add color among
    the green grass and the boys' white diaper butts.
    	"Thanks, Larry," I said. With this, I put the other photos away
    and set the selected photos underneath a stack of magazines so Cody and
    Jordan wouldn't see them.
    	Sue had finished with the boys' baths and she led them back into
    their room to re-diaper them. I asked Larry if I could be excused for a
    moment. I told him that I was going to help Sue diaper up the boys.
    	"Sure, go ahead," he said. With this I went into their room and
    asked Sue if I could help her.
    	"You sure can," she said. "They're all squeaky clean, so all you
    gotta do is diaper their little butts!"
    	Sue then tickled each of the boys mildly and said, "Squeaky!
    Squeaky! Squeaky!" and made squeaking noises as she playfully ran her
    hand over their tummies. The boys kicked their legs in the air as they
    chuckled.
    	"Okay, which one do you want to diaper?" Sue asked me. I decided
    to diaper Jordan since he was closer to me.
    	"Okay, you know what to do," Sue said. We each had a big stack of
    diapers before us, each of them waiting to be wrapped around the boys'
    bottoms and crotches and pinned up tightly at the front. Sue was still
    faster than I was, but she didn't seem to be using quite so many pins,
    either. Once the boys were all diapered up and put into their plastic
    pants they put their pajama tops on. Out of curiosity I asked Sue what
    she did with the bottoms.
    	"Gave them to Goodwill," she said. "No point keeping them here
    when they aren't ever used."
    	While Sue was busy making dinner, I stayed with the boys and
    played with them. Both Cody and Jordan wanted to do some coloring, only
    that they wanted me to make them some drawings for them to color in.
    	"I don't know," I said. "I don't draw so well. My friend Tony can
    draw better than I can. And you should see what Aaron can do!"
    	"Can you try still?" Cody asked me.
    	"Okay," I said. Jordan handed me a pencil. I told him that it
    would be better if I had a black marker or at least a black ball point
    pen since the lines would show up better, especially if they were going
    to be crayoned over. I went out to the living room and asked Larry if
    he had a black pen. He handed me one that he had in his briefcase. It
    wasn't just an ordinary Bic stick pen. He said it was a Schaefer pen.
    He told me to be careful with it and to not let the boys get a hold of
    it.
    	"They're just going to have me make some drawings for them to
    color in," I explained Larry nodded at this with approval and let me
    take his pen. The boys handed me some paper in a pad. I wanted to
    surprise the boys, so I didn't let them see what I was drawing until I
    was done. I sat there on the floor with my knees up, using my lap to
    support the paper pad. I sketched out a picture of a *very* thickly
    diapered boy from behind, standing next to his sister who was holding
    some more diapers in her hand. The boy's diaper butt had creases and
    folds around the leg openings and at the point where his butt converged
    into his crotch. The diapers went very high up in the back. I even
    sketched in some vertical lines on each side of his butt to suggest
    that there were thicker panels in the center of the seat. I developed
    quite a hard-on while drawing the picture.
    	The girl's pants were tight and conformed to the shape of her
    buttocks. I drew the pockets and the seam that ran up the center,
    making it clear that she had no diapers on. At least when I drew butt
    shot pictures I didn't have to try drawing faces, which I sucked at
    more than anything when it came to drawing. It was the perfect excuse
    for me to limit my drawings to my favorite type of pose. After about 6
    or 7 minutes I produced the drawing. Just as I was about to hand it to
    the boys I realized that they might fight over it, so I told them that
    I was going to make a second one identical to the first one. I admit
    that I cheated. I took the first drawing and stuck it underneath the
    paper so that I could trace it. The second drawing was a good enough
    facsimile of the first, and besides, two nearly seven-year-old boys
    wouldn't really be too picky anyway. I tore out a third sheet of paper,
    but I didn't draw anything on it. I just held it out in front of me and
    said, said, "ta-da! Here it is!"
    	"There's nothing on it!" Cody said.
    	"Yeah, you didn't draw anything on that one!" Jordan said.
    	"Yeah I did," I said. "It's a close-up of a boy's diapered butt!
    See, it's all white and everything!"
    	"That's not what it is!" Cody said with a chuckle.
    	"Okay, then it's a polar bear in a snowstorm," I said. The boys
    contested me on this one, too, and they knew that I had the "real"
    drawings, so I decided they had enough and let them see the drawings I
    made. I handed one copy to each of the boys.
    	"Cool, look, the boy's in diapers and the girl isn't!"
    	"Of course! Why would I draw it any other way?" I said. "I like
    to make my drawings as realistic as possible!"
    	The boys then got out their crayons, the full 64-color box. I
    watched as they filled in the flesh tones for the boy's legs and arms
    first. Cody colored his shirt red while Jordan colored it blue. As
    expected, Cody colored the boy's hair yellow (to suggest he was blonde)
    and Jordan colored it brown, just like his own hair. They naturally
    left the diapers white. They both gave the boy's sister dark blue
    pants, but her shirt was lavender in one drawing and pink in the other.
    Her hair was black in Cody's drawing, but yellow in Jordan's. They
    colored the background with several short vertical green lines to
    suggest grass.
    	"Nice drawings!" I said. "Here, I'll make you some more."
    	Just as I got ready to do another drawing, Sue came to the
    bedroom and told us that she had dinner ready. I got some ink on my
    hands, so I went into the bathroom to wash up. While I was washing my
    hands I looked at the toilet and thought about how the seat must have
    always remained down and that the toilet paper must be consumed very
    slowly since Sue was the only one who ever used the toilet in their
    house.
    	The boys took their seats at the table. I got to sit right in
    between them. Sue had made spaghetti with meatballs, along with green
    salad and some garlic bread she picked up on the way home. It was a
    very good meal and I made sure to let Sue know how much I appreciated
    her invitation to let me have dinner with her family that night.
    	While I was eating Larry asked me how I got into wearing diapers
    so much, even though Sue must have told him. I had a feeling he just
    wanted to hear me explain it in my own words and in my own voice. He
    then told me how he got into diapers:

    	"The neighbors next door had a boy who was probably five or six,
    a couple years younger than me; I was eight at the time. Every day
    during the summer he'd be out there playing in the yard with his
    sisters and all he'd have on were his diapers. Thick cloth diapers, no
    disposables back then."
    	"What about his sisters?" I interrupted.
    	"Just the boy wore diapers," Larry said, much to my relief.
    "Anyway, I'd watch his sisters hang his diapers up on the clothesline.
    I was so tempted to run over there and grab some of those diapers, but
    I didn't dare get caught, so I'd do what you told me you did and put on
    a bunch of my underpants at a time. They had that second layer in the
    seat, so this made them even better than what you probably wore. Well,
    every night at around sundown I'd strip off my pants and 'diaper'
    myself and then go over to my window and look over to the house next
    door. I could see into the boy's bedroom from my upstairs window. His
    bed was right there by the window. I'd wait as long as twenty minutes
    some nights, but almost every night at about the same time I could
    count on catching him laying there on his bed waiting for either his
    mother or one of his sisters to come in and change his diapers. I had
    some binoculars, so at night, when it got dusk and the light was on in
    his room, I could see in there really easily. I just loved to watch him
    et his diapers changed. I did this every night for maybe three weeks or
    so. I couldn't stand it any longer, so one day I waited until they had
    left. There were diapers on the line out in their yard. Lots of them! I
    sneaked over there and grabbed maybe three or four of them. I brought
    them into the house and into my room, sneaking them past my Mom. That
    night I wanted to wear them, but I realized that I didn't have any
    diaper pins. I went through some old drawers and found some safety pins
    that worked fairly well.
    	"I wore those diapers to bed every night for about a week or so.
    I'd pee and poop in them and then take them outside the next day
    without my Mom noticing and then try to wash them out with the hose.
    But then one day my Mom asked me about the smell in my room, which was
    what tipped her off about the diapers that I was wearing. I tried to
    hide my diapers, but I ended up having to show her that this was what
    was causing my room to stink. I didn't have a chance to wash them out
    yet.
    	"My Mom asked me where I got the diapers, and I told her that I
    took them from the clothesline next door while the neighbors were away.
    My Mom was so mad at me, one, for stealing, and two, because I was
    wanting to wear diapers. She made me take the dirty diapers over there
    to the neighbors and explain that I took them. That was so
    embarrassing, since I had to tell one of the girls when she answered
    the door. The girls offered to diaper me, so my Mom said "go ahead" and
    let them babysit me for the rest of the summer. Every day they'd diaper
    me up really thick and make me pee and poop in them. Just like the boy,
    all I wore were those diapers. As much as it embarrassed me, I liked
    the attention that I got from those girls. When school started up again
    I stopped going over there during the days. I missed the diapers and I
    started wearing several pairs of underwear all the time, even to
    school. I tried pooping in them on recess, but ended up making a big
    mess and getting all stinky. I don't know why I did that since all the
    kids laughed at me. The teacher called my Mom and told her about it.
    Mom decided that I was going to wear diapers from that day forward."
    	The rest was history, as they say. Larry mentioned that he lost
    control of his bladder and bowels. He had a lot of other things to tell
    me about his experiences with his friends and with the neighbor girls
    when he got older, but he didn't want to talk about these things in
    front of his two young sons.
    	At about 7:30 Larry drove me home since he had a pickup and could
    put my bike back there. I didn't bother to put my sweats back on when
    we left. Larry used this time to tell me some of the details of his
    early adolescent diaper experiences. I must say that this got me really
    excited and gave me something to think about when I jacked off after
    going to bed that night. I told him about the times Megan has changed
    my diapers, although I left out some other details, just as I was sure
    he had omitted some of the details of his experiences. He promised to
    give me a copy of his personal story that he had considered submitting
    to DPF, but never did. He also offered to let me look at his collection
    of DPF stories and would copy the ones I wanted. This sounded so cool
    and I wanted to take him up on this. I thanked him for the ride home as
    I got out of his pickup. I grabbed my bike and wheeled it into the
    garage.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 176
    ----------------------------

    	This week seemed to be going by fast. Already it was Wednesday.
    Jay had been released from the hospital, but he still spent the day at
    home and said that he would be back to school tomorrow. Other than that
    things were pretty much normal so far that day. When I got to third
    period I told Mr. Reiner about my having to visit with Dr. Austin. He
    explained to me that he was already aware of my weekly meetings with
    Dr. Austin and that I could go directly to his office on Wednesdays
    until the sessions were over with. I wasn't sure how long I'd be gone,
    but I knew Tony would tell me what the assignment was if I didn't make
    it back to class.
    	I went into the office and told the secretary that I was there to
    see Dr. Austin. She acted like she wanted to say, "I'm not surprised."
    She just told me to have a seat and he'd call me in. A few minutes
    later he came out of his office and directed me to join him.
    	"Good morning, Chris," he said. "How are you feeling today?"
    	"Well, fine, I guess," I said. "Although I don't really
    understand why I am doing this."
    	"Well, Chris, it has been brought to my attention that you seem
    to exhibit angry outbursts in an inappropriate manner at times, so can
    you tell me a little about this?"
    	"I snapped at Mr. Brown on Monday and told him to, uhh, well, I
    told him to screw off," I stammered.
    	"It's okay, in here in my office you can say the F-word if you
    need to," Dr. Austin told me. He then told me to cite any other
    examples where I felt angry while in school. I told him that I resented
    teachers who criticized me or threatened me, but most often this was
    Mr. Brown who did this. I closed by saying that with Mr. Lowry at the
    helm I didn't expect these problems to continue. Dr. Austin was hastily
    scribbling some notes as I talked to him.
    	"What are you going to do with this that I'm telling you?" I
    asked Dr. Austin.
    	"I'm going to use it to help you deal with your emotions when
    they get out of hand," he said.
    	"I don't think there's a problem, really," I said. "I mean, we
    all get pissed off at people, don't we?"
    	"Anger is a natural emotion, yes," Dr. Austin said. "And we use
    it to defend ourselves. It's usually the result of a fear; it's an
    emotion we get when we feel threatened. Or, sometimes it's because of
    our frustration over dealing with a situation we cannot control and
    that we try to get control of that situation..."
    	Dr. Austin continued to explain to me his assessment of anger. He
    then said, "but, it is important that we learn how to manage these
    feelings, as to do otherwise we can get into serious trouble and cause
    physical and emotional damage to our peers, our families, our elders,
    anyone, even ourselves, and that we can cause damage to other people's
    property or our own. A lot of people get in trouble with the law
    because they don't manage their anger."
    	"Okay, I already knew all that," I said. "I know how anger
    works."
    	"That's good, Chris, that you recognize what it is and what it
    can lead to."
    	"So, why are you doing this?" I asked him. I did not come to Dr.
    Austin's office so he could preach to me about anger management.
    	"I feel that because you are so involved in the fact that you
    wear diapers, that this might create extra tension in you, having to
    always be on the defensive in case someone mocks or ridicules you for
    what you do, Mr. Brown being a notable example."
    	"I've been wearing diapers for almost four years and I've learned
    to deal with the people who tease me about it, and it doesn't bother
    me."
    	"It might not bother you on the surface, but your subconscious
    may be creating tension in you that aren't aware of. How do you deal
    with people when they tease you for wearing diapers?"
    	"Depends on the situation," I said. "If it's here at school, I'll
    just lift my shirt like this (I lifted my shirt up) and let them see my
    diapers. If I'm in some public place I might undo my pants and diaper-
    moon the guy. I like to show off my diapers to let people know that I
    love to wear diapers, and my butt is the most prominent part of my
    diapers to show off."
    	Dr. Austin nodded as he was feverishly scribbling notes, which I
    later learned was shorthand that he then transcribed into his reports.
    Without looking up, he asked me, "What motivates you to engage in such
    behavior?"
    	"Just that I like to let people know that they can call me
    stinky-butt, poopy-butt, diaper-dick, whatever they want. I let them
    know that it does not bother me. I actually like it when they call
    attention to the fact that I wear diapers."
    	"Do you feel that perhaps an element of anger might be at play
    here?" Dr. Austin asked me.
    	"No, I don't think so."
    	"It seems that when somebody attempts to upset you because you
    wear diapers, you feel a need to respond in a defensive way. Your
    showing off your diapers would suggest that you need to demonstrate
    that their taunts do not work, although they may already know how you
    will respond and they find it to be amusing. Have you ever thought
    about that?"
    	"Sometimes," I said. "But I don't care. I feel that diapers are
    such a wonderful thing and that I will do as I please to express these
    feelings."
    	"Would you say that you have no shame when you exhibit such
    gestures?"
    	"Not really," I said. "I know others would feel ashamed about it,
    perhaps some time afterwards, but I get a lot of satisfaction from
    exhibiting my diapers."
    	"Would you say that it's a sexual feeling?" Dr. Austin asked me.
    	"Very much so," I said.
    	"Sexual feelings are among our most powerful drives," Dr. Austin
    said. "And when people aren't able to satisfy these feelings, this can
    create a lot of tension, and after awhile they'll resort to more
    drastic extremes to relieve these feelings."
    	"I don't have a problem with satisfying such feelings," I said.
    "I get to wear diapers all the time and have done so for almost the
    last four years. Before I got put into diapers, I felt a lot more tense
    because my Mom and Dad weren't letting me wear diapers, so I started
    pooping in my underpants, wearing several of them at a time to pretend
    that it was a diaper. Now that I wear diapers, I'm more relaxed and I
    don't have to try hiding this desire anymore."
    	"Okay, but I am sure that there are still some limits to the
    activities that you engage in. I would imagine that there are
    situations where you feel frustrated because you can't overcome the
    limits to which you are subjected. Give me an example of how you feel
    limited in expressing your desire to wear diapers."
    	"Well, if I could, I'd come to school without pants on and wear
    just my diapers, for one thing, but the dress code doesn't allow for
    that unfortunately. The fact that I have to wear pants makes me
    uncomfortable, so if anything, this might cause some of that
    subconscious tension that you are telling me that I might have. What do
    you think?"
    	"It's possible," Dr. Austin said. "Anything that stands in the
    way of allowing us to enjoy something pleasurable usually creates
    tension, especially things that arouse us sexually. Would you be more
    relaxed if you removed your pants right now?"
    	"I know I would," I said. With this, Dr. Austin said that I could
    take my pants off and just sit there in my diaper. While I was doing
    this he was writing some more notes. It felt strange to sit there
    before a school official in just my diaper, but it was more comfortable
    for me.
    	"Chris, how would you assess your self-esteem?" Dr. Austin asked
    me.
    	"I feel pretty good about myself," I said.
    	"Do you feel that your desire to wear diapers affects your self-
    esteem?" he asked me.
    	"In what ways?" I asked him. I wasn't really sure what he was
    getting at with this question.
    	"I mean, do you feel that your self-worth is greater because you,
    unlike most boys, enjoy wearing diapers so much? Or do you feel that
    you have nothing to lose since everybody knows you wear diapers and
    enjoy it so much, so you wear diapers to justify your perceptions of
    your social standing?"
    	"I think it's a little of both," I said after thinking about it.
    	"How do you think most other boys would feel if they had to wear
    diapers? I'm not talking about your friends who also wear diapers, but,
    I mean, for just anyone else?"
    	"They'd probably be ashamed by it," I said. "I mean, for anyone
    who's not used to it, they'd be ashamed by all the teasing and that
    they'd smell bad all the time."
    	"So can you explain why these things don't bother you? Why it
    doesn't bother you that everyone sees your diapers and that you may not
    smell pleasant to others?"
    	"Because it's what I want people to know me by," I said.
    	"Did you feel this way at first?" Dr. Austin asked me.
    	"Not at first," I said. "I didn't want to go to school in diapers
    because I knew everyone would make fun of me for it, but they found out
    and they teased me about it. I got used to it and found ways to accept
    it and enjoy it at school, so now it doesn't bother me. In fact, I
    enjoy getting other people's attention because I love to wear diapers."
    	"Do you feel that this activity is self-degrading, but that you
    accept it as part of your existence?" Dr. Austin asked me.
    	"Other people see it that way, and perhaps you do, but I find it
    to be quite gratifying," I said. Dr. Austin seemed to be impressed with
    my word choice.
    	"So how would you feel if you had your diapers taken away from
    you?" Dr. Austin asked me. When he saw my initial reaction to this
    question by my alarmed facial expression he said, "it's only a
    hypothetical question, and that isn't my intent."
    	"So what is your intent?" I asked him. "I thought we were going
    to discuss anger."
    	"That is what we are discussing, Chris. I am just trying to get a
    more accurate assessment of how you feel about yourself first because
    of the fact that you are so much into wearing diapers and that this
    seems to dominate much of your life. Since you acknowledge yourself
    that this is an usual activity of which many people would not approve
    and that they are likely to condemn or at least ridicule you for it,
    you must sense that there is a constant need to defend yourself for it
    and that this may cause you tension that could lead to an angry
    outburst."
    	"I do have to defend it since it's what I feel defines my
    existence," I said. "I feel that my diaper fetish is an integrated and
    inseparable part of me." Again, Dr. Austin was impressed by my word
    choices.
    	"So, getting back to my previous question, if you had your
    diapers taken away from you, how would you feel?"
    	"Well, since we are supposedly talking about anger, I'd be
    extremely, extremely, extremely pissed off," I said. "I can't imagine
    even being this angry. I would feel that a very big part of me was
    taken away. I'd do anything I could to get my diapers back. You want to
    talk about tension, boy, you'd sure see it if I couldn't wear diapers
    anymore. I don't think that I could exist without wearing diapers."
    	Dr. Austin did a considerable amount of writing on his pad before
    he continued his questions.
    	"So, do you feel that you are hopelessly enshrouded in anger by
    the fact that you have to defend your desires to wear diapers and that
    if you had your diapers taken away, you'd be even more angry?"
    	"I wouldn't say 'hopelessly enshrouded', I said. "Look, we all
    have strong feelings about certain things. My Dad has very strong
    political opinions and he has to defend himself against the people who
    oppose his views."
    	"I do realize that," Dr. Austin said. "But I doubt that your dad
    feels that his political opinions are what define his existence."
    	"Well, he is a stockbroker, and the decisions that people make in
    Washington D.C. affect the ways he has to do his job, so he's pretty
    passionate about those things," I said. "I mean, this is how he makes
    his living, as far as I know."
    	"As funny as it may sound, I don't think your dad gets any sexual
    feelings from how Congress votes on a bill or if they change the
    interest rates," Dr. Austin said. "I'm just trying to point out to you
    the difference between one's feelings about other matters and how one
    feels about himself, his existence, which is often defined primarily by
    his sexual feelings."
    	"I don't see where this is all going," I objected. "Am I just
    being psycho-analyzed or something? I mean, what's the point of all
    this, really?"
    	"Perhaps we did deviate off course a little by talking about your
    feelings for diapers. Clearly this is an inevitable discussion since it
    would likely come up under any topic we could discuss. I have a pretty
    good idea now of what motivates you to engage in your diaper interests
    so much and how this affects you emotionally when dealing with peers
    and school administrators."
    	"So, are you afraid that I'm going to beat the crap out of
    someone because they don't like me wearing diapers?" I asked bluntly.
    	"I'm not trying to suggest that this is what you would do
    necessarily, Chris, but in some cases I have dealt with students who
    have unconventional sexual feelings and that they develop behavioral
    problems because of it if they don't manage these feelings early on,
    problems such as aggression, depression, even suicide in extreme cases.
    I don't mean that what you like to do is in any way bad or something
    that you should stop doing, because for one thing I know that you can't
    unless you really want to and are willing to go through extensive and
    intense therapy. This is why I only describe your diaper fetish as
    unconventional, because it isn't something that most people enjoy
    doing, especially being so involved in it as you are. I'm also not
    saying that you'll become violent or want to kill yourself because you
    have these feelings. I just want to ensure that you can manage these
    feelings."
    	"Well, I do manage these feelings," I said. "Someone says, 'hey
    Chris, you stinky poopbutt!' I just drop my pants-- when I'm wearing
    them-- and diaper-moon them like this." With this I demonstrated to Dr.
    Austin the way I show off my diapered-butt to people who call attention
    to my diapers. "Then I might say something like, 'since you like
    looking at my diapered butt so much, why don't you come and smell it?'
    If I'm lucky I may have a good, juicy fart or a bowel movement ready
    for them."
    	"Does this reaction make you feel better?"
    	"Oh yeah, it does," I said. In fact, I was getting a hard-on just
    from having demonstrated it.
    	"How do these people react?"
    	"They just say I'm weird or sometimes they laugh since they know
    it's what I'm going to do. A lot of kids don't even talk to me anymore
    because they think I'm too weird for them."
    	"And this doesn't bother you?" Dr. Austin asked. "You don't mind
    being alienated by your classmates?"
    	"Not one bit," I said. "I don't care about them and I don't want
    anything to do with them, so why would I care if they want anything to
    do with me? If it did bother me, I probably would have gotten the shit
    kicked out of me a long time ago from getting into a fight."
    	"So, are you saying that exposing your diapers in such a blatant
    manner is a substitute for aggression?"
    	"It gives me a good, productive way to channel my energies, yes,"
    I said. "Isn't that an anger-management technique? Channeling one's
    energies into something more productive and satisfying than to resort
    to violence or swearing or whatever?"
    	"Yes, Chris, it is," Dr. Austin said.
    	"I do a lot of writing stories and drawing pictures of boys in
    diapers, too, although I think I suck at drawing," I said. "I do this
    to channel my diaper fetish energy and to share these things with
    others, among other things, which I'm sure you are probably aware of."
    (I wasn't going to tell him straight out that I jack off in my diapers
    a lot). "You see, not all my energy comes from anger. I just get very,
    very excited when I think about diapers."
    	"Well, Chris, our time is about up," Dr. Austin said as he looked
    at his watch. It had been about thirty minutes. He picked up a stack of
    papers on his desk and handed them to me.
    	"Before you return to class, I am going to give you some papers
    to fill out. I know you're probably inundated with homework as it is,
    but you should have plenty of time to fill these out since I won't
    expect them until Tuesday, that way we can go over them on your next
    session next Wednesday."
    	Dr. Austin briefly explained what the papers were for. One of
    them was an "Anger Assessment" sheet, which listed several situations
    and asked me to evaluate them on a scale of 1 to 5 how angry I get.
    Another one was a "Self-Esteem Assessment" sheet, which was a series of
    multiple choice and true/false questions, no right-or-wrong answers of
    course. The last one was a series of essay questions. Among them was a
    question, which asked me to describe what I would consider to be the
    ultimate utopia, that is, a world that was geared to suit my interests
    and desires the most. I pretty much already had this one done since I
    had written a story called "Diaper Utopia" in which I describe a place
    where all the boys wear diapers and only diapers, where girls are
    toilet trained upon learning how to walk. In my world, it isn't just
    accepted that all boys wear diapers, but that it is something that all
    the boys enjoy as well as the girls when it comes to their understood
    and accepted responsibility to change their diapers. Yeah, it's a weird
    story, but then, which stories of mine aren't?
    	Dr. Austin stuffed the papers into a manila envelope. He
    instructed me to not write my name on the front of it, citing the
    number that he had written on it as sufficient identification.
    Apparently he had other students to talk to about these types of
    things, so it made me wonder what other kinds of perverted shit the
    other kids were into if it wasn't wearing diapers.
    	By the time I got back to Mr. Reiner's math class I didn't have
    much time to talk to Tony about what had happened. Mr. Reiner gave me a
    quick overview of what had been discussed that day and then he gave me
    the assignment. After the bell rang I told Tony about my session with
    Dr. Austin while we walked to our lockers to drop off our stuff. I told
    him that I would show him the papers Dr. Austin gave me to fill out.
    	"Why are you going through all this?" Tony asked.
    	"I think it's because they're afraid that if I don't manage my
    feelings with wearing diapers I'm going to get violent or kill myself.
    What the hell, it's better than doing detention like I was originally
    going to get."
    	"Well, would you?" Tony asked me.
    	"What? Get violent, or kill myself?"
    	"I don't know, would you?" Tony asked again.
    	"If someone told me that I couldn't wear diapers anymore, you'd
    damn well bet your ass I'd get violent," I said. "I'd knock the shit
    out of anyone who told me that I couldn't wear diapers anymore. Either
    that or I'd either steal them or steal the money to buy them. Of course
    that'd never happen. I'd make sure I had diapers to wear no matter
    what, so I wouldn't want to kill myself. I really haven't thought about
    that, to tell you the truth. I'm damn happy to be a diaper boy!"
    	We got to the locker room and dressed down to our gym clothes.
    Since the weather had cleared up we were back outside again, and it was
    a cold fall day indeed. I was pleased to know that football was over
    with and that we'd play soccer until November or whenever it just got
    too cold for us to be outside. Considering that it had to have been in
    the forties at that time, I had to wonder what exactly was considered
    "too cold." I felt sorry for Bryce and Luke being in first period since
    it was probably in the low thirties at that time of the morning.
    	I suddenly had a new outlook on P.E. class. Mr. Lowry didn't blow
    his whistle every two minutes to point out that we were running around
    with our heads up our butts like Mr. Brown always did. Besides, I
    actually knew how to play soccer! Just kick the ball towards the goal,
    keep it within bounds, and no using hands. None of this first down,
    line of scrimmage, or all that other complicated shit that comes with
    playing football. Mr. Lowry divided us into teams and fortunately I had
    Tony and Jimmy on my team. Hugh was on the other team, though, and I
    knew he would be trouble.
    	Mr. Lowry blew his whistle and told us to begin. I got to kick
    the ball several times, though the opposing team eventually thwarted
    most of my kicks. Jimmy was our goalie and he managed to deflect
    several incoming balls from scoring for the other side.
    	At one point I kicked the ball towards Hugh, who then kicked it
    back towards me, sending the ball right towards my face. As I ducked,
    the ball deflected off of my head and went back towards Hugh. He kicked
    it again, this time towards my crotch. I knew he was doing it in hopes
    of hurting me. Fortunately my diaper protected me from the impact of
    the ball. I kicked it again, sending it past Hugh and then into the
    goal on the other side! Everyone cheered, though it was more in a
    mocking fashion. I knew Hugh was pissed that he missed a ball that I
    kicked towards him; it must have shattered his fragile jock ego.
    	We ended up winning 5 to 4 over the other team. As we ran back to
    the locker room Hugh came up behind me and tried to trip me.
    	"Hey, knock it off!" I told him.
    	"You think you're hot shit, don't you?" Hugh said as he tried
    again to trip me, but I jumped out of the way before he could do
    anything.
    	"Well, it's usually about 98 degrees when it comes out of my
    butt, though I've never actually taken the temperature of it," I said
    between breaths.
    	"What? Excuse me?" Hugh said.
    	"Oh, I forgot, two-digit numbers confuse you," I said. "In fact,
    anything that's higher than your I.Q., that's for sure."
    	"I ought to kick your ass for that," Hugh said.
    	"Better kick hard, I've got thick diapers on," I said. I knew it
    wasn't the first time I used that line on someone who threatened to
    kick my ass. Hugh mocked me by repeating it in a "duh" voice while
    exposing his front teeth and crossing his eyes.
    	"Listen, just because you have Mr. Lowry on your side doesn't
    mean you're safe!" Hugh said. "You'd better watch your butt, because
    I'll strike when you least expect it."
    	"What a fucking moron," Tony said to me as Hugh ran ahead of us.
    "Like threatening people and telling them to look out's a smart thing
    to do."
    	"He's just pissed because he doesn't have Russ and Brent or even
    Mr. Brown on his side anymore," I said. "He'll find new friends and get
    over it."
    	The rest of the day went as it usually did. Mr. Eastman's class
    was the usual snooze-fest that I had come to expect it to be, and had
    it not been for lunch coming after this class I would have more likely
    fallen asleep in it by now. After lunch, of course, was Ms. Watson's
    Life Science class, which was no picnic, either. Only the fact that
    Megan was in this class made me look forward to it in any way.
    	"Hello, Chris," Megan said as I walked in and took my seat next
    to her.
    	"Hi," I said.
    	"How was it with that Dr. Austin guy?" she asked me.
    	"It went all right," I told her. "He just asked me a bunch of
    questions."
    	I told Megan some of the things that I had told the boys at lunch
    about Dr. Austin trying to ensure that I wouldn't get violent or
    suicidal because I love diapers so much. The whole premise seemed
    absurd, but I was still willing to go along with it. Megan agreed that
    there was no rationale to Dr. Austin's evaluation of my behavior as
    possibly leading to destructive behavior. Ms. Waters then started class
    and had us do several exercises based on the book, so talking or
    exchanging of "onets", her word for coded notes using her method of
    reversing every second letter with the preceding letter. After class
    Megan told me to come with her to her locker. I asked her why and she
    said, "I have a surprise for you."
    	"Okay," I said, getting excited, wondering what this surprise
    would be. She told me to open my book bag so that she could transfer
    the surprise as quickly as possible. She grabbed a videotape from her
    locker and then immediately shoved it into my bag.
    	"What is it?"
    	"Watch it and you'll find out," Megan said. "Make sure you are
    alone when you watch it."
    	"Alone? You mean, like..."
    	"Alone," she reiterated plainly. "Just you, nobody else. Don't
    even tell anyone else that you have it."
    	"Okay, I won't," I said. "Thanks."
    	"See you tomorrow," Megan said as she trotted off to her seventh
    period class. I quickly ran back to my locker to drop off my unneeded
    books and then I headed to my art class. I had a good feeling what was
    on the video if Megan didn't want anyone else to see it. I knew I'd
    never get a chance to watch it at home unless I could wait for a time
    when everyone else was out of the house, so I hoped that I could get
    the boys at babysitting occupied long enough for me to watch at least
    part of it.
    	Today's exercise in art class was to draw a picture of ourselves
    performing some activity. In other words, he didn't just want us to
    draw ourselves as if we were posing for the shot. Naturally the
    announcement of this assignment spawned some jokes and other guffaws
    amongst the other students, mostly the boys. Mr. Williams was quick to
    stifle the unintentional double entendre by stating, "and keep it
    decent!" He also told us not to do much with drawing backgrounds or any
    other superfluous details.
    	Being that I didn't do too well at drawing people, I wasn't sure
    how well this assignment would go. We had been covering some people-
    drawing techniques regarding body proportions, proper placement of
    facial features, etc., but I really hadn't had a chance to try applying
    these techniques to my feeble attempts at diaper drawings.
    	I went ahead and started in on my drawing. I decided to draw a
    picture of me sitting on the floor with Cindy watching TV. I wasn't
    sure how well Mr. Williams would accept the fact that I would be
    wearing just diapers and a shirt in the drawing. If I were to draw
    myself wearing pants or shorts it wouldn't have been an accurate
    representation. I sketched out my body shape in a sitting position and
    then I worked on filling in the details. I had trouble getting the eyes
    to look right. Either they were set too high, too low, too close
    together, too far apart, or the pupils were too big. There was plenty
    of eraser residue on the paper along with the smell that excessive
    erasing usually produces. After six or seven attempts I got the eyes to
    look somewhat satisfactory. I looked younger than I actually was in my
    drawing, which I thought was still cool, if not actually better. Of
    course all I had on was a super thick set of diapers that spanned my
    crotch widely and bulged out by several inches. The diapers covered my
    whole stomach and had several pins in each side, a pretty accurate
    representation of what I looked like. Cindy, of course was in jeans and
    a blouse. I had her eyes shifted towards me as she looked like she was
    examining my diapers. I knew I was pushing the "decency" stipulation,
    but I couldn't bring myself to draw how I'd look if I were wearing
    (gasp!) pants at home! I showed it to Angela, who was impressed with
    it. She even said, "You look awfully cute sitting there in diapers next
    to your sister."
    	Since the project had only taken about half the class period, Mr.
    Williams told us to draw this same depiction, but from another angle. I
    was thinking, "YYYESSS! BUTT SHOT!!!" At least in this view I wouldn't
    have to bother with facial features. I didn't skimp on drawing my
    diapers so that they'd be super thick and come up high on my back.
    Cindy, of course, was drawn with tight jeans, complete with the pockets
    and the small tab that was among several trademark features of her
    Levis. I used the extra time to draw the TV itself, where I sketched in
    what I depicted as a home video of me in my diapers during one of my
    birthdays. I even wrote in the date and time stamp to suggest that it
    was a home video.
    	"Okay, time's up," Mr. Williams said. He came around the
    classroom and collected everyone's drawings. As I glanced around I
    could see that some of the boys drew themselves playing football or
    some other sports, while the girls drew things such as horseback
    riding, bicycle riding, or playing sports such as tennis or soccer.
    Angela's drawing showed her playing the piano.
    	"I was going to have Todd in the drawing standing next to me in
    his diapers, but I figured this wouldn't look quite right," she said.
    	Before too long I was back home from school once again. Cindy
    changed me into my cloth diapers. I was eager to leave right away since
    I wanted to get to the boys' house and watch that video of Megan so
    much!

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 177
    ----------------------------

    	After I arrived at Cody's and Jordan's house and got them into
    their cloth diapers I told them that I needed some quiet time out in
    the front room to catch up on my studies and asked them if they could
    just play in their room for awhile. I felt guilty about lying about my
    reason to need privacy, but the boys seemed to be okay with this. I was
    glad that they did agree to play by themselves for awhile, because I
    had a good feeling that what Megan had recorded to that video tape was
    material that these boys were too young to see.
    	Once I knew the boys were occupied I took the video out of my bag
    and stuck it into the VCR. I turned the sound down on the TV so that I
    could just hear it enough to understand what was being said. As the TV
    screen faced the hallway, I had to be especially careful about making
    sure the boys didn't come out of their room while I had the video
    going.
    	I pressed the PLAY button and then I sat down right in front of
    the TV. The video opened with a scene of Megan standing before her bed
    in her bedroom. In a seductive voice, she began to talk:
    	"Hi, Chris, I just wanted to thank you for those pictures you
    gave me showing you getting your diapers changed. You were a pretty
    messy little boy, weren't you? I wish I could have been there to help,
    if you know what I mean. Well, I told you that I'd give you something
    in return, so, sit back and relax, diaper boy, slip into something
    comfortable, although I think you're probably in those thick diapers of
    yours about now, and you seem to be pretty comfortable with those. I
    think I'm going to slip into something a little more comfortably
    myself, but it's going to take me a little while to get to that point.
    Now, before I go on, make sure that you're the only one watching this,
    'cuz I'm gonna be a nasty little girl, even if I'm not so little."
    	Megan bent over and (purposely) stuck her butt towards the camera
    while she started the tape on her stereo. It was some dance music; I
    had no idea who it was since I didn't listen to dance music. The music
    came through louder on the TV and the acoustics were poor, so I had to
    turn the sound down some more. At the beginning of the video Megan was
    wearing jogging pants and a sweatshirt. As the video progressed she
    danced along with the music and slowly stripped off her outer articles,
    revealing a tight T-shirt on top and a pair of high-cut shorts on the
    bottom. She then slowly removed these to reveal her skimpy
    undergarments, and then these, too, eventually came off to reveal her
    bare butt and boobs. I paused the video and then I looked behind me to
    make sure the boys were still in their room. I could hear them playing
    and minding their own business, so I resumed the video.
    	At this point Megan started doing things that only a girl her age
    would have known to do from watching the porno movies her brother had
    stashed in his room. It was quite erotic, to say the least. I was
    rubbing my diapers as hard as I could since my hard dick was so far
    down in my diapers. I was approaching orgasm and was ready to come when
    I suddenly heard the boys' coming out of their room.
    	"Oh shit!" I said as I suddenly got up. Out of habit I started
    frantically looking for the remote control before realizing that I
    should have just shut the TV off from its own control panel. By the
    time the boys were out in the room I had the TV off.
    	"Hi guys," I said sheepishly. I was short of breath.
    	"What are you doing?" Jordan asked me curiously.
    	"Oh, uh, well, I watching something on TV but decided I'd better
    turn it off and get going on my homework."
    	"There was a naked girl on the screen!" Cody said. Jordan then
    started giggling and said, "yeah, I saw her butt! It was a big butt,
    too!"
    	I was too late shutting the TV off, damn!
    	"What were you watching?" Cody asked me. I had to think quickly.
    	"Uhh, it was a video showing how girls don't have to wear
    diapers," I said. "That's why she wasn't wearing any clothes. She was
    showing her butt so you could see how clean she keeps it wiped," I
    wasn't sure if that was the best explanation or not, but it was out of
    my mouth now and I had to go with it. Hopefully it was convincing and
    plausible enough.
    	"Why would they make a video for that?" Jordan asked, giggling.
    	"Well, uhh, it was a, a documentary," I said.
    	"What's a dock-a-met-tree?" Cody asked, having trouble with the
    word. I wasn't really sure how to define the word, much less so that
    two six-year-old boys would understand it.
    	"Well, I don't think it's anything that you'd want to watch," I
    told the boys.
    	"But it has boys wearing diapers in it, right?" Cody said.
    	"Well, just a little," I said. "Mostly it's about girls, and you
    boys don't want anything to do with girls, right? I mean, girls are
    gross when you're six years old, huh?"
    	"Yeah, we don't like girls!" Jordan said. Hopefully I had the
    boys' minds diverted away from their curiosity about the video. For the
    most part I did, but they were still interested in seeing a video with
    boys wearing diapers in it.
    	"Do you have any dock-a-met-trees with boys in them?" Cody asked.
    	"You mean, a 'documentary' about boys who wear diapers?" I asked
    Cody to specify in his question.
    	"Yeah," he said. I had been meaning to show the boys some of my
    old home videos of me in my diapers, so I figured this would be a good
    time to do it. I told the boys that I had plenty of "documentaries" and
    would bring a couple of them with me tomorrow.
    	"So what did you guys come out for?" I asked the boys, hoping to
    change the subject once and for all. "It wasn't to go to the bathroom,
    was it?" I joked.
    	"No!" Cody said loudly and defensively. "I already went in my
    diapers!"
    	"Me, too!" Jordan said. "We don't go the bathroom because we wear
    diapers!"
    	"You didn't come to me for diaper changes already, did you?" I
    asked the boys.
    	"No, you just changed us, but we go poop and pee, but we're gonna
    be okay until mom comes home and we take our baths tonight," Jordan
    said.
    	"We want some milk and some cookies," Cody said. "Can we have
    some?" With this I led the boys into the kitchen and got out some
    cookies for them along with two glasses of milk. While the boys were
    enjoying their cookies and milk I took the tape out of the VCR and put
    it back into my book bag, hoping that I could watch the rest of it
    later. Since I told the boys I had to do homework I was pretty much
    bound to doing it lest I appear to them as a liar. I grabbed a couple
    books and took them to the table.
    	"What's that?" Jordan asked me as he looked at my math book.
    	"It's one of my schoolbooks," I told him. He looked briefly at
    the series of math problems I had to solve.
    	"Whoa, that looks real hard!" Jordan said.
    	"It won't seem so hard when you get to seventh grade, as long as
    you keep up on your math skills," I told him. After the boys finished
    up they went back to playing. While I sat there doing math problems all
    I could think about was Megan's strip-tease video. I wanted to watch
    the rest of it, but at this point I didn't dare try watching it again.
    I really wasn't sure when I'd get to watch the rest of it. I figured
    the only way I could do that was to borrow the video camera and watch
    it through the tiny black–and-white viewfinder using the camera's
    playback. I also prayed that the boys didn't tell their mom about the
    "dock-a-men-tree" they saw me watching. I wanted to tell the boys not
    to mention it to their mom, but this would have only made them more
    likely to do so anyway. After I finished my math homework I trudged
    through the reading assignment for Mr. Eastman's class. Sue came home
    at her usual time and I took off for home.
    	After dinner and finishing up one more homework subject I took
    the video camera with me into my room and watched the rest of Megan's
    video. It sucked having to watch it on such a tiny black-and-white
    screen. For sound I had to plug in my stereo headphones and listen to
    it through only one channel, as the camera was only monaural. Still, I
    enjoyed what I could see of it. While I was doing this Cindy came into
    my room. I was lying on my floor with my diapered butt sticking up for
    her to slap.
    	"What'cha doing?" Cindy asked me.
    	"I'm, uhh, looking for a video I can tape over," I said, just for
    cover.
    	"Why not just do it out in the front room?" Cindy suggested.
    	"Dad's watching the World Series," I said.
    	"It's the playoffs, Chris, the World Series doesn't start until
    the 16th; that's ten days from now."
    	"Whatever," I said. "I don't really like baseball or sports,
    period, for that matter."
    	"Dad's not really watching it, anyway; he's reading."
    	"Well, I just don't want to bother him," I said.
    	"You know, Chris, it's a real shame when a boy's sister knows
    more about baseball than he does!" Cindy said with a chuckle as she
    slapped my diapered butt once again.
    	"That is a shame, isn't it, tisk-freaking-tisk-tisk," I said
    sarcastically.
    	"But all you think about is diapers, so I really shouldn't be
    surprised," Cindy said with a smile.
    	"You're damn right about that," I said. Normally I didn't mind
    that Cindy was in my room (gee, like I need privacy as she sees me
    naked during diaper changes every day, not to mention just in diapers
    the rest of the time I was home) but since I didn't want her to see
    what was on the video I wasn't comfortable having her there next to me.
    	"So, did you need something?" I asked her. Cindy put her hand to
    my forehead.
    	"What are you doing?" I asked Cindy.
    	"Feeling if you're okay."
    	"I feel fine," I said.
    	"You feel kind of hot," she said.
    	"A little, maybe, but I'm feeling fine. Why do you think I'm
    not?"
    	"Don't you know that it's time for your DIAPER CHANGE?!"
    	"I looked at my watch. It was about 9:00."
    	"Holy crap," I said.
    	"I don't know about holy, but I'm sure your diapers have plenty
    of crap in them as it is," Cindy said. She massaged my butt, as if
    trying to squish around the poop deep inside of the many layers of
    thick white cloth.
    	"I didn't think it was so late," I said as I looked at my watch
    again. My mind wasn't thinking since Megan's butt-wagging and boob-
    jiggling video had me so preoccupied that I lost track of the time.
    While Cindy got my diapers ready I stopped the video. Cindy called me
    over to my changing table where she unpinned and removed my smelly
    diapers and cleaned up the mess. I was soon rediapered and ready to go
    back to what I was doing. I watched the last two minutes of the video
    before it cut off and led into a taping of "The Wonder Years" which had
    been the previous recording on the tape.
    	I took the tape out of the camera and put it away where nobody
    wound find it. I even popped the tab out so I wouldn't record over it
    by mistake. While I had the video camera I decided to play with it and
    make some new diaper videos of me jacking off in my diapers. While my
    sexual tension was heightened by the video of Megan in the nude, I
    often felt guilty if I thought about sex with her when I masturbated.
    Since diapers were so much more familiar to me I thought about myself
    and other boys wearing thick poop-filled diapers and brought myself to
    orgasm. At the age of 12, closer to 13, I thought how long this desire
    to jack off would last, not that I minded. How glad I was to learn that
    this desire never goes away. I even had enough horniness left over an
    hour and a half later when I went to bed, so I made sure to spend the
    rest of it before drifting off to sleep.
    	The next day I was glad to see that Jay had returned to school.
    He was on crutches and his leg was in a cast. His only pair of pants to
    his name had to be cut at the leg so that he could wear the cast. Since
    the crutches slowed him down it took him longer to get to the cafeteria
    to meet with us during the break. In fact, the only reason he came to
    meet us was just to let us know that he was back, but that he'd
    probably have to miss us at the breaks and just meet with us at lunch
    instead. We understood and told him we'd meet with him at lunch.
    	P.E. class went okay for the most part. Today Mr. Lowry wanted to
    get an assessment of our overall physical abilities and our stamina, so
    he had us perform a series of exercises for him one at a time. He
    mentioned that we'd be doing this tomorrow as well. I wasn't really
    sure how I did. I know that wearing a poopy diaper slowed me down, but
    Mr. Lowry hopefully took this into account. Tony was under the same
    circumstances. We had plenty of poop to spray off of our butts when we
    went into the showers, much to the disgust of the other kids who
    watched us bend over and spread our butt cheeks in order to get all the
    poop out from between them.
    	"Are you guys faggots?" one kid asked as he observed Tony and me
    holding our butt cheeks apart. I knew there was no point in saying that
    I wasn't, and besides, Tony was already convinced that he was gay, so I
    couldn't really speak for both of us by saying no. As for myself, I
    couldn't say that I was one hundred percent straight.
    	"Why do you ask?" I asked the curious boy whose hard-on seemed to
    indicate that he liked what he saw.
    	"Because I think you guys are," he said.
    	"Are you?" I asked him.
    	"No!" he said defensively.
    	"Then why's your dick hard?" I asked him right out in the open.
    	"Why are you looking at it?" he asked me.
    	"Why are *you* looking at us?" I asked him back. "Seems you're
    enjoying watching us clean the shit out of our butts."
    	"So you guys can go at it again, right?" he shot back.
    	"You look like you're ready to go yourself," I said, noting that
    he still had an erection. I had a feeling he was gay himself but was
    trying to deny it.
    	"Fuck it," he said as he left the shower.
    	"Sure, why not? I offered it to you!" I shouted just to be a
    smartass, but he didn't seem to hear me or care at that point. Tony and
    I finished up our showers and then went back to get diapered and
    dressed again.
    	After retaining consciousness through another one of Mr.
    Eastman's wonderfully exciting (not) classes I met with the boys for
    lunch. Jay had Jimmy helping him by getting in the lunch line and
    carrying Jay's lunch tray while Jay carried Jimmy's sack lunch. Since
    Jay received free lunches through the school's welfare program for
    impoverished students he really didn't have much of a choice. Jay then
    told us about how his stay at the hospital went.
    	"The food was all right, even better than the dog shit they serve
    here," he said. "Most of the nurses were pretty cool, too, all except
    that one who came into the room the night you were there and made you
    wear that gown over your diapers."
    	"Yeah, that sucked," I said. "At least I got back at her as we
    left. She came up to me when we left and asked me where the gown was,
    so I told her I left it in the room. She was going to call security and
    have them escort me out, but I just said we were leaving anyway and
    told her to eat my diapers! I embarrassed your poor sisters, though."
    	"Yeah, they told me all about it when they came to pick me up,"
    Jay said.
    	"I hope they're not upset at me," I said.
    	"Nahh, they know what you're like," Jay said. He then told us
    about a kid who took the bed next to him, which had been vacant at the
    time I was there to visit.
    	"Then this one kid came in to the bed next to mine. He jumped off
    a roof and broke his ankle, and I told him why I was there. He saw me
    wearing a diaper and said, 'you have to wear them, too?' I told him I
    did. He was upset about having to wear diapers because he's a
    bedwetter. I told him that I have to wear them because I have
    encopresis, and he goes 'what's that?' I told him it means you poop
    your pants all the time, so he was glad that he didn't have what I
    have. I also told him that there isn't any reason he should feel bad
    about wearing diapers. I told him about you guys and all the others in
    the club. He was surprised to learn that there was a club for boys who
    wear diapers."
    	"Did you tell him that he could join ours?" I interrupted.
    	"I told him, but he lives too far away from here and he'd never
    make it to the meetings."
    	"That sucks," I said. "Maybe he could start his own club,
    wherever he lives." I wanted to help this kid out somehow.
    	"I told him that once you get to know other boys who wear diapers
    you get to where you like to wear them. He told me that he likes how
    his diapers look and feel, but never admitted to anyone until he told
    me."
    	"Did he mention having any friends who wear diapers?" I asked
    Jay.
    	"He has a couple friends, but they don't know that he wears
    diapers and he avoids sleepovers because of that," Jay replied. "I know
    he would have mentioned anyone who does wear diapers, but he didn't."
    	"Speaking of diapers, how are your sisters diapering you? Are
    they having to put on your underpants for you?"
    	"The hospital gave us a supply of diapers, but it's only going to
    last for a couple days if that. Besides, they aren't all that good for
    holding in poop. My sisters look at me wearing them and they don't
    think they're thick enough, probably because they're used to seeing me
    in several dozen pairs of underwear with extra layers in the seats."
    	"So why not just wear a bunch of your underpants over the
    diaper?" I suggested.
    	"My sisters would have a hard time getting them on me since I'd
    have to be standing and I'd have to lift my foot up each time they
    pulled a pair of them up. Besides, my sisters really don't like having
    to handle my diaper changes, which is why they liked me being able to
    do it myself with my underpants. They don't really have a choice since
    my Mom's been gone a lot. She says she's having to work extra hours to
    make up for the time she's missed from work while taking me to the
    hospital and picking me up and stuff like that."
    	"Well, those diapers are going to run out soon and your sisters
    will have to come up with something. Maybe I could let you borrow some
    of my Thickies or something."
    	"Cloth or disposables?" Jay asked.
    	"It'd have to be cloth; the disposables would be too expensive
    and of course they'd run out. With the cloth diapers you'd need to keep
    washing them all the time if I let you borrow a couple of them, so I'd
    have to give you a supply that could last you a few days between
    washes."
    	"That's all right, Chris, thanks," Jay said. "I'm sure I can make
    do with what I've go; always have."
    	"I'm about to make 'doo' with these burritos, if you know what I
    mean," Tony said. I had to agree with him as the school's burritos were
    known to cause more flatulence, not to mention creating more of a
    challenge for the kids to hold back their bowel movements until they
    got home if they were the types who were afraid to use the crapper at
    school for number two.
    	"Okay, but I'll keep the offer open," I said to Jay, surprised
    that he didn't readily accept it. "I'd think you'd not want to pass on
    a chance to get to wear some of my Thickies diapers."
    	"I've worn Aaron's Thickies diapers when he comes over or when I
    go over to his house," Jay said. "They are pretty cool and I love how
    they look and feel."
    	"So why don't you borrow mine?" I offered.
    	"Because I'd need them for the next several weeks, and I know you
    really love your diapers and all, and, well, I don't want to take them
    away from you."
    	"I understand," I said. "But I can part with a couple of them,
    really, I can," I told Jay. My Mom bought six more Thickies for me.
    Remember that I get a big discount since I modeled for them.
    	"Oh yeah, when are your ads going to start showing up?" Luke
    asked me. "I've been watching for them, and Nathan and I have been
    keeping all the other Thickies ads from my Mom's magazines."
    	"According to the letter I got from CKM, they'll start appearing
    in December issues of most magazines and they'll run these for a few
    months," I said. "As soon as I see one I'll let you all know. There's
    something mentioned about everyone's ad appearance in the club
    newsletter, too."
    	For the rest of the lunch period we told Jay how much nicer Mr.
    Lowry was and how he'd have this to look forward to once his leg healed
    up and he could return to P.E. class again.
    	"How's study hall?" Bryce asked Jay.
    	"It's all right, but kind of boring. You just sit there and,
    well, study. And they make sure you're doing real school work, too, and
    not just goofing off or doodling or drawing."
    	"Sounds like detention to me," I said.
    	"It is kind of like it, except that it's for a different
    purpose," Jay said. "It's better than putting up with all those
    jerkwads in P.E."
    	"Well, they're not all there anymore, or some of them aren't
    jerkwads like they used to be. Remember that Russ changed his ways and
    doesn't bug us anymore, and of course Brent's in juvenile detention
    thanks to his little bomb stunt, Shane's been suspended from what I
    understand because of what he did to you, throwing that ball at you,
    but he'll be back soon. The only one that's left for now is Hugh."
    	After lunch was over I went to Ms. Watson's sixth period class. I
    knew it was going to be another dull day of note-taking and lecture.
    With Megan being there I wanted to let her know how much I enjoyed the
    video, but I didn't want to even mention it, so I waited until class
    got started and Ms. Watson fired up the overhead projector. Right away
    Megan and I started to exchange our "onets" with each other. Megan
    wrote the first one:

    IDD OYU AWCTH YM IVEDO?
    (Did you watch my video?)

    YSE, I IDD. I ERLAYL ILEKD TI. I OGT EVYR XEICETD. I IWHS I OCLUD AHEV
    EBNE HTREE IWHT OYU.
    (Yes, I did. I really liked it. I got very excited. I wish I could have
    been there with you.)

    HWTA OWLUD OYU AHEV ODEN FI OYU EWER HTREE?
    (What would you have done if you were there?)

    NOEC OYU EWER ANEKD I OWLUD AHEV UPT YM AHDR IDKC NI OYRU
    (Once you were naked I would have put my dick in your...)

    	At this time Ms. Watson stopped her lecturing and came directly
    over to Megan and me with a stern look on her face, so this wasn't
    looking too good. Busted! My heart was pounding now. I started to close
    the cover on my spiral notebook in which the sheet we had been passing
    back and forth was placed, but Ms. Watson told me to keep my hands off
    of my desk and not touch my papers or my books. She came over to look
    at what we had been doing.
    	"For starters, you're not even on the right page, and it seems
    that you aren't taking any notes!" she said loudly. She then picked up
    the paper with our "onets" written on it.
    	"Hmmm, interesting code you're using," she said. She quickly
    tried to decipher it (and succeeded), and she started out by saying the
    first few words. I thought, "no way, she couldn't have figured out our
    code already!"
    	"Did...you...hmmm-- oh, I see how this works--
    watch...my...video?" Ms. Watson said aloud. I was thinking, "No! Please
    don't read the whole thing aloud!" If she did, it just made me glad
    that I didn't get to finish the sentence that I was working on. At this
    point she tore it up and said, "nice try, kids. You might want to think
    about taking up Greek, but, I don't think that's going to be necessary
    since I am going to separate the two of you. Chris, I want you to
    exchange seats with Melanie." Ms. Watson pointed to Melanie who sat in
    the upper right corner of the room opposite of Megan and me. She then
    threw the torn paper into the trashcan next to her desk.
    	"You mean I have to sit where diaper boy's been sitting?" Melanie
    protested. "Eww! It probably stinks over there and he's probably had
    his diapers leak on him and onto his chair!"
    	"The janitorial staff cleans and disinfects the chairs
    regularly," Ms. Watson said, not that this was necessarily true.
    	"Chris' diapers don't leak," another girl said. "Have you seen
    how thick they are and how they make his butt stick out so much?"
    	The whole class then started laughing, especially as this girl
    got up from her chair and stuck her butt out towards the class, patting
    it and saying in a low-pitched voice (as if to imitate a boy's voice),
    "look everyone, I'm wearing a diaper!"
    	"Everyone, quiet. Now!" Ms. Watson demanded.
    	"Why do *I* have to switch places with Chris?" Melanie whined to
    Ms. Watson.
    	"Because your desk is the farthest one from where Chris and Megan
    are sitting," Ms. Watson explained. "Now get up and let Chris take his
    new place, and you take his old place."
    	"Why not switch Megan instead?" Melanie asked. Ms. Watson had
    about lost her patience.
    	"Fine! Melan, you switch seats with Meganie, I mean-- uggh!--
    Megan, you and Melanie switch places! Come on, we have a lot of
    material to cover, especially you two, Chris and Megan!"
    	"Bye, Chris, sorry," Megan whispered to me, giving me a sad-
    looking face as she got up from her chair and switched places.
    	"Don't worry about it," I said as she got up. In the meantime,
    Melanie came over to take the chair that was once occupied by Megan's
    nice butt (I thought back to the video I watched of her last night).
    	"Oh no!" Melanie exclaimed. "I just realize that now I have to
    sit *next* to diaper boy!"
    	"Well, somebody has to, deal with it!" Ms. Watson said.
    	"I can smell him already," Melanie said. "He stinks!"
    	"You know, you could have just switched the chairs around with
    Megan," the boy in front of her suggested. "They're not permanently
    fixed to the floor, you know."
    	"Damn, I never thought about that," Melanie said.
    	"Megan's chair's probably broken now anyway because she's so
    heavy," the next kid down said. I just glared at him, resenting his
    dislike for large girls.
    	"Hey, Ms. Watson?" Melanie asked. "I decided to have Chris and me
    switch after all, instead of Megan and me switch."
    	"Melanie, you're staying put and that's final!" Ms. Watson
    shouted. "Now, let's get back to what we should have been discussing
    all this time!"
    	"This sucks," I thought to myself as this class was going to be a
    real drag from now on. No longer would I get to admire Megan's pudgy
    freckled face and rosy cheeks, cute smile and her long red hair, not to
    mention her large breasts and her other "cheeks", namely her big butt
    every time she turned to her side to get something out of her book bag.
    	There was something about girls named Melanie that made them
    unappealing and unattractive to me. This was the second such Melanie I
    had dealt with recently, the first being Jennie's friend who doesn't
    like how my wearing diapers has influenced her little brother so that
    he wants to keep wearing diapers.
    	This Melanie was quite the dog, if you ask me. She was borderline
    anorexic, for starters, and I liked girls with some more pounds on
    them, like Megan. Melanie also had short brunette dyke-looking hair,
    too much jewelry (costume jewelry, of course) and makeup, and she just
    wasn't the least bit cute in my opinion. Hopefully she'd never drive
    any photographers to suicide by appearing before a camera. After she
    and I exchanged glances of disapproval towards each other I said,
    "Woof! Woof!" to myself. I resigned myself to having to take notes for
    the rest of the class period. I sat there with my arms folded and
    sulked until Ms. Watson told me I'd better start writing some notes.
    	After awhile my wrist was feeling cramped from having to write so
    hastily and getting caught up. Melanie looked at me massaging my wrist
    and said, "had you been paying attention you wouldn't be having that
    problem." Hopefully this bitch would screw up enough to get moved
    again.
    	"You wouldn't be sitting here next to me if weren't stupid enough
    to have just switched chairs with Megan, but it's too late for that
    now."
    	Melanie just glared at me and went back to writing her notes. I
    could feel lunch working inside of my body. I knew that those burritos
    were going to help me make a big fart, so I cut a loud and juicy one.
    The rest of the class laughed, but Melanie was not amused, especially
    when the fumes wafted over to her nose, which appeared rather flat on
    her face.
    	"Eww, gross, Chris!" she said as she feverishly tried to fan away
    my flatulence. I just looked at her with a satisfied grin. The class
    settled down and Ms. Watson resumed her lecture. Ten minutes later I
    could feel a bowel movement coming on. Having no bowel control anymore,
    I knew that it would come out right away feeling messy and runny, and
    it would shoot out of my butt with another juicy loud fart. It was
    every bit as good as I had hoped for. It came with a nasty odor and a
    noisy, wet fanfare.
    	"Euughh! Sick!" Melanie complained. "I don't want to sit next to
    you, Chris!"
    	"I had burritos for lunch; I can't help it," I said innocently.
    	"Well so did everybody else; that's no excuse!" Melanie shot
    back.
    	"Good thing I'm wearing diapers, huh?" I said back to her. She
    grimaced and stared at me like I was from another planet.
    	"Can I switch with somebody, anybody?" Melanie spoke up. "I don't
    care who, just so I don't have to sit next to stinky-butt!"
    	"Melanie, one more complaint out of you and you'll wind up in
    detention!" Ms. Watson warned. "Chris, do you need to be excused?"
    	"Yeah, I do," I said. As I got up I could feel the wet poop
    running down to the lower seat of my diaper and it was very wet against
    my buttocks. Ms. Watson wrote me up a hall pass. As I retraced my steps
    that I took going up to her I could smell the stink trail I left
    behind. I went to the nurse to get my diaper changed and then I
    returned to class just as it was about to end. After class was over I
    talked to Megan out in the hall.
    	"Sorry about what happened," I told her.
    	"Don't worry about it, Chris," Megan said. "I knew we'd get
    busted sooner or later. So, what were you going to write when I asked
    you what you'd do if you were there with me?"
    	"Well, uhh, I'd better not say it here," I said. "I'll give you a
    call when I get to the boys' house to babysit them."
    	"Sounds good, see you tomorrow," Megan said as she walked away.
    Seventh period came and went without much of anything eventful. By the
    time I got home I had already shit my diaper because of all the
    intestinal gas the burritos were giving me. I even farted while Cindy
    was cleaning me up.
    	"Let me guess, burritos, right?" she asked.
    	"How'd you know?" I asked her.
    	"I can tell," she said with a smile. She then cleaned me up and
    put my Thickies on me. Before I left I quickly grabbed a few of my home
    diaper videos like I had promised for Cody and Jordan and put them in
    my book bag before I left for their house.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 178
    ----------------------------

    	Soon after I got to Cody's and Jordan's house the two twin blonde
    diaper boys showed up. Right as they came in the door they asked me,
    "did you bring those dock-a-met-trees?"
    	"You mean, did I bring the diaper videos?" I said. "Yes, as a
    matter of fact, I'm getting one ready right now."
    	"Can we get diapered first?" Cody asked me.
    	"Of course," I replied. "You wouldn't want to watch these videos
    without having your thick diapers on first."
    	I had one of my videos from a couple summers ago during my Dad's
    and Cindy's birthdays cued up and ready to go as soon as I finished
    diapering the two little boys. The boys couldn't wait to see the video.
    I watched their two diapered bottoms bounce in tandem as they raced
    each other to the living room. They knocked one of Sue's plants over in
    the process.
    	"Now guys, you need to watch where you're running," I said. It
    was the first time I ever had to say anything like this to the boys. I
    felt more like I was being a *real* babysitter than a diaper boy
    mentor, which is how I wanted the boys to look up to me.
    	"We're sorry, Chris," Jordan apologized, being that he was the
    one who ran into the potted plant. He felt bad about knocking it over
    and spilling dirt on the carpet. If I were more like a babysitter, I
    would have made the boys clean up the mess themselves, but I didn't
    have the heart to do this just as we were about to have some fun.
    	"It was an accident," I said. "I know you boys didn't mean to do
    it. Nobody got hurt and nothing's broken, I just need to clean it up so
    your mom doesn't see it."
    	I needed to vacuum up the dirt, so I looked in the closet hoping
    to find the vacuum cleaner. There was a vacuum in there, but also a
    Dust-Buster, so I decided to use it instead. After I cleaned up the
    spill I decided that I'd help the boys feel better. I revved up the
    hand vacuum a couple times and went chasing after the boys. As I went
    after Cody I pressed the end of the vacuum to his butt. The suction was
    pulling on his plastic pants. He laughed as he stopped and turned
    around, where he could see the vacuum grabbing at his plastic pants. I
    then stuck it down inside his plastic pants.
    	"Gotta vacuum up your poop odors," I said. Cody continued to
    giggle. I then took the vacuum and ran it up his back and then over his
    hair. Next I went to Jordan and did the same things to him. I then
    asked the boys to do the same thing to me. Amazing how much fun we were
    having all because the boys knocked the plant over.
    	"Hey guys, ever wonder what would happen if you stuck this thing
    up your butt and it sucked out all your poop?" I asked the boys,
    demonstrating the scenario as I held the vacuum up to my butt. The boys
    thought this was funny.
    	"Would you rather have that, or wear diapers?"
    	"Wear diapers!" the two boys said in unison.
    	"Same here," I said. I put the vacuum away and then told the boys
    that they could watch the video.
    	"We want some milk and cookies," Jordan asked. The video was
    still waiting to be viewed as I led the boys into the kitchen. When
    they were finished they went back out into the front room, ready to
    watch the video. Just as I was about to press play the doorbell rang.
    Of course all I had on were my diapers. The two boys ran to their
    bedroom. I looked out the window and saw two girls standing there
    holding a box of some sort. They looked like they were selling
    something. I figured the girls would get a kick out of seeing me in my
    diapers, and I couldn't pass up this latest opportunity to show off my
    diapers to girls. With this in mind I strode up to the door and opened
    it without any hesitation. The girls were taken aback and their eyes
    bulged widely when they saw me appear before them in just diapers.
    	"Hello," I greeted the girls.
    	"Uhh, hi," one of them said as both girls had directed their eyes
    below eye level, though not by much as my diapers weren't all that far
    down from my face. The second one looked like she was suppressing her
    giggles. The girls looked to be about high school age.
    	"We're raising money for the Boise High School Marching Band and
    we'd like to know if you'd be interested in buying some chocolate bars
    that we're selling."
    	"Well, I'd buy some, really, I would," I said. "But there's just
    one problem."
    	"What's that?" she asked.
    	"I left my money in my pants," I said, drawing attention to the
    fact that I didn't have them on, as if this weren't already obvious
    enough.
    	"And uhh, you can't get your, your pants right now?" she asked
    me. I just loved hearing a girl say this for some reason.
    	"No," I said. "I left them at home."
    	"You don't live here?" the second girl asked.
    	"No, I'm just a babysitter," I replied.
    	"And you came over like that, without your pants?" she asked in
    disbelief. I figured, why explain to the girls that I wore my
    sweatpants over. I was having fun with these two girls.
    	"Yep, I sure did," I said. "This is how I'm always dressed while
    I'm over here."
    	The two girls looked at each other strangely. Then the first girl
    asked me, "You said you're a babysitter?"
    	"Yeah, I look after some twin six-year-old boys. I know, there
    aren't a lot of boy babysitters, huh?" I said.
    	"I don't know about that, but there sure aren't very many boys
    your age who wear diapers!"
    	"Yeah there is," I said. "I know of over a dozen boys around my
    age who wear diapers."
    	"Sounds like you need a babysitter yourself if you're still
    wearing diapers!" the second girl said.
    	"Are you girls available?" I asked them. The second one started
    giggling again.
    	"Are we available?" the first one asked. "Available for what?"
    	"Babysitting," I said.
    	"Babysitting? You mean, you?"
    	"Yeah," I said. "You said I needed a babysitter, right?"
    	"Come on, Jill, he's not going to buy anything," the first girl
    said. The two girls were about to leave when I stopped them and asked
    them, "Well, aren't you going to ask?"
    	"Ask what?" the first girl said.
    	"Ask me why I wear diapers. Everybody asks me that."
    	"I really don't want to know why you wear diapers," she said.
    "Quite frankly, I don't care."
    	"Do you have any brothers?" I asked her.
    	"No, why?"
    	"If you did, then you'd probably care, if he was like a lot of
    boys who don't like to be toilet trained."
    	"I have a brother, but he's in college," the second girl said.
    	"Did he poop his pants a lot when he was growing up?"
    	"Not that I know of," she said, sounding annoyed.
    	"Jill, let's get out of here. This kid's really freaking me out
    big time!"
    	Just before they left I turned around and patted my diapered butt
    and said, "You sure you girls don't want to clean up my poopy butt?"
    	"You're right, he is a freak," the second girl said, no longer
    giggling now. The girls then turned around.
    	"See you, girls!" I said as they immediately went away and walked
    down to the next house. I just loved to mess with people like that. I
    wish I could be there to hear them talk about me to their classmates
    tomorrow. I told the boys they could come back out now and watch the
    video.
    	"Who was that?"
    	"Just some girls selling chocolate bars," I said.
    	"Did you buy any chocolate bars from them?" Cody asked me.
    	"No, sorry, didn't have any money for them," I said. "They got
    weirded out from me telling them about my diapers, so they left."
    	"Aww man, I wish you would have got some!" Jordan said.
    	"Hey, maybe we can give you some money from our piggy banks and
    you can go catch her and go buy some chocolate bars!" Jordan said.
    	"How much money do you guys have?" I asked them.
    	"I dunno," Cody said. He then ran and got his piggy bank, which
    was actually a Barney the Dinosaur bank, ugh. He was shaking it. It
    didn't sound like it had very much in it. He opened it and poured out
    the contents on the coffee table; most of it was pennies.
    	"Do you think that's enough?" Cody asked.
    	"Probably not," I said. "When Lisa was selling them for her choir
    last year they were a dollar apiece."
    	"Aww, we want some candy!" Jordan said. "My mom keeps the money
    she finds in the wash by the washing machine!"
    	I figured the boys weren't going to let up. I couldn't let them
    down. Jordan led me out to the washing machine and showed me the jar
    his mom kept money in.
    	"Are you boys sure about this?" I asked them.
    	"Yeah, we want you to get candy bars for us!"
    	"They're pretty big, so I might just get one and have you guys
    split it."
    	"Okay," Cody sighed. With this I reached up to the shelf and
    grabbed the jar. It, too, was mostly pennies, but I scraped together
    enough nickels, dimes and a quarter to make a dollar from it. Actually,
    there were more quarters, but I didn't want to use them all since it
    wasn't even my money. I figured I'd tell Sue about the money I took and
    would promise to pay her back tomorrow.
    	"Now I have to see if those girls are still around," I told the
    boys as I went out the front door wearing just diapers and a shirt. It
    was rather chilly that afternoon. I looked one direction and then the
    other. I saw the two girls working opposite sides of the street. I ran
    towards one of them, who was about a block away.
    	"Hey!" I shouted as I tried to run in my diapers as they
    encumbered my movement.
    	"Go away, you creep!" the girl shouted.
    	"I want to buy a chocolate bar from you!" I shouted.
    	"You don't have any money, forget it!" she said as she continued
    to walk away from me.
    	"Now I do!" I said as I caught up to her, shaking the money in my
    two hands, which were pressed together.
    	"How much are they?" I asked her.
    	"A dollar," she said as she approached me, but tried to keep a
    little extra distance. With all the change in one hand, I started
    counting it out. The scenario reminded me of a scene out of the first
    Lethal Weapon movie where a drug deal went awry, but that wasn't what I
    was doing, of course.
    	"Let's see, twenty-five, thirty-five, forty-five, fifty-five,
    sixty, sixty-five, seventy, sev--"
    	"Just give it to me!" the girl said impatiently. "If it's off,
    I'll cover the difference!"
    	As I handed the remaining pile of change to her, mostly pennies,
    I let out a juicy fart along with some wet, runny poop into my diapers.
    The girl looked at me disgustedly as she became aware of me actually
    using the diapers I was wearing for their intended purpose. She then
    hastily tossed the money into a little box she was carrying in the
    carton of chocolate bars. She reached for one of the bars and handed it
    to me.
    	"Here!" she said before she quickly turned around and went on her
    way.
    	"Thanks!" I said. "Good luck with your fundraiser!"
    	As I made my way back to the boys' house I saw Elaine and her
    daughter Miranda out in the front yard raking leaves.
    	"Hi, Chris," Elaine said to me.
    	"Hi," I said back to her.
    	"Aren't you a little cold coming out here in just your diapers
    like that?" she said to me.
    	"Yeah, it is a little chilly, I guess," I said. "But the boys
    wanted me to buy a candy bar for them from those girls."
    	"I must say you really went out of your way to get it," Elaine
    said. "I bought five of them myself."
    	Miranda was sitting in a pile of leaves enjoying one of the
    chocolate bars her mother bought. She was looking at me standing there
    in my diapers. She then got up and ran up to her mother.
    	"Can I go with Chris and play?" she asked, grabbing onto her
    mother's leg.
    	"Do you mind if Miranda comes over?" Elaine asked me. I told her
    that was fine if Miranda could join me. I just hoped the boys
    themselves didn't mind. With this, Miranda joined me as I went back to
    the boys' house.
    	"I'll be by in about an hour and I'll have dinner ready by then,"
    Elaine said to her daughter as we left.
    	"You're back!" Cody said. He and Jordan weren't expecting Miranda
    to return with me.
    	"I hope you don't mind if Miranda's here," I said.
    	"Nah, I guess she can stay," Jordan said. "But she can't wear
    diapers because she's a girl!"
    	"That's right!" I said to Jordan.
    	"I don't wear diapers anyway!" Miranda proudly stated.
    	"Is she gonna watch the video with us?" Cody asked.
    	"If she wants to," I said. "As soon as I get it going!"
    	"Did you get our chocolate bar?" Jordan asked me.
    	"Got it right here," I said as I pulled the chocolate bar out
    from between my plastic pants and my diapers. Having no pockets, it was
    the best I could do. I didn't want the warmth from my hands to melt it,
    even as chilly as it was outside. Miranda giggled when she saw where I
    had put the candy bar.
    	"I got one, too!" she said as she was finishing eating the one
    she had. I unwrapped the chocolate bar and broke it in two, handing a
    piece to each of the two boys.
    	"Now let's watch the video!" Cody said.
    	"Okay, at long last, we're gonna see the video!" I said.
    	"What are we gonna watch?" Miranda asked.
    	"A video of me when I was ten years old," I said. I started the
    video and it opened with Cindy holding a hand-lettered sign that read
    CINDY'S 13TH BIRTHDAY AND DAD'S XXTH BIRTHDAY, JULY 7, 1991. (Dad made
    Cindy cross out his age). As always, we held the celebration of their
    birthdays after the Fourth of July at an outdoor venue away from home.
    That year we went to a place called Lucky Peak just outside of Boise.
    My pants and my shorts were left at home as I roamed around the park in
    just my diapers. The boys laughed, as did Miranda, as they all saw what
    I looked like just two years ago. I was a little bit smaller, which
    made my diapers proportionally larger on me. My voice was also a little
    higher in pitch then. Lisa had gained some weight since then, though
    even two years ago she was big. The video went for several minutes with
    Lisa having taken plenty of shots of me in my diapers. She also got
    shots of the people nearby who were all staring at me, including some
    candid close-ups of mouths agape and girls giggling and pointing. Cindy
    got a shot of Lisa changing my diapers out on the grass, careful not to
    get my erect penis in the view, though at times this could not be
    avoided. The boys giggled at seeing my erect penis and my poopy butt,
    as did Miranda, who rarely got to see a naked boy, as she had no
    brothers of her own. The video may have seemed like it was all on me
    and not the birthday, but this was because I had edited my own copy
    containing only the scenes of me in my diapers.
    	After about twenty minutes Miranda asked me to pause the video.
    	"What for?" I asked.
    	"I hafta go to the bathroom!" she said.
    	"Oh yeah, heh heh, bathroom, that's right-- bathroom, toilet-- we
    have a girl here," I said. In a mock sheepish voice, I said, "Gee, uhh,
    us diaper boys, you know, we uhh, we're just not used to, you know,
    uhh, having to pause a video, like, for, you know, uhh, things like,
    like going to the 'bathroom' (I made finger quotes), heh heh! Yeah, us
    silly diaper boys, huh, guys?"
    	"Where is the bathroom?" Miranda asked after she giggled at what
    I just said.
    	"First door on the left!" Jordan said.
    	"But we only go in there to brush our teeth and take baths!" Cody
    quickly said. "That's why we know where the bathroom is!"
    	"Yeah, we never use the toilet!" Cody added.
    	Miranda just laughed as she got up and carried out her
    responsibilities as a toilet trained girl and went into the bathroom. I
    continued running the video for the boys. They seemed to be enjoying it
    as much as they'd enjoy any ol' Disney video that I could have popped
    in the VCR. A couple minutes later I heard the toilet flush, which to
    me was a rare sound in this house since I was hardly ever here when Sue
    was here to use it. Miranda came out of the bathroom and joined us in
    watching the video. She then joined the boys in their room and played
    with them for a few minutes. I went in there with them. Both boys
    farted and pooped into their diapers at almost the same time, doing
    this while Miranda was sitting across from them. She looked at their
    diapered crotches to acknowledge that she knew what the boys had done.
    Later on Elaine showed up to get Miranda and take her back home for her
    dinner.
    	About a half hour later Sue came home. I told her about buying
    the boys a chocolate bar with the money I took from the jar. I thought
    that Sue might be upset, but she was glad that I told her and she
    appreciated my honesty.
    	"I'll pay you back tomorrow," I added.
    	"Don't worry about it, Chris," she said. "I probably would have
    bought some anyway."
    	Before I left I asked Sue if I could take the boys with me over
    to Jay's house. She had to think about it since we'd have to cross a
    busy street. She then said it was okay, but just to make sure that the
    boys stayed with me and walked on the side away from the street. I said
    goodbye to the boys and told them I'd see them tomorrow.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 179
    ----------------------------

    	Friday was here once again and I couldn't wait for the weekend,
    especially as we'd be having the big diaper club meeting on Saturday.
    First, though, I had to go through my seven daily classes. The day was
    pretty uneventful. At the break we all met with one another and
    discussed plans for tomorrow's meeting.
    	"Okay, is everyone going to be at the meeting tomorrow?" I asked
    the group. Tony, of course, was going to be there. He added that he'd
    be bringing Richard, the boy he's been babysitting. Jimmy expressed
    plans to attend along with his friends Andy and Troy. Bryce said he
    would be present, as would Luke, who also indicated that Nathan would
    come. Nathan even said he'd bring a friend from his school who wears
    diapers; his name was Mark Stillwell. When Nathan mentioned this name I
    about did a spit-take with my orange juice. Everyone looked at me,
    wondering why I reacted this way.
    	"Mark who?" I asked as I wiped the nearly-projectile orange juice
    from my chin.
    	"Mark Stillwell," Luke repeated.
    	"Oh my God," I said. "I wonder if he's the same Mark Stillwell we
    knew from third grade," I asked Tony.
    	"He was a first-grader, remember?"
    	"Yeah, I meant when we were in third grade," I said. "He didn't
    talk much."
    	"Mark's really shy," Luke said. "I'll have to tell you during
    lunch how Nathan met Mark."
    	"Does he have black hair?" I asked Luke.
    	"Yeah, he does."
    	"It's gotta be him," Tony said.
    	"Wait a minute," I said as I did some quick math in my head. "It
    may just be a coincidence; it may not be the same Mark."
    	"How do you figure?" Tony asked me.
    	"Because if he was two grades behind us then, then he should be a
    fifth grader now, and Nathan's in the fourth grade."
    	"So, he doesn't have to be in the same grade as Nathan, or maybe
    he was held back a year."
    	"Do you know, or...?" I asked Luke.
    	"I really don't know," he shrugged. "Nathan hasn't told me much
    about him. All I know is that he's really shy. He may want to leave his
    pants on during the meeting."
    	Tony and I looked at each other, mutually disapproving of
    allowing something so inconducive to a diaper boy club meeting. From
    what I remembered of Mark, I had to take his shyness into
    consideration.
    	"What do you think?" I asked Tony.
    	"Well, I think Richard's going to be shy, too, so maybe we'll
    need to make some exceptions this time, and hopefully Richard and Mark
    will be more at ease after seeing the rest of us in diapers."
    	I agreed that we'd let some of the newcomers stay in their pants
    if they chose to do so. After all, they would only be guests and not
    yet recognized as official members.
    	After we returned to classes I started to write a list of all the
    boys, members and guests, who would be present. I didn't get much time
    to do this, though, since Mr. Reiner had us working on math exercises
    for the entire class. I figured Mr. Eastman's class would be a good
    time to write up an updated roster.
    	I was hoping that Mr. Lowry wouldn't have us run the mile every
    Friday like Mr. Brown did, but unfortunately he did. Even though Tony
    and I came in dead last, at least Mr. Lowry didn't berate us in front
    of the class, nor did he cite the extra weight in our wet and poopy
    diapers as the reason we finished last.
    	As soon as I got seated and settled in Mr. Eastman's class I
    wrote down the names of everyone who was expected to be at the meeting
    tomorrow. The list was getting to be quite long, with eighteen names,
    ten members and eight guests:

    MEMBERS		GUESTS

    Chris			Cody
    Tony			Jordan
    Bryce			Richard
    Luke			Mark
    Derek			Eric
    Nathan		Jimmy
    Aaron			Andy
    Jason			Troy
    Peter
    Jay (?)

    	I put a question mark by Jay's name since I wasn't sure if he
    would want to come to the meeting with his leg in a cast. I hoped that
    he would want to come in spite of his broken leg. Aaron's friends Jason
    and Peter had officially become members and they were to be initiated.
    The club was getting so big that I was beginning to think about either
    having split meetings or having someone else assume the role of a
    Director and form a club of his own. I figured Aaron would be a good
    choice if it ever came to this.
    	During the dull class that Mr. Eastman was good at conducting I
    wrote out several other notes on what I wanted to do at tomorrow's
    meeting. I drew a map of the area and plotted where everyone lived so
    that I could determine who should belong to whose club should a split
    be decided. We had quite an agenda to cover tomorrow, and this was more
    important to me than whatever the hell it was that Mr. Eastman was
    talking about at the moment. I actually got through an entire fifth
    period class without getting busted by Mr. Eastman.
    	When we met for lunch we talked about tomorrow's meeting. I asked
    Jay if he was planning to join us.
    	"I really don't know," he said. "I can hardly get around as it is
    on these damn crutches."
    	"You won't have to walk around much at the meeting," I told him.
    "And besides, you'll still have lots of fun being around the other
    boys."
    	"That's true," he said. "Better than sitting around at home all
    day."
    	"How is your diaper supply doing?" I asked Jay.
    	"I'm wearing my last one right now," he said.
    	"Already?" Tony asked.
    	"Yeah, I got the shits again," he said.
    	"You think you're gonna make it?" I asked him.
    	"I don't think I will," he said, sounding disappointed.
    	"You can use one of my Thickies," I offered.
    	"Thanks, because I think I'm gonna need it pretty soon," Jay said
    as he began eating his lunch. A couple minutes later I heard him-- and
    smelled him-- unload into his diaper.
    	"I'm not used to this," Jay sighed, sounding helpless as he
    looked down at his crotch, probably to make sure there were no leaks.
    	"Well, nobody's used to hobbling around on crutches with a cast
    on his leg," Luke said.
    	"What I meant was, I'm not used to having to deal with diaper
    changes outside of the locker room. Before I broke my leg and had P.E.
    that was the time of day when I'd usually change my underwear-- my
    diapers-- whatever. Besides, these diapers suck."
    	"What did you do last year, I mean, before we were in junior
    high?" Bryce asked Jay.
    	"I'd just go around in poopy underwear all day since there were
    no showers at my old grade school and the nurse wouldn't change me."
    	"Did the teacher know about it?" Bryce asked.
    	"Everybody knew about it," Jay said. "I always stunk and everyone
    stayed away from me. They knew about all the underwear I always had on.
    The teacher just put me in a corner of the room and she really didn't
    seem to care."
    	After we finished lunch I went to my locker and got a Thickies
    diaper for Jay, who then took it with him to the nurse's office. A few
    minutes later he came out of there carrying beneath his arm a stack of
    his briefs folded up. They were clean, but at first I thought maybe Jay
    had been using them. There weren't nearly as many pairs as he usually
    wore.
    	"What are you doing with those?" I asked Jay. "I mean, why do you
    have them with you? I thought you were wearing a regular diaper."
    	"I was, but I had to wear some extra underpants over those cheap
    diapers from the hospital so that my pants would still fit," he
    explained. "My pants are so big that I have to wear thick diapers or a
    lot of underwear underneath them. Now that I have one of your Thickies
    diapers on, my pants fit just fine-- if anything, they're a little
    tight."
    	As I looked at Jay's butt I could see the Thickies diaper bulging
    through his pants and I could see that it came up high above the waist
    of his pants, too. I offered to take Jay's underwear for him so that he
    didn't have to carry them himself.
    	"Thanks," he said. "And thanks for loaning me one of your
    diapers."
    	"Loan? Did you say loan?" I asked him. "Uhh, I don't really want
    that diaper back when you're done with it!" This helped Jay to feel a
    little better as he smiled.
    	"So, what do you want me to do with these?" I asked Jay.
    	"Let's go to my locker and put them away," he said. As we turned
    down the corridor where his locker was located we were stopped by one
    of the teachers on duty. I had no idea who he was.
    	"What are you boys doing?" he asked us sternly, his eyes
    connecting with mine.
    	"Uhh, putting something away," I said. "What the hell's it look
    like I'm doing?!" Okay, I didn't actually say that last part, except in
    my mind.
    	"You do know that there's no roaming in the halls during lunch,"
    the man said. He looked at me strangely as I was holding a stack of
    about a dozen pairs of dingy underwear.
    	"We're not roaming in the halls," Tony countered.
    	"You are to either stay in the cafeteria, the gymnasium, the
    library, or go outside during lunch," he said.
    	"Can't we just put something away?" I asked him. "It'll be really
    quick."
    	"You boys can wait ten minutes; that's when the five-minute bell
    rings," he said firmly. Clearly, this guy was not about to make an
    exception, so he escorted us out the door to the south side of the
    building.
    	"What a dick!" Luke said.
    	"They're all dicks here," Tony complained. "Most of them anyway."
    	Normally we would have all walked around to kill the last ten
    minutes before the warning bell, but since Jay wasn't as mobile as the
    rest of us we just stayed close to the door and waited for the bell to
    ring instead. In the meantime we were confronted by our nemeses Chuck
    and Steve.
    	"Hey guys, how's it going?" Chuck started off.
    	"Fine, until you showed up," I said.
    	"Aww gee, sorry to have ruined your day, diaper babies!" he said.
    He then went over to Jay and said in a babyish voice, "Aww, didums faw
    down and go boom?"
    	"It was an acci-- HEY!" Jay said as Chuck took his foot and tried
    to kick Jay's crutch away from him so that he would lose his balance.
    Jay re-anchored his crutch after momentarily losing his footing. Bryce
    grabbed onto Jay to keep him from falling over. Chuck and Steve were
    laughing.
    	"That's NOT funny, guys!" I said angrily to these two miscreants.
    	"Yeah, knock it off!" Tony added. These troublemakers didn't care
    as they mocked us and continued laughing. They tried to kick Jay's
    crutches again, but Bryce and Luke stood in their way to protect Jay.
    	"Leave him alone!" Luke said, only for Chuck and Steve to mock
    him. Chuck then looked at the pile of Jay's underpants that I was
    holding.
    	"Ooh, what's this?" he said. "Have you stopped wearing diapers
    and decided to grow up and stop shitting in your pants like the rest of
    us?"
    	Before I could think of a good answer Chuck reached for one of
    the pairs. Steve pushed Bryce out of the way and reached for a pair
    himself.
    	"Hey, give those back!" I said.
    	"What do *you* want them for, diaper baby?" Steve said.
    	"They're not mine," I said.
    	"Gee, I figured that, since you wear DIAPERS!" Steve said.
    	"What you faggot queers been doing, raiding the locker room for
    other guys' underwear?" Chuck said. "That's sick!"
    	"They're Jay's, all right?!" I stated angrily.
    	"Should have figured that, too," Steve said. "I mean, who wears
    plain white briefs these days? Shit, I haven't worn them since the
    third grade! Like, get some boxers, dude. Chicks dig boxers. Oh wait,
    you're a queer, that's right, never mind then."
    	"I can't wear boxers anyway," Jay said sheepishly.
    	"Oh, yeah, I guess boxers wouldn't work very good for SHITTING
    in, now would they?" Steve said. "That's why you baby queer diaper
    shitty-butt-buddy ass-fucking FAGGOTS like to wear plain white undies
    like these! They look like diapers, which is why I don't wear them! Us
    cool, straight guys don't wear any of this grade-schooler shit!"
    	"Hey Steve, look at this!" Chuck said as he pointed out the extra
    panels sewn into the seat of Jay's briefs. "His mommy must have done
    this so that he can go poo-poo in them wike a wittle kid!"
    	"You know, for saying that you guys are straight, you sure seem
    to be taking quite an interest in Jay's underwear," I said.
    	"Are you saying that we're queers?" Steve said as he approached
    me, pressing his fist up towards my nose. I wasn't in the mood to
    fight, so I weakly said, "no, I didn't say that."
    	"It sounded like you did," Steve said as he then pushed me up
    against the wall.
    	"Hey, Steve, look, I'm Jay!" Chuck said, momentarily distracting
    Steve's attention. Chuck put on the pair of underwear that he had
    swiped from me, wearing it over his pants. He then reached for the
    ground and grabbed some mud and dropped it into the seat. He smeared it
    around, though with the four layers of fabric in the seat he wasn't
    able to achieve the "pooped-in" look that he was trying for. All I
    could see was a thicker panel of white fabric.
    	"On no! Look! I pooped in my underwear! I should wear some more
    so that they'll be like a diaper!" Chuck said.
    	Steve then came over to me and grabbed the rest of the stack of
    underpants. The boys then started putting the underwear on over their
    pants one pair at a time and dropping mud into it just to mock Jay and
    the rest of us who wear diapers of some sort.
    	"Doesn't it bother you guys to know that Jay's underwear has been
    pooped in about a hundred times or so?" I said, hoping that this would
    get them to leave us alone.
    	"Let's go," Tony said. "Let them keep Jay's underwear since
    they're having so much fun with it."
    	"I need to get my underwear back," Jay said.
    	"You've got what-- hundreds of pairs at home?" I said.
    	"Yeah, but I don't want to let those jerkoffs take it!"
    	At this moment the boys came running up to us after having taken
    Jay's underwear off. They tossed it in our faces and said, "here, you
    can have these back!"
    	Steve decided to take another shot at Jay's crutch. This time Jay
    lost his balance, but fortunately Bryce was there to hold onto him
    before he fell.
    	"Dammit!" Jay cursed. "Dammit those fuckers!" He then started
    crying. "I hate them!"
    	"We all hate them," I said. "But you know what? People like that
    are the ones who usually wind up in prison."
    	"You mean like my dad?" Jay said.
    	"What?" I said. "I didn't know your dad was in prison."
    	"I didn't, either, until I found something the other day that
    said my dad's doing time down in Texas."
    	"Really? How did you find this out?"
    	"It was some piece of paper on the table. I asked Mom about it
    and she said that she had to get some copies of some records."
    	"Do you know why?" I asked Jay.
    	"Why my dad's in prison?" Jay asked.
    	"Well, that, too, but I mean, why your mom had to get copies of
    that stuff?"
    	"I really don't know," Jay said. "But I think my Mom's been
    seeing some guy during the day and then she goes to work at night. She
    hasn't been home very much lately and she hasn't told us much, just
    that she tells us that everything is okay. She says she's not dating
    this guy, whoever he is, but that he's supposed to be helping us out. I
    don't know. I wasn't even supposed to say anything to you guys about
    it."
    	"Really?" I said. This seemed to be turning into some sort of
    soap opera. I asked Jay if he knew what his dad was in prison for.
    	"Grand larceny," he said. "He's up for parole soon, that's all I
    know."
    	I could tell that Jay didn't really want to talk about this,
    though it had me really puzzled myself. Tony and Luke had gathered up
    Jay's underpants, which were now soiled, that is, by mud. Luke went
    with Jay to his locker so that he could put his extra underwear away. I
    went to my locker to get my books for sixth period.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 180
    ----------------------------

    	No longer could I look forward to sixth period since Megan was no
    longer sitting next to me. Even worse was that Melanie was now seated
    in what was once Megan's place and I could hardly stand to look at that
    dog's face. I changed into a clean diaper after I showered in P.E. so I
    didn't even have any diaper poop odors to share with her. My diaper was
    only wet, so I couldn't produce much of an offensive odor beyond the
    stale, pungent smell of urine, and it would take awhile to get to
    smelling bad again. I couldn't even muster up a fart. I now wished that
    I didn't have P.E. so soon before this class since that was when I
    usually changed my poop-filled diaper. Hopefully lunch wouldn't take
    long to push out what was already in my digestive system.
    	As I approached my seat I waved to Megan and she waved back. She
    looked lonely up there at the front of the class. I could only see the
    long strands of her red hair cascading down her back as she sat there
    resting her chin on her hands. Melanie scowled at me and of course I
    reciprocated. She scooted her chair away as I stuck my butt in her face
    (on purpose) before sitting down. I was hoping to have a fart ready at
    that time, but I still didn't, damn!
    	"What?" I said, feigning offense. "My diaper's clean-- for now
    anyway. It is wet, though."
    	"You're sick," Melanie said. "Do me a favor and scoot over there
    as far away from me as you can. Just get the hell as far away from me
    as you can, you creep!"
    	"It'd be a pleasure," I said indignantly as I shifted my chair to
    the leftmost position. Melanie was sitting as far to the right as she
    could go.
    	"Since when did they enroll dogs in this school, anyway?" I asked
    her.
    	"Excuse me?" Melanie said.
    	"You know, dogs? Woof, woof, bark, bark?" I shot back.
    	"What are you talking about?" Melanie asked with a stunned look
    on her face.
    	"Oh wait, that's right, dogs don't understand humans," I said.
    	Melanie was quite upset now, not the crying type of upset, but
    rather the bitchy type of upset.
    	"Are you saying that I'm ugly?" she asked me indignantly.
    	"Put it this way, I wouldn't waste a hard-on on you, but since I
    can't get one from looking at you in the first place, I don't have
    anything to worry about." She sighed and huffed in utter disgust. The
    look on her face was priceless.
    	"What, because you're a faggot?" she said, trying to get me back.
    Fortunately I was quick-witted that day.
    	"No, but if all girls looked like you I'd much rather be a
    faggot," I replied. "And where do you get that I'm a faggot, anyway?"
    	"Everybody says you are. What else would you and your diaper
    friends be doing all the time?" she said. "And don't try to tell me
    that because you talk to Megan that you're not. You're probably just
    using her as a front."
    	"Whatever," I said to Melanie.
    	At this point Ms. Watson entered the room and began the lesson.
    She looked towards the back of the room, seeming to be pleased that I
    was no longer sitting with Megan and that Melanie and I repelled each
    other. Ms. Watson began the lesson and I grudgingly accepted the fact
    that I had little else to do but to copy notes for the next 45 minutes
    or so. Gee, I was so looking forward to getting writer's cramp again.
    About ten minutes later the boredom started setting in. I could finally
    feel a fart working its way out of my intestine. "Yes!" I thought to
    myself. A few seconds later I let it loose into my diaper, pushing it
    out as hard and as loudly as my butt could produce. The whole class
    laughed and stared at me. Megan was smiling as she looked, mainly
    because she knew that it offended Melanie.
    	"Eww!" Melanie said as she glared at me. To make matter worse for
    her I started fanning the fumes over towards. I spread my legs apart
    and waved my hand back and forth as fast as I could.
    	"Oh no, fart gas, fart gas!" I said sarcastically in a mock-
    frightened voice as I continued to wave my hands towards Melanie.
    	"Don't do that! Yuck! You stink bad enough as it is!" she
    complained.
    	"Okay, class, let's get back to the lesson," Ms. Watson said, not
    taking a breath before going right back into the lecture.
    	"Come on, it was just a fart. Everybody farts, you know," I said
    to Melanie a moment later as if to be defensive. "It's not like I
    crapped my pants, or in my case, my diaper."
    	"Phew! That still stinks!" Melanie said as she fanned her face.
    	"Farts do that, you know," I said. "Ever smell your own farts?" I
    asked Melanie.
    	Melanie just ignored me for a moment and went back to writing
    notes.
    	"Well, do you?" I asked her. "Do you smell your own farts? Ever
    put your hand in front of your butt before you fart, and then smell
    your hand?"
    	"No, okay!" she said as if she wanted to raise her voice.
    	"You know, I used to think girls didn't fart because I hardly
    ever heard my sisters do it and everybody in school said girls don't
    fart, so you're probably right," I said, anything to piss Melanie off.
    	"Is there a problem?" Ms. Watson asked us impatiently after she
    abruptly stopped. She even turned off the overhead projector. The
    abrupt halt of the humming of its van and the light shutting off got my
    attention.
    	"Yes, I don't want to sit next to Chris. He's smelly and he's
    gross!" Melanie protested loudly.
    	"Melanie, we went through this yesterday and I've already made up
    my mind," Ms. Watson said.
    	"But..."
    	"No, I don't want to hear anyone talking, is that understood?"
    Ms. Watson demanded.
    	"Yes, ma'am," Melanie replied. She then scowled at me. I
    snickered in return and then sneered.
    	"Chris, do you understand, too?" Ms. Watson asked me.
    	I decided to be a smartass. Since Ms. Watson said she didn't want
    to hear any talking I gave her a confused stare.
    	"What is the matter, Chris? I'm in the middle of a lecture, you
    know," Ms. Watson asked me, about to lose her patience. I wrote a large
    note on a sheet of notebook paper which said, "You said no talking." I
    then tore it out of the binder, got up and took it to her. She looked
    at the note and set it down on the cart's shelf below the overhead
    projector.
    	"Go back to your seat now, Chris." After I was seated she said,
    "One more disruption and it's off to Mr. Swain's office for you,
    mister!"
    	Ms. Watson then turned the overhead projector back on and
    continued with her lesson. As I sat down I mocked Ms. Watson and shook
    my hand above my crotch as if to be jacking off. Ms. Watson somehow saw
    me doing it.
    	"I mean it, Chris, I won't accept that kind of attitude from
    you!" she said before resuming her lesson. God, how I wanted to find
    out where she lived so I could trash her house or do something to get
    back at her for the way she was treating me. Meanwhile, I illegibly
    scribbled down the notes she had written and got caught up. I managed
    to remain attentive for about ten minutes before my mind wandered
    again. I cut another fart, which caused the class to giggle. I just sat
    there with an innocent look on my face as everyone looked at me. I
    stared up at the ceiling, imagining a halo above my head.  Melanie, of
    course, looked like she wanted to kick me in the nuts, not that I was
    worried since my diaper would protect me.
    	I couldn't keep attentive much longer, and I was still fuming
    over Ms. Watson's threats to send me to see Mr. Swain. The topic was
    mind-numbingly boring and my mind was on other things, diapers, of
    course. I started drawing pictures of thickly diapered boys as well as
    pictures of these same boys getting changed by girls whom I drew to
    look like Megan, scantily clad in thong bikini bottoms and tight T-
    shirts with the words OFFICIAL DIAPER CHANGER printed across the front.
    I was getting a hard-on as I looked at these pictures. Melanie looked
    at me, as if I should be ashamed of myself. I didn't care what she
    thought. At about ten minutes before class was over with I felt a bowel
    movement coming on. A couple minutes later it discharged into my
    diaper. Unlike my previous farts, which were dry and "solid"-- making a
    note that could be played on the bass clef of a musical staff-- this
    one came out wet and bubbly, hardly musically transcribable. It also
    lasted longer, two whole notes tied together in 4/4 time. This time the
    rest of the class wasn't laughing, but instead they were grossed out by
    the stinky symphony coming from my orchestral orifice.
    	"*Now* my diaper's dirty," I said to Melanie. "You can quit
    worrying about it happening now." She could hardly tolerate sitting
    next to me!
    	When class was out Megan came up to me and talked to me while I
    walked to my locker.
    	"That was pretty funny what you did to Melanie," Megan said.
    	"Thanks," I said. "I hate Melanie. She's uglier than shit. I
    swear I could see her face in my last shitty diaper."
    	Megan laughed in agreement and said, "then I'd see a doctor if
    that's the case. I hate the class, too, especially now that we're
    separated. Maybe you could come over this weekend sometime. You got any
    plans?"
    	"Actually, yeah, we're having the diaper club meeting tomorrow."
    	"Oh, okay," Megan said, sounding disappointed.
    	"How about Sunday?" I asked Megan.
    	"Going to my grandparents' that day," she said. As I opened my
    locker I thought about possibly inviting Megan to join us at the
    meeting.
    	"Would you be interested in coming to the meeting?" I asked
    Megan.
    	"You serious?" she asked me after hesitating. "I uhh, don't have
    to wear, a diaper, do I?"
    	"No, no, no, not at all," I assured her. "You'd just be a guest.
    Besides, it's a boy's-only club as far as diaper-wearers are
    concerned."
    	"I figured as much," Megan said with a smile. "So, like, what all
    do you guys do at the meetings, anyway?"
    	"We take pictures of each other, share diaper stories, see who's
    got the most shit in his diapers, so we try not to get changed too soon
    before the meeting, talk about how much toilet training sucks, and we
    talk about our goal to start a campaign to advocate diapers as an
    alternative to using toilets. We also do some, well, things that boys
    like to do with each other when we're in diapers."
    	"Well, some of us girls like to do those things to diapered boys,
    too," Megan said as she got as close to me as she could without
    violating the school's "hands off" policy. She was making me hard
    again. My fresh poop stink didn't seem to bother her.
    	"Maybe afterwards, who knows?" I said with a smile as I looked
    down at my pants. Megan knew why I was looking down there, though my
    diaper concealed any evidence of an erection.
    	"How many of you will there be?" Megan asked.
    	"If everyone I'm expecting shows up, I'd say about twenty."
    	"Twenty? Wow!" Megan said.
    	"You know, Diane and her friend Karen would probably appreciate
    having a helping hand with the diaper changes," I said. "We do welcome
    girls at the meetings to change diapers for the boys."
    	"I think I could help out," Megan said. "You know, the 'helping
    hand' thing?"
    	"Uhh, sure," I said with a tone of embarrassment.
    	"I'll bring Irene with me, too," Megan added.
    	"Uhh, I don't think she'd like that," I said. "And I wouldn't be
    comfortable having her there."
    	"I'm just kidding," Megan said, patting my shoulder. She then
    looked at her watch and said, "Shit! I'm gonna be late for class!"
    	"I'll call you tonight!" I shouted as Megan trotted off to her
    locker. I then headed to my art class. I spent the day talking to
    Angela about Ms. Watson and the things I did to Melanie.
    	"Shame on you, Chris," Angela said. Of course she meant it in a
    kidding manner. Meanwhile, we worked on the day's project, which
    covered lines and perspective. Other than that the class was pretty
    uneventful other than the usual round of comments about my smelly
    diapers as I didn't get myself changed in between.
    	After I got home and Cindy cleaned me up and changed me into my
    cloth diapers, I opened up my book bag and emptied out its contents,
    which included weekend homework (sigh). Knowing damn well that it would
    be Sunday night after dinner before I even touched any of it, I set my
    stack of books, notebooks and binders on my desk. I then loaded my book
    bag with several of my pre-Thickies diapers and an ample supply of
    diaper pins (again, older pre-Thickies pins that were smaller) so that
    I could take them over to Jay's house.
    	"What's with the bag?" Lisa asked me as she saw me leaving with
    it, seeing that it was stuffed full.
    	"I'm taking some diapers to Jay," I explained.
    	"Doesn't he just wear a bunch of underpants, like you used to do
    sometimes?" Lisa asked me.
    	"He does, but they're not very easy to put on with a broken leg,"
    I explained.
    	"Why don't you just cut the sides of each pair he wears. That way
    he could pin them on just like diapers," Lisa suggested.
    	"Hey, yeah!" I said. "That never occurred to me. Thanks for the
    idea, Lis'."
    	"It's Lee-sa!" she corrected me. "You're only saving one
    syllable, big deal. Are you still taking those diapers over to him?"
    	"Yeah," I replied. "He told me he'd rather wear them than his
    underpants."
    	"Are you planning to get those diapers back?" Lisa asked me.
    	"Of course," I replied. "You don't think I'd not trust Jay to
    return them, do you?"
    	"No, I mean, you want them back after Jay's used them?"
    	"Sure, but Jay may need them awhile," I said.
    	Personally, I don't see how you could stand to wear diapers that
    someone else has used. Of course I don't understand why anyone would
    want to wear diapers in the first place. You'd think after nearly four
    years I'd understand it, but I don't."
    	"See you later," I said to Lisa as I left the house and headed to
    Cody's and Jordan's house. Since Lisa held me up I had to hurry to get
    there so the boys wouldn't be left alone for very long if they got off
    the bus first. Just as I approached their house I could see the bus
    coming. It had stopped and let the two boys off by the time I arrived.
    I went in with the boys and told them to take their overalls off so
    that I could change their diapers right away.
    	"Are we still going to your friend's house?" Cody asked me.
    	"Yep, we are," I said.
    	"Do we have to wear our pants over there?" Jordan asked.
    	"If it were warmer, no, but it's kind of chilly out there. That's
    the only reason I wear these now," I said as I pointed to my sweat
    pants.
    	"That means we have to wear disposables, too, huh?" Cody said.
    	"I don't know," I said. "I betcha your overalls would still fit
    with cloth diapers on since they don't have to fasten at the waist like
    pants do." With this I diapered the boys in their cloth diapers as
    usual, but then I had them put their overalls on afterwards. There was
    an unmistakable bulge around their waists and their butts stood out
    prominently like mine did, but at least they got to wear the cloth
    diapers they loved so much.
    	We walked down the street to the corner. I made sure the boys
    stayed to my right, away from the street. The boys were trying to keep
    up, but they weren't used to walking such distances in cloth diapers.
    For that matter, I wasn't, either, so the three of us were waddling our
    way to the corner. After we crossed the street Jordan asked, "How much
    more is it there?"
    	"We have a little ways to go still," I said.
    	"I hafta go to the bathroom," Cody said.
    	"Ha ha, very funny," I said with a laugh. He laughed, too, as did
    Jordan.
    	"I just went in my diapers!" he giggled.
    	"Did you pee or poop?" I asked him.
    	"I did both pee and poop!" he replied. After a little while I
    could smell that he had pooped. He complained that it was harder to
    walk for so long in poopy diapers. He wasn't used to it, so I could
    understand.
    	"We're almost there," I said. "Just a couple more blocks."
    	"What is this place?" Jordan asked as he looked at the older run-
    down houses in Jay's neighborhood. I wasn't very comfortable here
    myself, knowing that it looked like a drug dealer's haven.
    	"It's not a good place to live, that's for sure," I told the
    boys. I made damn sure they didn't stray from me. As long as I smelled
    poop I knew they were close. The boys were amazed by the junk and trash
    that was piled up in the front yard.
    	"This place looks like the dump," Jordan said.
    	"It is a dump," I said. "Just don't tell Jay I said that."
    	I went up to the door and knocked on it (the doorbell button was
    missing from its socket). A moment later Jay's sister Lori came to the
    door. She was dressed in cutoffs and a tight-fitting white T-shirt with
    a faded "The Little Mermaid" print on the front.
    	"Hello, boys," she greeted us and then invited us in. "Who are
    these guys?"
    	"They're Cody and Jordan, two boys I watch after school," I said.
    	"I can see they're diapered," Lori said as she slammed the door a
    couple times to make sure it was actually closed. She then secured a
    chain lock.
    	"Yep, they're diaper boys just like me, and Jay."
    	"I guess what Jay wears passes for diapers," Lori said.
    	"So where's Jay?" I asked Lori.
    	"He's in our room," Lori said. The phrase "our room" caught me by
    surprise, but then I remembered that Jay and Lori shared a bedroom as
    well as the bed in which they slept.
    	"I was in the middle of 'diapering' him. It's hard to get his
    underpants on him with his broken leg. I wish he had some real diapers.
    Actually, it'd be nice if he'd just start using the toilet. No, I take
    that back. He looks cute going around in, oh, let's just call it four
    or five dozen pairs of underwear."
    	"That's what we came for," I said as I set down my book bag and
    opened it. I showed Lori the diapers I brought along. I pulled one of
    them out.
    	"Nice," she said. "Those'll work, better than what he's got now."
    	"Lori!" I heard Jay shout from his bedroom. "Are you going to
    come finish this?"
    	"Yeah, I'll be right there!" she said. "Chris is here!"
    	"We'll go back and see him," I said. I picked up my book bag and
    carried it with me. Cody and Jordan followed. We had to step over
    boxes, laundry (including dozens more pairs of Jay's underpants, many
    of them stained) to get to Jay's room. Jay was sitting on his bed
    wearing about a dozen pairs of underwear, much thinner than what I was
    used to seeing him wear. Many more of them were stacked on the bed
    waiting to be put on.
    	"Hey, Jay," I greeted him.
    	"Hello," he said. "Are those the boys you babysit?"
    	"Yep, this is Cody, and this is Jordan," I said, pointing to each
    boy as I introduced him.
    	The two boys said hi to Jay in unison. They looked at him sitting
    there on his bed. Jordan then picked up one of the pairs of underwear
    that Jay wore. He examined it front and back, noting the extra layers
    that were sewn into the seat.
    	"Are these your diapers?" Jordan asked Jay.
    	"Yeah, they're diapers for me," he said. "They're made from
    underwear. I wear several of them at a time." Jay then pulled back on
    some of the waistbands of the pairs he was already wearing to show the
    boys what he had on.
    	"This is nothing," Jay said. He then pointed and said, "you see
    all those pairs of underwear? That's what I'll be wearing by the time
    Lori finishes... if she does-- Lori!"
    	"Be right there!" she hollered.
    	"What the hell could she be doing?" Jay mumbled.
    	"We wear diapers," Cody said. "Wanna see?"
    	"Sure," Jay said.
    	"Can we take our pants off?" Jordan asked.
    	"I'm taking mine off, boys, so go ahead," I said as I stripped
    down to my diapers.
    	"I brought you some real diapers, Jay," I told him.
    	"Did you, Chris? Thanks. Only problem is, I don't think Lori
    knows how to fold them."
    	"I'll show her," I said.
    	"She doesn't even like having to do it, you know, cleaning me up
    and stuff. I'm not really comfortable about her touching my privates to
    clean me. Man, this broken leg stuff sucks."
    	"I know," I said. "Too bad Mr. Brown wasn't fired sooner or this
    probably never would have happened. By the way, the school's insurance
    is covering your medical costs, I assume."
    	"Thank God, yes," Jay said. "I think Shane's parents are going to
    have to pay some of it, too, that's what I was told, anyway. Actually,
    they should hold Mr. Brown liable, too, that asshole!"
    	The two boys then started giggling when Jay said "asshole." When
    Jay realized what he was saying around the two little boys, he
    corrected himself and said, "that jerk."
    	"Too late, they already heard it, and they've heard it from me a
    couple times," I told Jay.
    	A moment later Lori came into the room.
    	"What were you doing?" Jay asked her.
    	"I was in the bathroom," Lori said. "I was using the toilet,
    something you four boys seem to be unaccustomed to."
    	"We don't use toilets!" Jordan said as he danced around in what
    little space he had in Jay's room to show off his diapers.
    	"I'm not surprised," Lori said. "Now, you're going to have to
    show me how to fold diapers," Lori said to me. I pulled out the diapers
    and laid them out on the bed next to the stacks of Jay's underpants. I
    made sure to stand in front of Lori so that when I bent down to pull
    the diapers out of the nag she'd get to see my diapered butt up close.
    Jay watched from where he was sitting. The boys went around to the
    other side. I took one of the diapers and showed Lori the various ways
    in which a diaper could be folded. I showed her the two folds that
    Cindy used on me. She alternated between two such folds, one which put
    more material in the front and one which put more material in the
    center and the rear, so that by combining several diapers folded in
    various ways together there would be all-around thickness. Of course
    for the Thickies prefold diapers it didn't matter as they were of
    uniform thickness all the way through. After I showed Lori a couple of
    times how to do it I watched her fold the diapers. Just watching a
    girl's hands transforming a piece of cloth into a thick pad to go on a
    boy's butt made me hard. I couldn't resist the urge to rub my hands
    over my diapered front a couple times.
    	"How's that?" she asked me, seeming to ignore my furtive diaper
    rubbing.
    	"Pretty good," I said.
    	"So now, how do I get it on Jay?" Lori asked.
    	"Normally you'd just slide them under his butt when he's lying
    down," I said. "How easy is it for Jay to lie down?"
    	"I have to help him into bed every night," Lori said. "I have to
    help him with his leg. The nurse at the hospital showed me how to do it
    properly."
    	"You'll probably have to do the same thing when you put diapers
    on Jay, real diapers. How have you been doing it?"
    	"Jay just stands up in the corner with his butt facing me. He
    holds onto the wall for balance. I then pull his underwear down and
    then, and then, well, I wipe his butt. God, how gross! I don't see how
    your sisters can stand it."
    	"They got used to it," I said. "You'll get used to it, too."
    	"It's only going to be for a few weeks, I don't know," Lori said
    with a sigh. "Jay will probably be walking again on his own by the time
    I do get used to it, if I ever do."
    	"How is Jolene handling it?" I asked Lori.
    	"She's hardly ever home. She's always working to help Mom with
    the bills."
    	I thought for a moment how bad it must be when someone has to
    drop out from school and work full-time to help with the family's
    living expenses. Every time I came over to Jay's I couldn't help but
    feel sorry for him. This was why I didn't come over much as it
    depressed me to see what squalid living conditions he was in. It made
    me thankful for what I had with my family.
    	"How many diapers did you bring?" Lori asked me.
    	"Eight," I said. "I know it's not much, but it will get you by.
    You can use four diapers at a time and they should last awhile between
    changes."
    	"But we'll still have to use underwear the rest of the time,"
    Lori said. "Mom doesn't have time to take the laundry down to the
    Laundromat very much, so things really pile up around here, especially
    all of Jay's smelly underwear, phew! That's one reason he has so much
    of it, aside from the fact that he wears several dozen pairs at a
    time."
    	"Well, if you want to use his underwear you still can," I said.
    "But it must be a pain to have to put each pair on while he's standing
    up.
    	"It is," Lori said. "I only got the first 12 or 13 pairs-- who's
    counting?—on him since I got home from school.
    	"Have you thought about cutting each pair down the side?" I said
    forwarding Lisa's suggestion.
    	"No, not really," she said.
    	"Go get some scissors," I told Lori.
    	"Wait, are you going to *cut* my undies down the sides?" Jay
    asked with an air of concern.
    	"Yeah, that'd work, wouldn't it?" I said.
    	"But then my underwear would be ruined," Jay said.
    	"No it wouldn't," I said. You'd just pin up the sides like
    diapers." I then pulled down my plastic pants and turned to my side to
    show Jay what I was talking about.
    	"See? They'll be a lot easier for your sister to put on you since
    she won't have to fit them over your cast and pull them up."
    	"That'd work, I suppose," Jay said hesitantly. "But then I'd
    always have to wear them like that, even after I get this damn-- darn--
    cast off of my leg."
    	"Nothing wrong with that," I said. "You'll still need them after
    you're walking on your own again. You're not about to start using the
    toilet then. Besides, you have hundreds of pairs of underwear and your
    mom gets new ones all the time."
    	"Mom hasn't had time to do that lately," Jay said. "I don't know
    what she's been up to in the mornings. She doesn't go to work until
    like 11:00 in the morning and then she's there until an hour after they
    close, so she gets off 11:00 at night. They're so damn short-staffed at
    that restaurant and she's stuck working there seven days a week. It
    sucks, for her and for the rest of us. I wish she'd get a better job."
    	Jay looked like he was about to cry. I could understand his
    feelings, never seeing his mom because she was always working at what I
    knew had to be a shitty job that paid shit.
    	"Maybe she's training for something else, a better job, I hope,
    which is why she leaves at the same time I catch the bus each morning.
    She tells us that she hopes to be out of here, this shithole of a
    house, by the end of the year."
    	"Why won't she tell you what she's doing?" I asked Jay.
    	"She doesn't want us to find out too much about it until it's
    over and done with."
    	"Maybe she's dating a guy."
    	"Sheeyeah, right!" Jay said. "Mom gets so tired of the guy that
    hit on her at the restaurant she's been turned off from dating."
    	Cody and Jordan were getting bored, so they started going through
    the stacks of Jay's underpants, putting them on over their diapers.
    Their diapers were so thick over their six-year-old bodies that Jay's
    underwear just barely fit over their diapers.
    	"Hey guys, I had those stacked by size and you're getting them
    out of order," Jay told the boys.
    	"Sorry," Jordan apologized.
    	"You didn't know any better, it's all right," I told Jordan.
    	"We're getting bored, do you have any toys to play with?" Cody
    asked Jay.
    	"They're put away in a box out in the back yard somewhere,
    probably buried in leaves by now," Jay said.
    	"Maybe after Lori gets going again I can show the boys the Atari
    game out in the front room."
    	"Yeah, Atari on a TV with a crappy tube in it," Jay said. "I'd
    kill just to have a Nintendo. What the hell, at least it's in color, so
    I can't really complain."
    	Lori came into the room a moment later with the scissors she and
    Jolene had used for cutting out the extra panels they sewed into the
    seats of Jay's underpants.
    	"Hey, what are you boys wearing those for?" Lori asked Cody and
    Jordan when she saw that they had put on some of Jay's underwear. She
    told them to take them off so that she could cut them. After she had a
    few pairs in front of her she began snipping at the sides, turning each
    pair into an instant diaper.
    	"Hey, this should work!" Lori said as she stacked the cut pairs,
    seeing how they'd function as diapers in that they didn't need to be
    pulled up the legs.
    	"How many pairs are you going to cut?" Jay asked.
    	"Just enough for now. I'll cut more as needed."
    	"Do you think Mom will get me any new underwear?" Jay asked.
    	"I hope so," Lori said. "She's been working so much. I may have
    to go around on my bike and collect them myself. I'm sure they're
    piling up at the places Mom usually picks them up from."
    	"Maybe we can gather them for you guys tomorrow if we have time,"
    I said. "Diane can drive us to the places your mom goes. I'd have to
    ask her about it."
    	"I'm sure she'd do it," Lori said. "If it means keeping a boy
    diapered, she'll do it. I know how much she loves keeping her brother
    Aaron in diapers."
    	"We're coming by tomorrow to pick Jay up for the meeting," I
    reminded Lori.
    	"That's fine, as long as he wants to go to the meeting. He may
    not be changed by then."
    	"That doesn't really matter," I said. "With 20 boys in diapers
    being there, there's bound to be some poopy butts among them at any
    given time. It tends to be smelly most of the time anyway"
    	After Lori had cut about twenty pairs into "diapers" she asked me
    if that was enough.
    	"How many pairs do you usually put on him?" I asked Lori.
    	"More than this, at least twice as many, if not more."
    	"Then keep going," I said. "Just stack as many of them together
    as you can get pinned together and then just pin them on like real
    diapers. Maybe you could put his underwear on first and then top them
    off with the two diapers."
    	"That will probably work," Lori said.
    	"Okay, how about I leave you to take care of Jay while I go
    entertain these boys," I suggested. "They're getting restless."
    	"Okay, I'll holler if I need any help," Lori said. With this I
    left Jay's room and took the boys out to the front room. I set up the
    TV for playing Atari games. It had been a few years since I had played
    Atari myself, like when I was five or six. I put in a Space Invaders
    cartridge and turned the console on.
    	"You ever see this game before?" I asked the boys. Both of them
    shook their heads.
    	"Sit down and I'll show you how to play it," I said. I grabbed
    one of the controllers and flipped the reset switch. I then started
    shooting away at the descending pack of aliens marching in perfect
    unison to crude sound effects.
    	"What's this?" Jordan asked.
    	"It's called Space Invaders," I said.
    	"We like Super Nintendo better," Cody said.
    	"Except our mom won't let us have one," Jordan added. "She thinks
    video games are bad."
    	"Well, this is an old game, but it's still fun. Just let me know
    when you want to play. You can even play two-players on this one."
    	After a few minutes the boys wanted to try playing. I set the
    game up so that they could both play.
    	"I get to be the green guy!" Cody said. I then handed him the
    controller and then I gave Jordan the controller for the other one. I
    showed the boys how to start a new game and decided they were good to
    go on their own. Once I made sure the boys were set I went in to check
    on Lori. She had helped Jay up onto his bed. She took off the underwear
    he had been wearing and decided to start over with the cut pairs. She
    pinned them on in sets of eight pairs. They were crude for diapers and
    they looked funny with pins being used to hold them on, but they would
    work. She was working on the third set. I told her that I'd fold the
    diapers for her while she was busy doing the rest. By the time she had
    three sets of eight pairs of underpants on Jay I decided that two or
    three diapers would suffice for the rest of the job. I didn't think to
    bring plastic pants for Jay. Lori explained that as long as Jay had on
    very thick sets of underwear they'd last awhile before soaking through.
    With this I decided that we'd better go for four diapers on top of the
    twenty-four pairs of underwear that Jay was already wearing.
    	A few minutes later Jay was very well diapered, both in real
    diapers and underpants.
    	"How do those feel?" I asked Jay.
    	"Different," he said. "I'm not used to having underwear pinned
    onto me. I think they'll work. In fact, I already peed in them."
    	Lori went off to do her thing and Jay and I joined the boys who
    were still playing Space Invaders. The boys seemed to like playing the
    game.
    	"They've got some other games, too," I told the boys. Jay and I
    showed the boys how to play Pac-Man, Defender, Galaxian, Frogger and a
    couple others. I was surprised that Jay had so many games.
    	"They were selling them for a quarter apiece at the thrift
    store," he said.
    	We continued to play until about 5:15. By then Jay had soiled his
    diapers. The twins had been ripe for some time, and I, of course, had
    pooped in mine. I wanted to get the boys back home in time, so we got
    our pants back on and headed out the door, back to their house. Sue got
    home a few minutes later and she paid me for the week. I had the money
    that I needed to get the boys their T-shirts for their birthdays next
    weekend.