    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 41
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    	We were awakened early the next morning. It was earlier than I
    cared for as I felt I needed rest. The first order of the day, of
    course, was diaper changes. Everybody was at least in a wet diaper,
    though as I watched the other boys take off their diapers, I saw that
    many of them had pooped in theirs as well. As we would expect to be
    doing every day, Tony would change my diapers and I would change his.
    We might decide to trade off and I could change Bryce or even Nathan. I
    was getting more confident about changing other boys' diapers and
    getting them on tightly and securely without any leaks. I wasn't sure
    if I wanted Lisa or Cindy to find out, though, since I like it when
    they change my diapers, and they like it, too. If they knew that I
    could handle changing diapers they might stop diapering me.
    	Bryce and Nathan were quickly getting to become good friends with
    each other and they seemed to enjoy changing each other's diapers as
    well. While Tony was busy taking off my plastic pants and my Thickies
    cloth diapers, I watched Bryce change Nathan and make his little penis
    stand up as Bryce wiped him clean, and then they reciprocated, showing
    the same amount of pleasure from this exchange. Because of the extra
    layers of Thickies cloth diapers that I had on over my disposables, I
    was the last to be finished being changed. Billy took awhile to change
    himself, too, being that he put on his shorts over his diapers, unlike
    the rest of us, and he also took time to say a morning prayer. While I
    had my beliefs, I didn't practice them much and I only prayed whenever
    I felt troubled or afraid.
    	Before we all left, Billy asked us to all stand in a circle, hold
    hands and pray with him.
    	"This isn't Vacation Bible School," Jonny said.
    	"I know it isn't, unfortunately," Billy said. "My parents were
    going to send me to one, but I was rejected because I need to wear
    diapers."
    	"So why did they send you here?" Aaron asked. "This is a camp
    specially for making boys who wear diapers to feel better about
    themselves."
    	"They sent me here because it was the only camp that would
    accommodate boys who wear diapers, and that I could help spread the
    Word while I'm here."
    	"Spread the word about what?" Jonny asked.
    	"You know, the Word, the Word of God, the Gospel."
    	"Oh for Christ's sake!" Jonny said.
    	"It's for *your* sake," Billy said. "And don't use the Lord's
    name in vain."
    	"Aww, come on, don't start giving us all this religious horse
    shit," Jake said. "That's not what I came here for."
    	"Please don't say that word," Billy said.
    	"Okay, horse CRAP!" Jake replied sardonically. "You happy? Or
    should I say horse POOP?! Horse dung? Horse droppings? Horse muffins?
    Horse doo-doo? Horse ca-ca? Horse turds? What do you want?"
    	"Just say 'horse shit!'" Jonny said. Jonny then told us to join
    him in chanting "Horse shit! Horse shit!" over and over. Every one of
    us was chanting. Billy got the message loud and clear and he told us to
    shut up.
    	At about this time, Mike came to our cabin and told us to get our
    diapered butts over to the mess hall since breakfast was ready. This
    interrupted Billy's attempt to give us a sermon before eating, so we
    all left the cabin and joined the other boys for breakfast. We had
    pancakes, eggs, bacon, sausage, and hash browns. It was all a tad too
    greasy, but it was still good and hearty and we ate lots. With as much
    food as they served us it seemed that they wanted us boys to produce a
    lot of poopy diapers. I could only imagine what the dumpster would look
    like after just one day's worth of disposed diapers from 180 boys.
    	After breakfast, we set out to go on a hike that went towards the
    top of a nearby mountain. As the camp guide had instructed us to bring,
    we all had backpacks and canteens on us to take on the hike, as well as
    plenty of diapers as we would likely be gone for most of the day. With
    as much water as we would be drinking I expected to become very wet by
    the time it was time for a diaper change.
    	The hike didn't seem like it would be that far from where we were
    and the mountain to which we would be hiking wasn't as high in
    elevation as the others that we were told we would hike to later on.
    This particular hike was designated for all of the first-time attendees
    at the camp to help us to get accustomed to day-long physical activity.
    From the 60 boys in our age group, about half of them were first-
    timers, including Tony and I, of course, plus Bryce and Nathan. In
    fact, from within our own cabin, only Aaron and Vic were not included
    in the hike as they had previously attended the camp and had thus been
    directed to partake in other activities. The hike looked and sounded
    like it would be fun and I was in the mood for exploring uncharted
    territory.
    	We were guided by two of the counselors and some of the older
    boys, whom, for the sake of reference, we considered as counselors as
    well. We were all to take the hike in only our diapers, and we were
    told that there were other camps in the area, so we may be spotted
    sporting our didees by other groups, some of which consisted entirely
    of girls. While I didn't think this would be much of a problem for me
    since I was used to my sisters and their friends seeing me in diapers,
    other boys said they had never been seen by a girl in their diapers
    before and hoped that we wouldn't encounter any other hikers.
    	As expected, Billy hadn't yet taken off his shorts in spite of
    being told that we were all to wear only our diapers on the hike. He
    outright refused to do so.
    	"Aren't you coming on the hike with us?" Troy, who was one of the
    counselors, asked Billy. He stood there with his arms folded and said,
    "No!"
    	"Look, after you get through this, then you can wear your shorts
    again," Troy told Billy.
    	"This is sin that you guys are committing!" Billy said.
    	"Sin? What do you mean, this is sin?" Troy asked. "I'm no expert
    on the Bible or the Ten Commandments, but I don't think what we are
    doing falls under any of them. Does anyone here recall reading 'thou
    shalt not weareth thy diapers in the absence of shorts?'"
    	"Forget it, I'm not going on this stupid hike!" Billy said as he
    walked away from the group.
    	"There's a nice reward at the end!" Troy shouted towards Billy.
    	"Look, I know what *my* reward will be when I reach *my* end!"
    Billy said. "If you haven't been saved, you might want to think about
    that for a moment."
    	Troy then chased after Billy, but Billy managed to disappear into
    the crowd of boys in the camp. Even the fact that his dark blue denim
    shorts stood out in a sea of white diapers, he was able to evade
    detection.
    	"What's gonna happen to Billy?" Craig asked Troy.
    	"We'll come up with something," he said with a smile.
    	"If anyone deserves whatever you're planning to do, it's Billy,"
    I said. The other boys who heard me responded to my remark with
    unanimous approval, as Billy had already become known throughout the
    camp as a "Holy Roller" and a royal pain in the diapered ass.
    	Before we all left, the counselors examined our packs to make
    sure we had the right supplies and in the right amount. They also made
    a couple boys who didn't pack enough diapers to go back to their cabins
    to get them.
    	"You're not going to find any diapers growing on a tree or a bush
    out there, you know," one of the counselors told the boys.
    	The hike was on at last. We walked away from the camp area and
    followed a trail that remained flat as it followed the shore of the
    lake. In front of me I looked at the other boys' butts, seeing how
    their rear ends were all padded up only by their diapers. Each step
    they took caused the creases of their diapers wedged up into their
    butts to shift left and right. Having a good view of many of the boys
    from behind I was watching waiting for someone to shit his diapers, and
    it wasn't long before one of them did. It was the boy right in front of
    me, in fact. I watched him walking funny just moments before a big pile
    of poop came out of his butt and instantly formed a visible bulging
    pile of crap in his diaper, being that he was wearing a relatively thin
    diaper. As Tony and I were walking abreast, I looked over at him and I
    could barely see a small tent in the front of his diaper, being that
    the Thickies diaper obscured most of his erection's presence. Of
    course, I had an erection, too. We looked again at the boy in front of
    us.
    	Several boys had already either wet, messed or done both in their
    diapers before we got too much farther. We hadn't even begun the ascent
    to the top of the mountain as we had just turned off of the lake shore
    trail. I could only imagine what everyone would be like by the time we
    got to the top of the mountain, to say nothing of the hike back.
    Hopefully we would get to stop along the way to change our diapers.
    	We went up the trail as it began a steep ascent. I looked behind
    me and I could see the camp in the distance. The climb was beginning to
    get more strenuous, and I hadn't even wet or messed my diaper, at least
    not yet. As I was walking, I suddenly felt pee pouring out of me and
    soaking up my diaper all the way through the crotch and back to the
    seat. It was like a flash flood in my diaper.
    	Apparently my wetting elicited Tony's bladder release. Just after
    I wet my diaper I watched the wetness stripes on the front of Tony's
    diaper turn green. His wetting was further evidenced by a yellow tint
    and some extra bulk in the crotch. It wasn't long before Bryce and
    Nathan were also in piss-soaked diapers.
    	We had only been on the hike for what seemed like an hour, maybe
    an hour and a half. Many of the other boys were wanting to stop for a
    diaper change. Some of them hadn't changed at all since early this
    morning. Luckily for Tony, Nathan and I, our Thickies were holding up
    well and could take more wetting as well as some messing which was due
    to hit before too long with all the food we ate for breakfast. I
    promised that I would let Bryce wear one of my Thickies when it came
    time for us to change our diapers. Regardless of the conditions of
    everyone's diapers, we kept moving. The trail became narrower and even
    steeper yet. In fact, we had to eventually go up the trail single file.
    The same boy who had soiled his diaper a ways back was in front of me
    again. As he climbed the hill in front of me he stuck his shit-stinky
    butt in my face. Tony was right behind me, getting a close-up look at
    my behind, a sight I knew he enjoyed as much as I did when I was the
    one behind him.
    	Suddenly, with little warning, my bowels went to work and
    released a load of poop into my diaper. Tony watched as the pile of wet
    turds quickly filled up the back of my diapers, barely able to tell
    from sight alone that I pooped. Mostly , he could only hear it and
    smell it as I took a shit.
    	"You just shit right in my face!" Tony said.
    	"I do that all the time," I said. "Remember the last time we
    played Twister?"
    	"Sort of gives a whole new meaning to the phrase 'shitfaced',
    doesn't it?" Tony remarked.
    	Tony was next to unload his bowels, giving Bryce a faceful of
    flatulence and feces. Nathan and Bryce had soiled their diapers soon
    afterwards. Bryce's poop was sagging and weighing down his diapers and
    he kept whining about letting us stop so that he could change. When we
    reached a point on the trail where I could see the other boys ahead of
    me, there was a line of white diaper-covered butts, with many of them
    showing signs of being pooped in.
    	We finally reached the top of the climb and stopped for a moment
    to take some drinks and get some sustenance from our snacks. The view
    was breathtaking! I got out my camera and took a picture of the vista.
    I also got some pictures of the other boys in their well-used diapers.
    Not a single one of us was dry, and as far as I could tell, all of us
    had pooped, too.
    	"Is this it?" Bryce asked.
    	"We have a ways to go still," Kevin, who was one of the
    counselors, said to him.
    	"You mean we're not there yet?" one boy asked.
    	"Nope," Kevin said as he pointed out the mountaintop that
    remained in the distance, albeit closer than what it appeared to be
    when we left.
    	"This is the halfway point," Kevin told us. He, Troy, and the
    older boys looked around and seemed to be satisfied with the conditions
    of our diapers. The hike then continued on at this point.
    	The last half of the hike seemed to take even longer than the
    first half. It was getting harder and harder for us to navigate the
    steep terrain and narrow trails with all of us wearing pee- and poop-
    filled diapers. We were also becoming fatigued at this point. I
    imagined how bad it would be if we were not allowed to change at all
    and had to go back wearing the same diapers.
    	I peed and pooped more and even my Thickies disposable diapers
    were starting to reach their capacity and would soon get to where they
    couldn't take it anymore. I had to feel sorry for the other boys who
    were wearing just regular diapers. It gave me sort of a superiority
    complex. No doubt it would give me a good testimony for the folks at
    CKM Products to use in a commercial if I were to appear in one. For a
    moment I began to think about whether or not any sort of notice had
    been sent to my house to let me know whether or not I was going to be
    chosen. My mind then returned to the strenuous hike.
    	Having left my watch back at the cabin, I had no idea what time
    of day it was. Judging by the time we left and the position of the sun
    in the sky and the shadows of the trees, I estimated that we had been
    out for about four hours now and the time was approaching noon. I had
    only worn a disposable diaper for this long when I was in school and by
    this time I was always ready for a change. Given the amount of water I
    had consumed, had it not been for Thickies diapers I would have been in
    trouble by now. I felt like I was in trouble anyway.
    	The three of us who were in Thickies diapers were faring better
    than the other boys. Many of them had started to get leaks in their
    diapers, and Bryce was no exception. I watched as some boys were
    leaving a trail of pee behind them as they hiked. Many of them had
    brown poop deposits forming around their bottoms at the leg openings of
    their diapers. The smell of pee and pooped remained around me as I was
    among so many other boys whose diapers were well beyond full. One boy's
    diaper even fell off of him as it became so heavy. He was so
    embarrassed as he stood there naked, his butt completely covered in
    shit. He asked if we could stop so that he could change, but the group
    kept moving. A few boys stayed with him for moral support, if you will,
    including Tony, Bryce, Nathan and myself. He seemed to be appreciative
    of our presence and the fact that we weren't laughing at his plight
    unlike some of the boys--most of them from the older age group-- who
    expressed amusement over this boy's situation before disappearing over
    the next crest of the treacherous trail.
    	The boy took off his backpack and grabbed a diaper out of it.
    	"Mind if one of us changes you?" Tony asked the boy.
    	"I can do it myself," he replied. "But thanks anyway," he added
    to indicate that he appreciated the offer. He looked up at Tony and
    noted that his diaper as well as mine and Nathan's were still holding
    up and only showing minor signs of leakage.
    	"What kind of diapers are those?" the hapless, naked, dirty and
    smelly boy asked the three of us who were fortunate enough to be
    wearing Thickies diapers.
    	"They're called Thickies," I volunteered to answer. "I won't wear
    anything else anymore."
    	"Well, they're certainly thick," the boy said as he paused for a
    breath. "They must hold a lot."
    	"They do," I said. "But even now, I'm afraid mine is about to
    burst and fall off like yours did," I said.
    	"Can I trade you one of your diapers for mine?" he asked. I knew
    he was desperate, but after he asked if he could wear one of the
    diapers I saw his penis go from limp to stiff when Tony offered to let
    him wear one in exchange for a diaper of his own.
    	"Thanks!" the boy said as she looked over the Thickies diaper
    before trying to clean himself up on the thirty-degree slope of the
    trail. He only cleaned himself up enough to get the excess poop wiped
    off of his buttocks and out of his crotch before putting the Thickies
    diaper on himself. It was a little big on him as he was only ten or
    eleven and smaller than Tony, but he pulled the tapes tightly enough to
    get it to fit tightly and securely.
    	"Thanks!" the boy said again as Tony took his hand and helped him
    to stand up.
    	"Any time," Tony said. "What's your name?"
    	"Richard," he said. "You can call me Rich," he said. The rest of
    us introduced ourselves.
    	"We'd better get going and catch up with the others," I said. We
    put our backpacks back on and tried to run up to the top of the next
    hill, hoping that the group would have stopped and waited. The trail
    hit a straightaway and there was no sign of the rest of the group at
    all. We were stopped for at least ten minutes and had a lot of catching
    up to do. With the exception of Rich, we all had to try running as fast
    as we could with the heavy packs and wearing soggy, shit-heavy diapers.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 42
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    	"Where the hell are they?" I asked. Of course this was a
    rhetorical question and I didn't really expect anyone to answer.
    	"They're up that way I hope," Tony said as he pointed to the
    trail ahead of us.
    	"Not too many places to go around here," Bryce commented. Given
    the narrow trail that we were on, he was right.
    	"Well, come on, let's hurry; they're probably waiting for us," I
    said. It seemed that somehow everyone thought I was the leader, so I
    more or less assumed this role.
    	The trail kept climbing, each turn looked the same as the last--
    endless trees on each side, but no signs of meeting up with the rest of
    our group. Suddenly we reached a fork in the trail.
    	"Shit, now where do we go?" I asked as we stopped and
    contemplated the fifty-fifty odds. We tried to figure out which of the
    two trails was likely to lead to the summit. We looked at the ground to
    see which trail appeared to have more footprints on it. While this was
    a fairly reliable indicator, we knew that the rest of the boys were on
    the trail heading to the right when we noticed that there were poop
    droppings on the ground, an indication that somebody else's diaper
    didn't hold up for the duration of the hike.
    	"They had to have gone this way," I said.
    	"No shit?" Richard said incredulously. "How do you know?"
    	"Well, the answer in this case is 'yes shit,'" I said as I
    pointed to the ground. It was indeed, fresh poop and it had to have
    come from one of the boys. As intimately familiar as I was with my own
    poop that I put in my diapers, I was no expert in scatology, but I
    still knew that they weren't animal droppings on the ground.
    	We hurried as fast as we could to try catching up with the rest
    of the group. We were surprised how much distance they had to have
    gained in the ten minutes we stopped. Everyone was starting to feel
    pooped, both in terms of fatigue and definitely in terms of in their
    diapers. I was starting to get weary. I took another drink from my
    canteen, but this only provided momentary relief. It was only going to
    wind up as pee in wherever there was room for it in my very soaked
    diaper, anyway.
    	Bryce had just pooped in his diaper some more. Which proved to be
    its undoing, literally. I had watched him try to walk up the trail in
    that overloaded diaper. Never had I seen him load a diaper so much. He
    was in desperate need of a diaper change like all of us except for
    Rich. His diaper had been dripping pee and poop, and after awhile it
    buckled under the weight of its content and fell off of him!
    	Bryce was embarrassed and even crying that he had lost his
    diaper. He looked just like Rich did a few minutes ago-- naked and
    very, very dirty.
    	"So do we let Bryce change and fall farther behind, or do we just
    keep going and hope to catch up with the others?"
    	"We'd better catch up with them; hopefully they'll send someone
    back to check on us," I said.
    	"I'd like to change into a clean diaper," Bryce said.
    	"Well, you're not going to be able to clean up very well, and the
    minute you put a diaper on it's going to be dirty right away since it's
    going to soak up all that poopy mess all over your butt," I said to
    him.
    	"I can't believe this happened," Bryce said, trying to appear
    mature in front of the other boys with whom he wasn't very acquainted,
    but failing to do so as he shed a couple tears.
    	"Could be worse," I said as I tried to comfort him. "We're up in
    the mountains, where nobody sees us, except maybe a deer, and they
    don't give a shit. It's not like you're in the middle of downtown."
    	"Yeah, I guess so," he said.
    	We were losing all that we may have gained in trying to catch up
    with the rest of the group and we had to get going. Bryce had to roll
    up his diaper and tote it around in his backpack as there were very
    strict regulations regarding littering along the trail. Bryce's entire
    diaper was so full of piss and shit that when he rolled it up he got
    piss and shit all over his hands. He just tossed it into the pack and
    zipped it back up. He hiked naked and dripped little pooplings behind
    him here and there while the rest of us still endured the discomfort of
    wearing overused diapers. As Bryce wasn't encumbered by this
    impediment, he was able to move ahead of us. I looked at his butt as
    the slimy poop that coated his entire backside glistened in the sun. He
    was about a hundred feet ahead of us when he shouted, "hey guys! I see
    them!"
    	We all ran to catch up to him. I could feel my diaper trying to
    come off as its weight was more than what even a Thickies diaper was
    designed to carry, and had it not been for the super strong tapes that
    they use, I would have likely been bare-poopy-ass naked just like
    Bryce.
    	As I looked ahead I could see a line of diapered butts that stood
    out in the shadows of the dense forest. I knew they weren't white-
    tailed deer, but rather, white-tailed boys. Apparently one of them
    acknowledged us and said to the group that we were coming. With this,
    we all ran as fast as we could. In doing so, one of the other boys lost
    his diaper and had to hold it around his loins. He was leaking pee and
    poop everywhere. It was running down his legs. His socks were soaked in
    brown, juicy shit.
    	Finally, we caught up with the others. By the looks of the other
    boys, they were all in desperate need of a diaper change. In fact, at
    least a dozen other boys either voluntarily took off their diapers and
    took the rest of the hike naked, or their diapers gave out on them and
    buckled under the weight and the strain of over half a day's worth of
    pee and poop. Nobody in the camp was a light wetter or messer, at least
    nobody in the hiking group was.
    	"How far to the top?" one kid asked, tired and desperate for a
    diaper change as we all were.
    	"It's a little ways still, but we'll be stopping soon to clean up
    and change, take a break, have something to eat," Kevin told us. He
    looked around and seemed to be satisfied that we were all so soaking
    wet and dirty. We then continued on. From where we were I could see a
    series of waterfalls in the distance, up on the next ledge, which the
    trail would lead us to.
    	"That's our stopping point, boys," Troy said as he pointed to the
    waterfalls.
    	"Those are hot springs up there," he explained. "We're fortunate
    for Mother Nature to have provided us a shower stall; this is where
    we'll stop and let you boys clean up and re-diaper yourselves, or each
    other, whichever your preference is. Then we'll eat some lunch, rest
    up, and then head back to the camp."
    	I didn't think we'd ever reach the designated stopping point, but
    I was glad to see that we finally did. Everyone was hungry, thirsty,
    tired, and very wet and poopy. We sat down on fallen logs, rocks,
    anything that served as a seat as we all rested.
    	"Congratulations, boys, you made it," Troy said to us.
    	"I am such a mess!" I said to Tony.
    	"I'm not exactly freshly changed myself," he said.
    	"None us are," Bryce commented. Looking around at all the other
    boys who still had diapers on, their diapers couldn't have possibly
    gotten any more dirty. Everyone had a solid brown stain that spanned
    his entire diaper seat, and the fronts of everyone's diapers were
    heavily tainted and swollen in yellow urine. It really stank as the
    smells of thirty unchanged-diaper-wearing boys surrounded me.
    	Even my Thickies diaper was starting to leak. I looked at Tony,
    Bryce and Nathan and their diapers were starting to show signs of
    strain as well, but at least our butts were still white for the most
    part. Because of the extra absorption capacity of our diapers, they
    were especially bulky-looking, and as heavy as they felt, I could see
    why such strong tape had to be used in order to support the weight.
    	After having seen how well our diapers held up over the course of
    the hike, a lot of the boys were interested in what kind of diapers the
    three of us "Thickies" boys were wearing. Many of them took a look at
    how much thicker and higher the diapers went up on us, comparing them
    to their own diapers and wishing they were wearing what we had on. They
    commented on how much better our diapers held up than theirs did,
    acknowledging that they looked at us and noted that we didn't have as
    much leakage, to say nothing of the fact that our diapers stayed on in
    the first place.
    	Some of the boys even offered to trade our Thickies diapers for
    their conventional diapers, but without any incentive to do so and that
    we were on limited supplies, we had to tell the boys that we wouldn't
    trade. The boys did ask us, however, where to get the diapers, and of
    course, Tony and I told them. Hopefully this would mean some extra
    business for Kidz Klothez the day after we got home from camp.
    	After having rested up for a little bit, Mike got our attention
    and he told those of us who still had our diapers on to take them off,
    toss them in the garbage can that had been provided by the Forest
    Service for hikers to use. After this we were to then go over to the
    hot springs nearby and clean ourselves up. There was also another hot
    springs down a little ways farther that also had a large pool of warm
    water at the base of the springs. This would give us a chance to have
    some fun and go skinny dipping for a few minutes. For the sake of
    keeping the water in the pool clean, we were told to only use the
    closest springs for cleaning off and the other one for swimming in. I'm
    sure none of us would have a problem with that, lest we be swimming in
    each other's shit.
    	I undid the tapes of my diaper, tearing it in the process as the
    diaper hit the ground and sprayed piss-laced shit all over mine, Tony's
    and Nathan's legs upon its impact. Tony's diaper did the same thing
    when he removed it. Our socks were sprayed with shit and we would need
    to change these as well. Tony and I carried our diapers over to the
    garbage and threw them in with the other diapers. What a vile smell
    that garbage can was! I felt sorry for whoever had the job of
    collecting the garbage along the hiking trails around here, especially
    when Camp Branson was in session.
    	"Your ass is such a mess, Chris!" Tony said.
    	"So is yours," I said, seeing that a solid swath of poop coated
    literally every square inch of his butt and then some. In fact, every
    single boy heading towards the hot springs was brown-butted. Nathan and
    Bryce had already walked over to the springs. I saw them standing naked
    and letting the water pour over them, cleaning them off. Tony and I
    joined them a couple minutes later. Even though the water was warm, it
    was still a very refreshing feeling after being so hot, sweaty and
    stinky for the last couple hours. As there was so much of the naturally
    heated water coming out of the rocks above, I was instantly cleaned of
    my messy bottom as was Tony. The combination of the warm water pouring
    over my body and especially my genitals, and the site of all the other
    naked, wet boys made me get an instant hard-on. I tried to avoid it,
    but I couldn't help it when my dick got stiff from such tactile and
    visual stimulation. I was relieved to see that Tony and most of the
    other boys were sporting erections, too.
    	After the shower, we all decided to go down to the other springs
    and do some skinny-dipping. It felt funny to be running around outdoors
    completely naked. I wasn't even used to being naked for this long since
    I was in heavy, thick diapers all of the time except for a few minutes
    at a time during diaper changes and during showers at home. My biggest
    concern wasn't that I felt insecure about letting other boys see me
    without clothes on as much as the fact that without diapers, I could
    pee and poop at any time and I needed the protection. In fact, one boy
    started pooping while walking over to the pool. I was glad he didn't
    get in the water before this happened. I hoped that I wouldn't have an
    accident in the water in spite of the fact that it was a steady stream
    that replenished itself.
    	Tony, Bryce, Nathan, Richard and I all gathered together in one
    corner of the natural swimming pool as it was. The water was only three
    feet deep where we were and it splashed down into a stream that led to
    a nearby creek. The warm water felt good and relaxing.
    	Nathan suddenly jumped out of the water and stood at the edge of
    the pool. He held onto his penis and began peeing over the rocks.
    	"I didn't want to piss in the water," he said. "Everybody's
    swimming in it."
    	I was afraid that I would do worse than have a sudden need to
    piss, and as it turned out, I had a bowel movement while I was sitting
    there in the water. The water was clear enough to see the bottom of the
    pool-- green with moss and algae from the warm water-- until I pooped
    at which point a big, brown cloud suddenly formed around me. Everyone
    got out of the pool when they saw what I had done and stood at the
    edge, waiting for the tainted water to dissipate. By this time, we were
    told to head back to the main trail and get ourselves re-diapered for
    the hike back.
    	Just as we had done back at the camp, Tony diapered me and I
    diapered Tony. As I expected, Bryce and Nathan reciprocated each
    other's diaper changing duties as well. In fact, most of the boys
    relied on another partner to change their diapers. It was either this,
    or that it was just more satisfying to let someone else handle your
    diaper change, which I certainly felt was more satisfying.
    	Before we headed back to the camp, we sat around and ate our
    lunches, consisting of granola snacks and other high-protein foods. We
    even had a campfire going so that we could roast hot dogs. By this time
    everybody was rested up, diapered and ready to make the long hike back
    to the camp.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 43
    ---------------------------

    	The hike back to camp seemed longer even though most of it was
    downhill. Some of us underestimated our supplies and were out of food,
    water and diapers. Along the way we did happen upon a large group of
    girl campers who were coming up the trail, just as we had been told
    that this might happen. Being gentleboys, we all stepped to the side
    and let the girls pass through. The girls said hello and smiled. They
    all had on short shorts, but their thighs were not as exposed as ours
    were since we had no shorts on at all. Many of them giggled as they
    stared at us all standing there in our diapers. A few of them were
    grossed out when they realized how bad some of us smelled. Some of the
    boys had poop leaking out the backs of their diapers. Just to make sure
    the girls could get a good glimpse of my well-diapered butt I bent over
    to tie my shoe as they went by us, although it didn't need to be tied
    until I untied it on purpose. I estimated that there had to have been
    about fifty of these girls. I could only imagine what they would say as
    soon as one of them lifted the lid on that garbage can by the hot
    springs.
    	We were all tired, sore, hungry, thirsty, sunburned, scratched
    and scraped, dirty, insect-bitten, and most of all, our diapers were in
    need of changing again and we all stank. Some of the boys didn't make
    it back with their diapers still on. The boys in the camp were quite
    amused seeing some of us returning bare naked and our butts covered
    with poop. Some of the "veteran" boys at the camp had been on the hike
    in previous years and were glad to see it happening to someone else
    instead of them. Luckily for Tony, Nathan, and me, we all had our
    Thickies diapers on us to last for the rest of the hike.
    	We went down to the lake to clean ourselves up. We just simply
    stripped off our diapers and walked into the water. The water was
    already murky from mud and other sediment. We spread ourselves out so
    that everyone's poop wouldn't become too concentrated in one area. Upon
    leaving the water we put on clean diapers on and returned to the camp.
    By this time evening had set in. We had dinner and then, in the grand
    tradition of summer camps all around, we gathered around the campfire
    and roasted marshmallows and sang songs, all of us in just our diapers-
    - except, of course, for Billy. Of course he insisted we sing a few
    hymns, but nobody but he knew any of the words to most of them.
    	When we returned to our cabin, I was ready to lie down at last to
    relax and rest my sore and aching muscles. Tony gave me a backrub and
    then I did the same for him, which of course afforded me another chance
    to stare at his diapered butt for several minutes. I had a good feeling
    that he enjoyed looking at my diapered butt while giving me a backrub
    as well.
    	After we had a chance to rest up I let the other boys read copies
    of my diaper stories that I brought along. Nathan liked the stories and
    giggled when he told us that reading them gave him a woodie. The
    stories were passed around and read by all the other boys, except, of
    course, for Billy, who read of his Scriptures instead. I didn't have a
    problem with that and I respected his reading preferences, just as long
    as he kept it to himself and minded his own business.
    	After awhile the other boys got to talking about things like
    peeing and pooping in their diapers as well as jacking off and changing
    other boys' diapers, the different types of diapers that we all wore,
    the different people who changed us and dealt with our stinky butts all
    the time. In a nutshell we talked about things that were inherently
    arousing to any boy who enjoyed wearing diapers. We had a common bond
    and it put us at ease to talk about it. We talked about the scenes that
    I wrote about in the stories, and I even encouraged some of the other
    boys to try writing some stories of their own, which they planned to do
    when they got home, promising to mail me copies as they got them
    written. I sensed that I was forming some good friendships with the
    other boys, even if I would only remain in contact with them through
    mail, seeing them only once a year at the camp if they and I came back.
    	Even after the lights went off for the night we continued to talk
    about diapers, making up impromptu stories and just being plain silly.
    Those of us who were old enough to do so began jerking off in our
    diapers.
    	Billy remained silent up to this point. When he decided that he
    could take no more of this "vulgar and obscene" language about us
    wearing diapers, he spoke up. He told us that we were committing sin
    and that we would be punished for engaging in the "pleasures of the
    flesh", as he called it. We all blew him off and continued to tell
    dirty jokes and get away with things that we could never say in front
    of our parents. Billy, however, wasn't our parents, but he acted like
    he was trying to be.
    	Jonny, who was the most outspoken in his annoyance over Billy's
    unsolicited evangelism, outright said to Billy, "shut up, or I'm going
    to shove your Bible up your ass!"
    	Billy, whose strong religious devotion gave him a more peaceable
    disposition, showed no reaction to Jonny's threat. Instead, he asked
    Jonny, "have you thought about being saved yet?"
    	"Yeah, I have," Jonny said. Billy's face expressed exuberance,
    albeit only briefly.
    	"I hope my parents or somebody comes in here and saves me from
    going insane listening to you preach all the time!"
    	"Think about it, your only way to Heaven is through Him," Billy
    said.
    	"Look, I know what I believe, and I'm tired of it!" Jonny said.
    	"I'll keep you in my prayers," Billy said.
    	"You do that!" Jonny said. At about this time Kevin made his
    rounds and told us to quiet down. This, however, didn't signal an end
    to the day's activities.
    	I had been sleeping soundly until this evening's double-helping
    of beans caught up with me. I woke up with gas pains in my stomach and
    an incredible need to fart, so, along with a good load of poop, I
    relieved myself of the pressure building up inside of me. Having put on
    the Thickies cloth diaper that Lisa was kind enough to include in my
    bag, this helped to muffle the sound, but did little for the smell, not
    that it mattered since the cabin smelled of dirty diapers and
    flatulence anyway.
    	Before I could get to sleep, I heard one of the boys stirring. He
    got out of his bed and then rummaged through his stuff. I quietly sat
    up and watched. I could tell it was Jonny. I tried to figure out what
    he was doing. He went over to the corner where Billy's bed was located.
    Billy was snoring and in a deep sleep. Jonny slowly pulled back the
    covers that were on top of Billy. At first I thought he was going to
    scare Billy awake or do something to stop his infernal snoring, but
    whatever he was doing, he was very stealthy and quiet about it. A
    couple minutes later I realized that Jonny had successfully removed
    Billy's sweat pants without waking him! Apparently Billy was a very
    sound sleeper, and with this, the successful removal of Billy's sweat
    pants left him to lie in his bed wearing only his diaper, just like the
    rest of us were.
    	I was silently cheering Jonny, amazed that he could pull off such
    a stunt, literally "pull off." I was glad to see that justice was being
    served, and hopefully Billy would cease his preaching to the rest of us
    after this. I continued to watch Jonny as he groped around the floor
    apparently looking for Jonny's shorts.
    	I was too excited to go back to sleep, so I decided to offer some
    help. I reached underneath my bed and grabbed my flashlight and then I
    got up. I slowly walked over to Jonny. My Thickies cloth diaper helped
    to silence the disposable diaper that I was wearing underneath. When
    Jonny heard the floor creak, he knew that I was up.
    	"Want some help?" I whispered to Jonny. I then handed him the
    flashlight so he could find what he was after.
    	"Thanks," he said in the quietest whisper possible.
    	Without saying a word, we both crouched down to the floor and
    shone the flashlight underneath Billy's bed where he would not detect
    its beam. We found his shorts and I grabbed them while Jonny wielded
    the flashlight. He then directed the light over to Billy's backpack,
    indicating that he wanted to get any other shorts that Billy had with
    him. While Jonny shone the light on his backpack, I rummaged through
    it, moving several notebooks full of Billy's scripture notes out of the
    way to uncover one other pairs of shorts, as well as his socks. I left
    the socks behind, but the shorts were going with us. I wasn't sure what
    Jonny had in mind, but I knew that his intentions were to get back at
    Billy, seeing that modesty was Billy's greatest weakness.
    	With two pairs of Billy's shorts in my hand and with his sweats
    and my flashlight in Jonny's hands, Jonny turned off the flashlight and
    headed towards the door. So far, so good. We were as quiet as a mouse,
    assuming that mice didn't fart. The silence was broken when I let out a
    long, sustained fart along with more runny poop. My Thickies cloth
    diaper could only do so much to mute my farts.
    	"Dammit!" I thought. "Now Billy's gonna wake up and catch us!"
    	While Billy remained asleep, Tony and Bryce were awakened by my
    butt blast as my rear end was right above them. Vic was also awakened.
    Jonny shone the flashlight into Vic's face. Vic shielded his eyes from
    the beam.
    	"What are you guys doing?" Vic asked.
    	"Shh!" Jonny shushed Vic. He then silently gestured to Vic, Tony
    and Bryce to stay put and to be quiet. Jonny and I stood at the door.
    If opened slowly, it would squeak loudly, so Jonny grabbed hold of the
    knob and swiftly swung the door all the way open. Jonny then told me to
    stay put a moment as he went back into the cabin and went over to Tony.
    	"If Billy wakes up and realizes his pants are missing, don't tell
    him a thing, okay?" Jonny said as he whispered to Tony.
    	"Okay," Tony said, trying not to laugh.
    	We were finally out of the cabin, ready to do whatever Jonny had
    in mind. We had to speak very softly as we didn't want to wake anyone
    in the other cabins. We kept our mouths quiet, but both of us were
    still passing gas from the beans and our butts were doing more talking
    than we would have liked.
    	"Keep it down!" Jonny said as I blasted a fart that covered an
    entire octave over two seconds.
    	"Sorry, can I help it if I got the farts?" I said as I let out
    another fart, albeit shorter and quieter, but just as smelly.
    	We walked through the camp in the dark, trying to keep quiet as
    we listened to the crickets chirping and the crinkling sounds of our
    diapers, though of course, my diaper made less noise with the Thickies
    cloth diaper over the disposable. The moon was past its full stage but
    it still gave us enough light to see where we were going without the
    flashlight. Our white diapers allowed us to see where each of us was in
    the moonlight.
    	We walked away from the cabins and past the main facilities
    building, over to the driveway that led out of the camp. At the end of
    the driveway was the flagpole, only that it had no flag.
    	"Aww, not the flagpole!" I said, trying to suppress his laughter.
    "That is so cliché!"
    	"It's still funny," Jonny said. "Besides, just think of how Billy
    will react when he finds out that he has nothing to wear over his
    diapers!"
    	We were both laughing at this point. Apparently Jonny had raised
    a few flags in his time as he knew what he was doing when he attached
    Billy's sweatpants to the rope while I held my flashlight and shone it
    so he could see what he was doing. With the gibbous moon in front of us
    we saw the silhouette of Billy's sweatpants against the night sky
    heading up to about thirty feet in the air. A light wind made the pants
    legs flap around a little.
    	We were barely able to contain our laughter as we watched two
    sets of pants legs waving in the wind. We were farting and shitting our
    diapers as we gathered around the flagpole and looked at Billy's pants
    so high above us.
    	"It won't last long, since someone's gonna take them down when
    they see them," I said.
    	"I've got that taken care of, too," Jonny said as he took a key
    from the base of the flagpole and held it up.
    	"They left the key in here!" Jonny said. "How conveen-nient!" he
    added, imitating the voice of the Church Lady from Saturday Night Live,
    ironic, as it was the Church Boy we were dealing with.
    	"Well isn't that special!" I said, also imitating the same
    character's voice.
    	"Hey, that's not bad!" Jonny remarked.
    	"Thanks," I said. "What are you going to do with the key?" I
    asked Jonny.
    	"Well, since nobody's diapers have any pockets, I guess we'll
    have to use the pocket on Billy's other shorts," he said. He took both
    of the pairs I was holding and he stuck the key in the pocket of one of
    them.
    	"Where are we going now?" I asked.
    	"Follow me," Jonny said. "And don't say a word!"
    	P-T-T-H-H-H-H! Out came another fart through my diapers.
    	"That goes for your butt, too," he added.
    	He led me back over to the cabins. We went to a cabin where some
    of the older boys were sleeping. I was wondering what Jonny was
    thinking, but I didn't want to get caught, and thus I maintained
    silence. Jonny told me to stay at a distance while he went up to the
    cabin. I stood and watched as he took both pairs of shorts and then, he
    suddenly opened the door to the cabin, tossed both pairs inside and
    then shut the door. He then started running back to me where we were
    out of earshot of the other boys sleeping.
    	"Okay, back to the cabin, but don't run," Jonny said.
    	"Why not?" I asked, thinking at this point this was the only
    sensible thing to do.
    	"If you run, then you'll be huffing and puffing when you get back
    to our cabin, and Billy might hear us come back in," Jonny explained.
    	"Oh yeah, good thinking," I said. "How do you know to do all
    this?" I asked Jonny.
    	"Because I did it at another camp one time," he said. "This kid
    was making fun of me for wearing diapers, so I did the same thing, only
    that I didn't have to take his pants off in his sleep. Best of all
    somebody else got blamed for it!"
    	I figured it out. Jonny had planned it so that the kids from the
    other cabin would look like they were responsible as Billy's shorts
    would be in the cabin along with the key to the flagpole.
    	"So why them?" I asked. "What did they do?"
    	"A couple of the kids in there are assholes," Jonny said. "Two of
    them go to my school and they're real pricks. They think they're so
    cool because they're going on the football team next year. They told me
    that if I ever tell anyone that they wear diapers, they'll kick the
    crap out of me, never mind the fact that they tell everyone at school
    that I wear diapers."
    	"I thought all diaper wearers were cool," I said.
    	"There's always a few assholes in any group," Jonny said. "I also
    found out that one of the kids in there is also going around the camp
    preaching to people and shit," Jonny added.
    	"Sounds like he and Billy ought to get together," I said.
    	"Actually, here's the best part," Jonny said. He paused for a
    moment as he tried to stifle his laughter.
    	"He and Billy are with different churches, and they're competing
    against each other, trying to see who can win over the most converts!"
    	"This will be good!" I said.
    	Jonny and I laughed some more about what we had done, and then we
    quietly returned to the cabin and got back into our beds. Billy never
    suspected a thing, that is, until morning.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 44
    ---------------------------

    	I couldn't wait until Billy woke up to discover that his sweat
    pants were missing from his body, and missing altogether. It wasn't
    long before I heard him stirring to a rude awakening.
    	"What?" I heard him exclaim as he threw back the covers. In my
    imagination I pictured him looking down at his bare legs and his
    presumably wet diaper. He was panicking. "My pants! My pants! What
    happened to my pants?!"
    	I didn't have the best view, so I couldn't see what was happening
    without drawing too much attention to myself. Nathan was able to see
    everything, so according to his account of what he had observed, Billy
    threw the covers off the bed and looked all around his mattress for his
    sweat pants, ignoring the fact that he was fully exposing his diapers
    to everyone who was awake to see it, and by that time, with all the
    noise Billy was making, everyone was awake.
    	As Billy was preoccupied, he didn't see us all laughing at his
    pantlessness predicament and trying to keep ourselves quiet. He had
    gotten up from his bed. He wrapped the sheets around him he lifted his
    mattress, and then looked underneath the bed.
    	"All right!" he demanded. "Who did it?"
    	"Did what?" Vic asked innocently.
    	"Somebody took my pants off of me in my sleep last night!" Billy
    stated angrily. It was taking everything I had to keep from bursting
    into a fit of hysterical cackling. Jonny was snickering, too, also
    barely able to contain his amusement.
    	By this time we were all sitting up and awake. Billy was looking
    at every one of us. I managed to keep a straight face, perhaps because
    I was so fearful of getting caught.
    	"Now come on, I know it was one of you guys!" Billy yelled.
    	"Can you prove it?" Jake asked.
    	"I will," he said. "Who else would have done it?"
    	"Maybe it was some kid from another cabin," Jonny said.
    	"It *had* to have been one of *you* guys!" Billy insisted. "Who
    did it?! I wanna know who! Right now!"
    	"I dunno."
    	"Don't look at me."
    	"You got me."
    	"Was not I."
    	"Wasn't me."
    	"Me, neither."
    	"Beats the hell out of me!" Tony said, knowing that Billy would
    take offense to this word.
    	"Don't say that word," Billy admonished Tony.
    	"Beats the *heck* out of me!" Tony said in a sarcastic way, which
    he then followed by doing a mock jerking-off motion with his hand above
    his diaper.
    	"I want to know who did this!" Billy demanded again.
    	"Fuck if I know," I said deliberately, as I let out a little
    snicker.
    	"You did it, Chris!" Billy said as he pointed right at me.
    	"No I didn't!" I said adamantly, resenting his sudden accusation.
    	"You were the last one to deny it," he said.
    	"That doesn't mean shit," I said. Err, excuse me, it doesn't mean
    *poop!* Besides, I was the last one you *asked!*"
    	"Then why were you laughing?" Billy asked me, as if I were on the
    witness stand. This got the other boys laughing, too, thus making Jonny
    and me appear less culpable.
    	"Remember, the Bible says, "Thou shalt not bear false witness!'"
    Billy said.
    	"Okay, then by telling us that we should not lie, by *you*
    accusing *me* of doing it, you are, in essence, lying yourself, Billy;
    or, as you prefer to say it, bearing false witness." I said this ever
    so eloquently, much to the approval of the other boys. While I was an
    accomplice, I didn't really do it, thus logically freeing myself from
    blame.
    	"I'm going to find out, and when I do, I will make sure whoever
    it is will be punished for it," he said.
    	"Ooohh," a couple of the boys said.
    	Billy resigned himself to the fact that he had nothing at all to
    wear over his diaper. Everybody had seen that the diaper was all Billy
    was wearing, not to mention that it sagged in the rear from wetness as
    well as poop. Taking leave of his modesty, Billy bent down and gave us
    an impressive view of his poop-filled diaper-butt. He rummaged through
    his bag, presumably to get his shorts. We knew it wouldn't be long
    before he raised hell, err, uhh, I mean raised heck, over this.
    	"Darn it!" Billy said as he threw his bag to the floor. This was
    the closest any of us had ever heard him come to actually swearing.
    	"My shorts are missing, too!" he said. "Why did you guys do this
    to me?"
    	"Who says *we* did it?" Jonny asked him. "And if one of us did,
    then it serves you right!"
    	"Yeah, we're tired of you preaching to us all the time!" Nathan
    said.
    	"Do you guys not believe in God?" Billy asked, almost crying.
    	"Yeah, of course we do...well, at least I do," I said.
    	"You don't set a very good example," Billy said. "You swear, and
    you talk about vulgar things."
    	"Shit, Billy, we all swear and talk about dirty and nasty things,
    like how big and thick white diapers covering my butt and my crotch and
    my stomach make me want to masturbate when I think about how I look in
    them and how other boys look in them, and how good they feel padding me
    up so much, and how messy I like to make my diapers, how I like it when
    my stinky, smelly shit runs all over my butt and up my crotch past my
    balls and around my hard dick while I'm jacking off in my wet and shit-
    filled diaper, so that my two sisters can clean it all up when I'm done
    and ready for them," I said, having gotten carried away with making my
    point. "It's a natural function of the human body, as is the desire to
    jerk off, and God made our bodies do these very things for a purpose,
    so what's wrong with having some fun and talking about it?"
    	"He didn't intend us to derive pleasure from these things," Billy
    said. He then continued on and began preaching.
    	"You don't understand, Chris. Being a Christian, and being a
    believer doesn't just mean not doing certain things, especially the
    activities you seem to indulge in, and indulgence is actually several
    sins. I might add. It's greed, lust and gluttony, all in one. But it's
    not just that, Chris. It means practicing your faith-- going to church,
    reading the Bible, praying-- when was the last time you did any of
    this?"
    	"Why does it matter to you?" I asked Billy. "I'm happy with who I
    am. I'm a diaper-crazed boy and I'm fucking damn proud of it. If anyone
    doesn't like it then can kiss my poop-smothered diapered-up ass and eat
    my shit-filled diapers!"
    	Billy looked at me in stunned astonishment. After a few seconds I
    asked him, "now why does it matter to you that this is how I am?"
    	"Because I really think you can do much better to serve our
    Lord," he said.
    	"Look, Billy, I know I don't do all that church stuff, but that's
    just me, sorry. "I just don't like it when guys like you try to make a
    big thing out of it."
    	"Well, it *is* a big thing!" Billy said defensively.
    	"Well, then have some respect for the rest of us!" I said. "If we
    don't want to hear you preach, then take a hint and back off!"
    	"Then you have some respect for me, which includes the language
    you use around me. So you're a diaper-crazed boy. You make a big deal
    out of this, too, you act like you worship your diapers, you idolize
    them, and I don't like it one bit."
    	"Okay, then we're even! I'll lay off the diaper talk around you,
    and you can lay off the preaching, deal?"
    	A moment of silence passed as Billy and I stared at each other.
    The silence was unbearable, broken only by the wind blowing through the
    trees, so I had to say something.
    	"Which of us do you think is more popular here, Billy? In other
    words, do you think these boys would rather listen to me talk about
    diapers, or listen to you talk about religion? What do you think they
    came here for? I'd say let's take a vote."
    	With this, I asked the boys to raise their hands on which of us
    they would rather listen to. The "vote" was unanimously in my favor,
    not that I had my doubts. Billy realized that he had nothing else to
    say in regards to this matter. He still didn't agree to my proposed
    truce, so instead he just changed the subject.
    	"Let's find my pants, they're maroon-colored," he said.
    	Everybody looked underneath their beds, knowing full well that
    they would not find Billy's sweat pants anywhere.
    	"They're not here, I'm telling you," Craig said. Billy looked out
    the windows to see if they had been tossed outside, but of course I
    knew this wasn't the case.
    	"Look, somebody else could have come in here last night and taken
    them," Nathan said.
    	"Oh right, like somebody just came in here and found my bag, dug
    through it, then found my shorts, then took off my pants, and walked
    out with them," Billy said.
    	"Well, you know, I did hear the door open last night," Vic said.
    It was true. The door *did*, in fact, open last night, just that we
    weren't about to say who it was.
    	"Did you see who it was?" Billy asked Vic.
    	"No," he said.
    	"Did any of you guys get up overnight?" Billy asked.
    	"What for?" Aaron asked. "To take a piss? Yeah right, I don't
    think so, considering we all wear diapers," he said.
    	"Maybe somebody heard a bear," Craig said.
    	"And you brought your shotgun, too, just in case, right?" Billy
    said sarcastically.
    	"Okay, so maybe it wasn't one of you," Billy said in resignation.
    "But I'm going to search under everyone's bed and under everyone's
    mattress and I am going to check every one of your bags, too," he said.
    	"Go right ahead," I said confidently as I tossed him my bag. He
    looked through it, and very thoroughly, too. He stopped for a moment
    and grabbed one of my diaper stories and started reading it.
    	"Oh, so you *do* like my stories, eh?" I said. What a damn
    hypocrite, I thought to myself.
    	"No! I don't!" he said as he tore the page.
    	"Hey! Don't you go destroying my stuff, asshole!" I said as I
    charged towards him. I pushed him off the bed and wrestled with him on
    the floor.
    	"This is evil!" he said. "This kind of vile, perverted trash is
    the work of the devil!" he said.
    	"Well, so is you destroying *my* property!" I said as I snatched
    my bag back from him as well as the story pages that hadn't been ripped
    yet. I had a big, gassy fart already loaded in the chamber, so to
    speak, so when I turned around I stuck my butt towards him while he was
    still on the floor and I gave him a little taste, or shall I say a
    smell, of what I thought of him. The other boys thought this was funny.
    My fart came out really wet and juicy as my diaper was already loaded
    up with shit that the fart had to penetrate through.
    	At this point, Kevin came by to wake us up, but upon peeking in
    and seeing that we were already awake, he just kept going to the next
    cabin.
    	"Wait! Kevin! Come back here!" Billy shouted, trying to get his
    attention, but he was already out of earshot. At this time we decided
    to change our diapers. While we were busy with doing this Billy
    continued looking throughout the cabin, asking to check all of our
    bags. He figured anyone who was guilty would not let him see the
    contents of bag, but everyone compliantly let him look, only for him to
    turn up nothing.
    	"What happened to my shorts? My pants?!" Billy cried again.
    	Jonny and I did all we could to keep from laughing and blowing
    our cover. By this time we were all dressed in clean diapers and T-
    shirts and the garbage can was full of wet and soiled diapers as it
    always was in the mornings. A few flies were already swarming around
    and feasting upon the succulent morsels of our bodily wastes. Billy was
    still wearing his old diaper, however, as he was still trying to find
    his clothes.
    	"You'd better change your diaper, Billy," Jake said, noting that
    his diaper was very well used. "Breakfast will be ready soon, if it
    isn't now."
    	At this point we all decided to head out of the cabin and walk
    over to the mess hall, leaving Billy behind.
    	"Hey guys!" Billy said. "Can I borrow some pants or shorts from
    someone?" he shouted at us. We all decided to keep going towards the
    mess hall without turning back to offer Billy any help. By the time we
    got to the mess hall and were seated for breakfast, Billy was still
    nowhere to be seen.
    	"Where's Billy?" Kevin asked us.
    	"Back at the cabin still, I guess," Craig said. Kevin then left
    to go check on him. The headmaster of the camp then spoke to us as a
    group as he always did in the morning to tell us what things we would
    be doing that day. This time, however, he had other things to say
    first. Jonny and I and the rest of us who shared the same cabin knew
    what it was about before he said anything, but of course we all kept
    quiet about it, especially as he was holding Billy's sweat pants.
    	"This morning I found that someone's sweat pants had been run up
    the flagpole," he opened as he held up the evidence in question.
    Everybody laughed as expected. The headmaster continued after the
    laughter had died down.
    	"I don't know which one of you did this, but if we find out who
    is responsible, then you will be dealt with accordingly," he said. "And
    we will leave it to your counselor to decide how to handle the
    situation. We are here to have fun and to get to know one another
    through your common bond, being that all of you wear diapers. Let's
    have some respect for other people's property, okay?"
    	After the other daily announcements were made, we went into the
    line to get breakfast. The line extended back towards the main office
    of the camp, which was where the lost and found was also located. While
    Tony and I were standing there, we saw Kevin escorting Billy to the
    lost and found. Billy had apparently changed his diaper since his butt
    wasn't sagging now. He looked highly embarrassed as he had to appear
    before the rest of the boys in the camp in just his diapers for the
    first time. I tried not to appear too conspicuous as I listened in on
    the dialog between Billy and Kevin.
    	"My shorts!" Billy exclaimed. With delight, he put them on right
    away, thus making his diapered appearance before the rest of us short-
    lived. He picked up the other pair and began folding it when suddenly,
    a gentle metallic clanging was heard coming from the concrete floor. It
    was the key to the flagpole.
    	"What's this?" Billy asked as he picked the key up. "How did that
    get in my pocket?"
    	"I don't know how it got there, but I do know that it's the key
    to the flagpole," Kevin said as he took the key from Billy's hand.
    "I'll go find out who turned your shorts in."
    	After Tony and I had gotten our trays filled, we went to sit down
    to eat with the other boys from our cabin. While we were sitting there
    eating our greasy food, we saw Billy still walking around with Kevin as
    they went up to the camp headmaster.
    	"Do you know where these shorts had been found?" Kevin asked the
    headmaster.
    	"Yeah, a counselor from cabin number five turned them in this
    morning," the headmaster said.
    	"These also belong to Billy. He thinks someone came into their
    cabin and took his shorts and got a hold of his pants and then ran them
    up the flagpole."
    	A moment later, the headmaster called everyone's attention again.
    	"Can I have all the boys from cabin number five meet with me
    outside," he said. He told them to finish what they had on their trays
    and then meet with him afterwards. The rest of the boys were also
    curious about this, so we all hung around to find out what was going to
    happen to the "culprits". Cabin number five was where Jonny had dropped
    off Billy's shorts with the flagpole key, the same cabin where the
    other "holy roller" was sleeping in as well as the two boys who were on
    Jonny's shitlist.
    	Billy was standing at the headmaster's side as he spoke to the
    ten boys from the cabin in question. The head counselor from cabin five
    was also standing with him.
    	"Billy's shorts were found in your cabin, and along with his
    shorts was the key to the flagpole, the same flagpole-- the only
    flagpole, in fact-- on which Billy's sweat pants were also found. I'd
    advise that whoever it is among your group to confess now and save your
    innocent cabin mates some trouble. Otherwise, all of you will be
    involved in what's to come."
    	Suddenly everyone became silent. Nobody was stepping forward to
    confess. The ten boys whom were brought to the headmaster's attention
    all looked at each other, confused, wondering who was the guilty one
    among them.
    	"All right, seeing that nobody is willing to come forward, it
    looks like all of you will be spending the day at camp without diapers,
    as per your counselor."
    	"Whoa, whoa, wait a minute!" one kid said. "What are we supposed
    to wear?"
    	"Well, since this is a diaper camp, we sometimes get a few boys
    here who don't think they have to wear diapers here all the time and
    they show up wearing underwear. We confiscate their underpants, and
    after two weeks of being in diapers, these boys don't bother trying to
    get their underwear back, so it winds up in the lost and found. We have
    amassed quite a collection that serves us well in times such as these
    when there are troublemakers among us."
    	"We're going to be wearing underwear?" one kid asked.
    	"I'm afraid so," their counselor said unsympathetically. He
    appeared to have a real attitude problem anyway and it made me glad he
    wasn't my counselor.
    	"I'll give you boys ten seconds for someone in your group to take
    this final chance to come forward and confess in case you don't want to
    bear the wrath of your cabin mates later on."
    	Nobody said a word. I was beginning to feel guilty for having
    even joined Jonny in his stunt at all, but I wasn't one to incriminate
    myself, either.
    	"Very well, take off your diapers, all of you," he said.
    	"Just them, right?" one kid from another cabin asked, worried
    that he had to take his diaper off, too.
    	"I'm only concerned with the boys in cabin five," he said.
    	The boys reluctantly removed their diapers in front of the rest
    of us. A couple of them had pooped their diapers, as this was indicated
    by the brown swaths in their diapers as well as the mess that covered
    their behinds. Other boys had simply wet their diapers, and some had
    apparently wasted a good diaper that never got used before being taken
    off. A couple minutes later there were ten boys naked from the waist
    down standing in front of the large group. I could tell that the other
    holy roller was very embarrassed as he cupped his hands over his
    genitals.
    	The headmaster returned with a box full of old boys' underpants.
    He dumped them out on the ground. The boys were told to pick a pair
    that would fit them. As most of these boys had likely never worn
    regular underwear in awhile if at all, they probably had no idea what
    size to wear. All I remember from my underwear days was that I had some
    size 8's as well as 10's that I would wear over the 8's whenever I
    tried to make a diaper out of several pairs of my underpants. I figured
    that if I were wearing underwear today a size 12 or 14 would do, but I
    haven't had to think about that for three and a half years now.
    	"We got all sizes here," their counselor said. "Some of them
    don't have labels on them, and they're all plain white-- sort of. In
    other words, don't go looking for any Barney or Ninja Turtle undies,
    cause we ain't got none of those. Oh, and don't bother looking for any
    that aren't already stained. You're all boys, and you know how good
    even the most toilet trained of boys are when it comes to keeping their
    underwear clean."
    	"We can't wear these!" one of the boys complained. "We'll leak
    all over!"
    	"That's the idea," their counselor said. "This is what happens
    when you break the rules of self-conduct around here."
    	"We didn't do anything! Honest!" one of the boys whined, but his
    pleas for clemency were in vain.
    	"Then the guilty party in your group should have confessed-- too
    late for that now."
    	I could plainly see two of the boys who were still naked and both
    of whom badly needed someone to wipe their butts. I was excited by the
    sight of this. These boys were trying to clean themselves up.
    	"If you need a change, don't worry about it. It won't make any
    difference, since all of you should be a big and smelly mess by the
    time we reach the top of the mountain," their counselor said.
    	"What? You mean we're going on a hike like this?" one of the more
    obnoxious boys protested. "Like this?" He tugged at the waistband of
    the underwear he just put on. His poop was wet and I could see that it
    had soaked into the seat of his briefs.
    	"Yep!" the counselor said. "If you're worried about peeing or
    pooping on the trail, just remember, the animals do it that way, too.
    Anyone else who wants to come along is welcome to do so pending
    approval of your counselor. At least you'll get to wear your diapers
    and bring along some changes if you do go. Just don't be giving them to
    anyone, and don't accept any bribes from them, either."
    	"That's one of them," Jonny quietly said to me as he pointed out
    the kid who was putting up such a fuss. "I didn't think it would lead
    to this, but I'm glad that it has!"
    	"Billy still got off scot-free, though I was hoping he'd get
    busted somehow," I said. At least we got the satisfaction of
    embarrassing him, though.
    	"You wanna go on the hike?" I asked Jonny.
    	"Hell yeah! I want to watch Sean suffer!"
    	"Did you say his name was Sean?" I asked Jonny.
    	"Yeah, why?"
    	"I know a Sean and I hate his guts, too," I told Jonny. "What's
    the other one's name-- Travis?"
    	"Close, his name's Trevor," Jonny said.
    	"Really?" I said, feeling astonished that the other boy had such
    a similar name.
    	"Why did you think his name was Travis?" Jonny asked me.
    	"Because every Sean and every Travis I have known has been a real
    rotten shithead to me," I said. We walked around to find Kevin to see
    if he would allow us to join the hike with the boys from cabin number
    five. In the meantime I watched the boys sifting through the pile of
    underwear. There were still several more pairs in the pile. I observed
    one boy grabbing several other pairs of underpants and he started
    putting them on over his other underwear, thus making a diaper out of
    them. It was the first time I had watched another boy do this. It made
    me feel glad that I was not the only one to have done this. It brought
    back some fond memories of the days before I got put into real diapers.
    He was up to nine pairs, I counted.
    	"Ahh ahh ahh! That's cheating!" his counselor said as he went
    behind the boy and grabbed every waistband of his underpants and then
    let them snap back one at a time. "You can only wear *one* pair!" With
    this, he was told to take the extra briefs off and wear just the first
    pair he had put on. I had to turn my back as I began laughing so hard.
    	By the time they were all out of their diapers and in underwear,
    they were ready to go. We had since then located Kevin, who said that
    we could go on the hike. He ensured that we all had the right supplies
    and adequate amounts food and water. Jonny, Nathan, Bryce and Vic
    joined us, too. The other five wanted to stay at camp and play sports.
    All five of us admitted to each other that we all sucked at sports.
    This hike was sure to have its entertainment value, if nothing else.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 45
    ---------------------------

    	The hiking excursion had begun. We took a different trail this
    time than the one before, so this would prove to be a new adventure for
    us all. As Tony, Bryce and the others went along, we enjoyed the fact
    that we all had nice, thick diapers on to keep our pee and poop in
    place until the next diaper change, which we hoped would occur sooner
    than last time we went hiking. We had brought several changes since we
    had no idea how long this hike would go. As for the boys from cabin
    number five, they weren't as fortunate in being padded up and protected
    for their bodily emissions. In front of me I looked at the other boys'
    butts, seeing how their rear ends were thinly sheathed only by a very
    insubstantial layer of cotton. I was watching and waiting for someone
    to shit his briefs, and it wasn't too long before we had our first
    casualty. It was the boy right in front of me, in fact. I watched him
    walking funny just moments before a big pile of poop came out of his
    butt. It instantly formed a bulging pile of crap in his underwear, its
    weight causing it to sag down and show the top of his butt crack, as
    the pair he was wearing was slightly too loose for him. As Tony and I
    were walking I looked over at him and I could see a tent in the front
    of his disposable diaper, and of course, I had one in mine, too. We
    looked again at the boy in front of us. The once dingy white fabric on
    the seat of his briefs was now stained brown and the poop had spread
    all over his butt. He stopped and took the briefs off to shake the poop
    out of them and then put them back on.
    	I could tell that some of the boys ahead of us had wet in their
    briefs as I could see a few trails of dripped pee in the dirt. Moments
    later another boy pooped his briefs. Unlike the boy ahead of us who had
    solid turds, this boy had soft and runny poop, causing him to flood his
    underpants and soak the entire seat. It was easy to see how much all of
    the boys here at the camp really needed to wear diapers.
    	"I wish I had some diapers to wear," he complained. As much as I
    wanted to offer him one of my diapers, I knew that his counselor would
    not approve of me doing this. I still felt kind of bad that because of
    what Jonny and I did last night, that he and some other innocent boys
    were all brought into this thing together.
    	Later on several more boys had made a mess of their briefs. In
    fact, only two of the ten boys from the cabin had not yet made any sort
    of mess in their underpants. As we had a long ways to go still, we were
    very well assured that we would see the two holdouts filling their
    briefs full of shit before too long, and before we reached the halfway
    point, they had joined the ranks of the other eight boys, having earned
    their "brown badges", so to speak.
    	Jonny was getting a great deal of satisfaction from seeing that
    the other "holy roller" in the camp was having to go hiking through the
    woods without a sufficient amount of fabric on him. He didn't appear to
    be as obnoxious nor as pushy as Billy, but from what Jonny told me he
    was just as persistent in making sure people got his message and would
    hopefully join his church, even if it meant leaving behind their
    existing affiliations.
    	Jonny told me more things about Sean and Trevor, his arch-nemeses
    from his school who turned out to be diaper-wearers themselves, but
    were too "studly" to ever let anyone else know about it. He enjoyed
    watching the boys suffering by having wet and soiled underpants on. He
    liked seeing that they were subdued by being forced to walk through the
    woods while peeing and pooping all over the place uncontrollably. While
    I didn't know the boys myself, just knowing that they were bad guys
    made it more satisfying to see that they were in such a situation. It
    made me wish the Sean that I knew as well as Travis could have been
    subjected to such treatment.
    	Jonny, Tony and I all got to talking about our enemies and what
    they did to make us hate them. I told Jonny about Sean and Travis and
    how they had picked on Tony and me constantly for wearing diapers.
    	"So do Trevor and Sean," Jonny said. "What hypocrites, being that
    they wear diapers, too."
    	I thought that it was rather odd that a person who also wore
    diapers could still be disagreeable and a total asshole. I was under
    this impression that all boys who wore diapers were cool, that their
    personalities were somehow a better match to kids like myself.
    	"Is there anyone else from your school who wears diapers, that
    you like, that is?" I asked Jonny.
    	"I thought I was the only one. There was this one other kid, but
    he moved away at the end of the year," Jonny said with lament. "I was
    too afraid to go up to him and talk to him. I would have been
    disappointed anyway when I found out that he was moving had I become
    friends with him."
    	By the time we reached a stopping point, the boys without diapers
    were sent down to a creek to wash themselves up as well as their
    underpants, all of which had become soaked with urine and were very
    much tainted in the rear with poop stains. It was funny to watch ten
    naked boys all standing in the shallow creek scrubbing their poop-
    covered butts clean and trying in vain to get their soiled underwear
    clean as well. Their counselor was standing there on the shore to
    supervise them. Even funnier was the fact that the boys had to hang
    their underwear to dry on a rope that had been brought along for this
    very purpose, leaving the boys naked as they returned to the trail and
    waited while they ate lunch in the buff.
    	In the meantime, those of us who went along with the boys from
    cabin five were allowed to change our diapers. I decided to change
    Jonny's diaper for him this time. I then reciprocated and changed his
    diaper for him. Tony and Nathan changed each other's diapers, as did
    Bryce and Vic. By the time we were done we had six wet and soiled
    diapers to dispose of.
    	Just to be funny, Jonny held up the used diapers and offered them
    to Trevor and Sean, seeing that they didn't have any diapers-- or any
    thing else, for that matter-- to wear.
    	"Shut up, Jonny," Trevor said as he walked past him.
    	After the six of us changed our diapers we convened away from the
    other boys and sat around a large, flat, level rock with some logs
    rolled up to it, apparently set up by other hikers to serve as a picnic
    table. While we ate our lunch we listened to the boys whining about the
    treatment that they were all getting.
    	"You mean, we have to stand here totally naked now?" one of the
    kids said to the counselor, apparently feeling modest about his lack of
    cover.
    	"That's what it looks like, boys, at least for you guys," their
    counselor said. "I could make you guys hike the rest of the way and
    back naked, too," he added.
    	"Why do we all have to do this anyway, just because one of us
    supposedly ran that one kid's pants up the flagpole and stole his
    shorts?"
    	"Because none of you would confess to doing it," their counselor
    said.
    	"Maybe it wasn't any one of us at all!" one kid said. "It could
    have been someone from another cabin!"
    	"Uh oh," I said as I felt my stomach drop. I looked over at
    Jonny, and he had the same look of concern on his face. We were afraid
    that they had figured that someone outside of their cabin did it. Of
    course, they didn't have to know that it was Jonny and me.
    	"Well, the shorts were in your cabin, and they had the key to the
    flagpole in them, so it's pretty obvious that one of you had to have
    done it," the counselor said.
    	As Trevor had the disposition of being obnoxious, the other kids
    all thought that either he or Sean were the culprits.
    	"Whadaya lookin' at *me* for?" Trevor said defensively and
    angrily. "I didn't do it, goddammit!"
    	"Don't use the Lord's name in vain," the "holy roller" kid
    admonished Trevor.
    	"Fuck you, I can say whatever the hell I want!" Trevor said back
    to the boy, who backed away, feeling intimidated. The boy then walked
    away and went down the embankment off the trail to get away from
    everyone. Tony and I watched as he went over to a tree at the bottom of
    the slope to pray.
    	After a few seconds, Trevor and Sean went over to him and started
    harassing him about being a Bible thumper. They also thought that he
    was the one who had taken Billy's pants and ran them up the flagpole,
    being that they were each from different religious affiliations with
    opposing beliefs.
    	"We're tired of you fucking preaching to us, Matthew!" Trevor
    said. "We're fucking tired of it!" At least now I knew the other boy's
    name, which was clearly a biblical name.
    	"And we think you're the one who got us into this shit, too!"
    Sean said.
    	"Well, it wasn't me," Matthew said.
    	"Liar!"
    	"I am not a liar. The Bible says--"
    	"If I hear the word 'Bible' one more time, I'm going to shove it
    up your ass sideways and then cram it down your throat after you shit
    it out!" Trevor threatened. Matthew then started crying.
    	"What are you, some fucking crybaby?" Trevor said. At this point,
    Trevor shoved Matthew to the ground. Matthew tried to defend himself,
    but Trevor was too big for him. Sean then joined him and soon, the both
    had Matthew pinned to the ground. They started hitting him, throwing
    dirt in his face and calling him names. Trevor then started peeing on
    the boy, making urine-laced mud from the dirt that was all over his
    body. The other boys and the counselor had gone down to the creek again
    on the other side of the trail to splash around in the water, oblivious
    to what was happening across the trail from them.
    	"They're kicking the crap out of that poor kid!" Tony said.
    "We've gotta stop them!"
    	Tony decided to be a hero and see if he could get Trevor and Sean
    to lay off of Matthew. Jonny then joined him. I decided to go tell the
    counselor about the situation, so I went the other direction and went
    down to the creek. I brought the counselor back over to the other side
    of the trail. From where we were standing we could see Matthew lying on
    the ground. Meanwhile, Trevor and Sean were now confronting Tony and
    Jonny.
    	"Well lookee what we have here!" Trevor said as he looked at Tony
    and Jonny standing there before them.
    	"How nice it must be to get to wear diapers!" Sean said. "Why did
    you guys come along, anyway?"
    	"To see you guys suffer," Jonny said bluntly.
    	"Not as bad as you'll suffer, asshole!"
    	At this moment, Trevor and Sean charged after Tony and Jonny. The
    tussle that might have ensued was stopped short by their counselor who
    then scolded the offending boys and broke up the fight.
    	"All right! I've had it with you boys!" he said angrily. He made
    it clear that he was only referring to Trevor and Sean. He asked them
    what was going on. After that, he helped Matthew get up from the
    ground. He was dirty and beaten with several cuts, scratches, scrapes
    and bruises to his body.
    	The counselor told Jonny to escort Matthew over to the creek so
    that he could get washed up. I thought this was a rather odd twist of
    fate. I wasn't sure how Jonny would feel about helping out a kid who he
    had disliked. That didn't seem to matter now as Jonny helped Matthew up
    the hill and down the other side, being that Matthew was weakened from
    the attack.
    	The counselor then asked me what my name was, and I told him,
    "Chris."
    	"Okay, Chris, I want you to go get that rope that the boys are
    drying their underpants on," he said. "Bring it back over to me."
    	"Okay," I said, following his commands. I started climbing up the
    hill to the trail and then thought about the pairs of underwear that
    were hanging on it.
    	"What do you want me to do with the underwear?" I asked him. I
    got to thinking that perhaps the counselor had planned using all of the
    other boys' underwear on Trevor and Sean.
    	"Just lay them on the ground," he told me. "They should be dry by
    now."
    	I ran over to the makeshift clothesline and took each pair of
    underwear from off of it. They were draped over the rope and most of
    them were still a little damp. The briefs hadn't been washed very well
    as many of them still had poop stains in them. As I was handling the
    soiled briefs I got a hard-on. It had been so long since I had handled
    regular underwear since neither I nor Tony nor any other boy I knew
    closely enough to see without his pants wore anything but diapers for
    their underwear. Handling the underwear brought back my memories of the
    times when I would put as many pairs of briefs on me as I could and
    then poop in them. I rubbed my stiff penis through my diaper after I
    had taken all the underwear off the line. I laid it out on the ground
    and removed the rope. I then took the rope over to the counselor, who
    had since them come back up to the trail with the boys. Tony was also
    with them. He had asked Tony what he had observed and why he decided to
    try stopping the fight. He then asked Trevor and Sean why they attacked
    Matthew.
    	"We're just tired of his preaching shit," Trevor said.
    	"And we think he's the one who did the flagpole thing and got us
    all in trouble having to take this stupid hike," Sean added.
    	"Well, I'm not going to try to find out who was responsible at
    this point. All I know is that you boys—Trevor and Sean— have been
    nothing but trouble from the word 'go!'" the counselor complained.
    "Every year there's at least a couple of troublemakers like you, and as
    you can see, I'm always prepared for it."
    	With this, the counselor asked me to hand over the rope. He then
    got out his pocket knife.
    	"Hey, hey, no way you tying me up!" Trevor said. He then started
    to run, but he didn't get very far as the other boys who had come back
    to put on their underpants were in his way. They all knew that he was
    in trouble for something and they held him down. Sean was also held
    down by the other boys.
    	While Trevor was getting his hands tied behind his back, he let
    out a good-sized load of shit. It came bubbling up from his butt and
    pouring onto his butt cheeks. The other boys laughed as they watched
    Trevor take a shit in front of everyone without wearing any diapers or
    underpants to catch it. Even funnier was the fact that Sean did the
    same thing, only his emerged as a solid log. The first turd shot up
    about four inches then broke off and tumbled to the ground, leaving a
    trail of poop residue on the surface of his buttocks where the turd
    rolled off of him. Dirt gathered on the rolling turd. I laughed hard
    enough to release some shit of my own, but unlike Trevor and Sean, at
    least I had a diaper to catch my bowel movement.
    	After Trevor and Sean were tied up, the counselor told all the
    boys to find a good-sized stick that they could use to spank Trevor and
    Sean for their misdeed. It seemed that a lot of the other boys did not
    like Trevor and Sean as they all seemed to be glad to take this
    opportunity to get back at the two troublemakers. The other boys were
    all convinced that Trevor and Sean were the ones responsible for
    running Billy's pants up the flagpole. After each of us had found a
    stick, we were allowed three swats each to both Travis' and Sean's
    butts. Tony and I got in on the act as well and we were wielding two-
    foot long sticks that we pulled off of a nearby fallen tree, which was
    where most of the other makeshift paddles came from.
    	Trevor and Sean were then told to get up and bend over. With
    their butts still unwiped, they were in position and ready to go. We
    all formed a line behind them and then the spanking began. Everyone
    took advantage of the allowance of three strikes to each of the boys'
    behinds. When it was my turn I hit Sean's butt with all my might. I
    didn't have any mercy on Trevor, either. By the time we all finished,
    the two boys were crying from all the pain they must have felt from
    getting whacked several times by several sticks by several boys. Their
    butts were covered with horizontal red lines where they had been
    beaten. When we were done we all tossed our sticks into a pile behind
    the spanked boys. The counselor took a Polaroid picture of the boys
    with their reddened behinds and the pile of sticks that got them into
    that condition. We then all passed the picture around and laughed,
    further deepening the wounds of humiliation for Trevor and Sean.
    	Meanwhile, Trevor's and Sean's underwear remained where I had
    laid the other pairs of briefs. The pair that Matthew had on was still
    there, too.
    	"Should they get their underwear back?" one of the boys asked the
    counselor.
    	"Don't see what good that will do them at this point," the
    counselor said. "If a couple of you boys want some extra underwear, go
    help yourself. With this, a couple boys went over to what remained of
    the underwear pile and three of them snapped up an extra pair each,
    including the one pair that was supposed to be for Matthew.
    	At this point, Matthew and Jonny returned from the creek, having
    missed out on all the spanking fun. They had been gone awhile, so they
    may have been talking and maybe settling any differences of opinion
    that had about their religious beliefs and each other.
    	The counselor opened up his pack and applied some bandages and
    alcohol to treat the wounds on Matthew's body. We also showed Matthew
    and Jonny the picture of what we did to Trevor and Sean.
    	"Damn, you mean I missed out?" Jonny said. "Can I have a whack at
    them?"
    	"I think they've had enough and hopefully they learned their
    lesson," the counselor said to Jonny.
    	"You'll probably have to go back to the camp," the counselor told
    Matthew. "How about you go back with him, Jonny? Do you mind?"
    	"I don't mind," he said. At this point I was getting tired, as
    was Tony. We were also feeling guilty about having gotten the other
    boys into this situation, though the satisfaction of spanking Trevor
    and Sean lessened the blow of the guilt. We asked the counselor if we
    could go back with Jonny and Matthew as well.
    	"Sure, just stay on the trail and don't get lost," the counselor
    said. With this, we parted ways with the rest of the boys. Sean and
    Travis were still the only naked boys as the others had put their
    underpants on again. As they would need their hands for climbing and
    balance, however, they were cut loose from the rope before resuming the
    hike, still naked. They kept rubbing their butts the whole time. They
    even ran down to the creek hoping that the cool water would relieve
    some of the pain.
    	Bryce, Nathan and Vic opted to finish the hike with the group, so
    we parted ways with them as I headed back to camp with Tony, Jonny and
    Matthew.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 46
    ---------------------------

    	Matthew obviously needed a diaper to wear on the hike back, so
    Tony graciously donated one of the diapers from his pack and even put
    it on him. I wasn't surprised to see that Matthew had a hard-on when he
    was getting diapered. I just hoped he didn't have the same religious
    hang-ups about the body's natural sexual responses like this. These
    hang-ups could really screw a kid up big time.
    	An awkward silence had fallen over us as we began our journey
    back to the camp. Because of Matthew's minor injuries, it was slow-
    going, especially as we helped him to get down the steeper slopes
    safely. I had a tendency to think of Matthew in the same way that I
    thought of Billy because of their unsolicited preaching, but right now,
    I felt sorry for this boy and I wanted to make sure he got back to the
    camp okay.
    	After we walked a little ways I decided to introduce myself to
    Matthew to break the ice if nothing else. I shook hands with him. After
    exchanging some small talk, he seemed like he was quite all right after
    all. I slowly introduced the topic of wearing diapers and told him that
    I wear diapers 24/7. He explained that he did the same thing and he
    added that he's never had any regular underwear and has likewise never
    used a toilet. I asked him how his need for wearing diapers came about,
    hoping that he would at least talk about this.
    	"My real Mom and Dad were alcoholics and they never took care of
    me. Among other things, they never potty trained me and kept me in
    diapers and made me wear them until they were overflowing. It was so
    terrible. They sent me to school wearing dirty diapers and all the kids
    made fun of me because I always smelled so bad. The teacher even made
    me sit in a desk away from the rest of the class because of this. All
    the kids would look at my desk and say, 'eww, stay away from
    Stinkyboy's corner!' I had no friends there. While the school nurse
    changed me, she was mean about it, too and she called me a baby for
    still wearing diapers. There were only like seventy kids in our whole
    school and I was the only one she ever had to change diapers for."
    	Matthew then began to get choked up and he started to cry. We
    decided to sit down and take a rest at that point.
    	"I'm sorry, I really hate to talk about it," he said.
    	"That's okay," I said. "You don't have to tell us anything else
    if you don't want to."
    	"Okay," he said. "Let me finish by saying that the state took me
    away from my parents and put me up for adoption. I was then adopted by
    a couple who was unable to have a child. They were willing to take a
    child like me, a boy who wore diapers and had come from a dysfunctional
    family. I was eight years old then. Anyway, I've been a lot happier
    with my new parents. They actually showed me that they loved me. They
    started taking me to church and enrolled me in a private school where I
    have real friends from both places. I thank the Lord every day for what
    He has done for me."
    	I was pleased to hear that his story had a happy ending. As for
    his Biblical name, it was only a coincidence since I highly doubted
    that his birth parents were religious. He then asked the rest of us why
    we wore diapers. Jonny had already told Matthew about it while they
    were talking earlier. I was glad to see that Jonny and Matthew had
    settled their previous differences.
    	Tony and I told our diaper stories together, being that much of
    the things we had been through involved both of us. I started off by
    explaining how I liked to put on several pairs of underpants and poop
    in them because I liked how this felt and I liked to look like and feel
    like I was wearing a diaper. I wasn't sure how Matthew would take this
    sort of thing. I hoped he wouldn't condemn me for this as Billy did
    when he found out.
    	"At least you had a choice," Matthew said.
    	"Well, when I was eight years old, I didn't have a choice
    anymore," I said. "I was stripped of my pants in front of my sisters.
    My Mom showed me my dirty underwear she found. She even went out that
    day and got me some diapers. She then diapered me in front of my
    sisters and showed them how to do it since they were to handle most of
    my diaper changes. I then spent the rest of that day in diapers. In
    fact, ever since that day, unless I have been at school, out in public
    or traveling, all I have ever worn are diapers."
    	"How did you feel about this?" Matthew asked. I was pleased to
    see that he was at least interested enough to ask questions.
    	"Well, I was embarrassed, being that my sisters saw me naked and
    that my butt was covered with poop, as well as in diapers, and they
    teased me about it and they flaunted the fact that they didn't wear
    diapers and poop their underwear, saying that this is something that
    only boys do. But I actually liked it, really, really liked it, and of
    course I love it even more now. I love how it feels to be in diapers
    and how I look wearing them. I also like thinking that because I'm a
    boy, that boys get to do these kinds of things. My sisters also like
    changing me and seeing me in diapers all the time, probably because I'm
    their little brother and they can tease me about wearing diapers when
    they don't have to. They started putting more and more diapers on me
    until they finally realized that there was a limit to this."
    	I was tempted to go on and tell Matthew how I liked to masturbate
    in diapers, but then I thought that he may be too sensitive to things
    like this. Still, I had to get a discussion about this significant
    aspect of diaper-wearing out in the open. I just had to tell him how
    much I really love to wear diapers.
    	I asked him if he liked wearing diapers. He was shy and inhibited
    in explaining it, but I could tell that he really wanted to tell us
    that he did.
    	"They do kind of feel good," he said. "I just wish I had better
    memories of wearing them when I was younger. I guess that's what I like
    about them now."
    	Seeing that I had at least opened the door to talking about this,
    I told him that not only do I like how my diapers feel on me when I
    wear them, but that I like it when I pee and poop in them, too. I
    figured this was a good "litmus test" to see where he would go from
    here on this. I was surprised with his response.
    	"You know, I'm really glad I got to know you guys," he said. "I
    think I can trust you enough to tell you things that I have never told
    anybody else about how I feel about wearing diapers. Please promise not
    to tell anyone about this."
    	We pledged to maintain a vow of silence about what he was going
    to tell us and assured him that his words would remain a secret. He
    then slowly delivered his "confession."
    	"Sometimes I, sometimes I, you know, I, uhh, masturbate in my
    diapers. I know I'm not supposed to, but I can't help it. Sometimes I
    hate myself for doing it."
    	Tony then got firm and gave it to Matthew straight.
    	"Look, whatever you do, don't hate yourself for wanting to
    masturbate. Virtually all boys masturbate."
    	"Are you serious?" he said. "Do you guys do this, too?"
    	"Hell yeah!" Jonny said. "Err, sorry, heck yeah," he added more
    sheepishly.
    	"Every day," Tony added.
    	"I do it several times a day," I said.
    	"I know that you probably have been told certain things about
    sexual feelings and acting upon them."
    	"My parents tell me it's not good to engage in such activities,"
    Matthew said. We needed to save this boy at once, and now was the time.
    	"How do you feel about it when they tell you this?"
    	"I feel guilty," Matthew answered.
    	"Have you ever thought about *why* they think it's wrong to jack
    off?" Jonny said.
    	"Not really, I just have been told that we're not supposed to do
    this."
    	"Well, you're not harming anyone by doing it, and it certainly
    doesn't hurt you to do it," I said. "If anything, it's for your own
    well-being. It releases tensions and anxiety. It's completely normal
    and natural. Now, I don't know if you'll agree with me on this, but the
    way I think about it, if God gave us these feelings within our own
    bodies, then we should be entitled to them."
    	"Well, I think about that a lot, but I'm told that we feel this
    way because it gives us a reason to want to procreate. I know it's a
    big hang-up. I'm sure the kids at your school can talk about things
    like this all the time, but at my school, nobody wants to look like a
    hypocrite and talk about these things, so we never talk about sex and
    masturbation, so I never talk about wearing diapers and the way they
    make me feel."
    	"Well, do you mind telling us how they do make you feel?" Jonny
    asked him.
    	"This is going to sound weird, but probably because I have never
    told anybody this. At night, I take my pajama bottoms off and I lie in
    bed in just my diaper and my pajama tops. Then after I have a bowel
    movement I rub it up into my crotch and my testicles, and this makes me
    feel good. The problem is after I ejaculate, I feel guilty and I pray
    about my sins."
    	"And then you do it again, right?" Tony said.
    	"Oh yeah. I do it every night, sometimes during the day when
    nobody's home."
    	"You're just like the rest of us, Matthew!" Jonny said while
    patting his back. "Like Chris said, it's normal, it's natural. Just
    about all boys jack off. The only ones who don't probably have
    religious hang-ups about it, like Billy."
    	It took a little while, but among Tony, Jonny and myself, we
    helped Matthew to overcome his guilty feelings and his hang-ups about
    masturbating in his diapers.
    	"Do you ever do it without your diapers?" Matthew asked me.
    	"Oh no, that would be too much work," I said emphatically.
    	"What do you mean, 'too much work'?" Matthew asked curiously.
    	"I wear cloth diapers at home," I explained. "And I wear a lot of
    diapers at a time, too, usually ten diapers, sometimes over a dozen of
    them on me at once. My sisters pin them on individually and use as many
    as a dozen pins in each diaper. God, I love-- gosh, I love it!"
    	"That is a lot of diapers to wear at one time," Matthew said.
    "Why so many?"
    	"My sisters love to diaper me like that and they know I love it,"
    I said.
    	"It must be awfully thick wearing that many diapers at a time,"
    Matthew said.
    	"Trust me, they're very, very thick!" Tony said resoundingly.
    "You should see how big they make his butt look! Too bad you didn't
    bring some of your pictures, Chris!"
    	"My sisters also say that they do it so I don't have to be
    changed as much and that the more diapers I'm wearing, the more my
    diapers can separate my poopy butt from the furniture since they sit in
    the same places I do, and it keeps the unsightliness of my poop from
    showing. It's a mutual thing. They get the pleasure of seeing me in
    diapers and putting them on me so excessively, and I enjoy how they
    look and feel and how I can pee and poop so much into them!"
    	Now I felt that I was starting to get carried away knowing that
    Matthew was feeling better about having us around him so that he could
    finally release feelings that he has had to keep bottled up for so
    long. The way he was carrying on with us, it was hard to imagine that
    just a little while ago he was only thought of as some Bible-thumping
    kid like Billy.
    	One thing that was starting to get to me as well as Jonny was the
    fact that we felt guilty about the flagpole incident.
    	"Geez! Tony said. How long have we been sitting here?"
    	"I dunno," I said, not having a watch on. "But when we sat down,
    we were still in the shade. We'd better get going."
    	"Hey Matthew," Jonny said. "Since you confessed to us that you
    like to jack off in poopy diapers, we'd like to make a confession of
    our own."
    	"What's that?" Matthew said.
    	"The whole flagpole thing wasn't because of Sean and Trevor-- I
    did it."
    	"And I went along with him," I added.
    	"You took Billy's pants and ran them up the flagpole?" Matthew
    said.
    	"Yeah, and then we also took his shorts, took the key from the
    flagpole and then put it in the pocket, and then I tossed the shorts
    into you guys' cabin. I never thought I would say this to you, Matthew,
    but I am sorry that I did it. I got all you guys in trouble for
    nothing."
    	"I'm sorry, too," I said.
    	"I forgive you, both of you," Matthew said.
    	"You serious?" Jonny said.
    	"The Lord tells us to forgive," Matthew said to us.
    	"Well, I lied, we both lied, in a way," I said. "I know that's a
    sin."
    	"It is. But we're all sinners. But we are also saved from our
    sins through Jesus Christ."
    	I thought that Jonny was going to spout off and tell Matthew to
    lay off the preaching, but Jonny held his peace. He didn't even seem
    resentful of Matthew saying these things. He may have been having a
    change of heart.
    	"And I know it sounds strange, but I'm kind of glad things turned
    out the way they did. Had it not been for the flagpole incident, I'd
    probably still be getting harassed back at camp by Trevor and Sean, and
    I wouldn't have met you guys. You guys are pretty cool."
    	"Thanks," I said to him. "You're really neat, too," I said to
    Matthew.
    	"I hope that I'll meet other kids like you guys when I go to
    junior high this fall. I think I'll be going to regular school next
    year. My parents are giving me a choice to go to either private school
    or public school. I know they'll prefer me to go to private school, and
    they want me to decide by the time I get back. I think I've made up my
    mind now. You guys have really been a lot of help."
    	At this point, Matthew asked us to stand in a circle, and join
    hands in a prayer. Even Jonny agreed to be a part of this. Matthew then
    delivered a prayer. After the prayer, we continued onward back towards
    the camp.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 47
    ---------------------------

    	It wasn't until we had hiked a ways before we realized just how
    far it still was back to the camp. My diaper was wet and full of poop
    again. It was one thing to walk throughout the house in several thick
    cloth diapers with only a few feet to go in each direction, having the
    assurance and comfort of having my wastes well contained. Out in the
    middle of the woods and having to walk what had to have been several
    miles with less protection than what I was used to wearing, however,
    was different, especially as the ground was not level in a lot of
    places.
    	The hike back would have been faster if Matthew didn't hold us
    up. He was still sore and he couldn't move as fast as the rest of us.
    In fact, we were all getting tired and we found ourselves taking more
    rest breaks, only to realize that at the rate we were going we would
    get back by the time the sun went down, if we were lucky. We were also
    running low and food and water. Matthew had no diapers, just the one
    that he borrowed. Jonny and Tony were down to their last diapers, and I
    had two diapers left. We had changed along the way when we decided that
    we wouldn't make it back to the camp, realizing that in doing this, we
    would have to make sure our diapers would last for the remainder of the
    hike.
    	"We'll never make it back at this rate," Jonny said. Up ahead we
    saw that a smaller trail had split off from the main trail.
    	"Maybe that other trail is a shortcut," Tony said.
    	"Maybe, maybe not," I said, hoping I could talk Tony out of
    exploring the other trail. "We don't know where it goes. It may even be
    a dead end."
    	"It looks like it goes back towards the camp," Tony said. "Where
    else is it going to go?"
    	"Let's just stay on the main trail like that counselor guy told
    us," I replied, trying not to sound like I was arguing. "Besides, we
    have to make sure Matthew can get back okay."
    	"You sure you don't want to go the other way?" Tony asked me.
    	"Yeah, because we know where this trail leads," I contended
    firmly. "Why do you think this other trail will get us there any
    faster?"
    	"Kevin said there are two trails that lead out of the camp and go
    to the top of the mountain," Tony said. "This has to be that other
    trail."
    	"Well, I guess it's not like you can't see where the lake is," I
    said in concession, deciding to let Tony have his way. "If we get lost
    or whatever, remember that this was your idea, Tony."
    	"I know," he said. With this, we agreed to take the unknown path
    and use the sight of the lake as a reference point. He seemed to have
    us convinced that the trail was a shorter way back to the camp.
    	I had an uneasy feeling about what we were going into. I still
    wasn't sure what lay ahead of us as we took the other trail. So far it
    seemed to be leading in the right direction. The lake, albeit distant,
    was still in view through the trees down below. My feelings began to
    change when we realized that the general direction of the trail had
    shifted and was not taking us back to the camp as it looked like it
    might do earlier. The lake was no longer in sight.
    	Tony said, "Uhh, guys, I hate to say this, but I think we're--"
    	"Lost," I said, finishing his sentence for him. "I was afraid of
    this."
    	"What do we do now?" Jonny asked.
    	"Retrace our steps, I guess," I answered. I felt like I should be
    mad at Tony. We've been friends for so long, though, that I couldn't
    tell him how I really felt about him getting us into this situation. I
    wish I had done more to convince him to stay on the trail that we knew.
    Tony could still tell from the looks on our faces that we were not
    pleased with the development he led us into.
    	"I'm sorry, guys," Tony apologized. "My sense of adventure got
    the best of me, I guess."
    	"We only have a couple hours of good sunlight left," I said.
    "We'd better make up our minds on what to do."
    	"Yeah, and we're all out of diapers now, and we're about out of
    food and water, too," Jonny said. "How are you feeling, Matthew?"
    	"My legs and my sides are hurting more and more," he said.
    	"HELP!" I shouted. My voice echoed through the trees.
    	"Nobody's going to hear you out here," Tony said.
    	"Maybe the other group will hear us," I said. "Maybe some other
    group of hikers is out here. This trail looks like enough people use
    it."
    	"We haven't seen a soul," Jonny said.
    	"CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME?!" I shouted again. "HELLO?!"
    	"Let's just keep going," Tony said. "It's a long ways back. At
    least this way we're still heading downhill."
    	While Tony's reasoning was good, it didn't give us any indication
    of what conditions were ahead on the trail. It became narrower as it
    led through a dense grouping of trees. It was virtually dark in the
    deep woods as the sun was about to go over the distant mountains. At
    the end of the grouping of trees, the trail led down a steep slope.
    Tony and Jonny had to help Matthew go down it. I walked ahead of them.
    At one point I stepped on some dry fallen pine needles, which I knew
    can cause one to slip. I did just that. I fell on my butt and scooted
    down the hill a ways. The plastic cover of my diaper server to aid my
    sliding down the slope until the skidding tore the outer cover of my
    diaper. Not only that, but it caused poop to come out the top of it and
    get onto my shirt. Everyone could see the brown spot all over the back
    of my shirt tail.
    	"You all right?" Tony asked.
    	"Yeah, just got my shirt dirty and tore my diaper," I said. I
    looked down at my legs and saw that the poop had also been pushed out
    through the crotch and had gotten all over my legs.
    	"Shit," I said. "Literally."
    	"Where the hell are we?!" Tony interjected loudly. He then
    realized that he shouldn't have said it this way in front of Matthew.
    	"I'm sorry, Matthew. I just say things that way."
    	Matthew understood Tony's state of mind at the moment He then
    suggested we all stand in a circle and pray for a safe and timely
    return to camp. At this point I felt like this was a good idea as it
    seemed like our chances of making it back were otherwise hopeless.
    	We resumed the hike. All four of us were in wet and dirty
    diapers. I could see everyone's butts sagging from poop. The fronts of
    everyone's diapers were also swollen in piss. We all stunk badly and
    feared that the odor might attract a bear or some other wildlife
    against which we would be defenseless. Luckily that never happened.
    	The trail then reached a stream. The only way to cross it was to
    go across a log and then step onto a series of slippery mossy rocks. I
    went first and made it, as did Jonny as he followed behind. Tony again
    helped Matthew across, making sure he wouldn't fall. While Matthew had
    made it, Tony fell into the water. His diaper instantly became so full
    and heavy from the water. When he stood up and climbed to shore his
    diaper had ballooned to several times its dry volume. We all had to
    admit that he looked funny. Even Tony thought that it looked funny and
    he joined us in our laughter. It was about the only laughter we
    experienced in the midst of our predicament.
    	Tony then took his diaper off. It was too wet and soiled to carry
    around, so we didn't know what else to do with it. Suddenly a hornet
    started buzzing around Tony, who was allergic to insect stings,
    especially from bees, hornets and the like. He was freaked out by this
    threat and he let go of the diaper as he fled, accidentally dropping
    the diaper into the stream. The swift current carried it away and it
    floated downstream before any of us could retrieve it. Tony felt bad
    about unintentionally littering, but on the other hand, we weren't
    about to tote a waterlogged diaper around until we found the next
    garbage can, and on this trail there were none to be seen. While not
    environmentally friendly, the solution did sort of present itself. I
    ended up relinquishing my last diaper for Tony's sake; otherwise, he
    would have had to take the remainder of the hike naked. With this, Tony
    changed into my last diaper and then we continued on.
    	While it was not evening yet, the available daylight was
    disappearing as the sun had disappeared over the mountains behind us.
    We knew time was running out and we had nowhere else to go but straight
    ahead. Fatigue was starting to set in. We were completely out of food
    and water. Jonny's diaper was maxed out and it didn't look like it
    could take another wetting or messing. He was convinced to try some
    Thickies diapers after seeing how much better mine and Tony's diapers
    were doing over such a long period as well as the diaper that Matthew
    was wearing.
    	Just when we thought we had reached the farthest point there was
    from any civilization, we were pleased to see a campfire burning in the
    distance. This was a sure indication that there would also be people
    there.
    	"Look over there!" Tony said. "Maybe those people can tell us
    where we are!"
    	"Maybe they'll even give us a ride back," Jonny said. "I'm
    pooped."
    	"We're all pooped," I said, grabbing the seat of what remained of
    my diaper.
    	"Uh guys, do you realize that all we have on is diapers and
    shirts?" Matthew said.
    	"Yeah, I realize that, but I don't think we're going to find any
    pants or shorts to wear between here and those campers over there,"
    Jonny said.
    	"Well, this is an emergency. So what if we're in just diapers.
    Those people are our best chance, perhaps our only chance."
    	We walked through the remaining stands of trees that separated us
    from being rescued. I didn't think our situation was quite desperate
    enough that the word "rescue" was appropriate, though, but I didn't
    know what else to call it.
    	We stood just out of view of the campers and observed the people
    to get an idea of who we would be talking to in a few minutes. It
    looked like a typical family camp outing. A tent had been set up. The
    father was busy cleaning the fish he and his son must have just caught.
    The boy looked to be about 8 or 9. There were also two girls, which
    only seemed to be natural that this would occur in our present
    situation as us four boys would soon be exposing our diapered state to
    them. One of the girls looked to be 12 or 13. She was roasting
    marshmallows over the fire. The other girl was maybe four years old.
    She was busy rolling a ball around on the ground. As all she had on was
    a swimsuit, this assured me that she was toilet trained and was no
    longer wearing diapers. The mother was busy cooking on a Coleman camp
    stove.
    	"Well, are we just going to stand here or what?" Jonny said.
    "Let's go."
    	The four of us walked towards the group of campers. The sounds of
    our footsteps whisking through the grass caught the attention of the
    small girl.
    	"Mom! There's some kids here!" she said. She then started
    giggling and said, "and they're wearing diapers!"
    	The other girl as well as the boy turned to us and stared, very
    likely not expecting four boys to appear from the woods, and in
    diapers, nonetheless. The parents then looked at us.
    	"Can we help you boys with anything?" the man said to us.
    	"Well, yeah, you can, maybe," Tony said nervously.
    	"We got lost in the woods," I admitted shyly. The little girl was
    staring at the big yellowish bulge in the front of my diaper. She
    seemed quite amused.
    	"Where are you boys from?" the man asked.
    	"Camp Branson," Tony said.
    	"Oh yes, that's the boys' camp. That's just down the road a
    little ways."
    	"How far is it?" Jonny asked.
    	"It's about three or four miles down from the road up there, and
    it's going to get dark before you boys make it back. How about I give
    you a ride?"
    	"Thanks, that'd be great!" Tony said.
    	"Yeah, thanks a lot!" I said. Jonny and Matthew were also very
    appreciative of the man's offer.
    	"You boys hungry?" the mother asked us.
    	"Yeah, we are, and we're thirsty, too," I said.
    	"And we're out of diapers, too," Jonny added.
    	"Don't think we can help you with that one, I'm afraid," the
    mother said.
    	"Unless you count Doug's Goodnites!" the older girl said as she
    stared at the boy whom I assumed was her brother.
    	"Marlene!" the boy snapped back at her.
    	"Well, Doug, as you can see, these boys also wear diapers, so
    it's not like they're going to think anything of the fact that you wear
    them."
    	"They're not diapers, okay?" Doug said.
    	"Well, they're not Fruit of the Loom, either, that's for sure,"
    Marlene said as she snapped on the waistband of her shirtless brother
    Doug's underpants that were showing well above his shorts. And yes,
    they were Fruit of the Loom, tighty whities.
    	"I have some hot dogs and some pop if you boys would like a
    little something to eat," the lady offered to us.
    	"Are you sure we have enough food for these boys?" her husband
    asked.
    	"We have plenty of food, dear," the lady said. "Especially since
    you'll be eating the fish you and Doug caught. These boys probably need
    it worse than we do."
    	The mother served each of us a hot dog, some potato chips and a
    can of soda. It wasn't much, but it was enough to make us all feel
    better. While we all sat down on the ground and ate, the discussion
    among us four boys and the family turned to our diapers. They didn't
    seem to mind that we all smelled of piss and shit.
    	"Why are you all wearing diapers?" the youngest girl asked, her
    name yet to be determined.
    	"Brittany, don't ask them that," her mother told her.
    	"It's okay," Tony said. "We always wear diapers," Tony said
    unabashed to Brittany.
    	"But why?" she asked.
    	"We can't use toilets," I said to Brittany. I didn't want to tell
    her the whole story about how I got to where I was wearing diapers all
    the time. She then started giggling like any little girl her age would.
    	"Don't you boys have anything else to wear?" the man said.
    	"This is all we had on when we went hiking," I said.
    	"It's all we wear at the camp," Tony said. "Well, you *could* go
    around in shorts, but you'd actually look kind of out of place if you
    did."
    	"I heard that the camp is for boys who wear diapers, but I didn't
    know you all went around in them."
    	"Yeah, it helps promote a sense of togetherness, something like
    that," I said.
    	"So all of you are boys there?" Marlene asked.
    	"Yeah, it's an all-boys' camp," I said.
    	"Doesn't surprise me," Marlene said. "It figured that a camp for
    diaper-wearers would be boys, right, Doug?"
    	"Knock it off," Doug said.
    	"Well, since you and three of your friends who were boys were
    still wearing diapers in kindergarten, it makes sense."
    	I could tell that Marlene was a lot like Lisa in the way she
    teased Doug about his history with wearing diapers as well as his
    present need for Goodnites.
    	"By the way, what brand of diapers are those?" Marlene asked us.
    	"Thickies," I said.
    	"Thickies? The name sure fits," Marlene said with a little bit of
    a laugh. "How well do they work?"
    	"They work great," Tony said. "Why you ask?"
    	"Well, Goodnites just aren't enough for Doug and I still
    sometimes end up washing his sheets," Marlene said with a somewhat
    disgusted tone.
    	"I can't help it, Marlene," Doug said. "Stop embarrassing me."
    	"Well, I think you need some diapers, Doug, real diapers."
    	"Mom!" Doug hollered.
    	"She's right, Doug," his mother said. "We've talked about this,
    and you do need something more substantial for your nighttime wetting."
    	"Mom! Don't talk about this in front of those other kids! We
    don't even know them!"
    	"Well, we do know that they are in the same situation you're in,
    so they understand. Now, what did you say those diapers are called
    again?"
    	"Thickies," I said.
    	"Can you get them at the store?"
    	"Yep, there's a place called Kidz Klothez at the mall," I said.
    "You live in Boise, right?"
    	"Oh yes, we know where the mall is," the mother said.
    	"Mom, you're not going to make me wear diapers like those, are
    you?" Doug asked her.
    	"If they work better for you, then yes," she said.
    	"But look how big they are. They'll make my butt stick out."
    	"Well, gee, Doug, with all those extra underpants that you have
    to put on over your Goodnites to absorb the leakage from your
    Goodnites, I can't say that you'll look much different wearing what
    these other boys have on!" Marlene said, delighted at the thought that
    her brother was going to be wearing Thickies diapers soon.
    	"You should see what the cloth ones look like," Tony said. "You
    think these are thick!"
    	As I sat there sipping the last of my soda, I had my legs spread
    open. Brittany looked at the mess on the insides of my thighs and said,
    "you got poopoo all over your legs!" I just looked at her while she
    giggled. What could I say about it?
    	The family asked us about the things we were doing at Camp
    Branson and we told them about the various activities we were in. We
    also explained how we wound up getting lost in the woods. By this time
    it was getting dark and the counselors back at the camp were probably
    getting worried about us. We decided that we'd better get going. As all
    of us smelled badly of overused diapers, we climbed into the back of
    the pickup truck and rode back to the camp. We thanked the nice man for
    his generosity as he dropped us off. He escorted us to the camp so that
    he could explain that he had brought us back. He got to talking to one
    of the counselors and inquired about enrolling Doug in the camp the
    following year.
    	After we all finally got our diapers changed we joined the other
    boys who were already eating dinner. I wanted to go back to that family
    to eat dinner with them instead as their food was better. Matthew was
    examined for his injuries and then he joined the rest of us. Kevin then
    gave us a long, stern lecture afterwards about having gone off the main
    trail and getting lost in spite of what we had been told. We promised
    him we would never do it again. With this, we all agreed to stick
    around within the camp tomorrow and do whatever activities were going
    on.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 48
    --------------------------

    	Upon returning to our cabins that night, we had since then
    learned that Billy had contacted his parents that day and asked them to
    come pick him up. His father had shown up at the camp late that evening
    and got him. While Billy's father was there, he complained to the camp
    headmaster about the treatment that he had gotten from the rest of us
    in the cabin. His father then followed Kevin to our cabin to get Billy
    to tell him that his father was here. We thought that Billy and his
    father would make a graceful exit, but instead we were treated to a
    lengthy, drawn-out argument between Kevin and Billy's father. He stood
    at the door, and while letting moths fly in to flutter about the
    lights, Billy's father talked to the counselor as well as all of us
    remaining boys in our cabin. As we were already in our cabin, we were
    pretty much held captive at the moment Billy's father arrived with
    Kevin.
    	As Billy's planned departure from the camp vacated one of the
    beds in our cabin, Matthew had asked to move over to our cabin. He
    wanted to get away from Trevor and Sean, and from what he had told us
    about them, we couldn't blame him. After seeing what he had been
    through that day, Kevin as well as Matthew's former counselor agreed to
    allow him to join us. He had become friends with us over the course of
    the day's events. Even Jonny had overcome his feelings about Matthew
    being religious. In fact, Matthew actually turned out to be more like
    the rest of us and was a pretty good diaper boy after all.
    	As Matthew was with us in the cabin, he also got to listen to
    Billy's parents complain. Billy's dad spewed out a long-winded, fast-
    talking spiel, not allowing Kevin to get a word in edgewise. I figured
    Billy's father had acquired this speedy speech skill from his years of
    speaking before his church congregation as a Minister. Here's what he
    said, to the best of my recollection:

    	"I can understand you having a summer camp for boys such as my
    son who wear diapers, being that many boys such as Billy have an
    uncontrollable condition that may not be very well accommodated in
    other summer camp settings. We would have gladly sent Billy to Bible
    camp, but they didn't want a boy who wore diapers and they felt that he
    would not fit in with the others, so I figured your camp would be
    suited for him. I thought it would be like an normal summer camp, just
    that all the boys wear diapers. At least that's what your brochure
    seemed to suggest. Then this afternoon I get a call from Billy. He was
    crying, telling me how rotten everyone is treating him here because he
    refuses to strip down to his diapers like everyone else. I consider
    this to be highly indecent, and so does Billy as seeing everyone in
    diapers was making him very uncomfortable. You boys look all pathetic
    wearing no pants! It's like you're all going around in your underwear!
    Just as my wife and I would never go around the house in our underwear,
    we wouldn't want Billy to go around in his diapers."

    	While listening to Billy's father rant about the camp, I was
    becoming increasingly tempted to tell this guy to go fuck himself and
    shove it up his ass, especially when he told us how pathetic we all
    looked. It was easy to see why Billy was so screwed up by his parents
    brainwashing him into thinking that the resulting exposure of more skin
    from having only diapers on (we were all wearing shirts) was indecent
    and thus implied that we were immoral. I thought that this mode of
    thinking was highly contradictory, considering that this man was
    shaming the appearance of the unclothed human body, a creation of God.
    It's not as if we were naked. He continued bitching:

    	"I never realized that everyone here would be parading around in
    just their diapers! In fact, Billy says that's all these boys do is
    talk about diapers and how they use them! They talk about masturbation
    and other disgusting topics that I don't feel my son should be exposed
    to. No wonder today's youth is so troubled! Is this some kind of
    perversion that you boys all share? This camp appears to be just a
    place for boys who share your mental affliction to get together."

    	At this point, the man finally shut up and Kevin had a chance to
    talk.
    	"Mr. Dixon, with all due respect, may I ask why you enrolled your
    son in Camp Branson?" Kevin asked him.
    	"Weren't you even listening? I told you why! I thought it would
    be a normal camp environment, but I have come to find out that it's
    just a bunch of boys who are obsessed with diapers! I pray that you
    boys will all be forgiven for your sins!"
    	"What do you consider to be a 'normal' camp, sir?" Kevin asked
    Billy's father in an effort to steer him away from the religious talk
    that was appearing to surface.
    	"Hiking, swimming, sports--"
    	"Well, we have all that here," Kevin said. "The brochure lists
    all the activities we offer."
    	"It didn't say that the camp would be full of mentally-troubled
    kids who can only talk about wearing diapers!"
    	Kevin then had his chance to make a spiel of his own, zealously
    defending the purpose of Camp Branson as well as to refute Billy's
    father's notion that we were just a bunch of mentally troubled boys
    just because we enjoy wearing diapers. Billy's father, or Mr. Dixon,
    tried to listen patiently as he stood at the door of the cabin, letting
    more moths fly in:

    	"Mr. Dixon, please allow me be frank with you if I may. This camp
    specifically caters to boys who wear diapers, as you were likely well
    aware of upon enrolling Billy. These boys all come here knowing in
    advance that they will be among other boys who wear diapers just like
    them. They won't be afraid of having someone find out they may wet the
    bed or that they may soil their pants. There are no secrets like that
    here. This openness allows the boys to loosen up and lose the shorts
    and be free to let others see that they wear diapers, too. We don't
    require the boys to do this, but within the first day, they all
    eventually lose their inhibitions and feel more at ease, seeing that
    their shorts only serve to hide something that everybody already knows
    about anyway. Besides, any boy who doesn't take off his shorts here
    would only stand out among the others who are in just their diapers--
    Billy, for example.
    	"This camp has done miracles for a lot of boys who may have
    before felt alone, afraid, or ashamed that they wear diapers. These
    boys form lasting friendships, friendships they may have never
    otherwise enjoyed because their peers can't accept the fact that they
    wear diapers. Very few boys ever regret having come to Camp Branson,
    and in my experience, Billy is the first, as well as the first to have
    arranged to leave the camp early. We get dozens of letters each year
    from boys who thank us and tell us that coming to Camp Branson was the
    most fun they ever had in their lives! They--"
    	"That's great, sir," Mr. Dixon interrupted, having lost his
    patience now. "But this just isn't the place for my son. These boys
    here are crude and vulgar!"
    	"They're boys, sir. That's the way most boys are, whether here or
    anyplace else," Kevin said.
    	"Not my boy," Billy's father said. "We won't allow for that kind
    of talk around our house."
    	"We're not their parents, sir," Kevin said. "The boys can say
    pretty much anything they want around here. How does Billy tell you
    that he needs his diapers changed?"
    	"He comes up to us and tells us he needs changed, that's all he
    has to say to us. He doesn't have to tell us what he did in his
    diapers."
    	"That's fine, sir. But for most of these boys, being in diapers
    all the time, they deal with these matters that you consider to be
    vulgar in ways that other people don't. Most of us don't think about
    having eliminated our wastes once the toilet's been flushed. These boys
    are stuck with their bodily output until they are changed, sometimes
    several hours. It's a very significant part of their lives, and boys,
    being who they are, they're going to come up with other ways to talk
    about these matters. It's the same reason Eskimos have over twenty
    words for 'snow.' It's very satisfying for these boys to talk about
    something that is so much a part of their daily lives."
    	"So you actually let these boys talk about these vile, filthy
    disgusting things?"
    	"Like I said, we're not their parents, sir," Kevin said, now
    visibly losing his patience with Mr. Dixon. Billy appeared to be very
    embarrassed now.
    	"So the boys are not disciplined here, in other words," Mr. Dixon
    said.
    	"Yes, they are. We ensure that they are well-behaved and abide by
    the rules of conduct and respect one another. Most of all, we ensure
    that they are safe."
    	"Well, Billy told me about the flagpole incident with his pants."
    	"And the boys we believe are responsible were punished for it,
    sir," Kevin said. "Might I add that Billy was always talking to the
    boys about religion and none of them seemed to care for it. He was
    asked many times to stop, but he kept doing it, and it was annoying
    everyone in this cabin. Let's just say we're even now, Mr. Dixon. Billy
    doesn't like the boys talking about the fun things they do in their
    diapers, and the boys don't like him talking about his church."
    	"Let's go, Billy," his father said. "I've had it with this
    place."
    	With this, Billy picked up his belongings, stopping to wipe the
    tears from his eyes. Mr. Dixon wasn't done with us yet.
    	"Before we leave, I feel that all of you boys owe my son Billy an
    apology. I want to hear you all apologize, one at a time."
    	Kevin silently gestured to us that we do this, anything to get
    rid of the nuisance that Billy's father was making of himself. Every
    one of us said, "I'm sorry, Billy." That is, until they got to me. Just
    moments before, a bowel movement had started to fill my diapers. I knew
    it was going to be a big one, a real butt-bulger of a pooping, at least
    with having the disposable diaper on it could still bulge from the
    volume of my poop. As Bryce had pinned on the Thickies diaper over my
    disposable, I was more prominently diapered than the other boys. When
    it came to my turn to 'apologize', I got up, turned around and stuck my
    well-padded butt to Billy and his father and said, "here's my apology."
    Then, as if on cue, I released the rest of my bowel movement. It exited
    from my rear end with a spectacularly loud fart, accompanied by sounds
    of bubbling wet shit. I felt the poop coating my balls and my buttocks
    as the poop flood spread throughout the back half of my diaper.
    	Everybody laughed and cheered, including Kevin, who was quite
    amused by my virtually impromptu little antic. Tony and Bryce didn't
    even get a chance to apologize to Mr. Dixon and Billy as they left in
    complete disgust over my actions, the very behavior that Kevin was
    defending against Mr. Dixon. Kevin stayed with us for a few minutes and
    we briefly celebrated Billy's departure. Nathan filled his diaper
    shortly afterwards. After a few minutes of this, Kevin told us to get
    ready for bed since the lights were going to be turning off. As he left
    from our cabin, all turned to darkness. This didn't keep us from
    celebrating Billy leaving the camp, though.
    	From this point, the rest of the time at camp passed without much
    incident. Each day brought a different set of activities. We wrote
    letters to home and I had quite a bit to tell about this camping trip,
    enough to fill six handwritten pages. I had gotten to know all of the
    boys with whom I had closely associated and I got pictures of all of
    them in various poses in their diapers as well as plenty of candid
    shots. I couldn't wait to get the film developed when I got back home.
    Likewise, I modeled for several of the other boys, wearing my Thickies
    diaper over my disposable in some pictures. In other pictures I wore
    just my disposables, making sure they all got a good shot of me while
    my diaper was good and wet and very full of poop.
    	If I accomplished anything good for anyone while at Camp Branson,
    I would have to say that, along with Tony and Jonny, we helped Matthew
    to overcome his inhibitions in expressing his feelings for wearing
    diapers. The fact that Jonny and Matthew were in the same cabin
    together and having become friends was something of a miracle,
    considering their formerly unfriendly relations.
    	On the last day of camp the younger boys in our cabin decided to
    join the others in the "Take-Your-Diapers-Off Swim." This was an annual
    event according to Camp Branson veterans, when all of the boys would
    all go down to the lake and have a splashing good time while swimming
    without their diapers on, or anything else for that matter. It wasn't
    formally recognized by the camp as an event, but since the day was open
    to any activities, the counselors agreed to make this an optional
    activity, and from the looks of the water in the lake, most of the boys
    participated.
    	While this sort of nudist swimming activity may seem okay for
    toilet-oriented boys, keep in mind that there were hundreds of
    incontinent boys swimming in the same body of water within relatively
    proximity of each other. Granted, the water wasn't very clean to begin
    with, but I felt sorry for any of the fish at this end of the lake.
    	The oldest among us— Tony, Jonny, Matthew and myself— opted to
    stay at the cabin. It wasn't that we were highly averse to swimming in
    polluted water, we just had other plans. While we had all jacked off in
    our own beds, it was hard to do in a small enclosure with nine other
    boys. We wanted to try masturbating in each other's presence as this
    was the perfect opportunity to do so. Matthew knew what we were
    planning to do, and, much to our surprise, he decided to stay at the
    cabin. Either he didn't want to swim naked, or he really wanted to join
    us in jacking off.
    	Matthew looked nervous as he sat among the rest of us. We told
    him to relax. When Matthew appeared to be okay, I had asked him if he
    had ever read anything that got him excited.
    	"Excited, as in...?"
    	"Yeah," Tony said.
    	"Well, I still do sometimes feel guilty when I do it," Matthew
    said. "But I think I am getting better, thanks to all of you. What were
    you going to show me, a porno mag or something?"
    	"No, no, no, this is even better," Jonny said. "Much better."
    	At this point I went to my bag and got out my copies of my diaper
    stories that I had written. I asked Matthew to read the one I had
    handed him. I chose one with a positive theme, one that didn't involve
    spanking or punishment. Most of my stories included this to some
    extent.
    	"It isn't anything bad, is it?" Matthew asked.
    	"Not unless you think it's bad," I said.
    	Matthew then started reading the story. Because we knew he would
    be distracted if we all sat there and watched, we let him read the
    story while the rest of us looked at my other stories. Within just a
    couple minutes I could hear his diaper crinkling repeatedly; albeit
    lightly and subtly. As I looked over to him I could see that he had his
    free hand firmly fixed on the front of his diaper while holding the
    paper in his other hand. I could plainly see that he was in a very much
    aroused state by my story.
    	"Oops, sorry," he said, realizing that he had momentarily lost
    his inhibitions.
    	"That's okay, Matthew," I said. "Couldn't resist, could you?"
    	"No," he said. "I always thought that boys did this because they
    looked at girl magazines. I didn't think anyone ever did it while
    reading a story about a boy wearing diapers."
    	Matthew then sat silently as he appeared to want to tell us
    something. We patiently awaited his words.
    	"I do have to sort of confess something, now that I see that you
    guys also do this," Matthew delivered his words shakily.
    	"Go ahead, tell us, Matthew," Jonny said. "We're friends now," he
    added, putting his arm around Matthew's neck.
    	"Well, I write stories like this, too," he said. "I write them
    all the time, because it's my only outlet for how I really feel about
    diapers. Then after I read it I throw it away out of guilt and because
    I'm afraid that my parents would catch me. They tell me that doing
    these things is bad."
    	"What things?" Jonny asked.
    	"Well, you know, masturbation," he said shyly.
    	"Do you really feel that it's bad?" I asked.
    	"Well, after being with you guys, and thinking about it, I don't
    see anything wrong with it. I wish I really knew what God thought of
    it. He gave me these feelings, and I know He wouldn't want me to direct
    them in an inappropriate way, which I think would be to do it with a
    girl or a women before getting married. It just seems unnatural that I
    feel this way about diapers, instead of girls."
    	"So what are your stories like?" Tony asked.
    	"Well, they're things I would never read before my Sunday School
    class, let's just put it that way," he said. "When I write my stories,
    I turn my Bible over, thinking that it's so God can't see me writing,
    but I know He can. All I do is think about these feelings, how this is
    my moment that I can release these feelings. I write about myself
    wearing nothing but diapers from the day I was born. One time I wrote
    about all the boys at church showing up in diapers. Then I read it and
    masturbate, then when the guilt sets in I throw it away."
    	"Do you have any stories at home?" I asked.
    	"One, and I was gonna read it and throw it out when I got back,
    but I think I am going to keep it and try to remember what the others
    were like and also write them again."
    	"Promise me you won't throw them away," I told him.
    	"I promise," he said.
    	"I can even mail you some of mine if you want," I offered. He
    accepted it as his mother would think that they were just letters from
    the boys he knew at camp.
    	"Thanks. I'll send you copies of mine when I get them done," he
    said.
    	"Do you remember which one was probably your most nastiest one?"
    Jonny asked. "I mean, thick diapers, stinking really bad all the time,
    being wet and unchanged, having to wear diapers in front of everyone,
    jacking off in them, stuff like that."
    	"Yeah, the one I still have at home," Matthew said.
    	"Maybe you can tell us what it's about," I suggested. Matthew
    agreed to tell his story from his memory. He got up to turn his Bible
    over, so we knew it had to be a good one!
    	Matthew started out by telling us his story about a boy who had
    moved in to a new house at the end of the summer. Being lonely that
    first Saturday and not having made any friends at his new school, the
    boy decided to go meet his neighbors. He knew that there were two boys
    who lived next door, but other than when they came home from school, he
    never saw them outside. They were both younger than him, so he didn't
    see them at school much. When he went over that afternoon, he was
    surprised to see that the two boys were in diapers, very, very thick
    diapers The boys were crawling as a result of the thickness of their
    diapers.
    	When the boy was invited in, he found out that the other boys'
    mother had some strange obsession with diapering boys, so right away,
    the visiting boy was stripped of his pants, which were then promptly
    discarded. He had his underwear taken off. Then, the woman brought out
    a huge armload of diapers and told the boy to lie down on the floor.
    She then kept putting diapers on him, one after another, pinning them
    all up with as many pins as she could use. Fifteen minutes later the
    boy realized that he was still getting diapered, much of the time being
    spent on the excessive pinning of the diapers. Already the diapers were
    so thick that the boy was not able to close his legs. The stack of
    remaining diapers didn't seem to have gotten much smaller, so the
    diapering was expected to continue for awhile longer until the last
    diaper was to be pinned on. By the time the last diaper was on, the boy
    couldn't even walk in the huge mass of diapers that bulged at least six
    inches from his crotch and his butt. He, too, was reduced to crawling.
    	Matthew didn't even get to the parts about the boys being wet and
    poopy and going unchanged for the entire weekend before he and the rest
    of us started jacking off. He continued to tell the story, talking
    about how wet and stinky the three boys became and how the boy's mother
    reacted when she came over to find out where her son had been all day.
    	Matthew got to where his story was being interrupted more and
    more by his having to take breaths and stroke himself. We all had a
    very vivid image of the story at this point and all of us were in deep
    arousal. We all jacked off together and within a couple minutes of each
    other, we all brought ourselves to ejaculation.
    	I thought that after something this intense, Matthew would feel
    very guilty and renege on his promise not to destroy the written story.
    I couldn't wait to read his written version of it, so I was especially
    hopeful that he would not go back to his former feelings. I was
    relieved to learn that, even after we had all recovered from the
    intense masturbation session we had together, that he did not feel so
    guilty.
    	The day we were to go back home had arrived. It was a day of
    mixed feelings. One side of me was wanting to get back to the comforts
    of home and to allow me to enjoy a normal summer of bumming around the
    house and shitting and pissing in thick diapers. If I didn't do this at
    my house, I did it at Tony's.
    	The other side of me was feeling some sadness and anticipation of
    separation from some good friends. I had gotten to know all the boys
    from my cabin so well and I hated to part ways with them. I would
    especially miss Matthew. I felt that I had contributed a great part to
    the betterment of his life. He wasn't Billy, that's for sure. I
    convinced him not to feel guilty about masturbating in diapers and
    instead to freely think about without inhibition how fun diapers are
    for boys to wear and use. I felt good that he was allowing himself to
    feel good about his natural boyhood feelings that resulted from his
    being in diapers, which I also felt was very natural for any boy who
    came to associate all his sexual impulses synonymously with the
    constant presence of diapers in that area of his body. At the same
    time, his religious beliefs were not compromised out of all this. I
    would have felt bad if he hadn't turned his Bible back over after we
    jacked off together.
    	I had known from the moment that I introduced myself to the other
    boys in my cabin that when this day came, the day we all boarded our
    buses for home, it would be hard to say goodbye to them. The moment was
    every bit as difficult to swallow as I anticipated. We hoped to meet
    again at the camp next year, but plans change and nothing was certain
    as to whether or not we would see each other again. We all exchanged
    mailing addresses and agreed to stay in touch.
    	Everyone was most interested in finding out if Tony and I would
    make our national television debut in diapers. They felt like they were
    among two future celebrities. I figured if I were to get my fifteen
    minutes of fame, it would be only appropriate for a boy like me that it
    involved diapers.
    	When it was time to leave we all threw our stuff into the bus
    that would be carrying our bags. Tony and I and most of the other boys
    were still in just diapers at this point. Nathan, Bryce, Tony and I
    left our shorts in our bas. We then boarded the bus. A roll call was
    conducted to ensure that everyone was accounted for. Then the driver
    reminded us that those of us who did not have our pants or shorts on
    would have to leave the bus wearing just diapers upon arriving at the
    school in the middle of town. The school was on a major thoroughfare
    and no doubt a lot of passersby would find it quite amusing to see a
    bunch of diaper-clad boys running to meet their waiting families. The
    four of us took a vote. It was unanimously decided to stay in just our
    diapers, especially seeing that the other boys on the bus were not
    getting up. Only a few boys decided at the last minute to get their
    shorts. When they returned, the driver said, "Anybody else? This is
    your last chance, boys."
    	After a couple seconds of silence, the driver said, "going
    once...going twice...gone!" With this, he shut the door and started the
    engine.
    	The drive back seemed even longer than the drive getting up here,
    even taking into account the fact that our bus had broken down on the
    way up. There wasn't a lot of talking on the way back. Most of the boys
    were tired and wanting to get home. As much as I enjoyed Camp Branson,
    I couldn't wait to get back home, get my butt super-diapered by Lisa
    and Cindy, as they undoubtedly missed doing this, and then crawl into
    my soft and comfy crib.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 49
    ---------------------------

    	After trying to rest on the bus while riding down the rough and
    bumpy road from the mountains, it was good just to see paved road
    again, and it was even better to see the first signs of returning to
    town, such as billboards, houses and stopping at the first red light
    since we had left. It felt good to be back home again. As we approached
    the school I could see several cars and people waiting outside as the
    caravan of buses pulled in. After the bus stopped we got off of the
    bus. I felt silly exiting the bus and walking out onto the parking lot
    wearing just my diaper and my shirt, but seeing that most of the boys
    were like this, I knew I wasn't the only one. Still, I could only
    imagine what the people driving by and riding by on their bicycles
    thought as dozens of conspicuously diapered boys exited from the three
    passenger buses. Tony and I went over to the bus carrying our
    belongings. Dozens of diaper-clad boys then dispersed throughout the
    parking lot to meet with their families again.
    	Tony, Bryce, Nathan and I walked together as we lugged our heavy
    bags around while we tried to locate our families. Looking at
    everyone's sagging diaper-butts it was easy to see that we were all due
    for a change. Even Tony and I were conspicuously in need of diaper
    changes in spite of the fact that we were wearing Thickies disposables.
    	Nathan's mother waved to him as she saw the four of us ambling
    about the parking lot trying to find where our families were waiting.
    At this point we realized that we would likely not see Nathan again or
    at least talk to him unless we exchanged phone numbers or something,
    being that he would be attending a different school than us. Quickly he
    gave us his number and told us to call him as he headed towards his
    mother's car.
    	"We will," I said. "We'll keep in touch."
    	Bryce then located his family. Cindy was waiting with Bryce's
    sister Gina. Cindy then got out of the car and greeted us.
    	"You guys!" she said. "You just can't stand to cover up those
    diapers, can you?"
    	"I guess we've sort of gotten used to it," I said.
    	"Even though everyone driving by sees you boys in your diapers,"
    Cindy said. She then waved to Gina as they pulled away.
    	"Where's Mom and Dad?" I asked.
    	"They're not here," Cindy said.
    	"What?" I said, surprised.
    	"I said they're not here," Cindy repeated. "We have to walk back
    home."
    	"You're kidding!" I said, realizing that this would mean I would
    have to walk home in diapers, ditto for Tony. As if this wasn't enough,
    we had heavy bags to haul home.
    	"Then why don't we get a ride from Bryce's Mom?" I asked.
    	"Too late, they're already down the road," Cindy said.
    	"What about my Mom?" Tony asked. "Chris can ride back with us."
    	"I haven't seen her," Cindy said. "Come on, diaper-butts, home's
    this way!"
    	"Are you shitting me?" I asked Cindy.
    	"No, but from the looks of that diaper on your butt, you sure
    shit yourself!" Cindy remarked.
    	Suddenly Kara came running out.
    	"Tony! We're over here!"
    	"Ahh, Kara!" Cindy said, sounding disappointed. "You knew we
    wanted to fool the boys!"
    	"So Mom and Dad *are* here, right?" I said, having realized that
    Cindy was joking.
    	"Yes, they are," Cindy said, hinting an apology in her voice.
    	"Very funny," I said.
    	"Oh come on, Chris, lighten up. Lisa and I haven't had you around
    for two weeks to tease, we missed you!" With this, Lisa patted me on
    the butt.
    	"And I missed patting your DIAPER BUTT!" Cindy said as she chased
    me around the lot, having cleared of several cars now. I felt the poop
    squishing around in the back of my diaper as I ran.
    	"Cindy! Not here!"
    	"Gee, Chris, it isn't like there aren't other diapered boys
    around here," Cindy said.
    	"Look, I'm tired, okay?" I asked Cindy. "I'm ready for a nap when
    I get home."
    	"Well, stinky-butt, before you get a nap, you'd better get a
    nappy!"
    	"Whatever," I said, dismissing the remark.
    	"'Nappy' means diaper in Britain," Cindy added, seeing that I
    didn't catch this. "Of all people, I would think *you* would have known
    that one, Chris!"
    	Kara then led Tony to where his mother was parked and waiting,
    which was just three cars down from where my own family was waiting.
    	"Bye, Tony! See you tomorrow!" I said as we parted ways.
    	When Cindy led me to the car, I was surprised to see that Lisa
    was sitting in the driver's seat. Dad was sitting in the back seat. I
    wasn't used to seeing this. Cindy went up to Lisa from the driver's
    side window and asked for the keys to the trunk. Lisa pulled them out
    of the ignition and handed them to Cindy. She then opened the trunk so
    that I could put my bags in it. Cindy then opened the back door and had
    me get in as I sat down next to Dad. Cindy then got in and closed the
    door behind her. She handed the keys back to Lisa.
    	"Glad to see you back, son," Dad said. "How was camp?"
    	"It was fun," I said, though in a groggy voice.
    	"We got your 'novel' in the mail," Dad said, referring to my
    letter. "It sounds like you had a lot of excitement."
    	"I did, but I'll sure he glad to get home and sleep in my own bed
    again."
    	"You sleep in a crib, Chris, remember?" Lisa said from the front.
    	"Bed, crib, whatever," I said. "I know it's more comfortable."
    	"Everybody got your seatbelts on?" Lisa asked all of us. I still
    hadn't fastened mine yet.
    	"Are *you* driving, Lisa?" I asked in surprise, having nearly
    forgotten that she had been taking driver's training while I was at
    camp.
    	"Yes, Chris, *I* am driving," Lisa said, having taken offense to
    the tone of my remark.
    	"She's doing really well," my Mom said as she was accompanying
    Lisa. "She'll have her license soon."
    	"Can she drive now?" I asked.
    	"Well, not really, but we don't have that far to go to get back
    home," my Mom said. At this point I was fumbling around for my
    seatbelt. Cindy could see that I was sitting on it, as the buckle was
    tucked down behind the seat.
    	"Sit up," Cindy told me. As I sat up, she reached her hand under
    my diapered bottom.
    	"Whoo, that diaper is ripe!" Cindy remarked as her knuckles
    pushed up against my butt as she pulled the buckle out from the seat. I
    sat back down and fastened it across my lap.
    	"Start `er up!" my Mom said. Lisa started the car, put it into
    reverse and flawlessly backed it out of the parking space. I had always
    taken for granted that Mom and Dad and all the adults I had ridden with
    knew what they were doing, but I was nervous as I had never seen Lisa
    drive before. Lisa then put the car into drive and moved forward. She
    put on her turn signal upon leaving the parking lot as she was likely
    drilled to do in her driver's education class; I never saw Mom or Dad
    or any experienced driver do this. Then we were out on the street
    headed for home. Lisa had a good command of the car and she came to a
    perfect stop at the next red light. I felt better now. She was,
    admittedly, a good driver.
    	On the way home everybody asked me about camp and all the things
    we did. Among the more mundane moments that I had at Camp Branson, I
    told them about the flagpole episode but I didn't mention that I was
    actually there when it happened. I told this story just as the rest of
    the camp believed that it had happened. I also withheld the fact that
    we got lost in the woods and had to be driven back to camp by another
    group of campers that we happened upon.
    	"So, what are you doing without your shorts on, anyway?" Cindy
    asked me as se tugged at my wet and poopy diaper.
    	"We just all decided to ride back without them," I said.
    	"Did you use your Thickies diaper that I stuck in your bag?" Lisa
    asked as she looked at me in the rearview mirror.
    	"Yes, I did, thanks," I said. "It made quite an impression on the
    other boys."
    	"As thick as they are, I imagine it did," Lisa said.
    	We made it back to the house in one piece as Lisa parked the car
    in the driveway. I got my bag out of the trunk and headed into the
    house. I never realized that I had missed home so much. It was the
    first time I had been in an air-conditioned environment. I went to the
    refrigerator and grabbed a cold soda and a glass of ice. I poured my
    drink into the ice I sat down in the kitchen and drank it down,
    savoring every sweet drop of the chilled, refreshing bubbly fizz.
    	"Ready for your cloth diapers again, Diaper-Butt?" Lisa said as
    she came into the kitchen carrying an armload of diapers. She couldn't
    wait to diaper me, and it looked like she really wanted to diaper me up
    good.
    	"If you don't mind, I want to shower first," I said.
    	"Okay, we'll have the diapers ready," Lisa said as she went into
    my room and laid the diapers out.
    	After I finished my drink I went into the bathroom and took off
    my soiled and soaked Thickies diaper. I stepped into the shower and
    washed myself clean. The poopy residue from my butt swirled down into
    the drain as I watched little pieces of fecal matter play follow-the-
    leader straight into the sewer. After I got showered off I stepped out
    and dried myself off. It felt so nice and refreshing to be clean again.
    	I held the towel around me as I walked into my room, though I
    realized that doing this was pointless as Lisa and Cindy always saw me
    naked anyway and were about to see me naked for the first time in two
    weeks as they had the diapers ready.
    	I noticed that there were stacks of diapers on top of my
    dressers. Lisa then remarked on this, stating that they had run out of
    room for storing my diapers.
    	"Since you were gone, Chris, we got you some bigger diapers, and
    then, since you weren't here to wear them and pee and poop in them all
    the time, we got them all washed. Usually you're wearing several of
    them and then there are more in the wash as well as several dirty ones,
    so when we got all your diapers washed we didn't realize you had so
    many of them!"
    	I assumed my position on the changing table. Lisa and Cindy each
    shook powder over my waiting genitals. I had a very full erection.
    	"I think Chris has grown since we last changed him," Lisa said,
    referring to my penis size.
    	"Either that or we've just forgotten," Cindy said.
    	My stiff dick didn't remain out in the open for long as the
    diapers were about to enshroud it in deep stacks of white cloth. With a
    stack of diapers too tall to stand without falling over, Lisa and Cindy
    each took turns putting a diaper on me and pinning it up tightly and
    abundantly. The stacked slowly diminished as the bulk around me
    increased accordingly. My sisters kept pinning diapers on me until I
    had over a dozen diapers on. These were just regular diapers, as to
    wear this many Thickies diapers at a time would be impossible.
    	"We really missed diapering your butt," Lisa said. "So we're just
    making up for it."
    	Cindy then brought over some of the brand new, bigger diapers
    that they had just gotten for me. With these diapers, Cindy took her
    turn at adding another diaper layer, followed by Lisa, then Cindy
    again, having applied a sixteenth and final diaper. All I could do was
    lie there before my two sisters, each of whom had ear-to-ear grins on
    their faces, glad to have their diaper-boy brother back again. My legs
    were spread apart by the very thick and wide diapers packed solidly
    into my crotch. It sure felt good to be back into super-thick and tight
    multiple cloth diapers again. I had an incredible hard-on and I
    couldn't wait to jack off, having missed the ultra-diapering that my
    sisters prided themselves upon giving me each day over the years.
    Lastly I had my plastic pants put on, a brand new Thickies pair, the
    biggest pair I had seen yet. Cindy handed me a shirt and she put it on
    for me. As high up as my diapers went I almost didn't really need the
    shirt but I was more comfortable with it on anyway. She then put some
    socks on my feet. Lisa pulled the gate down on my crib. I waddled over
    to it and climbed into it. My soft mattress was very much missed and
    appreciated as I lay myself down. It was too warm for the covers, so I
    just lay in the crib with my diapered state in full view. Lisa and
    Cindy stared at me for several seconds. I was wanting them to leave so
    I could jack off and then get some rest.
    	"Uhh, can I rest now?" I asked.
    	"Sure. We'll leave. We know you need some privacy now," Lisa
    giggled, knowing that I was not able to masturbate as much at camp.
    	"We just missed seeing our Diaper-Butt brother," Cindy said.
    	"You've got plenty of pictures," I said.
    	"True, but you can't slap your DIAPER-BUTT in a picture!" Lisa
    said as she reached over the gate and gave me a good whap on the
    behind. She, too, missed the affection that she enjoyed giving me for
    being in diapers all the time.
    	"Whoa, Cindy, we really diapered up that butt something
    seriously, didn't we!" Lisa said as she noted how much the diapers
    cushioned her hand as she patted my butt repeatedly.
    	"Okay, enough already!" I said, even though I was sort of
    enjoying the attention.
    	"Okay, we'll let you get some rest," Lisa said as she and Cindy
    finally left from my room. After they closed the door I began massaging
    the huge mass of diapers stretched and pinned up over my front, rising
    high enough to nearly cover up my nipples.
    	I thought about how much I was diapered again and how good it
    felt. I missed being in such thick diapers. I realized how much I
    really loved being diapered. My intense thoughts ran through my mind as
    I thought what I or another boy looked like in these diapers. I thought
    about what the diapers would feel like in a couple hours after I had
    peed and pooped in them. Actually, I didn't have to wait that long as I
    paused to take a shit, which was accompanied by pissing in my diapers
    with an erect penis. As my dick was oriented so that it pointed
    straight towards my stomach, when I wet it soaked into the uppermost
    portion of the diapers. It made me especially glad that they came up so
    high on me. In the rear I loaded up what little space there was in
    between my butt cheeks and the diapers with a heavy discharge of poop.
    My gooey shit instantly spread all over my butt. I pooped some more and
    added to the mess that I would be stuck in for the next several hours.
    Even through all those thick diapers, the air around began to stink of
    poop. I felt so nasty and horny as I savored these wonderful diaper-boy
    feelings once again.
    	Within a minute I came feverishly, draining myself of all the
    energy I had left in me. My semen drained from my balls and the jizz
    mixed in with the piss that had already soaked the high-rising front of
    my diapers. After my erection subsided and I got myself relaxed again,
    I turned back over on my side.
    	As I lay there, I thought about one of the reasons I went to camp
    in the first place, so that I wouldn't be stuck at home wondering if I
    would be a TV Diaper Boy. I figured the all-important letter had
    arrived while I was gone. If I had been selected, I figured I would
    have been told first thing. Nothing had been said of this yet, so I was
    concerned. In spite of how much I wanted to find out, my whole body was
    limp and weak from jacking off, and I was too tired to get up from my
    comfortable crib, so I decided to find out after I was ready to get
    back up. I rolled onto my stomach and drifted off to sleep.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 50
    ---------------------------

    	A couple hours later Lisa awakened me to join the family for
    dinner. I was still tired and groggy and my diaper was wet, at least
    the inner core of the thick mass of diapers that Lisa put on me. Still,
    I got up, looking forward to eating my first home-cooked meal in two
    weeks. I also wanted to find out if I had received any notification on
    being selected to model Thickies diapers.
    	"Did they pick me?" I asked Lisa.
    	"Did who pick you?" Lisa asked.
    	"Aww, come on, Lisa, you know what I'm talking about!"
    	"You'll find out after dinner," she said.
    	"Why can't I know now? Did they send anything?"
    	"Yes, they did," she said.
    	"So tell me!" I demanded.
    	"After dinner, okay?" she said.
    	"Okay, fine. When's dinner ready?"
    	"Oh, maybe thirty minutes," she said.
    	"I was sound asleep; you could have let me sleep some more," I
    said.
    	"You need some time to wake up," she said.
    	I got out of my crib and waddled out of my bedroom and then down
    the hallway and into the living room. Dad was sitting in his chair
    reading the Sunday paper. He looked up at me and nodded, hinting a
    smile. Dad wasn't much on showing his positive emotions, even when he
    was happy.
    	"Good to see you home again, son," my Dad said. "We missed you."
    	"I missed you too, Dad," I said. I walked over to him and he
    patted my head and mussed up my hair. I sat down on the couch next to
    his recliner and asked what he and the family had done while I was
    away. It didn't seem like I missed much of anything in the family, but
    I had learned that a warehouse downtown had burned down and my old
    elementary school got broken into. Funny the things a person misses in
    just two weeks. I asked Dad about my being selected to appear in the
    Thickies advertisements.
    	"We'll talk about it at dinner," he said.
    	"Can't you tell me now?" I asked.
    	"Well, we'd rather discuss it as a family," he said.
    	"So there *is* something to discuss?" I inflected my voice
    excitedly?"
    	"Well, yes," my dad said with a positive tone. "But that doesn't
    mean yes or no," he added. "One of the reasons we sent you to camp was
    so you wouldn't be home bugging us about it."
    	"So do you want me to go, that is, if I was chosen?" I asked Dad.
    	"Of course, son," my Dad added. "I just think we should be
    together at the table when we talk about it."
    	"Okay," I sighed, resigning myself to the fact that I would
    remain in suspense for at least another half hour. I didn't know what
    the big deal was about making me wait to find out if I was picked or
    not.
    	"Can't wait to find out, can you, boy?" my dad said. I had a
    feeling that they wouldn't be withholding this information from me if
    the answer was no. On the other hand, maybe they wanted me to enjoy
    dinner and get settled back in at home before delivering the bad news.
    I leaned back and sat with my legs apart and exposing the thickness and
    the width of the crotch of my diapers. Dad looked over at me and looked
    at my crotch, noting the uniform stack of diapers layered over me in a
    tight, solid pack.
    	"I'm glad your sisters haven't lost their touch," my Dad
    commented on how heavily and tightly I was diapered up. Dad also had a
    baseball game on TV, and as much as I wasn't much for sports, I got
    caught up in it and watched it a little. After a little while I asked
    Dad for the comics page and Dad handed it to me, so I read them and
    passed the time. Cotton also came up to me and meowed as he hopped up
    on the couch and curled up in my lap, apparently having missed the
    softness and the warmth of my diapers. He purred and kneaded my bulky
    diapers while I read the comics. After I was done reading and Cotton
    was done showing how much he missed me I got up and waddled to the
    kitchen, where Mom greeted me.
    	"Looks like the girls missed diapering you," my Mom commented as
    I came up to her in very thick diapers. I looked at the stove and saw
    that she was stirring a pot of spaghetti with meatballs. This was most
    definitely a treat! I loved spaghetti, and after two weeks of either
    undercooked or overcooked hot dogs, beans and overly greasy hamburgers,
    this was going to be a good dinner, indeed.
    	Mom set her spoon down and inspected my diapers by pulling back
    my plastic pants. She put her fingers in between my bottommost diaper
    and my back and her thumb on my topmost diaper and determined the
    volume of diapers that I had on was quite impressive.
    	"My, my, Lisa, looks like you put enough diapers on him to supply
    an entire day care with a diarrhea epidemic for a whole month!" my Mom
    commented.
    	"That's how he's usually diapered," Lisa said while she was
    making the salad. "Well, maybe I exaggerated a little, but still, well,
    I missed diapering him, what can I say?"
    	"I guess I've forgotten just how much Chris likes to be diapered
    up," my Mom said, patting me on the butt again. She then pulled my
    plastic pants down to my knees and then examined the number of diaper
    layers in my crotch, detecting that I had already wet them. Mom then
    pulled my plastic pants back up. At this moment I farted in Mom's face.
    	"Chris!" my Mom said in a partly humorous way.
    	"You mean you actually heard that one?" I said, slapping my own
    diapered butt to further acknowledge how thickly I was wearing my
    diapers. It felt so good to wear all my thick diapers after two weeks.
    I was getting hard and horny again and I wanted to jack off some more.
    	"Yes, and I smelled it, too, even through this wall of cotton on
    your butt!" With this, Mom hit my butt even harder, knowing that I
    wouldn't feel it. I think she missed seeing her diaper boy running
    around the house, too.
    	"Sorry, must be the beans from camp still processing in my
    system," I said to Mom.
    	"We'll just have to get used to that smell and more around here
    again," my Mom said. "Your diaper odors had dissipated while you were
    gone."
    	Lisa then came up to me and started spanking my diapered butt.
    	"I missed you. Chris," she said. "I missed spanking your big,
    thick diapered butt!" I actually didn't mind her doing this to me, and
    in fact, I was enjoying it and even letting it show. It felt good for
    things to be back to normal, I mused as I thought about this activity
    as being "normal."
    	"Okay, that's enough," Mom said to Lisa.
    	"Mom, I think he likes it!" Lisa said. She then took a couple
    more hard swings. "You can't hurt him, anyway!"
    	"Well, I need to go wash up, Lisa," Mom said as she stopped Lisa
    from her affectionate spanking of my behind "Can you finish stirring
    this?" my Mom asked Lisa so that she could go wash her hands after
    having touched my wet diapers.
    	Finally, dinner was served. Cindy came out of her room and joined
    the rest of us at the table. I don't remember a time when spaghetti,
    green salad and garlic bread looked better to me than it did tonight.
    This, and very thick diapers. I felt, well, pampered in more ways than
    one.
    	Still, the burning question: was I going to be Mr. Diaper Boy
    USA? After Lisa finished her second big helping, she brought up the
    topic.
    	"When should we tell him?" Lisa asked.
    	"I think he's had enough suspense," my Dad said, seeing that I
    had cleared my plate for the second time. My Mom got up from the table
    to hand me the letter. I pulled it out of the already opened envelope
    and unfolded it. Now I was very nervous and shaking. I couldn't even
    hold the letter still enough to read it very well. In fact, I could
    barely hold the letter in my hand at all.
    	I looked at the CKM Products letterhead and then the date. I
    almost couldn't bring myself to read it in case it wasn't good news. I
    decided to read it all at once and end this self-torture.

    Dear Mr. Barrett:

    CKM Products has concluded its final screening of its applicants for
    appearing in our advertising for Thickies brand diapers. The final
    candidates have been selected for modeling the diapers. Many factors
    went into consideration and the process of determining our candidates
    was a very difficult decision for our panel.

    After having carefully screened hundreds of applicants and dozens of
    qualifying hopefuls for appearing in our advertising for Thickies brand
    diapers, I am pleased to inform you that you have been SELECTED to
    model our reusable diaper products.

    	"YYESSSS!!!" I exclaimed. I was so happy I literally shit my
    diapers! "I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!"
    	"Congratulations, Chris!" my Dad said from across the table.
    	"Congratulations, brother!" Cindy said. "I knew you'd make the
    perfect diaper model!"
    	I got up from the table and I went over to Mom. I gave her a hug.
    I shook Dad's hand. Lisa and Cindy each gave me a hug as well as a
    kiss, and of course, a swat on the butt.
    	I went back to my seat and finished reading the rest of the
    letter. We talked about my being selected while we cleared the table
    and put the dishes in the dishwasher. We then sat down again and ate
    ice cream for dessert.
    	I was so excited about having been selected for being in the
    Thickies diaper commercials that I didn't even think about Tony and
    whether he had also been selected.
    	"I hope Tony was selected, too," I said.
    	"Well, Chris, that's why we were a little hesitant to tell you
    right away," my Dad said.
    	"What do you mean?" I asked.
    	"Tony didn't make it," my father replied.
    	I had come down from the exhilarating high that I was feeling
    just a moment ago. While I was still excited that I was selected, I was
    feeling bummed out that Tony was not going to be going to join me in
    the commercials. I felt like we had been a team all along and we should
    be in this thing together. I decided to call Tony right away. I knew he
    would be disappointed, and as I talked to him on the phone, my
    expectations were met.
    	It was hard to talk about how excited I was to appear in the
    commercial when I knew that Tony would think I was rubbing it in. He
    seemed to take the news gracefully, though, as disappointed he was.
    	"I will be getting a year's supply of Thickies disposables as a
    consolation," Tony said. It was only a small comfort to him, knowing
    that he had fallen so short of having attained this achievement.
    	"How do they determine a year's supply of diapers anyway?" I
    asked, trying to lighten up the discussion somewhat. It helped, for a
    moment, anyway.
    	"You're right, Chris, not everyone changes their diapers as often
    as others do," he said with a small laugh. Tony also sounded a little
    more hopeful when he said that he still may be chosen in the event that
    one of the other finalists would not be able to go.
    	"Let's keep our fingers crossed," Tony said.
    	"Right now my fingers are about the only thing I can cross," I
    said.
    	"What do you mean?" Tony asked.
    	"Well, I sure can't cross my legs right now since Lisa diapered
    me up plentifully," I said. While I was talking to Tony I tried
    crossing my legs, knowing full well that I couldn't even get my knees
    to touch, let alone get my legs to cross. No matter how hard I tried,
    the thick diapers in my crotch ensured that I would remain bow-legged
    and forced to waddle for the next several hours. The thought of being
    diapered like this as well as the sensation and the sight of all the
    diapers I was wearing brought me to a full erection again. Nobody was
    in the kitchen, so I started rubbing myself while sitting at the
    kitchen table talking on the phone.
    	"Lisa and Cindy really missed diapering me," I said as I pulled
    down the side of my plastic pants and starting idly picking at the many
    diaper pins that locked my diapers onto me so tightly.
    	"Kara missed me, too," Tony said. "She changed my diapers the
    minute we got home."
    	Before I realized it, I had been talking to Tony for almost half
    an hour. He was laughing and he almost sounded like he had shaken off
    his disappointment over not being chosen to appear in the Thickies
    commercials. Still, I knew he was feeling down about this, and the
    topic returned once more before I hung up.
    	"My Mom's taking me and Kara out to pizza and a movie tomorrow
    night to cheer me up," Tony said. "She said you're invited as well."
    	"Thanks," I said. "I'll look forward to it."
    	"Maybe we can have a sleepover as well," he said. We had slept in
    each other's presence among other boys for the last two weeks. Tonight
    would be my first night to myself and having a comfortable bed-- or in
    my case, a crib. As much as I wanted more than one night alone and in
    comfort, I felt that it would make Tony feel better if I spent the
    night at his house tomorrow. After having gotten permission, I told
    Tony I would see him tomorrow night.
    	After I hung up I went over to the computer and started writing
    an account of my experiences at Camp Branson. This took up the last two
    hours or so of my time before I had to go to bed. Lisa was already in
    bed as she had to get up early since she still had another week of
    driver's training. Dad was also in bed as he had to work early, so it
    was just Cindy, Mom and myself. Mom was taking a late night bath before
    going to bed. It was past eleven o-clock when Cindy's show on TV was
    over. She approached me, still in her denim shorts and blouse, and she
    asked me what I was writing.
    	"Just a story about the camp," I said as I turned off the monitor
    so she wouldn't see what I was typing. I was writing about the part
    where Jonny and I sneaked out one night and I helped him sabotage the
    boys in Cabin Five.
    	"Why don't you want me to see it?" Cindy asked me.
    	"Because it's private," I said sternly.
    	"Private?" Cindy questioned with a laugh.
    	"Yeah, private, you know, like, secret," I said, resenting her
    nosiness.
    	"You have no secrets left, Chris," Cindy said. "I see you naked
    dick, balls and butt covered in pee and poop every day and I clean it
    up, and I see how you react to this, being a boy and all. I smell your
    poop and your farts. Most of all, I know what you do in your diapers
    besides pee and poop in them, and I know what you think about when you
    do it," Cindy added, grinning ear to ear. "I know how that diaper-
    obsessed mind of yours works, little brother."
    	"Well, still, just respect my privacy, okay?" I said. Cindy
    ignored my request and she reached over me and turned the monitor on.
    	"Hey!" I said, trying to push her away.
    	"There's no such thing as privacy for you anymore, Chris," Cindy
    said. "I wanna read it!"
    	"No!" I said, turning the monitor back off again. I was standing
    in front of the computer with my legs spread, sticking my diapered butt
    in Cindy's face. While I was in this position I dumped a load of shit
    in my diapers.
    	"You know what all I did at camp, I told you and everyone all of
    that," I said, feeling the ooze still emerging from my butt and filling
    up the back half of my thick, still-exteriorly white diapers.
    	"I tend to doubt that you told us *everything,*" Cindy said.
    	"Okay,, so I left out some mundane and unimportant details, big
    deal," I said. Cindy wasn't buying it. She was almost fourteen and she
    had her share of sex education at school, not necessarily from the
    teachers. She knew more about boys than I wanted her to know,
    especially *this* boy-- me, her brother.
    	"I bet you and those other boys did some things while you were
    all together in the cabin that you haven't told us!" Cindy said, trying
    to force it out of me. I sat back down, feeling the poop mess in my
    diapers press up into my butt crack and ooze up to my balls.
    	"Really, and what makes you think of these things, Cindy?" I said
    as I turned around and sat facing Cindy with my legs straddling the
    chair.
    	"Because, I know what you think about, diaper boy!" she said with
    a satisfied expression on her face, looking down at my diapered crotch.
    Seeing that I appeared to be momentarily distracted by admiring my
    diapered state she caught me off guard and got up and turned the
    monitor on again. I turned around and I hit the "page up" key so that
    it would scroll to where less sensitive information had been written.
    	"We started jacking off in our diapers," Cindy read aloud as she
    picked out a sample sentence to read. "I betcha Mom would be proud of
    you for writing this," she said. "She already knows you write this kind
    of stuff anyway. Like I said, Chris, you have no privacy and no
    secrets, anymore."
    	Mom came back out from her bath and asked Cindy if she had
    changed me yet.
    	"Nope, not yet," she said.
    	"You kids should be getting to bed," my Mom said to us. "Better
    take him in and change him."
    	"Okay, will do, Mom!" Cindy said joyfully. "But I wanna get ready
    for bed first," Cindy said.
    	"Sure," Mom said. With this, Cindy ran to her room to change into
    her nightgown.
    	"Time for your diaper change, Chris," Mom said to me as I went
    back to the computer. "Go get ready for Cindy to change you. You've
    been on that computer all night."
    	"Can I do just one more thing?" I asked.
    	"You have all day tomorrow to finish," my Mom said. "It's getting
    late."
    	"It's not like I have to go to school," I protested.
    	"No, but you're tired, you just got back from camping, you need
    your rest."
    	"Just one thing, okay?" I pleaded. "Otherwise I'll forget," I
    said.
    	Mom sighed and told me to hurry it up with whatever I needed to
    do since she knew Cindy would be right back out. I had a feeling that
    Cindy would try to find out what I was writing, and then of course show
    it to Lisa and Mom and Dad and everyone else once she got a copy of it.
    I knew that all the things I wrote about concerning pissing, shitting
    and jacking off in diapers was nothing new to Cindy's or Lisa's eyes,
    but I didn't want them or my parents finding out about my involvement
    in getting the other boys in trouble at camp. I went back to the
    computer and brought the word processor back up. I called up the file
    and added a password to it. I then saved the file, exited, moved it to
    another section on the hard drive and then renamed it. For good measure
    I compressed the file and then I also "hid" the compressed file so that
    it wouldn't appear in the directory. I still had a secret or two, and
    it was now safe at last.
    	Cindy was delayed a few minutes by stopping to use the bathroom
    on her way out, giving me the time I needed to take all the necessary
    safeguards to protect what I felt was my one and only secret from my
    family. She came back out wearing a thin nightgown to keep cool on such
    a hot summer night. I could even see her skimpy panties showing through
    the thin fabric. My diapers had to have been literally several dozen
    times, probably well over a hundred times thicker than Cindy's panties,
    not to mention that my diapers went up so high on my back, whereas her
    bikini-style panties barely covered her butt crack. Not only this, but
    unlike Cindy's nightgown-- essentially a long shirt-- my shirt left my
    diapers entirely exposed, even as high up as my diapers rose. The
    thought of this comparison of our undergarments gave me an intense
    hard-on as I once again thought about how privilege I felt to be a boy
    in very thick diapers.
    	"I can't tell if you smell because you're padded so well!" Cindy
    said as she swatted me on the butt repeatedly.
    	"I can tell," Mom said.
    	"Must be my allergies," Cindy commented.
    	"When you get his diapers off, that'll clear your sinuses,
    especially if he smells like that when he's diapered up like that," Mom
    commented.
    	"Yeah, Lisa did diaper up his butt pretty heavily," Cindy said.
    "That is, *more* heavily than usual. I mean, geez, since when *don't*
    we at least diaper you *heavily*, you know, Chris?"
    	"It was nice breathing fresh air in this house while it lasted,"
    Mom commented while Cindy escorted me to my bedroom.
    	Cindy pulled off my plastic pants and then she spent several
    minutes taking out all the pins. I wouldn't say that she had gotten
    rusty in the last two weeks, but she wasn't quite as fast undiapering
    me as I was used to. Either that or it just seemed that way since Lisa
    decided to use even more pins than normal, with "normal" still being a
    dozen pins or so for each diaper.
    	"Now I can smell you," Cindy said as she finally got the last
    diaper off. She cleaned me up thoroughly and in the process kept my
    dick as hard as it could be without ejaculating. I was worried that I
    would shoot my load while she cleansed the shit off of my nuts and I
    almost did. Perhaps the fear of this happening is what prevented it.
    	With my butt and crotch returned to cleanliness, Cindy diapered
    me up again. She used a triple set of Thickies on me, which was even
    thicker than what Lisa had put on me. At this rate I would eventally be
    wearing diapers with a crotch thick enough to come down to my knees!
    The surface of the diapers was already several inches from my skin as
    it was. This wasn't an airy, fluffy stack, but a solid mass of fabric;
    I could have bounced a quarter off of my diapered crotch!
    	After Cindy diapered me for the night she went over to my
    drawers. I couldn't imagine what else she could possibly have me wear
    with my diapers. She pulled out the diaper alarm that had been stored
    away while I was gone, the device that measured the frequency and the
    volume of my body's output that collected in my diapers.
    	"We should have been using this on you," Cindy said as she
    strapped it around me and inserted the sensors deep down inside my
    thick diapers. "We have no other way to tell what's in your diapers or
    how much."
    	She activated the unit and it beeped to life. She did mute the
    sound, however so that it wouldn't wake me every time I peed and pooped
    in my sleep. Cindy then had to help me into my crib as my diapers made
    walking impractical. As it was hot and that my heavy diapers made me
    feel hot, but otherwise comfortable, I just lay there in my crib,
    waiting for Cindy to turn the light off and shut the door. I jacked off
    wildly, using the last of my energy that day and then I drifted off to
    sleep, enjoying the soft comfort of my own crib.

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Forever In Diapers, Parts 51-60

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