    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 91
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    	"Come on, Chris, wake up!" I heard Lisa's voice through the fog
    of my slumberous state upon being awakened. I had forgotten that I had
    fallen asleep in Derek's crib and thought that I was at home. I stirred
    around a little, but I didn't get up just yet. Lisa came over to me and
    patted my butt repeatedly with both hands, like a bongo drum.
    	"Wake up, Chris!" Lisa said in my ear.
    	"I'm awake, all right?" I said, holding my hand over my ear as it
    was now ringing from Lisa talking right into it.
    	"Me, too," Derek said in the middle of a yawn. Lisa examined his
    diapers and she noticed that his shirt had been pinned to his diapers.
    She leaned over me and picked at the pins and pulled on them. Jennie
    was in the room, too, checking up on Derek to make sure he was going to
    be awake in time for dinner.
    	"I see you've applied a few of the tricks that I taught you about
    diapering boys," Lisa said to Jennie, assuming that she was the one who
    had pinned Derek's diapers to his shirt.
    	"Oh yeah, except that I'm not the one who pinned his diapers to
    his shirt," Jennie said. "In fact, I'm not the one who diapered him."
    	"Then who did the diapering?" Lisa asked. Jennie then looked at
    me, directing Lisa to do the same.
    	"You diapered Derek?" Lisa asked me incredulously.
    	"Yes, as a matter of fact, I did," I said proudly as I braced my
    hands on my hips, feeling the pins stuck into the sides of my high-
    rising diapers.
    	"I showed him how," Jennie said with the same level of pride in
    her voice. "He did a good job, too."
    	"Let's see how good Chris *really* did," Lisa said as she took a
    closer look at Derek's diapers. "After almost four years of diapering
    Chris, I think I'm qualified enough to be a judge of such matters."
    	Derek was wide awake now, but he was still lying on his stomach
    with his butt up in the air. He looked up at Lisa as she bent over me
    and stood above him. She started examining my diaper job on Derek.
    	"First, let's check for thickness in the rear, since you're
    already in the right position for this," Lisa said to Derek. Lisa bent
    down and looked at Derek's butt more closely.
    	"He's diapered heavily enough, that's for sure," Lisa said. "But
    let's find out for sure if they're thick enough." She ran her hand over
    the densely packed bunches of cloth. She then studied the stack of the
    diapers where his butt met his crotch, examining the layering. She
    backed away and pretended to be marking items off on an imaginary
    clipboard.
    	"Thickness, passed," Lisa said. "Gotta work on layering the
    diapers more evenly, though," she added.
    	"You're not that anal about diapers, are you?" I asked Lisa.
    	"You're the ones who poop in them, so I'd say you boys are the
    *anal* ones when it comes to your diapers," Lisa said.
    	"That's not what I meant by 'anal,'" I said.
    	"So you're being anal about what anal means?" Lisa said.
    	"Never mind," I groaned.
    	"What's 'anal' mean?" Derek asked.
    	"Never mind," Lisa said. "You're too young to know that."
    	"Depends on how you apply the word," I said.
    	"So what's it mean?" Derek asked. I figured he might as well
    know, so I answered his question.
    	"It means your butthole," I said. Derek laughed.
    	"So that means I poop and fart out my anal?" Derek said.
    	"No, you poop and fart out your anus," I corrected him.
    	"Uranus? That's a planet!" Derek said.
    	"If that's the case, then you poop and fart out your moon, get
    it?" I said. "Moon, as in your butt?!"
    	Derek and I enjoyed another laugh. I was on a roll now.
    	"That's why they call it astronomy," I said. "Get it? ASS-
    tronomy!" I pointed to my rear end and Derek and I laughed even more.
    Lisa groaned at all my bad puns, slapping me on the butt a couple
    times, and then she resumed her informal inspection of Derek's diapers.
    	"And now, the spank test," Lisa said.
    	"Spank test?" Derek asked, uncertain what this meant. His eyes
    instantly popped wide open. He then started to get up. He was on his
    knees now, elevating his rear end and putting himself in the perfect
    position for what Lisa was about to do.
    	"Hold still, Derek," Lisa told him.
    	Lisa then held her hand up as high as she could over Derek and
    then, with full strength, she gave Derek's derriere one big, loud, hard
    spank. WHOMP! I could feel the pocket of air that had been trapped in
    Derek's plastic pants puff out of the leg opening and onto my leg.
    	"Hey!" Derek shouted. "Don't do that!"
    	"Did you feel anything?" Lisa asked him.
    	"Yeah!" Derek answered.
    	"But it didn't hurt, did it?"
    	"I felt it," Derek said.
    	"I betcha you'd be crying your butt off now if I spanked you like
    that and you weren't wearing diapers, huh?"
    	Derek agreed that he would, indeed, be bawling had he not had
    diapers on to protect his butt from the blow of Lisa's hand.
    	"Another good reason to wear diapers," I told Derek.
    	"Yeah, my Mom hasn't been able to spank me ever since she started
    putting me in diapers," Derek said with a smile. With this, Lisa
    spanked him again. Jennie then decided to join in on the fun. Jennie
    hopped up in the crib with us. She sat on Derek's legs and swatted his
    butt repeatedly.
    	"Stop it!" Derek said. "Enough!"
    	"Come on, it's not like it's hurting you!" Jennie said. She kept
    spanking him, trying to make it hurt, but knowing that her full
    strength was hardly sufficient to penetrate Derek's very thick diapers.
    	"Quit it!" Derek whined again. I could tell that Derek was
    getting annoyed, so I diverted Jennie's attention and told her that she
    could spank me instead. She stopped slapping Derek's butt and then
    accepted my invitation for her to play paddle my bottom instead. Derek
    turned himself around and sat up. He was stuck in his crib since Jennie
    and I were blocking him in and that his crib was up against the wall.
    He sat and watched Jennie swing her hand at my rear end as hard as she
    could.
    	"See, Derek? I can't feel a thing!" I said. Lisa then took
    another hard whack at my backside.
    	"Four years of diapering his butt and I still have yet to make
    him cry!" Lisa said.
    	"Here, you can spank me now!" Jennie said. She was still in her
    bikini, which left much of her buttocks exposed.
    	"What for?" I asked her. She obviously wasn't wearing diapers and
    was therefore severely lacking the protection that Derek and I were
    wearing.
    	"Just to prove a point," she said. She then stuck her nearly
    naked behind in my face.
    	"Go ahead, give it all you got!" Jennie said as she pointed to
    her right butt cheek. I felt awkward doing it, but I went ahead and did
    it anyway. I swung my hand back and then gave her a fairly good hit on
    her behind, but nothing that would elicit much pain.
    	"Oh come on!" she said. "Harder than that!"
    	"I don't want to hurt you," I said. "I mean, you're not wearing--
    "
    	"Of course I'm not wearing diapers, I'm a girl," she said. Lisa
    nodded in agreement and smiled.
    	"I'm a big girl," Jennie said confidently. "So even if it hurts I
    won't cry. Mom stopped spanking me when I was nine because she found
    out that it didn't make me cry anymore."
    	"Okay," I said hesitantly. I tried to imagine that I was hitting
    Tony's butt with diapers on it instead so that I would want to hit
    harder, but it was difficult to pretend this since Tony's butt was
    hardly ever bare and I never saw Tony with only a strip of thin
    fluorescent yellow fabric running up his butt crack. Instead I
    pretended that Jennie was Megan. I don't know why, but this seemed to
    help, perhaps because I knew Megan was older and bigger. With more
    force this time, I slapped Jennie on the butt and left a red mark where
    my hand struck.
    	"Oww!" Jennie yelped loudly. While she didn't cry, I knew that it
    had to hurt. I felt bad for doing it, but she did ask for it.
    	"Was that hard enough?" I asked her.
    	"Yeah, that was good," Jennie said as she rubbed where I had hit
    her.
    	"See?" Jennie said to Derek. "Aren't you glad you wear diapers
    now?" She spanked his butt again to demonstrate the difference between
    wearing diapers and not wearing them.
    	"Stop doing that," he said. "You know that I can't feel it!"
    	"Here, you can spank me!" Jennie said as she offered her behind
    to Derek so that he could get a free shot at hitting her. He took
    advantage of this situation and he let her have it six or seven times,
    using his full strength, before she told him to stop.
    	"Ha! Ha! You don't have diapers on to protect your butt like I
    do!" Derek said.
    	"I'd rather get spanked than wear diapers, if you ask me," Jennie
    said. She then got out of the crib so that Derek and I could both get
    out as well. Lisa checked Derek's diapers some more. She knelt down and
    pulled down his plastic pants so that she could check my pinning job.
    Derek didn't seem to mind Lisa giving him this attention as he was very
    cooperative. I think he was enjoying it, especially when Lisa examined
    the front of his diapers and ran her hands over it to check for
    wetness.
    	"Your pee is holding in well so far," Lisa said to Derek. "Have
    you pooped yet?"
    	"Not yet," Derek said.
    	"Hard to check from the back with your shirt and diapers pinned
    together," Lisa said as she pointed out that there was no way she could
    pull back Derek's diapers from the rear.
    	"You can't tell through these thick diapers, can you?" This time
    Derek was spanking his own butt to demonstrate the thickness of his
    diapers.
    	"That's one reason we've always diapered Chris so thickly," Lisa
    explained. "I mean. who wants to see and smell your little brother's
    shit all day long?"
    	"I agree," Jennie said. "I'd rather look at my brothers' white
    diapered butts without seeing if they're clean or not."
    	"More often than not, they're not clean," Lisa said.
    	Lisa then looked over the diaper pins and made a critical
    assessment of my performance in this area.
    	"Hmm, not bad on the pins, Chris, but you need to put them in
    straighter, a little tighter, and you need to use more. No wonder you
    had so many of them left over for his shirt."
    	"At least I put them to good use, didn't I?" I said, pointing out
    the pins in Derek's shirt.
    	"Yeah, I'll give you credit for that," Lisa said.
    	"So how did I do?" I asked Lisa.
    	"Overall, I'd say you got a B," she replied. "Considering this
    was your first time, you actually did quite well."
    	"It was my second time," I said. "I diapered Steven today, too."
    	"Well, since you've watched Cindy and me do it for so long, you
    should pretty much know what to do now."
    	Steven came waddling into the room announcing that he had pooped
    in his diapers.
    	"I need a diaper change," he said. Jennie pulled back on the
    thick cloth diapers covering his behind and confirmed that her littlest
    brother made a not-so-little mess of his butt. This was made more
    evident by the way Jennie winced when she caught a whiff of Steven's
    stinky diapers.
    	"Okay, I'll change you in a little bit," she said.
    	"I want Chris to change my diapers!" Steven said as he pointed to
    me.
    	"We have to get going soon," Lisa said to Jennie.
    	"Steven, Chris has got to go home now, so he's not going to
    change you."
    	"But Chris is fun when he changes me!" Steven said.
    	"I can make it fun, too," Jennie promised him.
    	"I want Chris to change me!" Steven clamored again.
    	"Chris can change you any time," Jennie said to him. "He lives
    right next door, and we can even call him over to change you."
    	Jennie then told Steven to get on his bed and she'd be there in a
    moment to change him.
    	"Why not Chris change me?" Steven asked again.
    	"Because Chris is leaving now, dear," Jennie replied again.
    	"I want Chris!" he said, crying as I was about to leave.
    	"Look, either I can change you, or you can keep wearing your wet
    and dirty diapers on your butt for the rest of the night until Chris
    comes over tomorrow morning to change you like you want him to."
    	I walked over to Steven and told him that I had to leave and
    apologized for having to do so, but I promised him that I would change
    his diapers tomorrow morning. This seemed to pacify him enough to allow
    Lisa and I to head back to our house.
    	"See you later, Derek," I said to him as Lisa and I went out the
    front door.
    	As soon as we got to our house I went into my bedroom and waited
    for Lisa to come in and change my diapers. It had been awhile since she
    changed me, so I hoped she hadn't lost her touch. The mess that awaited
    her would surely make up for the diaper changes that she had missed.
    	Lisa pulled off my plastic pants and removed all the pins from my
    diapers with the same speed as she had always demonstrated. In spite of
    the strong odors and the volume of poop that she would have to clean
    off of me, this didn't seem to bother her at all and she took care of
    the mess just as efficiently as before. Still, there was something that
    didn't seem the same. It seemed like it wasn't as big of a deal to Lisa
    anymore that she got to change her little brother's stinky diapers. I
    was going to ask her if she still liked to change my diapers, but
    instead she initiated the dialog regarding this concern.
    	"You know, Chris, I wish you were a little boy again sometimes,"
    Lisa said as she ran the wipe through my butt crack one last time just
    to be sure that there was no more poop.
    	"Why do you say that?" I asked Lisa.
    	"There's just something different about changing a little boy,
    like Derek, over changing a boy who's almost a teenager, like you."
    	I had to agree that Derek was more charming for a diaper boy,
    being that he was still small, young and soft. His voice rang with
    youth, while mine was starting to lose its boyish tone, evidenced by my
    occasionally cracking voice. He was closer to his babyhood than I was.
    I knew that my boyhood was gradually disappearing and slowly giving way
    to manhood, but I still looked and felt very much like a boy and I
    wanted to make sure Lisa would agree with this.
    	"Maybe you could shave off my pubic hairs," I suggested.
    	"That would help, but still, you're, well, you just get really
    big, and I feel kind of funny changing your diapers while looking at
    your dick getting so aroused."
    	"It's always done that," I told her. "It's just, well, more
    noticeable now."
    	"So you wish I had a smaller dick again?" I asked Lisa. "I
    thought you girls like that sort of thing."
    	"With boyfriends, yes," Lisa said, speaking from experience of
    course, though she didn't include this particular detail. "It's totally
    different where brothers are concerned. Besides, I know Tony wouldn't
    appreciate it if you had a smaller dick."
    	"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked Lisa.
    	"I think you'd be surprised what I know about you two," she said
    with a knowing grin.
    	I almost blurted out telling Lisa that I had also had some
    experiences with Megan, but I stopped myself short of revealing this.
    	"You been spying on us?" I asked Lisa, which only further gave
    away some of our activities.
    	"No, I just know what boys your age like to do together. Besides,
    you wouldn't have asked if I were spying if you had nothing to hide
    from me."
    	Lisa proceeded with my diaper change. Since I was going to be
    going to the fair tonight, she put a disposable diaper on me. I hoped
    she would put me in cloth diapers when we got home tonight. I was down
    to my last disposable as I expected.
    	"Uh oh, this is your last disposable," Lisa commented when she
    realized that I was now out of disposables.
    	"I told you all last night that we needed to stop by Kidz Klothez
    while we were at the mall, because I needed more diapers!" I reminded
    Lisa.
    	"Mom can get you some tomorrow," Lisa said.
    	"You said that yesterday," I told her.
    	"Well, yesterday, today was tomorrow, but now that yesterday's
    tomorrow has become today, it's no longer tomorrow," Lisa said,
    finishing with a smile.
    	"Uhh, run that by me again?" I asked Lisa since I had no idea
    what she just said. She grinned at me as I gave her a baffled look.
    	"Never mind," she said. "You don't need any more diapers until
    school starts anyway."
    	"I'm going on rides, you know," I said. "Big rides, the real
    pants-pissers of them all. We'll be there awhile and I'll likely drink
    a lot of pop, anyway, so I know I'll need to change at least once."
    	"Okay, we'll stop by the mall real quick," Lisa sighed. This was
    the first time Lisa actually didn't welcome the idea of going to her
    big shopping Mecca known as the mall. She also usually looked forward
    to going into Kidz Klothez just to watch me having ask for diapers and
    then carry them out of the store. I was feeling more concerned about
    how she felt about me wearing diapers. As much as I hated the teasing
    at the beginning, I knew that I would miss it very much now because of
    the fact that it meant I was getting attention.
    	"So, do you still like to change my diapers?" I asked Lisa.
    	"What kind of question is that?" Lisa asked me quizzically.
    	"I dunno," I said. "It just seems that you don't change me as
    much as you used to, nor that you seem to enjoy it as much anymore."
    	"Chris, I still like to change your diapers," Lisa said, assuring
    me with a genuine smile. "You're still my little brother and you still
    look like a little boy to me. I know you enjoy it, too, and I think
    it's still cute that you like to wear them-- not that you have a choice
    now. What made you think that I didn't?"
    	"I dunno," I said. "You just don't do it as much as you used to."
    	"I'm busier now with work and hanging out with my friends," she
    said. "Another thing you have to think about is that I've been changing
    your diapers for close to four years now, so it's nothing new to anyone
    anymore. It's not like when I was twelve and you just started wearing
    diapers and I got to see what you looked like naked every day and see
    how ashamed you looked for getting yourself into the situation you were
    in. I liked to see you waddle and see how your butt stuck out so much
    from all the diapers you had put on you. I liked keeping your pants
    from you and knowing you couldn't wear them anyway because of how thick
    your diapers were. I had fun finding out how many diapers and pins I
    could put on you and how long you could wear them without being
    changed. I liked making you get all stinky and dirty and then bringing
    all my friends over to see you in all those diapers, trying to hide and
    trying to walk in them hoping they wouldn't smell how much you pooped
    in your diapers."
    	I was getting a hard-on just from listening to Lisa reminisce
    about how she felt when she started diapering me four years ago. It
    made me wish I were eight years old again, maybe even younger so I
    could have more years of diaper-wearing to think back upon. Ultimately,
    I wish I could go back to age four and change the fact that I was ever
    toilet trained at all.
    	"I see you enjoy thinking back to those days, too," Lisa said
    when she noticed my dick instantly jump to full erection after it had a
    chance to go limp for a moment.
    	"I do," I said.
    	"It's still fun to diaper you, Chris, but face it, some things
    just aren't the same as they used to be; the novelty's worn off. I
    think the time will come when you will eventually start having to
    change your own diapers more. You know how to do it yourself, at least
    you know how to change other boys the same way we diaper you all the
    time. You don't think I'll still be changing your diapers when you're
    twenty, do you?"
    	"Probably not," I admitted, knowing by then that I would not be a
    boy at all, at least physically. I loved being sexually mature enough
    to jack off and enjoy my diapers this way, but this getting older and
    aging shit was beginning to sound sucky to me. I wanted to be young
    forever, return to being Derek's age again. That was when getting
    teased by my sisters was more fun, in retrospect.
    	"I'll miss getting super-diapered, that's for sure," I said. "I
    know I couldn't diaper myself the way you and Cindy diaper me."
    	"You'll probably not be home as much, either, Chris. Pretty soon
    you'll be working like me and you'll probably just wear disposables to
    work, and believe it or not, they'll actually make you wear pants,
    too."
    	"That'll take some getting used to," I said, having worn only
    diapers at every possible opportunity for almost four years. "But that
    won't be for another four years at least."
    	"I know, but face it, Chris, you won't always be a little boy."
    	Lisa finished taping up my disposable diaper and then she left
    the room. I went around in just my diaper while I waited for Lisa to
    shower and get herself dressed up for the fair. As she was wanting to
    attract the attention of the boys, she put on her shortest butt-
    exposing cutoffs and she also put on a black Metallica T-shirt that
    helped to display her boobs more as the shirt was a little tight on her
    now. She also put on some extra earrings and she went heavy on the
    makeup. She looked like a slut, but I didn't say this to her, but I did
    comment on her appearance.
    	"Are you going like that?" I asked her.
    	"No, you think I'm going in my work clothes?" Lisa said
    sarcastically. "Of course I'm going like this!"
    	"Okay," I said. It just made me all the more glad that Tony was
    going to be going with us and wouldn't have to hang around with Lisa
    looking like a plump prostitute.
    	"Are you going like that?" Lisa asked me, seeing that I was still
    in just my shirt and my diaper. Since she was sarcastic to me, I
    decided to be sarcastic to her.
    	"Yep, since this is all I like to wear anyway," I said.
    	"Okay," Lisa said. "Meet me out in my car."
    	"What did you think I was going to wear?" I asked Lisa.
    	"Well, since you ride around the neighborhood on your bike in
    diapers, why should I put it past you to go to the fair in your
    diapers?"
    	"I was only kidding," I said.
    	"And so was I," Lisa said. "Why did you ask me if I was going
    dressed like this?"
    	"I dunno, it's..."
    	"Yes, it's revealing, and everyone will look at me and stare at
    my ass and all, but that's the idea. Besides, guys do that sort of
    stuff anyway, at least the straight ones do. Now get some shorts on,
    that is, unless you want everyone to look at you, too, and they would."
    	"Can you get them for me?" I asked her.
    	"That's another thing," Lisa said. "I think it's been established
    that you are not going to get any crazy ideas about taking your diapers
    off and wearing your pants or shorts, so I think you should be allowed
    to have access to your own pants and shorts," Lisa said. With this, she
    went to her room and grabbed my pants and shorts and handed them over
    to me, thus rescinding a 1,401 day old rule concerning my diapers and
    limiting my access to my pants.
    	"Thanks," I said dubiously. I had to agree that it was pointless
    to keep my pants away from me anymore since I wasn't about to wear them
    unless I needed them, but I liked knowing that I had no access to
    anything that I could use to cover up my diapers. I slipped the shorts
    on and then left my room. I grabbed my new backpack that I was going to
    use for school this year. I planned to fill it with several disposable
    diapers once my supply was replenished. Before I left I went to Mom so
    that she could give me money for food, games and rides, as well as more
    diapers. I then joined Lisa out in her new car. It was the first time
    that I would get to ride in it.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 92
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    	When I went out to Lisa's car and got ready to sit down on the
    seat I noticed that she had laid down on the passenger's seat the large
    plastic bag from her recent purchase at the plus-sizes shop at the
    mall. Instinctively, I picked it up and started to move it.
    	"No, no, Chris, leave the bag there!" Lisa said insistently.
    	"Why?" I asked her.
    	"In case your diaper leaks I don't want it getting onto the
    seat," she said.
    	"Uhh, Lisa, these are THICKIES diapers," I stated firmly while
    pulling the legband of my shorts back to let her see the thick diaper,
    which of course she knew I was already wearing. "Thickies don't leak,
    ever!"
    	"I know, but it's just a precaution," Lisa said.
    	"You just changed me; I'm still dry!" I told her.
    	"I don't want to see my car get ruined," Lisa replied without
    acknowledging my last statement.
    	"It makes about as much sense to make me sit on plastic, even
    with thick diapers on, as it does to build a chain link fence around
    Fort Knox and putting a padlock on the gate," I said.
    	"Excuse me?" Lisa asked me.
    	"It's redundant, it does little to make any difference, and it's
    unnecessary," I said as I pulled the plastic bag out from under my
    butt. I tossed it into the back seat.
    	"If your diaper leaks, you're cleaning it up," Lisa said as she
    started the ignition.
    	"I'd be willing to bet all of my allowance for the next year that
    it won't leak on me," I said confidently. "Two years."
    	Lisa put her car into gear and then took off down the street and
    headed for the fair. She turned on the air conditioner, for which I was
    very thankful she had selected such a car so equipped, and then she
    turned on the radio. It sounded like crap and I hoped she'd get
    something more decent, something with some bass, at least.
    	We had a few stops to make along the way beforehand. First we
    went to Tony's house to pick him up. Tony was still running around in
    his T-shirt and his diaper when I showed up, nothing unusual about
    that, except that he knew we were coming and I expected him to be
    ready.
    	"Well, hell, if you're not going to wear your shorts to the fair,
    why should I?" I said jokingly as I took my shorts down for a moment
    before pulling them back up. I noticed Tony was busy looking through
    his closet. I also noticed that he was wearing a very wet and poopy
    Thickies diaper and he needed to be changed. The crotch of his diaper
    was sagging from holding at least a couple quarts of urine, but it
    still stayed close to his body and was not leaking. He was not ready to
    leave.
    	"Are you looking for your shorts?" I asked him.
    	"No, I'm looking to see if I have any more diapers lying around
    here," he replied. "I knew I was running low on diapers, and I was
    going to pick some up at the same time you were getting yours, but I
    thought I had at least one more, damn!"
    	"Well, I don't have any extra disposables with me or I'd let you
    use one of mine," I offered.
    	"Thanks, I know you would," Tony said. "I guess I'm going to have
    to go like this and change as soon as I get some more diapers."
    	"I thought you were getting a year's supply of Thickies
    disposables because they originally didn't accept you for being in the
    Thickies ads," I said.
    	"I am, but we were hoping the next shipment would arrive this
    week," he said. "Guess it's a good idea to keep extras on hand for
    things like this. God, I need a change!"
    	Even though I could plainly see that Tony's diaper was loaded, I
    decided to check it anyway by patting Tony's diapered bottom. His shit-
    filled backside felt like warm pudding.
    	"Yeah, I'd say you need a change, all right," I said. Being
    Thickies diapers, he had to have worn this one all day long. No other
    diaper could possibly get as full and still stay fastened to the body.
    It looked like it was about to fall off of him.
    	A moment later I heard Lisa honking her horn.
    	"We'd better get going," I said. I watched Tony pull his shorts
    up over his over-soiled and over-soaked diaper. We then left his room
    and told his mother we were getting ready to take off. His mother gave
    him some money for his admission, games, food and rides at the fair. As
    Tony hugged his mother, she noticed how much he smelled, not to mention
    that his diaper was about to burst.
    	"Didn't you change yet?" his mother asked him.
    	"No, Mom, I ran out of diapers."
    	"I thought you said you still had some," his mother said.
    	"So did I," Tony answered. His mother then looked at me.
    	"Sorry, I'm out of disposables, too," I shrugged. "I have to pick
    up some more diapers before we go to the fair."
    	"Then you'd better get some, too, Tony," his mother said. She
    reached into her purse and handed Tony another $20 bill. "From now on
    let's make sure you have a backup supply."
    	"Did you call about the diaper shipment?" Tony asked his Mom.
    	"Yes, they said they're having trouble keeping up with supply and
    distribution," his mother said. "Ever since the ads came out, they're
    really selling."
    	That was great news, I thought, especially since my father bought
    several shares of the company's stock in my name.
    	"I hope the store still has some," Tony said.
    	"If they're out, they do have other brands, you know," Tony's mom
    said. I knew that Tony would never back down on his loyalty to wearing
    Thickies diapers. Tony headed over to the phone and picked it up.
    	"I'll call and find out," he said. Another blare from Lisa's car
    horn was sounded. Tony's mother then took the phone from his hand and
    hung it back up.
    	"You boys better get going; Lisa sounds like she's getting
    impatient," Tony's Mom said, patting each of us on the behind. "Even if
    they're out, who else is going to have Thickies anyway?"
    	"Let's go," I told Tony. We said goodbye to his mother and headed
    towards the door.
    	"Have fun, boys," Tony's mother said to us as we left the house.
    Tony hadn't yet seen Lisa's car or even knew she had gotten a car of
    her own.
    	"When did you guys get a new car?" Tony asked me as he stood
    still in the front yard and stared at Lisa's car.
    	"That's Lisa's car," I said. Lisa was staring at us, waving her
    hands around. She motioned for us to hurry up, and then she opened her
    door and got out of the car and stood up.
    	"Come on!" she yelled. "Get your butts moving!"
    	"My butt's not that easy to move with the way my diaper is right
    now," Tony remarked. Lisa didn't say anything back to him.
    	We walked up to the car and I opened the passenger door. I pulled
    the front seat forward so that Tony could get into the back seat. As he
    stuck his butt into my face upon climbing in I could smell the odors of
    his overripe diaper.
    	"What took you so damn long?" Lisa asked us indignantly. She
    didn't even give me a chance to get my door all the way closed before
    she threw her car into gear and drove away.
    	"It's my fault, I'm sorry," Tony admitted. "I ran out of diapers
    and I was looking to see if I had another one."
    	"You smell like you need a change," she said. "I know it's not
    Chris, since I just changed him."
    	"Yeah, I had to wear this one all day, hoping the next shipment
    of free diapers from Thickies would arrive," Tony said. "I thought I
    had some extras."
    	"Chris has to get some diapers, too, so you might as well use one
    of his," Lisa said.
    	"I'm buying some of my own," Tony replied.
    	"I don't care whose diapers you use," Lisa said to Tony. "You
    need to be changed, phew! You're stinking up my car."
    	"Nice car," Tony commented.
    	"Thanks," Lisa said. "I know, the radio sucks, so I'll get that
    taken care of soon."
    	It didn't take long for Lisa to crack her window so that the
    strong, almost asphyxiating smells of Tony's diapers wouldn't stink up
    the car. We got to a red light, where Lisa turned around and told Tony
    to sit on the plastic bag that I had tossed back there after I rejected
    Lisa's insistence that I sit on it. Tony agreed that it would be a good
    idea for him to use the bag, given the condition of his diaper. In
    fact, I could see that it was leaking into his shorts.
    	"Uhh, Tony, your diaper is beginning to leak," I said. He looked
    down and said, "oh shit!"
    	"Ha!" Lisa said. "You owe me your allowance for the next two
    years!"
    	"What do you mean?" I asked her.
    	"You said you'd bet your next two years allowance that Thickies
    don't leak, ever!"
    	"He's been wearing it all day," I said. "You should have seen how
    full it was. It was about to explode."
    	"He'll clean it up if it does," Lisa said.
    	"All diapers will leak sooner or later," Tony said. "Even
    Thickies can only hold so much."
    	"Okay, so maybe I should have said that Thickies don't leak under
    normal conditions," I said.
    	"With you boys and what you put in your diapers, I'd say there's
    no such thing as 'normal conditions.'" Lisa said. She then turned down
    the next street and headed to Betty's house. Lisa stopped the car and
    got out, telling us to stay put, as if we were going to just get out
    and walk around the neighborhood.
    	I rolled down my window since I was getting hot without the air
    conditioner running. Tony and I sat there and watched Betty's brother
    Carl passing a football back and forth with some of his friends in the
    front yard. They were all big boys, especially Carl. I thought he was
    big when I last saw him a couple years ago. He was definitely built to
    be a football player. I didn't see Carl that much, and for good reason.
    We didn't get along well. Last time I saw him he called me names for
    wearing diapers. Being that he was such a macho jock, it didn't
    surprise me that he carried this attitude. I hoped he would leave Tony
    and me alone or not even noticed we were sitting there in Lisa's car.
    	"Remember the time Betty said she put a laxative in Carl's drink
    and made him poop his pants?" I asked Tony. We laughed as we reminisced
    about this incident.
    	"Did she put him in diapers after that?" Tony asked. "I can't
    remember."
    	"Nope, but she made him wear a whole bunch of underpants for it,"
    I answered with a giggle. "I was hoping he'd want to wear diapers after
    this and then come over and play with us in diapers, but I guess he
    didn't take to this like I thought he would. Glad he didn't, since he's
    a jerk, anyway."
    	A moment later Lisa and Betty came out to the car. Betty was also
    very suggestively dressed, wearing the shortest shorts she could get
    away with and not be charged for indecent exposure. Betty was finishing
    up her cigarette since Lisa didn't want anyone smoking in her car. Carl
    then came over to Betty and Lisa.
    	"I see you're taking the diaper boys with you," Carl said to Lisa
    while pointing his thumb at us. He then looked at me with a
    contemptuous stare. I didn't even acknowledge his existence. "They are
    still wearing diapers, I assume."
    	"Yes, so why is it any of your business?" Betty asked Carl.
    	"I just think it's silly that anyone would want to wear diapers,"
    he said.
    	"I think it's silly that anyone would want to play football," I
    said. Tony agreed, being that neither of us were much into sports and
    that we both hated all the kids at school who liked to play football.
    	"How do you put up with it, Lisa?" Carl asked.
    	"You get used to it," Lisa said. Carl asked her other questions
    about her diapering me all the time.
    	"You want to try wearing diapers sometime?" Lisa asked Carl.
    	"No!" he shot back.
    	"Why, you seem awfully interested in wearing diapers since you
    keep asking me about them," Lisa said. Carl appeared to be speechless
    at this point. I think he just wanted to talk to Lisa. I could tell
    that he was staring at her scanty state of dress and was getting
    aroused. Maybe the thought of her diapering him turned him on but he
    just wouldn't admit to it. I could see a tent forming in the front of
    his shorts. On the other hand, maybe he was thinking about diapers,
    period, and he was a closet diaper lover. Carl didn't seem to fit this
    profile, however, and I dismissed the notion.
    	"You used to wear diapers, too, you know," Betty said to her
    brother.
    	"Yeah, maybe when I was two!" he snapped back.
    	"You weren't potty trained until you were three," Betty reminded
    him. Suddenly Carl had a self-conscious look on his face as his two
    buddies were standing behind him now. "I remember Mom saying you'd be
    in diapers until you were in college at the rate you were going with
    your potty training."
    	"Well, I'm not, so shut up!" he said. It was funny seeing how he
    had painted himself into a corner by bringing up the topic of Tony and
    me wearing diapers.
    	"Remember that time I put a laxative in your drink and made you
    shit yourself?" Betty said.
    	"Betty, my friends are here!" Carl said. "Don't talk about that,"
    he said with a more subdued voice.
    	"I thought I'd get you into diapers like Chris by making you were
    all your underwear like Chris did before he got put into diapers."
    	"Well, you didn't, all right?!" Carl said as he and his friends
    returned to their game. "In case you haven't noticed, I wear boxers
    now, because I got tired of wearing underwear that looks like diapers!"
    	"Well, I have noticed you wear boxers, but not much of anything
    else in that area," Betty said. This really burned Carl, enough to
    force him to retreat in resignation. Betty finished her cigarette and
    tossed the butt into the gutter along the sidewalk where it floated
    away with the water running through it.
    	Lisa then opened the passenger door and said to me, "get your
    butt in the back seat with Tony." I got out of the car as instructed
    and then pulled the seat forward, giving Betty a good look at my butt
    while I climbed in to the back seat with Tony. Not having a brother of
    her own that she could diaper, she took advantage of the opportunity to
    slap my diapered behind a couple times.
    	"I feel a diaper in there!" she said, squeezing my butt cheek a
    couple of times while she was at it. Tony scooted over and I took the
    right side of the back seat. Betty then closed the door and rolled the
    window up while Lisa started the engine. Betty and Lisa did most of the
    talking while Tony and I sat silently and listened to their
    conversation.
    	"Leave the window down a little," Lisa advised Betty.
    	"What? Your air conditioner not working now?" Betty asked as she
    rolled the window back down partway.
    	"No, we have a stinky one in the back seat," Lisa said.
    	"Oh yeah, I can smell it," Betty replied. "Didn't you change
    Chris before you left?"
    	"Yeah, but Tony ran out of diapers and he's having to sit in a
    stinky diaper until he gets some more diapers."
    	"Couldn't he just use one of Chris' diapers?" Betty suggested.
    	"Chris ran out of diapers, too, so we need to stop at the mall so
    they can both get some more."
    	"The sooner, the better," Betty said. "I can barely stand it,
    even with the windows down."
    	"See what you're missing out on by not having a brother in
    diapers?" Lisa said. "You just love teasing Carl about that, don't
    you?"
    	"He asked for it, since he brought it up himself," Betty said.
    "That's why he hates it when he sees Chris, since every time Chris is
    around I always talk about the time I made him poop his pants and made
    him wear extra underwear because of it! He especially hates it when I
    say it around his jock friends!"
    	Both Lisa and Cindy were laughing, with Tony and I joining them
    in the chorus, so to speak.
    	"Sometimes I think Carl wishes he could wear diapers," Lisa said.
    	"Oh? What makes you say that?" Betty asked.
    	"He kept asking me all these questions about putting diapers on
    Chris. He acted like it was sick and twisted, but I really think it's
    because he wishes he had a sister who would give him the same kind of
    attention."
    	"I think he just likes you, Lisa," Betty said. "Didn't you notice
    the way he was ogling you? Not to mention the bulge in the front of his
    shorts?"
    	"Oh yeah, I could tell," Lisa said. "He was looking at my tits
    and my ass when I had my back turned, just like boys do all the time. I
    made sure he'd look; I'm a good flirt. He might have been thinking
    about me putting him in diapers."
    	"So, if Carl asked you to diaper him, would you?" Betty asked.
    	"Probably, since he's your brother," Lisa said. "But that's all I
    would do. I'd feel silly doing it with my best friend's brother, and
    besides, I don't do jock cock."
    	"Neither do I, I think most of them are arrogant macho jerks who
    think they're hot shit and show off all the time," Betty agreed.
    	"Most of the jocks think I'm too fat anyway," Lisa said.
    	"You'd be surprised," Betty told Lisa. "Some boys like big girls.
    I know Carl does. All his girlfriends have been fat, and I've seen his
    porn collection, wow! You wait and see tonight at the fair. I'll bet
    lots of boys will stare at you wearing those high, tight shorts."
    	"I'm sure a few will," Lisa said. "But that's the idea."
    	"More than a few," Betty said. "Admit it, you wouldn't have
    dressed the way you did if you didn't think boys would stare at you,
    now would you?"
    	For the rest of the trip to the mall the girls talked about boys
    in the sense of boyfriends and sex, not younger-brother-type boys who
    wear shit-filled diapers like Tony and me. Tony and I talked about boy
    things and didn't pay any attention to the girls at this point. When we
    got to the mall Lisa and Betty went inside with us. I noticed that
    Tony's shorts were wet from the overloaded diaper.
    	"You're really leaking," I said to Tony.
    	"I know," he said as he tried to walk in a dignified fashion,
    which was impossible to do in the loaded diaper he had on. I could see
    his diaper sagging through his shorts on his butt.
    	"You were sitting on the bag, I hope," Lisa asked Tony.
    	"Yes, Lisa, I was," he replied, not wanting to get sarcastic or
    get into an argument with her.
    	"Are you going to go in the mall like that?" I asked Tony.
    	"I don't have a choice," he said. "Besides, everyone will know I
    wear diapers where we're going anyway."
    	We went into the mall and went up the escalator. I stayed behind
    Tony so that I could keep his wet shorts out of view of other people. I
    could see pee dripping out of his leg openings and onto the stair of
    the escalator. He left a trail of pee droplets as we headed into Kidz
    Klothez.
    	"We'll wait out here," Lisa and Betty said as they sat down on a
    bench out in the mall.
    	Tony and I went to the back of the store, expecting a huge line
    of people all buying Thickies diapers for their kids, hopefully all
    boys. If the brisk sales were any indication, there'd be a lot of
    people there. There was a lady with two boys at the counter and another
    lady who was alone behind her. The first lady had just been handed two
    huge packages of Thickies cloth diapers, along with two more packages
    that contained plastic pants and another small package which I assumed
    contained the diaper pins. She handed them to the two boys, who didn't
    seem to mind having to carry them. In fact, the boys looked quite
    excited to be given the bulky diapers.
    	"Can you put them on us now?" one of the boys asked, jumping up
    and down excitedly.
    	"Wait until we get home," his mother said. "I know you can't wait
    for me to put those thick diapers on you."
    	I looked at the boy and told him, "Thickies, good choice." The
    boy then looked at me and then looked at the poster on the wall around
    the corner.
    	"Hey, that's you!" he said. I looked at the poster and saw that
    they had used my picture to advertise the Thickies cloth diapers in the
    store.
    	"Yep, that's me," I said. The poster next to it showed Tony
    modeling the disposables. Both posters had the "Thickies" logo printed
    in the corner.
    	"Hey, I'm up there, too!" Tony said.
    	"They used our pictures!" Tony and I said excitedly in unison.
    Mary was working at the counter. She noticed we were there when she
    heard us shouting.
    	"Hi Chris, Hi Tony, be right with you boys," she said with a
    smile. It was nice to be known on a first-name basis with Mary.
    	While the first lady was finishing up, the two other boys asked
    us how we got our pictures taken for the posters. We knew there wasn't
    much time to explain it, so we just told them that we had our pictures
    taken this summer modeling diapers, skipping all the details about the
    auditions and the trip to California.
    	"You guys sound pretty excited about wearing diapers," I said.
    	"Yeah, my Mom saw an ad in the magazine and promised us she would
    get us some," the older boy said. He looked to be about ten years old.
    	"So, do you guys get to wear diapers for fun or...?" Tony asked.
    	"Yeah, Mom's pretty cool and she's always let us wear diapers
    after she found out that we both wanted to wear them instead of using
    the toilet."
    	The younger boy looked like he was seven or eight. He pointed at
    Tony, noticing that his shorts were completely soaked and a puddle of
    pee was forming underneath him on the tile floor.
    	"You need a diaper change!" he said.
    	"I know, that's why I'm here," he said. "Ran out of diapers." He
    then laughed.
    	I then thought about asking the boys if they would be interested
    in joining the D.B.A. club. I knew they would definitely be qualified
    members, especially seeing that their mother was so cool about letting
    them wear diapers. I just wish I knew if they had lived close enough to
    come to our meetings. Just as I mentioned the club, their mother told
    her boys to come with her.
    	"Aww Mom, this guy's gonna tell us about this diaper club he
    has!" one of the boys said.
    	"A diaper club?" the mother asked, sounding interested. I was
    expecting her to say "let's go, we don't have time," but apparently she
    wanted to know more. She then looked at me and asked me what I was
    talking about.
    	"I'm Chris Barrett, I started a diaper club for boys through an
    organization that helps us run the club, and I thought your sons might
    want to join it, or maybe start a club of their own."
    	"Oh yeah, I'm sure they would have lots of fun being in a diaper
    club; that's right up their alley! What do you guys do?"
    	I answered the lady's questions and explained the activities that
    we did, assuring her that it was all done in good taste and not
    intended to exploit or take advantage of anyone. I did this while
    waiting for the other lady in line to complete her transaction. She,
    too, was picking up Thickies diapers, but without having any of her
    kids with her, it was uncertain who they were for. Dividing my
    attention between the mother whose two sons were now happy recipients
    of new Thickies diapers, and the lady at the counter, I kept listening
    for the lady at the counter to mention her son or a boy's name, or--
    God forbid-- her daughter or a girl's name. Nothing was ever mentioned
    to indicate the gender of the child, so this remained an unsolved
    mystery. I figured the odds favored the child to be a boy, and thus I
    settled on this assumption.
    	The mother said she had to get going, but mentioned that she
    would gladly allow her two boys to join the club and maybe bring them
    out to the meetings if it was convenient, or at least let them start
    their own group at home. She even said she would pay their dues for
    them. She gave me her phone number and told me to call her any time
    over the weekend. I never got the names of the two boys, though.
    	I also gave her my number. It made me wish I had a business card
    or something. This then gave me an idea. I thought about having some
    business cards printed up to be distributed here at Kidz Klothez. Tony
    agreed this was a good idea. We decided to talk about it later since we
    had other matters to take care of now, mainly the fact that Tony's
    diaper was on the verge of collapsing under all the weight of the pee
    and poop it was carrying.
    	"Hello," Mary said. "It looks like you really could use a diaper
    change, Tony," she said.
    	"Yeah, you could say that," he said.
    	"I'll take care of you right away," she said as she went to the
    back room and returned with a package of Thickies disposable diapers,
    already knowing the right size for Tony.
    	"I need some disposables, too," I told Mary. She then brought up
    a second package of the diapers, the same size that Tony wore.
    	"I'm surprised you guys still have some of these," I said.
    	"We just got a huge shipment in today, and just in time," Mary
    said. "They're really selling, ever since the ads came out. The posters
    over there also help the sales."
    	"So we truly are poster boys for diapers," I quipped.
    	"Or diaper boys for posters," Tony added. Mary joined us in a
    little laugh.
    	"Yeah, we had them blow up your ads to use in our store, since
    both of you are from around here. I think they're using them in other
    outlets that sell Thickies, too."
    	"Looks like we got more than our fifteen minutes worth of fame
    out of this," I said to Tony.
    	"So, do you sell more cloth or disposables?" I asked Mary.
    	"Disposables, but a lot of people are rediscovering cloth
    diapers," she said. "Either one, we can hardly keep them in stock."
    	"That's what we heard," Tony said. "They didn't get my free
    diapers sent to me in time, so I ran out, and that's why I'm here."
    	"And not a minute too soon," Mary said. "Your shorts are a tad
    soaked."
    	"I know, and I don't have enough money to buy any new ones," he
    said.
    	"Go ahead and pick out a pair," Mary said. "Bring them back here
    and I'll charge them to your mother's account. I'll give her a call
    while you're looking and let her know so she can approve the
    transaction first."
    	"Gee, thanks!" Tony said with relief, knowing that he would no
    longer need to wear piss-soaked shorts around at the fair. With this,
    he and I left the diapers on the counter and went out into the main
    store and went to the boys' department. Tony found a fairly inexpensive
    pair of shorts that he liked. They were marked down for clearance,
    being the end of the summer, so he got a good price on them.
    	When we got back to the counter, we saw a boy who looked to be 12
    or 13 buying some diapers. He had a handful of ones and a five, as well
    as some change in a jar to pay for his purchase. Apparently he had
    raided his own piggy bank to buy some diapers for himself. Mary decided
    to give him one of the packages that she had brought out for us to save
    the boy time. She put it in a large dark blue plastic bag so he could
    carry it out of the store without anyone seeing what he had.
    	"Sorry about that, boys, I'll get another package of diapers for
    you," Mary said. When she got back she told us that lots of boys had
    been coming in to the store and buying Thickies diapers, paying for
    them with whatever money they had. It seemed that some of these boys
    were as desperate for diapers as other kids were for drugs. Both had
    their ways of becoming an addiction.
    	"They always ask me to put it in a sack for them," she added.
    	Tony asked Mary if she could also charge the diapers to the
    account. Mary agreed to do this for him, knowing his mother wouldn't
    mind.
    	"That way I'll have twenty extra bucks to spend at the fair,"
    Tony whispered to me. We snickered at this sneaky little idea of
    Tony's. I then asked Mary if she could charge my diapers to my mother's
    account, too, thus also giving me more spending money.
    	"Just for you boys," she said with a smile. This was what I liked
    about Mary. She ran her section of the store like it was her own and
    took pride in knowing her customers by name.
    	"Thanks again," we said to Mary as we left, carrying out the big,
    conspicuous packages of Thickies diapers. Meanwhile, Mary had come back
    out from behind the counter to wipe up the puddle of pee that Tony had
    left on the floor.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 93
    ---------------------------

    	Lisa and Betty were still sitting on the bench. Apparently Betty
    had gotten bored and picked up a magazine while waiting for Tony and
    me.
    	"About time, guys," Lisa said as she looked at her watch.
    	"There was a line," I explained. "People are buying Thickies
    diapers like there's no tomorrow."
    	"Wow!" Lisa said. "You may be right, Chris, there may be more
    boys like you going around in diapers than anyone ever realized."
    	"I hope so," I said with a smile. Of course then I realized that
    if *every* boy wore diapers it wouldn't be any fun, no different than
    the fact that all girls need to wear tampons for a few days each month.
    	"Can Tony and I go to the bathroom so I can change his diaper?" I
    asked Lisa.
    	"No, we've already lost enough time as it is," Lisa said with a
    huff. "It's not that far to the fairgrounds, so you can change him when
    we get there."
    	"Okay, hope you won't mind him stinking up your car some more," I
    said. Both Tony and I shrugged. We figured if Tony's diaper became so
    full that it spilled all over the back seat of Lisa's car, we would
    remind her of why it happened. Tony and I each carried our big Thickies
    diaper packages out of the mall with everyone staring at us. The
    Thickies logo and the boy modeling them on the package stood out as
    plain as day. Given that Tony's shorts were soaked, this drew extra
    attention towards him and his obvious need for diapers.
    	"Whatever you do, Tony, keep your butt on that plastic bag!" Lisa
    said adamantly, looking at his wet shorts. "Are you going to go around
    the fair like that?"
    	"I got some new shorts," he said.
    	"Good, because I'm not running you back home to let you change,"
    Lisa said. Tony got into the car and in the back seat where he sat down
    on the plastic bag. A small pool of pee had already formed on the bag
    from when he was sitting on it before we got to the mall. He sat down
    in the puddle of piss, having nothing to lose by already having on
    super-wet diapers. I then got in behind him after handing Tony the two
    big diaper packages. By the time I got seated there was barely enough
    room in the back seat for two packages of Thickies disposable diapers
    and two twelve-year-old boys.
    	"We should have put your diapers in the trunk," Lisa suggested.
    	"Tony needs a diaper change now," I said. Lisa and Betty were
    both seated in the front and ready to go.
    	"Yeah, I definitely need a diaper change," Tony said using his
    Rain Man voice. We then both started acting like Rain Man.
    	"You're getting pee all over the bag, yeah, yeah, definitely lots
    of pee."
    	"I smell like poop, yeah, definitely poop. It stinks really bad,
    I don't mind it, I fart in phone booths, I don't mind the smell of
    poop."
    	"All right, guys, we get it!" Lisa said, sounding annoyed as she
    raced ahead of some slower cars in the right lane. She was doing 50 in
    a 35 zone.
    	"Aren't you worried about getting a ticket?" I asked Lisa.
    	"No, because I'll make you pay for it if I get one, since you're
    the reason we're running late!" she said. "And don't ever tell me how I
    should drive!"
    	"Excuse me," I said. "Sheesh!"
    	"Are you expecting to meet someone there?" Betty asked Lisa.
    	"Not at any certain time, no, but I didn't plan on spending an
    hour getting from home to the fair!" Lisa replied. She raced through a
    yellow light and caught up to a pack of cars actually driving the speed
    limit, frustrating Lisa.
    	"Dammit!" she hollered as she slammed her hands against the
    steering wheel.
    	"Chris, this can't wait, I need a change now," Tony told me.
    	"Okay, I'll see what I can do," I replied as I unfastened my seat
    belt, much as I didn't want to with the way Lisa was driving. I had
    Tony use one of the diaper packages to serve as a pillow while he lay
    down on the seat. With his soaked diapered butt planted squarely on the
    plastic bag, he extended his legs towards me so that I could pull off
    his shorts.
    	"You're changing his diaper NOW?" Lisa asked me, incredulously.
    	"Yes, you saw his sagging shorts, didn't you?" I told her.
    	"Yes, and we smelled them, too," Betty remarked. "Well, we
    smelled his dirty diaper."
    	"He's leaking, Lisa, and it may drip off of the bag, so don't hit
    your brakes too hard unless you want a puddle of piss on the floor."
    	"You're changing Tony's diaper-- in the back seat-- while we're
    moving?" she asked.
    	"Yep," I replied.
    	"I told you guys to wait until we got to the fair!" Lisa said.
    "I've smelled your poopy butt every day for almost the last four years,
    Chris, so the smell I can handle, really, I can, as bad as it is."
    	"We can't wait any longer," I told Lisa. "His diaper is
    absolutely maxed out."
    	"Oh, brother," Lisa moaned, knowing she couldn't do anything
    about the situation right now. "And I do mean BROTHER!"
    	I pulled Tony's wet shorts off and set them down on the floor. I
    knew Lisa wouldn't like me setting Tony's pee-soaked shorts on the
    floor of her car, but there wasn't much I could do at this point.
    	"Chris, you better not get the seat wet or poopy back there!"
    Lisa said. (Translation: "If my boyfriend wants to have sex with me in
    the back seat I don't want it to be all smelly.")
    	"That's why I'm changing him," I told Lisa.
    	"You guys aren't even in your seatbelts, and if a cop stops us
    because of it, you guys will do all the talking and explaining
    yourselves!" Lisa said. "God, how embarrassing that would be!"
    	"Then don't speed," I told Lisa. "They have to catch you doing
    something else wrong first before they bust you for the seat belt, you
    know." I said. I knew I was treading on thin ice at this point.
    	"Chris, what did I say about telling me how to drive?" Lisa said
    in a low tone, which meant watch out! She was like a ticking time bomb
    when she talked that way. I didn't care. She was pissing me off, too.
    	"Lisa, you just do the driving, and I'll do the diaper-changing,
    all right?!" I said as I snapped at Lisa. "Shit, we should have just
    stayed home and drew diaper boys."
    	"That might have been a good idea," Lisa replied.
    	"Come on, Lisa, relax. We're almost there," Betty said, trying to
    help Lisa calm down. "You'll have a good time tonight. The boys won't
    be hanging around with us, and we can find some boys of our own to hang
    out with."
    	In spite of Lisa's complaining about me changing Tony's diaper in
    the back seat of her car, I continued to help get Tony changed into a
    clean diaper. I knew from releasing the tapes on pulling on the diaper
    that it was very heavy and to contain the diaper without spilling its
    contents would be very difficult. The odors became much stronger than
    before, eliciting more complaints from the front of the car.
    	"Dammit, that stinks!" Betty said. "I'm not sure if I'd want Carl
    wearing diapers."
    	"God, boy does it ever stink, and I'm used to it," Lisa said. "I
    really wished you would have waited to change Tony."
    	"Sorry, it was an emergency," I told Lisa.
    	"How can you even do a diaper change back there?" Lisa asked.
    	"Why don't you let me drive and you can try it," I said jokingly.
    Lisa groaned.
    	"You want a ride back home tonight?" Lisa asked me. I just
    giggled.
    	"I'm serious, Chris. Cut the crap!"
    	I didn't dare push my luck any further, so I whispered to Tony
    what I wanted to say to Lisa: "got any scissors?"
    	I asked Tony to lift his butt so that I could pull out the
    plastic bag from underneath him. Lisa kept looking in her rearview
    mirror nervously, wondering how much of the wet diaper was getting onto
    the seat.
    	"I'm being as careful as I can," I assured her. I pulled the
    plastic bag out from underneath Tony along with the loosened diaper.
    That diaper was heav-vy! It was filled with shit all the way up to the
    front and Tony's hard dick and balls were entirely coated in poop. Tony
    kept himself propped up so that he wouldn't plant his wet and poopy
    butt cheeks down on the seat and incur Lisa's wrath, which at this
    point would have been deadly. I carefully held the used diaper with one
    hand while I concentrated on sliding the plastic bag out from
    underneath it with the other hand. Having only one free hand, I handed
    the bag to Betty, asking her to open it up for me.
    	"Eww! It's got piss and shit all over it!" she said as a couple
    droplets of urine spilled onto her legs.
    	"You're getting pee all over the back seat, aren't you?" Lisa
    said.
    	"Just a little bit," I said. "It's not a new car, you know."
    	"It's MY car, I don't care if it's new or not!" Lisa said, this
    time grumbling more.
    	"I'll clean it tomorrow!" I said.
    	"Okay, you got a deal, Chris. You'll come out to my car tomorrow
    and shampoo the seat!"
    	I wished I hadn't committed myself to doing this, but it was the
    only thing I could do to save what precious thread of peace remained. I
    asked Betty to hold the bag open for me so that I could drop the used
    diaper in it. The diaper was too heavy and too unmanageable to wad it
    up, so I held it open while I carried it over the opened bag with both
    hands.
    	"Eww! God! Get that horrid thing out of my face!" Betty explained
    as she saw me put the wet and shitty diaper within inches of her face
    before I let it drop down into the bag. It hit the bottom of the bag
    making a loud thud, indicating the weight of the diaper. I then took
    the bag from Betty and thanked her for helping. She didn't say anything
    back. She was still holding her nose and gasping for fresh air by
    sticking her head out the window.
    	"Hurry up and get a diaper on me," Tony said. "I can't keep
    myself propped up like this much longer."
    	I grabbed the other package of diapers and ripped it open. I
    pulled out one of the diapers and spread it out underneath Tony so that
    he could at least sit back down on it. I didn't have any wipes handy to
    clean Tony's butt, and Lisa was already mad at me for changing Tony's
    diaper in the back seat of her "new" car, all while moving in traffic,
    so I figured this was the least of our concerns at the moment. His butt
    and balls were still covered in poop and he would have to go around
    like this for awhile, but at least he would have a dry diaper on soon.
    	We were at a red light while I was busy taping the diaper up on
    Tony. A 4 X 4 truck was stopped in the turning lane to our left. The
    passenger looked like a boy who was about five or six. He was looking
    down at Tony and me and giggling. He then was joined by another boy,
    presumably his older brother. Both of them were leaning over the window
    watching me diaper Tony. At this time their arrow light had turned
    green and they had moved on. I then grabbed the bag that contained
    Tony's new shorts and pulled them out. I stuck the old, wet shorts in
    the bag. I asked Tony if he wanted to put his shorts on now, but he
    said he would wait until we got to the fairgrounds. As I returned to my
    normal seated position I realized that the two teenage girls in the car
    to our right were watching me while I had my butt facing the right side
    window. I realized that my shirt had ridden up to expose the top three
    inches of my Thickies diaper. I got hard thinking about knowing that
    they got to see my diaper showing. It made me wish I had left my shorts
    off and let them see my diapered butt in its entirety.
    	For the rest of the drive to the fairgrounds I prepared for Tony
    and myself a supply of diapers to have on hand while going around. I
    took four more diapers from his package which had already been opened,
    and then I opened my package and grabbed four diapers for myself,
    stuffing them all in my backpack. We figured that we wouldn't need this
    many, but we were always prepared by having extra supplies.
    	When we got to the fairgrounds we stopped at the parking
    admission booth. The guy looked in Tony's side of the car and saw that
    he had on a diaper, especially as he was sitting with his legs open and
    his diapered crotch showing. The sun was shining into the car on his
    diaper causing an extra bright white glare. The attendant gave both of
    us boys a funny look as Lisa took her ticket and drove into the parking
    lot. We were then directed to our parking space by the lot attendants.
    	When we stopped Tony got out and stood outside the car wearing
    just his diaper and his shirt. With parking lot attendants and other
    people watching and staring at Tony openly standing there in his
    diaper, he bent over and put his shoes on first, then he put his new
    shorts on, choosing to save them for last in order to prolong the time
    his diaper would be exposed to passersby. Luckily for him, the shorts
    fit since he didn't take the time to try them on first. It made me wish
    I could join in his diaper exhibitionism since I was getting hard just
    thinking about mooning a dozen or so strangers with my diapered butt,
    but I didn't have an excuse to remove my shorts, unfortunately. Lisa
    was quite embarrassed, as was Betty. Lisa told me to grab the bag with
    Tony's soiled diaper in it and dispose of it at the nearest garbage
    can. There was one located right at the main admission booth. Lisa
    bought my ticket and hers and the others went through their own lines.
    We rejoined after we were inside the gate and discussed where we would
    meet and when.
    	Tony and I split off from Lisa and Betty and we agreed to meet at
    the water fountain near the main entrance at about 9:30. This was also
    when we were to meet up with Cindy, Gina and Bryce, who would be
    arriving separately. As Tony and I were hungry and thirsty we decided
    to go eat first. Before doing this, I made one of my rare trips into a
    public restroom so that I could wash my hands after handling Tony's
    messy diaper change. Tony went in there with me to wash his hands. We
    located a booth that I knew always had really big and juicy burgers
    with extra cheese on them. The girl who took our order was quite cute,
    especially as she was plump and looked like she had sampled many of the
    burgers herself. When it came time for me to pay I just somehow managed
    to expose more of my diaper by pulling up my shirt a ways, just so I
    could get to the pocket of my shorts. I pretended that the pocket was
    tight and thus pushed my shorts down to expose even more of my diaper
    to the girl, who was patiently awaiting payment. I wish she had said
    something about seeing my diaper, but at least I know she got a god
    glimpse of it. I was hard again as I thought about her changing my
    diaper. She gave me my change and then she handed us each a big
    cheeseburger, an order of fries and a 32-ounce drink, whose contents
    would surely be in my diaper before too long.
    	While Tony and I were seated, eating our food and sipping our
    drinks, we watched for little boys who may be wearing diapers, and
    hopefully maybe some not-so-little boys. We saw plenty of toddler boys,
    many of whom we assumed were diapered, but unfortunately they all had
    shorts on, damn! I also looked at several older girls in high, tight
    shorts. I got especially excited at seeing the ones with little
    brothers as I figured these girls probably get to or at least got to
    change their little brothers' diapers a time or two, maybe more. After
    about twenty minutes or so we decided to get going to the carnival.
    	Before blowing all our money too early, Tony and I agreed to just
    walk around a couple times and take in the sights and sounds of the
    action for a little while. We watched people play the games, in most
    cases losing their hard-earned money in hopes of winning a cheap little
    prize for their sweetie. Of course, watching people play games was
    merely a front to allow Tony and me to enjoy what we always did when we
    came to the fair or went to other places with large gatherings of
    people where there were lots of kids-- butt-watching. Most other boys
    our age probably gazed at all the female asses, but this wasn't the
    type of butt-watching that we were interested in. Okay, I'll admit that
    I liked looking at some of the pre-teen and teen girls in tight shorts,
    thinking about how they would make great babysitters or "surrogate
    sisters", as I sometimes called them. They could do things with me that
    I wouldn't want my own sisters to do during diaper changes.
    	Our interests were focused on the boys' behinds instead, mainly
    in hopes of seeing some with the telltale diaper bulge. We didn't pay
    any attention to the younger girls since if any of them were in diapers
    we didn't want to know, though we figured the odds were less likely for
    them to be wearing diapers anyway. There were plenty of two- and three-
    year-old boys in diapers, even some four-year-olds and a couple that
    looked to be five. Most of them were in shorts and we could see their
    diapers or their Pull-Ups showing above the waist or through the leg
    openings of the shorts on the boys who were sitting in strollers. We
    saw a few toddler girls, too, but this couldn't be avoided, and we
    figured potty training had to be just around the corner for them.
    	Some of the boys had just a diaper or Pull-Ups on. One four-year-
    old boy even had cloth training pants on, no shorts! Right there in
    front of hundreds of people! Even better was the fact that he was being
    led by the hand by his short shorts-clad sister who looked to be eight
    or nine. She was heading towards one of the porta-potties, carrying not
    one, not two, but another thee pairs of training pants and a plastic
    bag with her. How I wished I had brought a camera with me, damn! I was
    getting hard just thinking about watching her wipe her little brother's
    poopy bottom and putting the clean training pants on him. Tony and I
    decided to wait for them to come out. We were standing there for
    awhile, so we figured she had some serious cleaning up to do. How we
    wished we could hear what she was saying to her little brother. While
    we were standing there some old man came up to us and said, "I think
    there's some of them open down there." He was pointing with his cane.
    He must have assumed we were needing to use the porta-potties, but of
    course with diapers on this was not a concern.
    	"Oh, that's okay, sir, we're just waiting for someone," I told
    the man.
    	"Yeah, same here," the man said. He seemed like a nice guy, but I
    really didn't want to converse with him about porta-potties. When his
    wife came out of one of the porta-potties he left. A moment later the
    girl came out with her brother, who was still in cloth training pants.
    They appeared much thicker than what he had on when going in. Tony and
    I figured she must have put all three pairs on him. He could barely
    walk and he was complaining.
    	"Oh come on!" she said to him. "Since you're not going to ever
    use the potty anyway, you might as well get used to it!"
    	I was getting hard again looking at the boy in such thick
    training pants that made it so hard for him to walk. I couldn't help
    but wonder what the situation was with this boy and his sister, so I
    went up to her and asked her how old her brother is. She was surprised
    by my approach, so she said, "excuse me?"
    	"How old is your brother?" I asked the girl.
    	"He's four," she said. "I know, he's too old to be in training
    pants."
    	"No he isn't," I said affirmatively. "No boy is too old to be in
    training pants or diapers."
    	"Okay, if you say so," the girl said.
    	"Well, I say so," I stated.
    	"Who are you?" she asked me.
    	"I'm Chris Barrett. I'm 12 years old and I wear diapers, too." I
    pulled down the side of my shorts and lifted my shirt. "See?"
    	"Yeah, you do, don't you?" she said. "I bet you were like my
    brother. Doesn't want to be potty trained."
    	"Then don't bother," I said. "He obviously wants to wear diapers,
    so I'd encourage it, especially since he's a boy."
    	"It's my Mom who's dealing with his toilet training," the girl
    said. "She just has me change him since she did it for the first four
    years."
    	"Does that mean there will be at least another four years of him
    wearing diapers?" I asked the girl.
    	"I don't know, but it's starting to look that way, isn't it?" she
    said. She didn't seem to be as enthusiastic about her brother wearing
    diapers as my sisters were. She didn't even ask me why I wear diapers
    like everybody else does. I could tell that this wasn't going to go as
    far as I was hoping it would.
    	"Well, whatever you do, keep him in his diapers. He'll be a lot
    happier, and your family will be better off in the long run, believe
    me!"
    	"Okay," the girl said.
    	"If you need to get him some bigger diapers, go to Kidz Klothez
    and ask for Thickies diapers," I told the girl. "Can you remember that?
    Thickies?"
    	"Gotcha!" she said. "I'll remember that." I had a feeling she
    didn't really care. I just wanted to get as many boys into Thickies
    diapers as I could, and not just because I was a CKM Products
    stockholder as my Dad had arranged for me.
    	"Okay, nice talking to you," I said as we parted ways. Tony and I
    watched as the girl and her super-padded-butt brother disappeared into
    the crowd. We figured we did well just to see a four-year-old boy in
    diapers, or at least a reasonable facsimile. Both Tony and I conceded
    that it would be rare to see a boy past the age of five wearing
    diapers, thanks to the evil parenting practice known as potty training
    boys, coercing them or forcing them to give up their diapers. There
    were several boys that Tony and I debated as to whether or not they
    were wearing diapers since it was hard to tell. Some we were reasonably
    certain on, but there was no way to confirm this without asking them,
    which wouldn't have been appropriate. In many cases, unfortunately, it
    was obvious that they were not wearing diapers since their underwear
    was showing. We kept looking for older boy diaper butts, making another
    revolution around the carnival loop. "Where are all the boys wearing
    all the Thickies diapers that are being sold?" I thought to myself in
    discouragement.
    	While we were walking around we overheard a few kids every so
    often saying things to their friends or their brothers and sisters,
    indicating that they could tell we were wearing diapers. Some people
    complained about detecting a bad smell, which likely came from Tony's
    poopy diaper. Certainly we weren't the only boys here who were past the
    age of five in diapers, or were we?
    	Suddenly, our luck changed for the better.
    	"Chris!" Tony said. "Look! Look over there!"
    	Tony directed my attention to one of the games. We saw a boy who
    looked to be about seven or eight. His shirt had ridden up and it
    exposed a diaper! It was too bright of a white to be mistaken for
    underwear (a lot of boys these days were wearing boxers, anyway), and
    there was no striped waistband. Upon walking closer to him I confirmed
    that it was definitely a diaper! It was really big and thick, too, so
    it had to have been a Thickies diaper. He was also carrying a small
    backpack, which I assumed contained his supply of extra diapers. Bingo!
    Our first confirmed diaper sighting at this year's fair!
    	We had been walking around for over half an hour and the carnival
    bug had finally bitten us. The game the boy was playing involved
    throwing darts at balloons and popping them to win prizes. Tony and I
    stepped up to the dart game and gave the attendant a dollar each, good
    for two throws. We were mostly interested in looking at the diapered
    boy, of course. The balloons were deceptively easy-looking targets, but
    I ended up missing with both of my darts. I blamed this on the fact
    that I was distracted by looking at the boy's diaper showing.
    	Tony, on the other hand, had better aim than I did. He hit the
    balloons with both of his darts. The prizes being offered were these
    painted pieces of glass in cardboard frames, most of them with rock
    band logos or other popular logos and other designs. Tony was given a
    choice, either take two smaller ones or he could have one of the larger
    ones.
    	Tony noticed that the diapered boy next to me hadn't won a prize
    yet and he was about to give up. Tony picked out one of the smaller
    prizes for himself, then he asked the boy, "which one would you like?"
    	"Huh?" he said as he was about to hand the attendant another
    dollar.
    	"I won two of them, so I'll give you one of mine," Tony
    explained.
    	"Gee, thanks," the boy said gleefully. He picked out a piece that
    had the "Jurassic Park" movie logo on it. Tony asked for this one and
    then he gave it to the boy.
    	"Hey, thanks, you're really nice!" the boy said.
    	"You're welcome," Tony said.
    	We watched him bend over and unzip his backpack. His shirt
    exposed more of his diaper as he did this. I sneaked a peak inside his
    bag as he put his prize away. I could see several diapers stuffed away
    in there, just as I was expecting. We figured the boy would leave after
    this, so Tony kept his attention and asked him what his name is.
    	"Mike," he said.
    	"My name's Tony," he introduced himself. "And this is my friend
    Chris."
    	"My brother's name is Tony," Mike said.
    	"Really?"
    	"And my cousin's name is Chris," he added.
    	"Really!" I said. "Maybe we're related somehow."
    	Tony handed me his prize and he asked me to stick it in my bag.
    In doing so, I made sure to position myself so that when I bent over
    the boy would be looking at my butt and see my diaper showing over my
    shorts. I pulled my shirt up just to make sure the diaper was exposed,
    not caring if other bystanders saw it, too. In fact, with all the young
    teenage girls around me, it excited me to do this. Meanwhile, Tony
    exchanged small talk with the boy. They had lived several miles from
    here, so I dismissed the idea of asking him about joining my diaper
    club. Still, I wished I could have had some business cards or something
    that I could present to him to let him know about the club and so that
    he could possibly start one of his own or find out of one exists in his
    area.
    	I took my time putting Tony's prize away. I acted like I was
    having trouble with the zipper so that I could prolong the time my
    diaper was showing. I looked behind me to see if Mike was looking at my
    butt. I could tell that his eyes were fixed on seeing my diaper
    showing. I zipped the bag up and then, seeing that my shoe just
    happened to be untied, I remained bent over while I retied it. Mike
    kept staring at me, so I knew I had his attention now.
    	"Hey," he said. "Do you wear Thickies, too?"
    	YES! Tony and I both looked at each other, knowing we had scored
    a hit with Mike.
    	"All the time," I said. Tony lifted his shirt to let Mike see his
    diaper.
    	"I wear them, too," he said. "See?"
    	"I usually wear cloth diapers," I told Mike. "But they're way too
    thick to wear in public, so that's why I have disposables on now."
    	"Wow! I thought me and my brother were the only ones who wore
    diapers," Mike said.
    	"If you guys were the only ones who wore diapers, they wouldn't
    even make diapers for us big boys," Tony told him.
    	"You said your brother wears them, too?" I asked Mike.
    	"Yeah, but he doesn't have to wear them like I do, but he likes
    wearing them, so Mom lets him. Do you guys wear them all the time?"
    	"Absolutely," I said. "Do you like wearing them?"
    	"Yeah, I do, it sounds weird, but I just like them, anyway."
    	"That's cool," I said. "Lots of boys like to wear diapers, even
    the ones who have to wear them."
    	"Do you hafta wear them?" he asked me.
    	"I do now," I said. "I stopped using the toilet and got used to
    using diapers and I lost control because of it."
    	"Me, too," Tony said.
    	"Hey, wanna join us and play some games awhile?" Tony invited
    Mike.
    	"Sure!" he said. "I need to meet my brother in about a half hour,
    though."
    	"No problem," Tony said. "Let's go!"
    	"Wait guys!" I said. "I want to try the darts one more time. I
    know I can hit them!"
    	"Okay," Tony said. I set my bag down and gave the attendant a
    dollar and he gave me two darts. I threw the first dart and it missed,
    just grazing one of the balloons. "Damn!" I said. I threw the second
    dart. POP!
    	"Got one!" I exclaimed. I asked for one of the pieces with the
    Metallica logo on it. I stuck it in the bag along with Tony's, giving
    Mike another look at my diaper. As we went around the carnival we
    played a couple more games and picked up a few tawdry little doodads
    along the way. We told Mike about our summer and our appearance in the
    Thickies ads, which he thought was pretty neat. We talked about other
    things, too. Of course Tony and I were still checking out boy behinds
    and looking for diapers. There were a couple more ambiguous sightings
    and one more that was definite, but we were already with Mike and
    didn't investigate him more closely, even though I wanted to. I made
    sure to tell him about the D.B.A. diaper club, but as it turned out, he
    and his brothers were already members, though they did not know of any
    Club Directors who held meetings.
    	"If you ever make it out my way maybe you can attend one of our
    meetings," I told the boy.
    	"That'd be great, but I doubt I could travel twenty miles out
    this way to come to it," the boy conceded.
    	"Yeah, that's too bad. Maybe you could become a Club Director and
    find some boys in your school who wear diapers," I suggested to Mike.
    	Later on Mike met his brother at the crane game, where you had to
    guide a crane to pick up prizes out of a glass box. I got gypped on
    this one too many times in the past to bother with it this time, but
    Tony had the ability to work it, so I had him pick up some goodies for
    me. When I saw Mike's brother I looked to see if he was wearing
    diapers. Judging by the bulge in his shorts, I could tell that he was.
    	"Guess what, Tony?" Mike said to his older brother who looked to
    be about our age.
    	"These guys wear the same thing we do!" he said.
    	"That's cool!" he said. Tony and I both lifted our shirts to let
    him see our diapers. He nodded and briefly lifted his own shirt so we
    could see his diaper, too. We only had a couple minutes to talk about
    wearing diapers before their mother came up to them and told them that
    they were leaving.
    	"Can we change first?" the other Tony asked his mother.
    	"Sure," she said. "Your brother has the bag, right?"
    	"Oh yeah," Mike answered.
    	"Nice meeting you guys!" I said to them as I watched them walk
    away and disappear into the crowd. I would probably never meet them
    again, but it was fun knowing them for at least a few minutes.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 94
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    	"Hey, let's go on some rides now!" Tony exclaimed. I agreed,
    since, after all, this was the main thing we came to the fair for aside
    from the diapered-butt watching. We each bought a book of ride tickets
    and then we ventured over to the bumper cars, just for starters. Next
    we took a ride on the Ferris Wheel and then acclimated ourselves to the
    less tame rides by going on the roller coaster, the Sea Dragon, the
    Tilt-a-Whirl, and the Flying Bobs, to name a few. By then our
    adrenaline was really pumped and our diapers were quite wet, too. Tony
    was really starting to smell since his pee was mixing in with the poop
    that was already in his diaper when I changed him in the back seat of
    Lisa's car. On some of the rides we had to share a car with two or more
    other people, all of whom appeared to be acutely aware of the smells
    coming from Tony's diaper. While we were riding on the Flying Bobs I
    shit in my diaper, adding to the smell that the two kids sitting behind
    us would have to endure for the rest of the ride. We heard the two boys
    complaining about the smell and accusing each other of farting or
    shitting his pants. As they followed us off the ride they were still
    going at it. They were most likely brothers.
    	"I can still smell it, Ryan!" one of them said to the other.
    	"You shit your pants, Eric, didn't you?"
    	"Shut up! I did not!" Ryan said as he jabbed Eric with his elbow.
    Seeing that these two boys were fighting over nothing, I decided to
    help restore peace and harmony between the two boys.
    	"Excuse me, guys?" I said as I turned around, getting their
    attention. Both of them looked at me strangely, knowing that I had been
    listening in on their little quarrel.
    	"Yeah?" Eric said, the older of the two boys.
    	"I'm the one who shit his pants," I said. "Sorry if the smell
    bothered you." I pulled up my shirt and let them see my Thickies diaper
    showing above my shorts. Tony did the same.
    	"We wear diapers, see?" Tony said. The two boys looked at us
    incredulously, noting our diapers sticking out by a couple of inches
    over our shorts.
    	"What a couple of freaks!" Eric said to Ryan. "Let's get out of
    here."
    	"You run into all kinds at the fair," Ryan said. At least the two
    boys were no longer arguing over who pooped his pants, even if they
    thought we were a couple of weirdos.
    	We still had plenty of time to get in one more ride before having
    to meet up with Lisa and Betty at the water fountain. We decided to go
    on one called the Yo-Yo. It involved sitting in a seat that was
    suspended by long chains that were connected one of a series of mast
    arms extending out in a spider-like fashion from a large hub at the top
    of the ride. The ride would then rotate and swing its passengers around
    several feet above the ground. The hub also tilted at an angle during
    the ride.
    	While Tony and I were standing in line there were two kids in
    front of us, a boy and a girl, most likely a brother-sister duo. Of
    course Tony and I made a visual inspection of the boy's butt to see if
    by any chance he had a diaper on. He didn't, as we admittedly expected,
    but we felt that he was a potential candidate for a diaper-wearer,
    especially when we overheard the conversation he was having with his
    sister.
    	"I don't wanna go on this one!" the boy whined.
    	"Oh come on, Billy!" his sister said. "You've been on it before!
    Don't be such a baby!"
    	"I'm not a baby!" Billy said.
    	"Okay, then let's go," she said.
    	"No! I'm afraid that the same thing that happened last time will
    happen again," he said.
    	"What, because you peed your pants last time?" his sister said
    out in the open, embarrassing her brother. This was what got our
    attention, hearing the girl mention her brother wetting his pants.
    	"Don't say that in front of everyone, Tina!" he told her.
    	"Is that why you don't want to go on this ride?" Tina asked him.
    	"Yeah," he replied quietly.
    	"Seeing how much pop you drank tonight, I wouldn't be surprised
    if you wet your pants again."
    	"Tina!" Billy yelled again.
    	While this was going on, I took my backpack off and set it on the
    ground. I bent over to retrieve a diaper from the bag, knowing full
    well that the teenage girls standing behind us would see my diaper
    showing. God, I was such an exhibitionist when it came to showing off
    my diapers! In spite of this it seemed that they weren't paying any
    attention and were carrying on amongst themselves.
    	With the diaper in my hand, I tapped on the boy's shoulder and
    got his attention. He turned around and looked at me, as did his
    sister. Neither of them knew that I was holding the diaper until I
    showed it to them.
    	"Need one of these?" I offered the boy, knowing of his prior
    problems with holding his urine while on fast and vigorous rides. Billy
    had a stunned look on his face while his sister Tina laughed.
    	"What is that?" Billy asked.
    	"It's a diaper, silly!" Tina said. "He's offering it to you."
    	"I don't need a diaper!" he said vehemently.
    	"Might come in handy, you know, in case you pee your pants
    again," his sister reminded him.
    	"That's not funny," the boy said.
    	"I'd love to see you wearing a diaper, Billy," his sister taunted
    him. "I think you'd look cute!"
    	"Tina, cut it out!" Billy snapped at her.
    	"Now you *are* being a baby, so maybe wearing a diaper would be
    just the thing for you!" Tina threatened her brother.
    	"No!" Billy said.
    	"Then calm down. Are you going on this ride or not?" Tina asked
    him.
    	"Yeah, I guess so," Billy said.
    	"What are you guys carrying diapers around for?" Tina asked us.
    	"We wear them," I said. Tony and I lifted our shirts again in
    unison, showing not only the girl in line ahead of us our diapers, but
    also the teenage girls who were behind us, hoping this time they would
    notice, and they did. We heard them giggling and talking about us
    wearing diapers, but they did not summon our attention.
    	"Oh my God," Tina said. "You guys really wear diapers; how old
    are you?"
    	"Twelve," we replied in unison.
    	"Twelve!" the girl said. "Aren't you guys a little too old to be
    in diapers?"
    	"You don't have to be a baby to wear diapers," Tony said.
    	"But you have to be a boy," I added. I had to concede that this
    was probably not necessarily true in spite of my absolute biased
    feelings towards boys wearing diapers. The girl seemed to agree with me
    anyway.
    	"Well, shucks, I'm not a boy, so I guess that counts me out,
    huh?" Tina said, sounding sarcastically disappointed.
    	"Yep! Afraid it does!" Tony said with a smile. Billy looked at us
    strangely.
    	"You guys are weird," he said. "And you both stink, too!"
    	"Just be glad this ride seats everyone individually," I told him.
    Billy and Tina didn't say anything else to us after this, so I bent
    back down and put the diaper away in my bag. By this time the ride had
    stopped and one of the attendants was letting its passengers off. As
    the people were coming off of the ride, Tony and I were watching for
    boys who may have wet their pants. We hoped to spot some at the other
    rides, but so far we hadn't seen anything until now. One boy was seen
    coming off the ride and putting both of his hands over his shorts,
    trying in vain to hide the big wet spot that he made on his front side.
    It even soaked up into his shirt. The poor kid was on the verge of
    tears. If he hadn't been walking so fast I would have offered him one
    of my diapers as well as my empathy.
    	It was now our turn to board the ride. Tony sat in the seat right
    behind me. While we were on the ground we dangled in the suspended
    seats and waited for the ride to start after the rest of the passengers
    boarded. When the ride was idle, the seats hung closely enough together
    for Tony to kick me forward with his feet. I would then swing back and
    run into him. About a minute later the ride was set into motion. We
    were lifted up several feet by the mast arms, and then the hub began to
    rotate. As the hub picked up speed, our bodies were swung outward by
    the gyration of the ride and we were several feet apart from each
    other. The ride picked up speed and we were really spinning now.
    	"Ooohhh, shit!" I said as I had forgotten how fast this ride
    went. I tightly clenched onto the bar in front of me. It was getting
    darker at this time and I could see the lights of the carnival rapidly
    passing by me, leaving momentary streaks of light on my retinas in
    their wake. It was enough to make me wet and poop in my diaper some
    more, making me glad I had it on. I figured Tony had to have wet and
    perhaps shit in his diaper some more, too, by the time the ride was
    running at full tilt, literally. I looked ahead at the kid in front of
    me and I looked down at all the people below. Once I got used to the
    ride's force I enjoyed it more. We went around several more times,
    listening to the rock music go louder as we passed by the speakers each
    time it went around, before it slowed down and eventually came to a
    stop.
    	"How's your diaper?" I asked Tony, not caring that there were
    other people around. We made their heads turn, that's for sure.
    	"Wet," Tony said.
    	"That one always make me piss in my diaper," I said. "I also shit
    some more, too."
    	"Which seat were you in?" someone asked me as he was in the line
    of people waiting to board.
    	"I think it was that one," I said, not really knowing which seat
    t actually was.
    	"I won't sit in it then," he said.
    	"I got diapers on, the seat's clean," I told the guy before I
    caught back up with Tony.
    	"Let's go change now," Tony said. "I really stink now."
    	"I'm not exactly a rose garden myself," I told him, acknowledging
    my own diaper odors. "But we still got time for one more ride. How many
    tickets you got left?"
    	"Three," he said. I had the same amount, which made sense, being
    that we both bought the same number of tickets and had gone on the same
    rides together.
    	"What can we go on that takes only three tickets?" Tony asked as
    we looked around. Most of the rides in the area we were in called for
    four or five tickets each. Most of the tamer rides and the kiddie rides
    only required three tickets.
    	"Let's go the fun house!" I said as I looked across the carnival.
    	"The fun house?" Tony questioned. "That's kinda lame," he said.
    	"Well, it doesn't have a long line, and besides, we only have
    three tickets left, so we might as well use them."
    	"Okay, what the hell," Tony agreed and shrugged. We didn't have a
    lot of time as it was, so we hurried over to the fun house and handed
    the last of our tickets to the attendant. We then entered the funhouse,
    going up the stairs through the giant clown face's mouth. We walked
    through a series of moving floors and other obstacles. Once we were
    through this part we then went up to the top level of the fun house and
    reached the room that contained all the funky mirrors that distorted
    one's reflection.
    	"This is why I wanted to come in here," I said to Tony. So far
    there were no other people there. I stood in front of a mirror that
    distorted the appearance of one's waist, making it look elongated. I
    quickly pulled my shorts down and exposed my diaper. I looked at myself
    standing there with what looked like a very big diaper, not that it
    wasn't already a big diaper.
    	"Check this out!" I said to Tony, who was looking at my
    reflection showing an elongated diaper. I then turned around and looked
    at my butt in the mirror while I bent over. I especially enjoyed
    looking at myself like this since I liked how high-rising diapers
    looked on my rear end, the appearance of which was exaggerated by the
    mirror.
    	"Now you try it," I said to Tony while I still had my shorts down
    around my ankles. We were still the only ones in front of the mirrors,
    so Tony took his shorts down and did the same thing, first looking at
    himself from the front and then from the rear. While he was bent over,
    he said, "excuse me." This was followed by the unmistakable sound of
    intestinal gas and several wet feces shooting out of his butt and into
    his diaper. He remained in this position while he unloaded the rest of
    his bowel movement. I shifted over to the next mirror, which made me
    appear short and fat. This, too, had an interesting visual effect on
    the appearance of my diaper.
    	Suddenly a lone boy appeared. He appeared to be about nine years
    old. We were literally caught with our pants down. He looked at us,
    seeing that not only had we taken our shorts down, but that we were
    wearing diapers, too.
    	"Oh, excuse us," I said as Tony and I both quickly pulled our
    shorts back up.
    	"You guys are wearing diapers!" the boy exclaimed.
    	"Of course," I said. "Lots of boys our age wear diapers." The boy
    seemed to be interested in this and he wasn't "weirded out" like some
    of the other kids we had encountered this evening. He asked us if we
    wear diapers all the time, to which we both replied affirmatively.
    	"Do you wear diapers?" Tony asked him.
    	"No," he said. "But I'll show you what I do wear."
    	The boy decided that he would try doing what we were doing by
    taking his shorts down and bending over in front of the mirror and
    looking at his butt. He even took his underwear down for a moment and
    exposed his bare butt. He, Tony and I all laughed as we looked at how
    long his butt crack looked in the mirror. He then pulled his briefs
    back up. He had regular white underwear on, and I could tell that he
    didn't wipe very well and had likely had an accident or two in the pair
    that he was wearing.
    	"Looks like you could use a diaper," I said upon noticing the
    brown stains in his briefs. I couldn't resist saying it. I was hoping I
    hadn't offended the kid.
    	"I didn't think they make them for anyone but babies," he said.
    "Where do you guys get yours?"
    	"Kidz Klothez, they're in the mall."
    	"My Mom goes there all the time," he said as he pulled his shorts
    back up.
    	"They sell the diapers in the back at the special orders
    counter," I told him. "Why, you want some diapers?"
    	By this time a group of several more kids were coming, so we
    decided to continue on through the rest of the fun house. We passed
    through a maze consisting of mirrors and glass walls and then went down
    to the bottom level and exited the fun house by going down the slide,
    which was made from another giant clown's face, but with his tongue
    sticking out for the slide. We walked around to the side of the fun
    house structure where there were no other people nearby.
    	"I wish I could wear diapers like you guys," the boy said.
    "Great!" I thought to myself. "We found another one!" It made me wish I
    could have told him about the diaper club, but this wasn't the time and
    place to do it.
    	"I probably can't buy any diapers while I am there with my Mom,"
    he said.
    	"Here, you can have one of mine," I offered the boy. I unzipped
    the bag and handed one of my diapers to him.
    	"It may be a little big, but just tape it up really tight," I
    advised him.
    	"Give him one of mine, too," Tony offered. I handed the boy a
    second diaper.
    	"I dunno if I can sneak this around with me without my Mom seeing
    me," the boy said. He figured he could probably carry one diaper
    underneath his shirt, but two would be too difficult to conceal, so he
    decided to just take the one diaper for now. He undid his shorts and
    asked me to stick the folded diaper down in the back of them, so I did.
    The top half of the diaper was still sticking out above his shorts, but
    at least he had a loose shirt that would conceal the diaper from view,
    so I told him to make sure to keep his shirt pulled down.
    	"Thanks," he said. "I just wish I could use it more than once."
    	"Well, even if you don't get any diapers after this, you can
    still make a diaper out of your underwear," I suggested to him. He
    asked me how to do this.
    	"Just put lots of pairs on, as many as you can fit," I said. "It
    looks and feels a lot like a diaper. You just can't wet in it unless
    you wear something plastic over it, like maybe a garbage bag."
    	"There's my Mom," the boy said. "Gotta go, thanks, guys!"
    	We watched the boy walk over to his mother, who said, "there you
    are, let's get going now." From what we could see in the flashing
    lights in front of the fun house, there was no way to tell that he had
    a folded up diaper stuffed down into the back of his pants, so we
    figured he was probably safe from being caught. I got hard thinking
    about how much he would enjoy wearing the diaper that I gave him.
    	I looked at my watch. It read 9:34 P.M.
    	"Shit!" I exclaimed. "We gotta go meet Lisa by the fountain! We
    were supposed to be there by 9:30."
    	Tony and I hauled diapered ass and we ran as fast as we could,
    penetrating through the crowd and making our way out of the carnival.
    We still had a ways to go, passing by the food booths as we headed
    towards the big fountain where Lisa and Betty were both waiting. Cindy,
    Gina and Bryce were also there with them.
    	"Is your watch broken?" Lisa asked me.
    	"No, my watch is not broken," I said back to Lisa in a mocking
    voice.
    	"I said to meet here at 9:30," she said.
    	"Well, excuse me, so I'm ten minutes late, sheesh!" I said.
    	"You need to be excused, Chris," Lisa said. "You smell like
    you're overdue for a diaper change again."
    	"Bryce has been needing one ever since we went on the Zipper,"
    Gina said. "That ride literally scared the shit out of him."
    	"So why don't you change him, Gina?" Lisa asked her.
    	"Bryce doesn't like getting changed in public, especially when I
    am with him," she said.
    	"I do it all the time, right, Chris?" Cindy said.
    	"I want Tony or Chris to change me," Bryce said. "I don't want to
    go into the girls' bathroom here."
    	"Okay, fine," Gina said. "Just this once, okay?"
    	"Thanks," Bryce said.
    	"What were you guys doing anyway?" Lisa asked.
    	"We were in the carnival," I answered. "We wanted to finish off
    our tickets."
    	"Actually, we were peddling diapers to little boys," Tony
    whispered to me, sounding surreptitious. I nodded in agreement.
    	"What were you guys doing?" Lisa asked, sensing that we were
    talking about something we didn't want her to know.
    	"Nothing," I answered innocently.
    	"We went through the fun house and looked at our diapers in the
    mirrors," Tony said.
    	"Aww, I wish I had come with you guys!" Bryce said. "That sounds
    like fun!"
    	"Only you diaper boys," Lisa said. "We're coming here again with
    Mom and Dad tomorrow, so you could have saved your tickets until then,"
    Lisa said to me.
    	"We only had three tickets left each," I replied.
    	"So, what are we all going to do now?" Gina asked.
    	"I think we'd better let the boys take care of their diapers
    before they stink bomb the whole fair," Lisa said. "Go take care of
    your diapers, boys," she said to Tony, Bryce and me.
    	"What are you guys gonna do?" I asked them.
    	"We're coming with you," she said.
    	"What, you changing our diapers here?" I asked her.
    	"No, we girls have to go to the bathroom, too."
    	"Only we do it in toilets," Betty added. With this, we all headed
    for the restroom facility located between the exposition building and
    the beer garden. The girls went into their designated section of the
    facilities while Tony, Bryce and I all went into the men's room. Most
    of the people in their were men in their twenties and thirties, and
    some of them appeared to have a little bit too much to drink. The whole
    restroom smelled of beer piss. Tony, Bryce and I all looked at each
    other awkwardly, debating whether or not to go into the same stall
    together with all those inebriated men in there. One of them was
    looking at us. He said, "the toilets are over there, boys."
    	"I don't have a very good feeling about this," I said.
    	"Same here," Tony agreed. Bryce also didn't sound too keen on the
    idea of doing a diaper change in a restroom full of drunk men.
    	"You boys lost?" another man asked us.
    	"Uhh, no sir," I said.
    	"If you came in here to smoke dope, forget it," he said.
    	"No, we're just--" I started to say.
    	"Better get in line, everyone's going ahead of you, you know," he
    said. I could smell the beer on his breath.
    	"Let's get out of here," Tony said. We all left from the
    restroom.
    	"Come on, let's get it over with, not like these guys will ever
    see again anyway, or even remember us as drunk as some of them are," I
    said.
    	As all three of us approached the bank of stalls and looked for a
    vacant one, several of the men gave us a strange look. After all, it
    isn't often that two people are seen going into the same stall
    together.
    	"I changed my mind, guys," I said as we quickly retreated from
    the busy restroom. We never looked back.
    	"So, where do we go to change our diapers?" Bryce asked.
    	"I dunno, let's go find another restroom away from the beer
    garden," I suggested.
    	"Then the girls will wonder where the hell we are," Tony said.
    "Let's just wait for them."
    	We stood outside the restrooms and waited for Lisa, Cindy and
    Gina to come out. Lisa was the first to come out.
    	"Ready, guys?" she asked us.
    	"Well, actually, we're not," I said.
    	"What?!" Lisa exclaimed. "You mean you guys haven't changed your
    diapers yet?" She said this out loud, drawing the attention of several
    passersby.
    	"Well, there's a bunch of guys in there, drunk and pissing their
    beer," I said.
    	"Yeah, we were going to go to another bathroom away from the beer
    garden," Tony suggested.
    	"Oh forget it, we'll change you boys instead," Lisa said. "Come
    on, Chris, I'll change you first."
    	I didn't argue with Lisa as she told me to take off my bag so she
    could get a diaper out for me. She then led me into the women's
    restroom, whose occupants appeared to be less affected by the booze.
    They all stared at me as expected, saying thinking, "what's a boy doing
    in here?"
    	"Getting a diaper change," Lisa said.
    	"What's going on?" Cindy asked Lisa, seeing that she had brought
    me into the women's restroom with a diaper in her hand.
    	"The boys didn't change their diapers," Lisa groaned.
    	"What?" Cindy asked.
    	"Never mind, I'll explain later. Go get Tony and drag his butt in
    here so you can clean it."
    	Gina came out from her stall just as Lisa and I were about to
    take occupancy of it.
    	"What are you doing back in here?" Gina asked. "Chris, aren't you
    supposed to be in the men's room?" I didn't get a chance to say
    anything.
    	"Go get Bryce and change his diaper," Lisa said.
    	"You guys didn't change?" Gina asked.
    	"No, the babies, those boys!" Lisa said. "And I don't mean that
    in a nice way, you understand," Lisa told me. She closed the stall door
    and had me lie down on the floor. She pulled off my shorts and then
    untaped my diaper.
    	"What rides did you go on?" Lisa asked me. I told her the ones we
    took, and Lisa said, "that explains how your diaper got so wet and
    messy."
    	Lisa was using toilet paper to wipe my butt clean. She must have
    used half of the roll to get all my poop cleaned up, keeping in mind
    that these were the big, commercial-bathroom toilet paper rolls, not
    the kind used in most households. This toilet paper tended to have a
    rough texture to it. It certainly wasn't the same as the diaper wipes I
    was used to having used on me at home, but it was all we had available
    to us. While Lisa was busy doing this, Tony was lying on the floor in
    the next stall with Cindy taking care of his dirty diaper. I could see
    him lying on the floor. He looked at me and gave me a sheepish smile.
    Down a couple stalls I could see Bryce getting his diaper changed, too.
    Apparently he didn't put up much of a fuss, or he didn't have the
    chance to fuss when Gina told him that she was going to be changing his
    diaper in the women's restroom no matter what. When Lisa finished
    diapering me she left the restroom, with me following behind her. I
    brought my dirty diaper with me and took it out of the women's restroom
    so that I would not leave a large youth-sized diaper in the women's
    restroom trash that would appear to have been worn by a girl. I had
    already told Tony to do the same with his diapers whenever he was
    changed in an opposite-sex restroom, so I figured he would do the same
    thing when he was done. I wasn't sure if Bryce was aware of doing this.
    	"What are you doing now, Chris?" Lisa asked me as I was about to
    go back into the men's restroom again.
    	"Throwing my diaper away," I said.
    	"Why are you going in *there* to throw it away?!" she asked,
    ready to smack me at this point.
    	"Because I want it to look like a *boy* had worn it! What would
    you think if you saw a big diaper in the trash in the women's
    restroom?"
    	"I'd think that some girl brought her diaper-wearing brother into
    the girl's bathroom to change his diaper, that's what," Lisa said,
    expending what little patience for me she had remaining. She then
    explained to Betty why I now took my diapers with me to throw them away
    in the men's room. I went ahead and disposed of the soiled diaper,
    ignoring the looks that I was getting from the men. A moment later Tony
    went in to the men's room with his dirty diaper and threw it away where
    the gender of its wearer would not be falsely deduced by anyone who
    happened to look in the trash.
    	Bryce then came out of the bathroom, but he didn't have his dirty
    diaper with him.
    	"Where's your used diaper?" I asked him.
    	"I threw it away," he said.
    	"Don't do that!" I told him.
    	"Why?" he asked.
    	"Because, you don't want anyone thinking that a girl wore the
    diaper you threw away, do you?"
    	"What do you mean?" he asked.
    	"You see a big diaper in the women's restroom full of shit and
    piss, you're going to assume that a girl probably wore it because it's
    in the women's restroom," I said. "Go get it and put it in the men's
    restroom trash!"
    	"I'm not going back in there," Bryce said.
    	"Okay, I'll take care of it," Tony said.
    	"Aww, come on, just leave it!" Lisa said. "Like anybody's really
    going to look in the trash or even care if there's a big diaper sitting
    in there."
    	"Well, as dedicated diaper boys, we care, and we are fully
    committed to preserving the integrity of other people's perceptions of
    boys and their toileting irresponsibilities," Tony said ever so
    eloquently. With this, he went into the women's restroom alone. He was
    braver than I was. I imagined him digging through the trash in front of
    several women and some girls, only to retrieve a soiled diaper of all
    things, and then take it out with him. He came out of there and went
    straight into the men's room to throw away Bryce's diaper.
    	"Chris, I hate to say it, but you really, truly are obsessed with
    your fixation on diapers only being for boys," Betty told me.
    	"I know, ain't it great!" I said with a smile.
    	"I have to agree with you, though, since I don't know any girls
    who like to wear diapers like you boys do," Betty said. "And I thought
    Carl's obsession with football was bad," Betty commented to Lisa.
    	"Chris is more obsessed with diapers than Carl is with football,
    trust me," Lisa said.
    	"You're probably right," Betty said. "At least Carl doesn't jack
    off while thinking about football, at least he'd better not be doing
    anything like that."
    	Tony returned to our group and we started walking again. We
    weren't really sure what we were all going to do at this point. We
    thought about walking around the exposition building, but we were going
    to do that tomorrow with my parents, anyway. We wanted to have some
    more real fun.
    	"So, what does everyone want to do now?" Lisa asked.
    	"You guys should come see the hypnotist perform," Cindy
    suggested. "Me, Gina and Bryce saw him, it's funny!"
    	Bryce told us how much he enjoyed watching people make asses of
    themselves onstage. This sounded good, so Tony and I agreed with him.
    The girls all voted on this, too, so we headed for the stage where the
    hypnotist was performing.
    	"His last show for the night starts at 10:00, if we hurry we'll
    catch the beginning," Cindy said. We all ran as fast as we could. We
    still managed to find some good seats in the stands. The act had just
    started and the hypnotist was just going through his preamble,
    explaining what hypnotism is, how it's used, how it works on a person's
    mind, dispelling myths about hypnotism, etc. He also warned the
    audience that his 10:00 show was more risqué for the sake of people who
    have small children with them. With this said, the show was ready to
    get into action. They then shined a spotlight around the audience to
    select people to go up on the stage to be hypnotized. The light came
    over towards Tony and me and then stopped right on us.
    	"How about you two boys?" the hypnotist said. "Come on up here!"
    	Tony was willing to participate, but I was hesitant. I just
    didn't like the idea of having someone take over my mind.
    	"Come on, Chris," Tony said. "I wanna do this."
    	"Go ahead, I'll just watch," I said. I knew Tony was
    disappointed, but I hoped he would understand later on.
    	"I'll do it!" Bryce said as he raised his hand. With this, Tony
    and Bryce were chosen among about fifteen or so people to be mentally
    manipulated for the next several minutes. Within minutes, Tony and
    Bryce were under hypnosis. Along with all the other people, they were
    made to do some of the most asinine things one could ever imagine. For
    example, Tony was told to forget the number six, and then he was told
    to count his fingers. According to Tony, he had eleven fingers! Glad it
    wasn't me up there. I would have probably pointed to my dick to
    represent my eleventh finger.
    	The show got even better after this and everyone was just roaring
    with laughter. The best part was when Tony was told that he was the
    father and Bryce was his son. Tony was to take Bryce over his knee and
    give him a spanking because his son was a "bad little boy." Bryce
    obediently complied under the influence of hypnosis and lay himself
    across Tony's lap. Tony then proceeded to slap Bryce's butt. It wasn't
    really hard, but enough that I could hear the muffled sound of Bryce's
    diaper from where I was sitting.
    	The best part of it all was that Tony even pulled Bryce's shorts
    down and fully exposed his diaper, which the hypnotist didn't intend
    for him to do as part of the act. It was easily visible to the audience
    that Bryce's "underwear" was more substantial than just a layer of
    cotton. I could hear people saying, "looks like he's got a diaper on."
    	"He does," Gina said to the people close by who mentioned this.
    "He's my brother."
    	Even the hypnotist made mention of Bryce's diaper.
    	"Whoa, ever heard of potty training, kid?" the hypnotist said as
    he pointed out Bryce's diaper. "Now folks, just a little reminder. If
    you come up here, please, please-- dear God, please-- do have underwear
    of some sort on. And please, make sure it's clean, unless you're
    wearing a diaper like Bryce does here, then it doesn't really matter."
    	I could hardly contain myself. I was wetting my own diaper since
    I was laughing so hard watching the hypnotist make a complete ass out
    of Tony and Bryce. I had to wonder if either Tony or Bryce had any idea
    in the world just exactly what the hell they were doing at this very
    moment. The hypnotist continued with his little shtick on wearing
    underwear for participating in his act.
    	"So once again, have some underwear on. Briefs, boxers, diapers,
    it doesn't matter, just cover your behind. That means no thongs,
    otherwise known as butt floss-- especially you guys who wear them. I
    don't know about you, but I don't want to be showing any naked butts up
    here. There are other types of shows for that sort of thing, but this
    ain't one of them. Well, maybe some of you can come up here without
    underwear. I'll keep that in mind when I select participants for my
    next show."
    	At the end of the show all the participants were snapped out of
    their hypnotic states. Each of them was caught in a very compromising
    act when they came to the realization of what they were doing
    beforehand. Tony and Bryce couldn't believe what they were said to have
    done.
    	"You pulled Bryce's shorts down and everyone could see his
    diaper!" I told Tony.
    	"Shit, you serious?" he said.
    	"Oh my God! Everyone saw my diaper?" Bryce exclaimed.
    	"Oh yes, they were all laughing and thought it was cute. He made
    all sorts of jokes about it."
    	"Shit!" Bryce exclaimed. "I don't believe it!"
    	"You will when you see the video," Lisa said.
    	"Video?" I asked.
    	"Yeah, you can buy a video of this show and have it sent to us
    later on," Lisa said. I asked her how much it would be.
    	"$15.95," she said. "Plus three dollars for shipping."
    	I agreed to pay for half of it, but for once in her life, Lisa
    was being generous and said she'd buy the video. I couldn't wait to see
    it.
    	At this time we were ready to go home. Before we left we stopped
    for some drinks and some ice cream. On the way home Tony and I
    tabulated our sightings-- two confirmed diaper boys, one diaper-boy
    hopeful, one late trainer, one pants-wetter and one potential pants-
    wetter. It was quite a fun night indeed.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 95
    ---------------------------

    	Since we got home at 12:30 AM after going to the fair, Mom
    decided to let us sleep a little-- a little-- before waking us up to
    help her and Dad set things up for the yard sale that was set for
    today. They had most of everything ready by 7:00 A.M. At 8:00 she woke
    us all up to come out and help her. All of us had a few things of our
    own that we wanted to sell. I had a few tapes and CDs I didn't want
    anymore as well as some books. I had some toys that I didn't mind
    parting with, but some of them brought me such fond memories that I
    couldn't possibly part with them and commit such a heinous crime. They
    were fun toys, too fun to be worth interrupting my play by getting up
    and using the toilet. My Lego collection was always a good excuse for
    pooping in my underpants. I would often put several pairs on at a time
    just so I wouldn't have to get up and use the damn toilet. Of course
    this didn't last too long and soon I was in real diapers anyway and
    playing with my Legos. The Legos were staying.
    	Cindy and Lisa got dressed and they each gave themselves a
    minimal once-over before going outside. All I did was get out of my
    crib and run a brush through my hair. I was in wet and dirty diapers
    and a T-shirt as I helped Mom and Dad haul some more stuff out from the
    garage and Dad's workshop. There were a few ambitious early shoppers
    out and about at that time, some of them with their kids, mostly girls
    with the older kids. Some of them had seen me roaming the neighborhood
    in my diapers and they knew who I was. Others had seen me, but never
    knew who the "diaper boy" was until they came to our house. Others
    didn't live around here and were quite surprised to see a twelve-year-
    old boy in diapers, and impressively thick diapers at that. Most were
    at least somewhat surprised to see that I was almost always in diapers,
    no matter where, no matter what.
    	Most people were staring at me or at least sneaking glances when
    they could. They were likely curious why I was wearing diapers, but
    most of them didn't say anything to me, my parents or sisters about me
    wearing diapers. Still, there were a few who couldn't resist asking.
    	"Excuse me, but is that boy your son?" one lady asked my mother.
    Her two daughters both gazed at me, suppressing their giggles and
    whispering in each other's ears while pointing at me.
    	"Yes, he is," my mother replied.
    	"Isn't he a little old to be wearing diapers?" she asked.
    	"Most people would say he is, but if you knew my son, you'd
    understand," my mother said.
    	"He looks like he's almost a teenager!" the lady said. "
    	"He is, almost; he's twelve," my Mom replied.
    	"So why is he in diapers?"
    	"He's not toilet trained anymore," my Mom replied bluntly.
    	"Okay," the lady said hesitantly as she handed my Mom a set of
    dishes that she wanted to get. She then started looking at some other
    stuff. Meanwhile, my diapered presence attracted the attention of her
    two daughters, one who looked to be about six and the other, about nine
    or ten. They both came up to me and the younger one said, "You're
    wearing diapers!"
    	"Diapers? Diapers? Oh, these things!" I said as I looked down and
    pointed to my diapers. The girls giggled.
    	"Are you a big baby?" she asked me.
    	"Sometimes," I said. "I'm just a boy who loves to wear diapers."
    	"How old are you?" she asked.
    	"Twelve," I replied. Both girls looked at each other with
    astonishment.
    	"Are you potty trained?" she asked.
    	"I used to be, but not anymore," I replied. The attention the
    girls were giving me was making me hard.
    	"So, who changes your diapers?" the other girl asked.
    	"They do," I said, pointing to my sisters. "The blonde one does
    most of them now," I added, referring to Cindy. "They're my sisters."
    	"Why aren't you potty trained anymore?" the younger one asked me
    again.
    	"Because I'd rather wear diapers," I replied.
    	"Are diapers hard to change?" the older girl asked.
    	"Mine are," I said. I pulled down my plastic pants and showed her
    all the pins.
    	"See all those pins?" I pointed out to her.
    	"Yeah," she said. She looked at the dense concentration of diaper
    pins running up my side.
    	"I have several more diapers on underneath this one and they're
    all pinned up just like this," I said.
    	"Oh my," the girl said. "I hope I don't have to do all that," she
    said. "My Mom's gonna have a baby and she says that we'll have to
    change diapers."
    	"She'll probably use disposable diapers," I said to the girls.
    "They're a lot easier to change."
    	"So why do you wear those?" the girl asked.
    	"Because I can wear these thicker and they're harder to get off;
    there's lots of reasons I like these diapers."
    	"I thought only babies wore diapers," the younger one said.
    	"That's what a lot of people think," I said. "But a lot of older
    boys like me wear diapers, too," I said, ensuring that my emphasis was
    placed on the word "boys."
    	"Does your Mom know if she's having a boy or a girl?" I asked the
    girls.
    	"My Mom thinks it's gonna be a boy, so we'll have a little
    brother if it is."
    	"Little brothers are fun," I said. "Just ask my sisters. Oh, and
    if it is a boy, tell your Mom don't bother potty training him and keep
    him in diapers."
    	"Why's that?" the older girl asked.
    	"Because boys are harder to toilet train than girls and I don't
    think we boys should be forced to give up our diapers."
    	"Is that why you're wearing them?"
    	"Damn right," I thought to myself, but being that one of the
    girls only looked to be kindergarten age, I just said, "Yep, because
    I'm a diaper boy."
    	"Girls, come on, let's go!" their mother summoned. Without saying
    goodbye to me or anything, the girls left, looking behind them a couple
    more times before I disappeared from their view. They would likely
    remember me for a long time, even if they did have a brother who would
    probably end up being toilet trained.
    	Cindy then came over to me and told me that she would change my
    diapers. I went into the house with her and let her go to work on
    removing my wet and smelly diapers. I wanted to wear my cloth diapers
    and show them off to all the people who would come to the yard sale.
    Maybe I could sell a few boys on the idea of wearing diapers. Cindy
    pulled out a disposable diaper from the package of diapers that I
    picked up last night.
    	"Can I wear my cloth diapers like I usually do?" I asked her.
    	"Mom thinks you should have your shorts on while you're out
    there," Cindy said. "A lot of the people were looking at you funny."
    	"Aww, come on, most of them are just from around here," I said.
    "They've all seen me riding up and down the street in my diapers."
    	"I know, but a lot of them are just passing through."
    	"It's not like they know Mom and Dad," I said.
    	"Chris, just wear your shorts today, okay?" Cindy said.
    	"What do you care?" I said. "I thought you always thought I
    looked cute in diapers."
    	"If I had it my way, little brother, yes, but I'm just doing what
    Mom told me," Cindy said. With this, I let Cindy proceed with my diaper
    change and she put the disposable diaper on me. I wasn't ready to put
    on my shorts just yet, though. I was hungry and decided to eat some
    cereal before going back out to the front yard, with my shorts on.
    	I looked around at some of the offerings that were being sold at
    our yard sale. There were things I didn't even know we had. Other
    things I knew Mom and Dad had held onto forever. On one table I saw the
    baby items that I tried to find the other night when I wanted to use a
    baby bottle again. Last spring Lisa and Cindy had Tony and me drink out
    of baby bottles while Mom and Dad were gone one night. I had also
    sneaked baby bottles a couple of times in between, but Mom must have
    found them in my room since they had been washed and were being put up
    for sale. Or so she thought.
    	All of the baby items being sold had belonged to me since my
    sisters' baby stuff (pink girlish crap) was sold at our last yard sale,
    which was about ten years ago. There were three baby bottles, a couple
    of bibs, a rattle and other baby toys. There were also several books,
    including the stories my Dad read to me and several books on potty
    training, three of them specifically devoted to potty training boys.
    Obviously these books did not help to fulfill the purpose for which
    they were originally purchased.
    	The baby bottles gleamed in the early morning sun, refracting the
    rays through their clear plastic cylinders. They were freshly cleaned
    and almost good as new, in fact. I wanted to at least get a hold of
    those bottles and I was determined to do so. I also wanted to take the
    other baby things and sneak them into my room without Mom, Dad or my
    sisters seeing me. I didn't want to see these symbols of my babyhood to
    be sold off to someone else. Dad was out in his shop cleaning it up and
    finding a few more things that he wanted to sell. Lisa and Cindy were
    going through their old records, tapes and CDs, changing their minds
    every couple of seconds on what to keep and what to sell. Mom was busy
    helping a couple people. I just knew someone would come along and buy
    up all the baby stuff if I didn't grab it first. Now seemed to be a
    good time. I took another look around the yard and everyone was minding
    their own business. Quickly I picked up the three baby bottles and
    stuffed them underneath my shirt. I sneaked around to the side of the
    house and went into the garage through the side door. I then sneaked
    back into the house and stashed my three baby bottles in my bedroom.
    They were safe at last!
    	I went back out to the yard and acted like nothing had happened.
    I could sense the halo of innocence floating above my head. Nobody
    seemed to notice or care that I had disappeared. I made my way back
    over to the baby items. Now I had my eyes on the rattle. My mind
    personified the rattle, especially as it had a diapered teddy bear
    decal on it. I could hear it saying, "don't leave me, Chris!" After all
    those years being in some dark closet or wherever it was stored, it
    seemed that the rattle was glad to see me again.
    	I looked across the yard. Mom had her back turned and she was
    talking to Lisa and Cindy. Without thinking, I quickly grabbed the
    rattle, causing its beads to shake loudly enough to get Mom's
    attention. She looked over at me and asked me what I was looking at. I
    set down the rattle and I picked up one of the story books that Dad had
    read to me almost every night.
    	"I'm looking at some of my old books," I said.
    	"We're selling them, Chris," Mom said sternly. "What doesn't sell
    goes to Goodwill."
    	"I know, just that, well, I remember Dad reading this one to me,
    and I just hate to part with some of these things," I said. Mom came
    walking over to me.
    	"Sometimes you have to put sentiment aside, Chris," Mom said as
    she took the book from my hands and set it back on the table. "Just
    because you remember using something doesn't mean you should hold onto
    it forever."
    	I gave Mom this pleading look and she could see it in my eyes.
    She managed to give in.
    	"All right, Chris, if that book really means that much to you,
    you can have it, but that's it."
    	"Thanks, Mom!" I said. She then turned her back and went back
    over to Lisa and Cindy. I quickly went through the other books and
    picked out a few more must-haves. While I still had the chance I slowly
    picked up the rattle and stuffed it into my diaper, hoping the thick
    diaper would muffle the rattling sound.
    	I walked slowly to keep the rattle's beads from shaking around
    too much. The feel of the rattle pressing up against my dick made it
    get hard again. Mom saw me take my books into the house and she noticed
    that I was walking funny.
    	"You need to be changed already, Chris?" she asked me.
    	"No, Cindy just changed me," I said.
    	"You're walking like you overfilled your diaper," Mom said.
    	"You can't overfill Thickies," I said.
    	"Tony can," Lisa said. You should have seen his diaper yesterday,
    Cindy."
    	Lisa then told Cindy about me changing Tony's diaper in the back
    seat of her car yesterday on the way to the fair.
    	"I don't know what we would have done had I not left that plastic
    bag out there in my car," she said. "I wasn't too happy about having
    dirty diapers in my car."
    	"Then I suppose I can never ride with you again," I said to Lisa.
    	"I meant dirty diapers that aren't on your butt, or Tony's butt,
    or whoever's butt. Oh, and you still owe me a cleaning of my back seat,
    Chris," Lisa added, reminding me of what I agreed to do.
    	"Can I do it later?" I asked her, hoping that if I put it off
    long enough I wouldn't have to do it at all.
    	"Okay, when I come home from work, you'd better do it then," Lisa
    said.
    	I asked Mom if she and the girls could watch the yard sale.
    	"Sure, Chris, go read your book," Mom said, knowing that this was
    why I wanted to go back in the house. My sisters, of course, knew what
    my other intentions were.
    	"Chris hasn't had his morning quickie yet," Lisa said, which was
    followed by a mild scolding from Mom.
    	"It's not like it's a secret around here anymore," Lisa said. "We
    all know what Chris does in his diapers besides pee and poop in them."
    	"Well, that's his business, Lisa," I heard Mom say as I shut the
    front door and trotted into my room, shaking the rattle as I ran. I
    stripped off my shorts, letting the rattle fall out of them. I then
    picked up the rattle and took it with me as I returned to my crib and
    lay there. I was too tired last night to masturbate and I had spent all
    I had for that day when I super-diapered Steven and then Derek in cloth
    diapers.
    	I wasn't used to masturbating in a disposable diaper. It felt
    much different since I usually couldn't even feel my dick with my hands
    through all my cloth diapers. The disposable diaper also crinkled more
    than my plastic pants did. It wasn't easy to feel my hard-on through
    the disposable diaper since it was plenty thick by itself, but at least
    I could feel that it was there. While I jacked off I thought about the
    two girls who were looking at me in my diapers earlier this morning.
    The rattle's beads shook along with the crib as I masturbated. In
    minutes I was coming in my diaper. I gripped my penis as tightly as I
    could through the Thickies disposable diaper and extracted as much
    semen as I had energy for. I was surprised I had recharged myself by
    this much after how much I jacked off the day before.
    	Having exerted a great deal of energy, I rested and read the book
    that I managed to talk Mom into letting me keep (not that she knew
    about the others I took). After I read through the book I decided to
    put one of my bottles to use. I took it out to the kitchen with me and
    gave it and the nipple a good, thorough washing just to be sure. Lisa
    then came into the house and she headed straight for the kitchen.
    Before I had a chance to hide it, Lisa saw me with the baby bottle.
    	"Chris!" she said. "Where did you get that baby bottle?"
    	I pointed towards the front yard, figuring there was no point
    trying to make up a lie about it.
    	"I should have known," Lisa said. "I should have known."
    	Lisa then went into the bathroom and started getting ready for
    work. It didn't seem to be any big deal to her that I was drinking from
    a baby bottle. If anything, it seemed to satisfy her expectations of
    me. I went ahead and filled it with orange juice and then took it into
    the living room with me where I worked on the computer. I needed to
    enter yesterday's diaper-y entry, which would be very lengthy and
    detailed given all the diaper-related events that happened between
    Derek's house, at the mall and then at the fair. In writing the entry
    with such graphic details about diapering Steven and Derek, it made me
    wish I had saved my morning milking for now; I could feel my dick
    trying to get hard again after the workout that I just gave it. I hid
    the baby bottle behind the monitor in case Mom or Dad walked in.
    	I was still typing out the part about diapering Derek when Lisa
    got herself showered and dressed for work. Of course she had to read
    over my shoulder while I was typing.
    	"Oooh, I never knew you thought about such things, Chris!" Lisa
    said sarcastically.
    	"Get lost," I said as I shut off the monitor.
    	"Only because I have to be to work will I get lost," Lisa said. I
    spent the next hour writing yesterday's diaper-y entry and sucking down
    the orange juice from my baby bottle. Mom then came into the house. By
    then the bottle was empty, so I just tossed it behind the monitor.
    	"How's the yard sale going?" I asked Mom.
    	"It's going well," she replied. "We're selling a lot of stuff. At
    least we're getting rid of it."
    	"That's good," I said.
    	"There are some things we *could* have sold, though," Mom said,
    changing the tone of her voice. I was thinking she was referring to the
    book, so I said, "I'll put the book back out there if you want me to."
    	"No, that's not what I'm talking about," Mom said. She knew I had
    swiped the baby bottles and the pacifier. I confessed to taking them.
    	"I'm sorry," I said to Mom. "I can put them back."
    	"No, Chris, keep them, they're yours," Mom said.
    	I was surprised. I said, "really?"
    	"No use fighting it," Mom said. "Just like there was no use
    fighting your desire to wear diapers."
    	"Thanks," I said to Mom.
    	"Do you really like to drink from bottles and use things like
    pacifiers and rattles, too?" Mom asked me.
    	"Sometimes," I said. "I sometimes wish I could be, well, you
    know, babied. Just sometimes, not all the time, like the diapers. You
    don't mind, do you?" I asked Mom.
    	"I guess I don't really see why it would hurt, but it's something
    you may want to think about some more."
    	"Maybe you'll come to accept it, just like you did when you
    couldn't get me to stop wearing diapers," I told Mom.
    	"Maybe so," Mom replied. "I'd just feel kind of funny treating
    you like a total baby, Chris. I mean, you're already three-fourths the
    way there by wearing diapers, so maybe it's to be expected that you
    would desire such treatment."
    	Mom then went into the bathroom. I sat there and pondered for a
    moment what Mom was thinking. It seemed that she reluctantly accepted
    the fact that I exhibited some infantile behavior beyond wearing
    diapers. At least she didn't try to take this away from me. Mom went
    back out to the yard sale and I resumed my writing. I finished my
    diaper-y entry and worked on part of a diaper story before Cindy came
    in and asked me to take over for her so she could take a break. Rather
    than lose my writing momentum, I took a notebook outside with me and
    continued writing my story in between helping people at the yard sale.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 96
    ---------------------------

    	By mid-morning there were several people ambling about throughout
    the yard looking at all the stuff we were hoping to sell off and get
    rid of. Some of my toys had been sold as well as my books and tapes and
    CD's. So far I had made eighteen dollars from the sale of my stuff. I
    planned to put all the money that I earned from the yard sale into the
    D.B.A. club's fund.
    	After the rush dissipated, Derek, Steven and Jennie came over to
    check things out at our yard sale. Both the boys were super-diapered
    and their shirts were pinned to their diapers. She had pinned their
    shirts at the bottom of their shirttails so that the diapers would get
    maximum exposure. Jennie, of course, was in her usual scanty summertime
    attire. There were still a few people rummaging through the offerings.
    They were clearly distracted by the sight of two conspicuously diapered
    boys.
    	"I don't know if you guys should have come over here in your
    diapers," Jennie said, noticing that the other people were looking at
    her and her brothers.
    	"Not that we have a choice," Derek said with a smile, pointing to
    the huge mass of cloth pinned around his loins. "I can't wear any
    shorts over these diapers."
    	"I know," Jennie said with a smile as she tugged at his shirt and
    tried to pull it up, knowing that it would stay in place by the dozen
    or so pins that she stuck along the back of his diapers. "That's just
    one of the reasons I put so many diapers on you two boys," she said.
    	"My sisters are a bad influence, aren't they?" I said to Jennie
    as a joke. She agreed and giggled at this remark.
    	Derek asked me what all we were selling, so I showed him some of
    my stuff as most of the other things we were selling would be of no
    interest to him. I showed him the remaining supply of books, videos,
    tapes and CDs. He picked up a couple Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
    videos and then took them over to Jennie.
    	"I want these!" he said as h jumped up and down excitedly. The
    weight and volume of his multiple diapers caused his butt to bounce
    even more protuberantly. His shirt had enough slack between the
    shirttail and the tension of the ring of pins around him to withstand
    the force exerted upon it.
    	"You have no money," Jennie told him. "Put them back."
    	"I do, too!" Derek said. "It's in my piggy bank."
    	"Well, then you have no pockets," Jennie told him as an
    additional reminder of his being in only diapers and a shirt.
    	"Then I'll go get my piggy bank," he said.
    	"I thought you were saving for a new bike," Jennie told him.
    	"I can't have a bike now since I am in diapers all the time," he
    said. "I can't go out riding it."
    	"Yeah you can," I said. "I do it all the time."
    	"Doesn't everyone look at you?" Derek asked.
    	"Of course, but that's their problem," I said. "Besides, most the
    people who live around here have seen me riding around in my diapers,
    anyway."
    	Derek was looking at the videos again and was having second
    thoughts about buying them."
    	"You can spend your money on other things," Jennie said. With
    this, she talked Derek out of buying the videos and he put them back,
    heaving a disappointed sigh. As he let out his sigh I could see the
    tension from the diaper pins pulling on his shirt increase as his
    diapers descended about half an inch.
    	"If they don't sell, you can always borrow them from Chris,"
    Jennie said.
    	"Actually, Mom's hauling off everything that doesn't sell to
    Goodwill," I told Jennie. "That's why I sneaked my old baby bottles
    into my bedroom, before they got sold or taken away."
    	Jennie smiled at me.
    	"You like being babied, don't you?" she said to me. I nodded
    silently with an embarrassed smile. I knew that Jennie enjoyed babying
    her two brothers and she was wanting to baby me, too.
    	"Can you come over later?" she asked me.
    	"Well, if you mean later, as in another day, yeah," I said.
    "Think about it, the only time I ever could come over is later, since I
    can't come over earlier."
    	"Oh yeah, I guess you're right," Jennie said with a little
    chuckle before smacking my diapered butt. "You can't come over today?"
    she asked.
    	"Probably not. We're going to the fair after the yard sale."
    	"Again? You just went last night, didn't you?" Jennie asked.
    	"Yeah, but this time I'm going with my parents and we're meeting
    my aunt and uncle there. They're gonna wanna look at all the arts and
    crafts and animals and shit," I said.
    	"You see plenty of shit when you look at the animals, all right,"
    Jennie said. I laughed as she mentioned this.
    	"You change enough diapers that the sight and smell of shit
    shouldn't bother you," I said. Jennie agreed with this and she laughed
    again.
    	"I just want to go on the rides and play the games and look for
    diapered boy butts," I said. "If I want to see animals I'll go out to
    my aunt's and uncle's place."
    	"Mom only let us go on a couple rides when we went a couple days
    ago," Jennie said. "And she tells us not to play the games since
    they're a waste of money."
    	I spent the next few minutes talking to Jennie and telling her
    about all the boys I saw at the fair last night, either wearing
    diapers, wetting their pants, or wanting to wear diapers.
    	"It must be your aura," Jennie told me. "You must have a way of
    attracting boys who are like you." I had to agree with this and it
    seemed to make the most sense to me.
    	"I think there are more boys who wear diapers than most people
    think," I said. "I just happen to look for these sorts of things and I
    tend to notice them more."
    	"You would," Jennie said. "I think Derek spent half his time at
    the fair looking at other boys' butts to see if any of them had diapers
    on."
    	"Sounds like Tony and me," I said.
    	Meanwhile, Derek and Steven had been busy looking at our old
    Nintendo game system, complete with several game cartridges. They were
    oblivious to the people, kids and adults, who were staring at them and
    commenting on how they were in diapers, and big, thick diapers, at
    that. It made me wish I were showing my diapers off, too. It surprised
    me that the Nintendo hadn't sold yet, but then maybe everyone else had
    done what we did and upgraded to a Super Nintendo and had an old
    Nintendo sitting around collecting dust.
    	"I wanna get this!" Derek said.
    	"Let's go ask Mommy!" Steven said.
    	"Yeah, maybe she'll buy it for us!" Derek said. He came up to me
    and told me that he was going to run home and ask his Mom if she'd buy
    the old Nintendo for him and Steven.
    	"Mom's not going to buy it, so forget it, boys," Jennie said.
    	"You never know," Derek said. "Be right back, I hope," he said. I
    watched Derek's and Steven's big, diapered behinds call attention to
    themselves as they ran back over to their house, or at least tried to
    run, though they mostly waddled from their diapers. Jennie followed
    them, having no trouble catching up to the immoderately diapered boys
    with her tall, free-moving slender legs moving her along, her short
    shorts being no impediment to her movement.
    	I ran over to Mom and told her that Derek was going to ask his
    Mom about buying the Nintendo.
    	"That's nice," Mom said. "That way you can still go over there
    and play it." I didn't know if Mom meant this in a good way or not. I
    missed playing some of the games on it even though I mastered most of
    them, but I wouldn't have minded if someone else bought it or if it
    went to Goodwill. Besides, I had plenty of games on the computer,
    anyway.
    	To my surprise, Derek's mother came over to the yard sale a few
    minutes later. Derek and Steven were both with her. She didn't seem to
    mind having people look at her two sons in diapers and didn't mind that
    they came out of the house like this. In fact, she was more surprised
    that I was wearing shorts.
    	"You mean, you're not running around in just your diapers like
    you usually do?" she asked me.
    	"My Mom didn't want me to go around in diapers while doing the
    yard sale," I explained. I figured it probably had to do with the fact
    that I was twelve years old and just past the halfway point towards
    turning thirteen.
    	"Besides, I'm wearing a disposable, and if I'm going to show off
    my diapers, I'm going to go all the way."
    	"I see," his mother said. She then turned her attention towards
    her boys.
    	"How badly do you boys really want this?" she asked them.
    	"We really, really, really, really, really, really, really,
    really, really want it!" Derek said. He was jumping up and down again,
    demonstrating the tight hold that the pins in his shirt and his diapers
    had.
    	"Hmmm, nine 'reallys' isn't enough to convince me that you boys
    want it," their mother said. "You have to promise me two things."
    	"So, you're gonna get it?" Derek asked as his eyes were wide
    open. He was probably wetting his diapers about now because he was so
    excited, but there was no way to tell since Jennie had him so heavily
    diapered.
    	"You must promise me two things before I get it," she said again.
    "One, I want you and Steven to keep your rooms clean."
    	"Okay," Derek said, confident that he could uphold this promise.
    That almost sounded too easy, so I was concerned that the second
    promise wouldn't be as easy. What if she were to say, "I want you boys
    to stop wearing diapers and use the toilet." I prayed that this would
    not be the second promise, especially when she mentioned that it
    applied to Derek.
    	"I want you to get at least a B in all your school subjects this
    year," his mother said. "And come to me if you are having any trouble
    with any of your schoolwork."
    	"Okay," Derek said.
    	"So, you understand that this is a promise?" his mother said.
    	"Yes," Derek said. With this, his mother handed over sixty
    dollars, the amount that my mother was asking for the Nintendo and the
    game cartridges. Since she was our neighbor, Mom decided to knock $20
    off of the price.
    	"Here, you'll need this for disposable diapers for Derek when he
    goes back to school," Mom said as she returned one of the twenties to
    Derek's mom. My mom practically gave the Nintendo away at this price.
    At least Derek and Steven were happy, though.
    	"Yeeeayy!!" Derek and Steven both shouted as they danced around,
    drawing more attention from some people who were rummaging through a
    nearby box of stuff.
    	"Thank you, Mom!" Derek said as he hugged her. "I love you."
    	Derek's mother could see that I had a relieved look on my face,
    so she asked me what this was all about.
    	"I thought you were going to make Derek and Steven promise you to
    give up their diapers."
    	"No, no, no. I know it would be a losing battle if I did that,"
    Derek's mother said with a sigh. She was right, too. I would have done
    everything in my power to ensure that this wouldn't happen if such a
    condition had to be met.
    	"Wanna come help us set it up?" Derek asked as he carried the
    game console and the controllers, which were dangling over his diapered
    front. I looked at Mom and asked her if I could go over to Derek's
    house.
    	"Actually, Chris, I need you to cover for me while I go pick up
    some lunch," she said.
    	"Can Cindy come out here?" I asked.
    	"She's going with me," Mom said. "She needs to pick up a couple
    more things for school."
    	"Sorry, looks like I gotta watch the yard sale," I told Derek
    glumly as I shrugged.
    	"That's all right," Derek said. "We can probably figure it out."
    	"See you, guys, I'll come check on you later to see if you got it
    set up," I said. Again I enjoyed watching Derek and his brother going
    back to their house and waddling in their thick diapers. They were
    trying to run since they couldn't wait to start playing their new game
    system.
    	Mom and Cindy had left to pick up some sandwiches at Subway,
    leaving me alone to watch the yard sale. By this time it was high noon,
    the temperature was getting warmer, and the amount of people stopping
    by at the yard sale was starting to dwindle down. I went back to
    writing more of my story for a few minutes, using my notebook so that I
    could transcribe it to the computer later on (made me wish I had one of
    those laptop computers). The mailman then showed up a few minutes
    later, so I decided to grab the mail and bring it into the house.
    	I was expecting to see the usual batch of junk mail and bills,
    all for Mom and Dad to deal with, and of course this was most of what
    there was. I was surprised to see that there were three items for me.
    One was the monthly newsletter from CKM Products, which was pretty much
    an advertisement. The second item was the first D.B.A. club newsletter,
    which I looked forward to reading. The third item was a letter from
    Ricky, my cousin Darren's deaf friend whom I got to meet when I was in
    Seattle earlier this summer.
    	"Damn! I told him that I was going to write to him!" I said to
    myself, realizing that I had forgotten to do this all summer long. I
    had lots to tell him, that's for sure. I was glad to see that at least
    he remembered to write, so it was my obligation to reciprocate. I took
    the rest of the mail into the house and then I went back outside with
    the newsletters and Ricky's letter, the latter of which I decided to
    read first. I opened the envelope and pulled out the letter and read
    it:

    Dear Chris,

    Hi! How have you been? I have had a lot of fun this summer. What are
    all the fun things that you got to do? Darren and I had lots of
    sleepovers together and we've spent just about our entire summer in
    just our diapers. We really like wearing diapers and we think they're a
    lot of fun to wear. I like how Darren looks in his diapers. Don't tell
    him this, but I think diapers make his butt look cute, he he he. I
    think he knows it anyway since he likes to look at me in diapers and
    tries to stand behind me as much as he can so he can see my butt. We
    change each other a lot. We took some pictures of each other in our
    diapers and I sent some to you. I hope you like them.

    	I stopped reading for a moment and looked at the photos that
    Ricky had enclosed. There were twelve photos in all. Five of them were
    pictures of Ricky. It was obvious that the pictures were taken to show
    off their diapers since Ricky was bending over or spreading his legs in
    most of the pictures. Four of the pictures showed Darren, and three of
    them showed both Darren and Ricky together, one from the front, one
    from the rear and one with them sitting with their crotches open. I got
    hard looking at the pictures, especially seeing where Ricky had loaded
    his diaper in one of the rear shots. There wasn't anybody at the yard
    sale, so I stuck my hand down in my shorts and rubbed my dick through
    my diaper. It was wet now and I enjoyed the feeling of the soaked
    material around my dick. I kept this up for a couple minutes, not to
    achieve ejaculation, but just to take the edge off of the arousal
    tension. A couple of people then walked up, so I stopped playing with
    myself and went back to reading while glancing up every now and then to
    see if the people needed any help.

    How is school going? Have you started yet? I had to start a week
    earlier than Darren. I now go to a special school for kids like me who
    have cerebral palsy and other problems. I like it there better than the
    regular school. One of my friends there is Paul. He wears diapers like
    I do. In fact, all of us wear diapers. I wish Darren could come to my
    school since the kids wouldn't laugh at him for wearing diapers here
    like they do at his school. He's learned to ignore them, and he still
    has Tim, Kevin and John at his school to wear diapers with him. Yes,
    John, too! Remember how his parents didn't let him wear diapers before?
    Well, his sister Karen caught him and told on him, and the rest is
    history and now he gets to wear diapers, too! I'm sure Darren will tell
    you all about it next time he sees you.

    Some of us can "come" in our diapers now. I'm sure you know what that
    is, he he. Mom says that it's something that all boys like to do, but
    she tells me that I have to do it when I am alone. I do it with Darren
    all the time. It feels real good and I think it's why I like to wear
    diapers, even though I have to wear them anyway.

    	Ricky went on for a couple more paragraphs telling me about how
    wearing diapers gave him hard-ons. I was getting hard again myself as I
    read about Ricky's discovery of diaper masturbation and how he and
    Darren would rub each other's diapers until they both came. The fact
    that Darren's friend John also got caught and got put into diapers also
    excited me and further lowered my inhibitions. The people weren't
    looking, so I slipped my hand back down into my diaper and rubbed
    myself some more. I became quite engrossed as I looked at the pictures
    and re-read these parts of Ricky's letter. Suddenly, the couple turned
    towards me, carrying a set of coasters that I don't think Mom and Dad
    ever used except when Aunt Rita and Uncle Frank visited, as they were
    the ones who gave my parents the set one Christmas.
    	Quickly I pulled my hand out of my shorts and I set the letter
    and photographs aside. Out of habit I smelled my hand after handling my
    genitals, My hand stunk of pee, residual poop and other odors as
    expected, but I didn't think the couple noticed, at least they hoped
    they didn't. The couple came up to me and asked if I would allow them
    to take the coaster set for $2.00 instead of the $3.00 for which it was
    marked. I realized that Mom hadn't told me what to do if anyone wanted
    to negotiate. I figured since Mom wanted to get rid of everything she
    wouldn't mind if I let some things go for less than what they were
    marked for. The man handed me a five dollar bill and I gave him back
    three dollars. If only he knew where my hand had just been before I
    handed him his change.

    	I went back to reading the letter:

    Darren told me that you made it into the ads for the Thickies diapers.
    Congratulations! When do you think you will be in the magazines? I saw
    your picture at the store where my Mom buys my diapers. I hope you
    won't be embarrassed if I tell you that I think you look cute in your
    diapers, too. I like to tell the kids at my school that I have met the
    boy who is modeling the Thickies diapers. Some of them don't believe
    me. I asked them if I could have the poster when they're done with it
    and they said they'd give me a call.

    Oh, and Darren and me just joined a D.B.A. club that someone started
    here in our neighborhood in Bellevue. It's a really neat club. We all
    can talk about wearing diapers and how fun they are. We have a total of
    ten members now. Darren says you're running a club there, too. How many
    members do you have? What are the things that your club has done
    together? A lot of the kids are learning sign language from having to
    talk to me. This allows us to talk about diapers in public since most
    people don't know what we're really "saying", he he.

    I know you are probably busy, so don't rush to write me back. I look
    forward to seeing your letter when you do write back.

    Your friend (in diapers, as always)

    Ricky

    	Ricky's letter was quite long (I abbreviated it for inclusion
    here), so I knew it would take me awhile to write a reply to send back.
    I re-read a couple more parts and then I moved on to the D.B.A. club
    newsletter. It was the club's first issue. It mostly contained stories
    about how some people started their clubs and how they found their
    members. Each club's Director sent in his story to describe how he got
    into wearing diapers. My story made it in there, fortunately. It was
    fun reading about other boys' accounts of how they became diaper
    wearers and diaper lovers. There was nobody looking around at the yard
    sale, so I went back to playing with myself some more. At this rate I
    would eventually come, though I would have rather done it the way I
    liked doing it best, which was to be in cloth diapers, no shorts, and
    have a very wet and messy set of diapers on.
    	Best of all was that the newsletter included some photographs of
    some of the boys in their diapers. At the back of the newsletter was a
    listing of all the Director-led clubs and their members. Ours was
    listed, with my name and Tony's in bold letters, indicating that we
    were the Directors of our group. Others had their names isted
    individually, having no meetings or Directors in their area or choosing
    not to participate at this level. Several cities were represented,
    including one in eastern Idaho and one in northern Idaho where
    Directors were running club meetings. Each club unit had at least six
    members; some had over thirty! I couldn't wait to see how big the
    roster would get once the availability of Thickies diapers spread
    eastward throughout the United States and maybe eventually the whole
    world, along with awareness of the D.B.A. club.
    	I was just about to come when I decided to back off instead of
    jack off. I felt that I should save it for when I was in some thicker,
    wetter and dirtier diapers. With my dick still hard I loaded my diaper
    full of shit. I felt my balls become coated in poop and I could smell
    it all over. My entire butt had poop on it. I did this while a lady
    with three of her daughters were looking at the remaining merchandise,
    so I couldn't stroke myself with them being there. I must say I was
    damn tempted to do it, especially while thinking about taking a shit in
    my diapers with two pre-teen girls and one teenage girl standing about
    ten feet away from me, wearing high-cut shorts, just to show off the
    fact that they did not have diapers on. I figured I could hold this
    thought until after Mom and Cindy came back from getting lunch, at
    which time I could go into my room, though it was very difficult to
    resist.
    	I switched to reading the CKM Products flyer, which wasn't nearly
    as stimulating as the other two items. While I was reading this I was
    beginning to wonder when Mom and Cindy would make it back, seeing that
    they had been gone for about a half hour. The newsletter showed
    pictures of the back-to-school fashions that were out now. The first
    few pages showed kids who were modeling jeans. I enjoyed looking at the
    girls' jeans pictures, perhaps because of the way jeans accent the
    contours of a girl's rear end and how this clearly shows a lack of
    diapers. This is something I have always enjoyed looking at as it
    allows me to compare what I like to see boys wearing on their butts
    versus girls. The fact that my sisters never had any sort of bulge in
    the back of their pants always reminded me of being the only boy in the
    family and the only one whose butt stood out because of thick, white
    diapers and not tight-fitting blue jeans. It was hard to look at the
    boys wearing jeans without imagining what they would look like wearing
    diapers instead. Many of them would have looked great modeling the
    Thickies diapers.
    	While I was skimming through the CKM newsletter and
    advertisements, Mom and Cindy made it back, and not a moment too soon
    as I was getting hungry thinking about the roast beef sandwich I had
    coming to me.
    	"How's business?" Cindy asked me as she handed me my sandwich, my
    chips and my drink.
    	"It's really slowed down," I said.
    	"That usually happens by the time the afternoon hits," she said.
    "It gets too hot for some people to be out."
    	Before I are my lunch I decided to go inside and wash my hands,
    knowing where they had been. I came back out and Cindy and I both sat
    there and ate our sandwiches together. Cindy noticed the stack of mail
    that I had brought out with me. She picked up the letter that Ricky had
    sent me.
    	"What this?" Cindy asked as she picked it up.
    	"Oh, that's nothing," I said.
    	"Hmm, we'll see that it's nothing," she said as she pulled it
    away from me before I had a chance to retrieve it back from her..
    	"Careful! Don't slop your sandwich on it!" I told her.
    	"Funny that you'd care so much about something you said was
    nothing," Cindy said.
    	"Give it back!" I told her. She pulled it away from me. I was
    about to swipe it out of her hand, but I didn't want to see Ricky's
    letter get torn or crumpled up as I wanted Tony and the other boys in
    the club to read it, too. At that point all I could do was sit there
    and watch Cindy read it.
    	"Come on, Cindy, I don't read your mail, do I?"
    	"What's it matter, Chris?" Cindy said. "What could you possibly
    hide from us anymore? We all know what goes on in your diaper-crazed
    head!"
    	Cindy read the first couple paragraphs and skipped to the bottom,
    skipping over the really nasty parts about Ricky and Darren jacking
    each other off, fortunately. She read Ricky's name at the end and asked
    me who he is.
    	"He's Darren's friend, I met him when we were in Seattle over
    spring vacation," I told her.
    	"That's good that he keeps in touch with you," Cindy said as she
    handed me the letter. "From what I read, he keeps in touch with
    himself."
    	"You read that?" I asked Cindy, wondering how she would have done
    so after giving the letter a cursory once-over.
    	"It's all over his letter, Chris," Cindy said. "I mean, the words
    he used, not the results of what he did," Cindy said with a smile as
    she licked some mayonnaise off of her fingers, just to add to the
    imagery of what she was inferring. "Of course, since he probably had
    diapers on, I don't think I have anything to worry about there."
    	Cindy then noticed the pictures that had slipped out of it and
    onto the table.
    	"Oooh, photos, too!" Cindy said. She looked through them one at a
    time."
    	"Careful, you had mayonnaise all over your fingers," I told
    Cindy.
    	"I'm being careful," she said. "I'm just handling the edges—
    handling the photos, of course."
    	Again, there wasn't anything I could do to get them back from her
    without risking mutilating the photos. Cindy giggled as she looked at
    Ricky's and Darren's prominent diaper poses.
    	"Nice pictures," she said as she handed them back to me. We then
    resumed eating our sandwiches. At that time Nathan and Luke showed up
    on their bikes. I was glad to see them, especially after what happened
    last time I saw them. I was hoping they'd have some better news
    regarding the issue of wearing diapers with their parents.
    	"Hey guys!" I shouted as I got up. "What's going on?"
    	"Not much," Luke said. "You guys having a yard sale?"
    	"No, we just thought we'd bring some of our old stuff out and let
    it get some fresh air," I said sarcastically. Luke didn't pick up on
    this right away. "Huh?" he said.
    	"Of course we're having a yard sale, what does it look like?" I
    said. "Well, we're having a sale in the yard, but if it were a yard
    sale, then we'd be selling the yard."
    	"Smartass!" Luke said as he smacked me on the shoulder.
    	"You mean fart-ass," I said. I turned my butt towards Luke and
    cut the cheese.
    	"Wow, I don't think I have seen you in shorts," Luke said. "I can
    tell you have a diaper on, still."
    	"Yeah, it's a disposable, but it's still plenty thick." I pulled
    my shorts down and let Luke and Nathan see my diaper. It was bulging
    from wetness in the front. I turned around and let them see my butt as
    I released another cloud of butt gas into the atmosphere. Both boys
    kept staring at my diaper. I had kept my shorts at my knees, but I
    decided to take them off completely and stand there at the end of the
    driveway in just my visibly used-at-both-ends diaper.
    	I could tell Nathan had a diaper on since I could see it sticking
    above his shorts. Of course I expected him to be wearing one. He was in
    a disposable, too, which I assumed was because he was out and about.
    Otherwise, he'd probably be in cloth diapers since he preferred them,
    too. I then looked at Luke's shorts. Assuming he wasn't wearing
    diapers, I expected him to have a hard-on from seeing my diaper. As I
    examined his shorts, they looked to be quite filled out, so I hoped
    that he came to tell me that he was back to wearing diapers again. His
    shirt went down too far for me to see if a diaper was showing above his
    waistband.
    	"So, you wearing a diaper, too?" I asked Luke.
    	"No," he groaned. "I wish I was, though."
    	"Well, then what's making your shorts bulge out so much?" I asked
    him. Luke lifted his shirt and let me see the multitude of underwear
    waistbands that graced his stomach and his middle-to-lower back.
    	"I used your idea of wearing several underpants at a time, it
    works okay, works fine when you're desperate for diapers."
    	"Better than nothing," I said.
    	"I'd be wearing more if I were home," he said. "I had to take
    most of them off so I could fit my shorts on over them."
    	"How many are you wearing?" I asked Luke.
    	"Eight or nine, I think," he answered. I bent down and counted
    his waistbands.
    	"Nine," I said. "How many did you have on before?"
    	"Shit, twenty maybe, I wasn't counting," he said. "I just keep
    putting them on until I can't get any more to fit. I like them as thick
    as I can get them."
    	"Do your parents know?"
    	"No, I'm doing this because they're out of town for Labor Day."
    	"Dude, your brother has a whole supply of diapers!" I said. "
    Nathan then took his shorts off to show his diaper to me. He, too, was
    due for a diaper change.
    	"I can't get to his diapers," Luke said with his head down.
    	"How's that?" I asked.
    	"It's really stupid the way my parents arranged things so that I
    can't get to wear diapers. If you come over I'll explain it."
    	"I can't really go anywhere right now," I said. "After the yard
    sale is over we're going to the fair. I think at 3:00 we'll put things
    away."
    	"What time you gonna be back?" Luke asked.
    	"Maybe three hours," I said. "We're just gonna look at shit, no
    rides or nothing."
    	"So, maybe 8:00 or so?" Luke asked. "Could you come over at that
    time?"
    	"I'm sure I can," I said. "You want Tony to come, too?"
    	"Sure," Luke said. "Listen, uhh, the reason I came over was to
    ask you if maybe you could bring some, you know, some diapers for me to
    wear?"
    	"Absolutely," I said. "Tell you what. I'll ask Tony if I can
    sleep over at his house and then we'll both come over from his place."
    	"Sounds good," Luke said. "Call me if something changes."
    	"I will," I told him.
    	"I gotta pee so bad," Luke said. "I wish I had some plastic pants
    to wear over my underwear. I'd rather not use the toilet if I can help
    it."
    	"You could always pee on the ground," I said.
    	"Yeah, but that's almost like using a toilet," Luke said. "I'd
    rather pee in a diaper or something like a diaper."
    	"Let me go grab a pair for you," I said. With this I went into
    the house, walking past some yard sale shoppers in my diapers. I took
    my shorts with me and I put them away. I then grabbed some plastic
    pants for Luke and went back outside. My conspicuous, not to mention
    wet diaper caught the attention of the people who were looking at some
    of the items. The fact that I was carrying a pair of plastic pants drew
    more attention from the onlookers.
    	"Here you go," I said, handing Luke the plastic pants.
    	"Thanks," he said. "Can we go to your back yard and do this?"
    	"Back yard, schmack yard, just do it here," I told him. "Look at
    me, look at Nathan, we're standing here in just our diapers."
    	"Yeah, but, well, you have some people looking at your stuff,"
    Luke said, being hesitant to remove his shorts out in the open.
    	"They're looking at us," I said. "C'mon, you don't know who they
    are."
    	Luke then slowly took off his shorts and revealed in their
    entirety the nine pairs of underwear he had on. I could see that there
    was a big brown stain in the seat of the outermost pair, indicating
    that he had been quite defiant with his expectations to use the toilet.
    The people leaving the yard sale stared at us strangely as they left
    without buying anything.
    	"They're gone now," I said. "Put them on."
    	Luke pulled the plastic pants over his underwear. I tried to find
    him a smaller pair that I had outgrown, that is, outgrown because of
    the circumference of my diapers as they would have fit me with a more
    modest amount of diapering. They were still a tad large for his slender
    body, but they would do the job. Luke pulled the plastic pants all the
    way up. They went up all the way over his stomach and beyond. Luke
    stood there and profusely soaked his underpants. Nine pairs of
    underwear was no match for his pee. Immediately the pee soaked through
    all the fly fronts and pee was pooling up in his plastic pants.
    	"Damn, I guess I need to wear more underwear," he said.
    	"Underwear works fine for pooping, but diapers are made for
    absorbing pee, whereas underwear is not," I told him.
    	"Well, since they're already soaked, might as well fill up the
    back half," Luke said. With this he pooped in his underwear. He bent
    over in front of me as he released several logs which squished up
    against the tight bunches of fabric pulled up into his butt.
    	"I'd better get home and clean up before my cousin shows up,"
    Luke said. He pulled down the plastic pants and drained some of the
    excess urine from the crotch and onto the sidewalk.
    	"Your cousin?" I asked Luke.
    	"Yeah, he's supposed to drop in every so often to check on Nathan
    to see if Nathan needs a diaper change. We left right after he did, but
    there's no telling when he'll come back by. Mom gave him all my diapers
    so that I couldn't have any available to me. That's why I'm not wearing
    diapers now."
    	"That sucks," I said.
    	"Tell me about it," Luke said. "We'd better get going. Thanks for
    the plastic pants," he said as he and Nathan out their shorts back on.
    	"Anything to keep a boy from having to use the toilet," I said as
    they left.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 97
    ---------------------------

    	After Luke and Nathan left I asked Mom if it was okay for me to
    stay over at Tony's house. Mom said this would be okay, so then I
    grabbed the cordless phone and called Tony to ask him about sleeping
    over tonight.
    	"Sure," he said without hesitation. After getting a confirmation
    from his mother I told him what my plans were regarding Luke and Nathan
    and explained what they told me when they stopped by. He agreed that it
    would be fun to sneak some diapers over for Luke and help him enjoy
    wearing them while he had the chance. After this I helped Cindy and Mom
    to pack up some of the yard sale stuff and put it in the garage. Derek
    then appeared, still wearing the same diapers he had on this morning.
    He was really smelly by now and in need of a diaper change.
    	"Can you come and help us set up the game?" Derek asked me. I
    asked Mom if she would mind me going over to Derek's house.
    	"I guess," Mom said, seeing that I had put in my share of helping
    put things away.
    	"Remember that we're leaving in about an hour, so don't stay too
    long," Mom reminded me as she patted me on the bottom, feeling my messy
    diaper.
    	"Whoa, you need a diaper change there, boy!" Mom said to me.
    "Cindy, could you change him, please?"
    	"Sure, Mom!" she replied, happy to oblige.
    	"I'm not used to actually being able to tell when his diapers are
    dirty with all those cloth diapers you usually put on him," Mom said to
    Cindy. She chuckled at this.
    	"Just put another disposable on him," Mom said to Cindy.
    "Remember that we're leaving for the fair shortly."
    	"Don't you want me to take the dirty one off of him first?" Cindy
    asked me mom just to be silly. Mom just sighed and told Cindy to change
    my diaper.
    	"I'll be over in a few minutes," I told Derek.
    	"Can I come in and watch?" Derek asked. Of course both Cindy and
    I felt that it would be okay. We all then went into the house and into
    my bedroom. Derek sat on the mattress of my crib while he watched Cindy
    take my messy diaper off. She then handed it to Derek and asked him to
    dispose of it. My diaper was so big and heavy that Derek had to carry
    it with both hands. A moment later he returned while Cindy was still
    cleaning my butt. When this job was done she let Derek sprinkle the
    powder on me. His eyes were fixed on my dick, erect as it always was
    during a diaper change.
    	"Am I gonna have one that big when I get older?" Derek asked,
    referring to my stiff penis.
    	"Oh yeah, you will," I said. "It'll make wearing diapers ten
    times better, too."
    	"How long until my weenie gets as big as yours?" Derek asked.
    	"It may be five years, maybe seven years, everyone is different.
    I was early," I told him. At this time Cindy pushed my hard penis
    upward, pointing it towards my stomach as she wrapped the diaper over
    it and taped the diaper shut. When Cindy was done she handed Derek and
    I each one of the baby bottles I swiped from the yard sale.
    	"You got bottles now?" Derek asked me.
    	"Yeah, I sneaked them from the yard sale, but my Mom still caught
    me. She said I could have them anyway."
    	"That's cool, let's go fill them up and go to my house."
    	"Okay," I said. I gave Derek's bottle a thorough washing as well
    as mine. There was some cherry Kool-Aid in the fridge, so we decided to
    use this to fill our bottles. We then walked over to Derek's house.
    Their mother was gone for the afternoon spending time with her
    boyfriend. Jennie's friend Melanie and her little brother Tyler were
    there. Tyler had shorts on and I kept looking at his butt to see if he
    had Pull-Ups on underneath, or better yet, a diaper. Melanie could tell
    that I was trying to ascertain Tyler's undergarment, so she said, "yes,
    Chris, if you must know, he's wearing Pull-Ups."
    	"Yes, I must know. Thanks for the information. By the way, how's
    his toilet training doing?" I asked her.
    	"Thanks to you boys going around in diapers all the time he
    probably won't ever want to give up his diapers," Melanie replied.
    	"That's the idea!" I thought to myself with a big smile.
    	"What's with the baby bottles?" Melanie asked us.
    	"All the better to baby them with!" Jennie explained. Jennie
    looked at the bottles and asked where they had come from as she didn't
    recognize them.
    	"They're my old baby bottles," I answered. "I took them from our
    yard sale!" Derek laughed as I mentioned this. "My Mom said I could
    have them."
    	Derek then waddled over to Jennie while she sat down in the
    chair. Derek then climbed up on her lap and assumed the position while
    Jennie stuck the bottle into his mouth and she began feeding him its
    contents. The fact that he stunk and needed a diaper change didn't seem
    to phase her. She knew her shorts and her thighs were safe from being
    contaminated with Derek's pee and poop with all his diapers holding it
    in.
    	"See? He likes to be babied," Jennie explained to her friend.
    	"Okay, so they wear diapers, they both sleep in cribs, and now
    they drink out of baby bottles," Melanie said. "Your brother and his
    diaper friend are really weird, you know."
    	"And proud of it," I said while I lay down on the floor and
    kicked my legs in the air, taking a drink from my bottle. Melanie just
    sighed and rolled her eyes in disgust.
    	"I'm gonna go check on Tyler," Melanie said as she got up and
    went out to the back yard where he and Steven had been playing. Jennie
    went with her to check on Steven. I got back up and asked Derek what
    the problem he was having with setting up the Nintendo.
    	"The screen's all fuzzy," he said in between sips off his bottle.
    Meanwhile, I examined the setup and found the problem.
    	"The TV's gotta be on channel 3," I said. I turned the knob (yes,
    a knob, it was an old TV) to channel 3 and the Super Mario Brothers
    logo instantly appeared on the screen.
    	"Wow, you got it working!" Derek said. I handed Derek his
    controller and asked him if he knew how to play the game.
    	"I think I can figure it out," he said. "I'll watch you play."
    	I started the game and walked my character through the various
    obstacles. While playing I asked Derek why it had been so long since
    they picked up the game before he tried setting it up.
    	"Jennie wanted to watch TV," Derek said. "Some stupid girls'
    show."
    	It had been awhile since I had played and I was a little bit
    rusty. I could still remember where all the shortcuts and hidden
    treasures were, though. I still remembered most of the ins and outs as
    they came to mind while playing. It was old hat, or in my case, old
    diaper. After I finished the first game Derek wanted to try it, so I
    let him take my controller. I coached him and told him where to guide
    his character. He was toast before he even got to the end of the first
    level.
    	"I'll get better at it," he said confidently. "One of these days
    I'll kick your butt!"
    	"Better kick it hard," I said as I stuck my disposable diaper-
    padded rear end into Derek's face. "You've seen how thick my diapers
    can be!" Derek laughed.
    	"Like mine?" he said as he pointed down at his thick diapers,
    causing Mario to walk right off a ledge.
    	"Use your pause key," I told him. "Of course with us in diapers
    you'll probably hardly ever use it."
    	"Yeah, 'cuz we got DIAPERS on!" Derek said as he started a new
    game and moved his knees back and forth excitedly. He then asked me why
    I was in a disposable diaper.
    	"Because we're leaving later and Cindy didn't have time to diaper
    me in cloth, only to take it off and put me back into a disposable
    again."
    	"How does it feel wearing a disposable?" Derek asked me.
    	"I feel naked," I said. "I'm used to wearing a whole thick bunch
    of diapers like you got on." Derek always loved it when I acknowledged
    his thick diapers and he giggled and pointed out his bulging diapers
    again, this time using the pause key and thus keeping Mario alive.
    Derek then looked at my diaper.
    	"I can see your diaper's wet!" he said. The front of it had
    expanded with piss as my body processed my 32-ounce drink from Subway.
    He ran his hand over it and he rubbed the absorbent gels. I couldn't
    help but to get a hard-on when he did this. He felt the tip of my penis
    pressing up against the front of my diaper and he giggled.
    	"Betcha can't tell my diaper's wet and poopy!" Derek said.
    	"Well, I can tell by smell, but as far as the way your diaper
    looks, nope, I can't tell from that. All I see is a bunch of white
    diaper cloth," I said. "I wish I had my cloth diapers on."
    	Derek and I then played the game together, so he got to be Luigi.
    The girls had then come back into the house, bringing with them two
    mud-covered little boys.
    	"Derek, Chris, could you give them a bath?" Jennie asked us.
    	"Sure, just a minute," he said.
    	"No, right now," she said. I hit the pause key so that we would
    not have to quit our game.
    	"Why do you want us to do it?" Derek asked.
    	"Because Steven doesn't like it when I give him baths, you know
    that," Jennie said. "We're going over to Melanie's to get some clean
    clothes for Tyler."
    	Why Steven didn't mind getting diapered by Jennie, but didn't
    want her to give him baths was something I pondered for a moment. The
    girls left Derek and I to deal with Steven and Tyler. We escorted them
    into the bathroom and helped them get their clothes off. Derek
    undressed Steven while I stripped Tyler of his mud-covered shorts,
    shirt and leaving him in just his Pull-Ups. I noticed that it was still
    unused. I was hoping he would have wet and pooped in it by now.
    	"Do you need to pee or poop?" I asked him.
    	"I gotta go potty," he said. He started going towards the toilet.
    No!!!
    	"Hey, hey, don't go near that thing!" I told him. I then put my
    hand up to my mouth and said, "it's only for girls!"
    	"But I hafta go potty!" he said, ignoring my previous comment.
    	"You got a Pull-Up on," I told him. "Use it."
    	"My Mom says I hafta use the potty," he said.
    	"Well, you're Mommy's not here," I said. "Remember all those fun
    things I told you about using diapers? See how much fun we big boys
    have in diapers?"
    	A guilty look came over Tyler's face. He hesitated for a moment
    and then smiled at me as he stood just before the toilet. Then the
    magic began. I could see the front of his Pull-Ups turning yellow and
    billowing out from soaking up his wetness. I could hear his pee stream
    pouring into the Pull-Ups.
    	"Good boy!" I said. "I'm proud of you!" Tyler then laughed at me
    again. I asked him if he was done peeing.
    	"Yeah," he said.
    	"Do you have to poop, too?" I asked him. He shook his head. With
    this I pulled off his Pull-Ups. I could see and smell the fresh wetness
    that he had put in them. Meanwhile, Derek was busy taking all of
    Steven's diapers off and running the bath water. As expected, Steven's
    diapers were quite wet and very well used. By the time Steven's last
    diaper was off the bath water was drawn. We each helped the two boys
    into the water and helped them get clean. I took off my shirt to keep
    it from getting wet as did Derek after I helped him with removing the
    pins Jennie had stuck into the back side of his diapers where she
    attached them to his shirt.
    	"Wanna get in with us?" Steven asked us.
    	"I gotta stay dry since I'm leaving soon," I said. Derek still
    had his thick bunch of diapers on, too, so he didn't want to get into
    the bathtub while wearing them and he didn't want to take them all off,
    either. Lastly, there wasn't very much room in the tub for four of us
    boys, as fun as it sounded. We spent the next few minutes getting the
    two little boys cleaned off from their playing in the mud out back.
    	After the bath was over it was time to get the boys toweled off
    and ready to be dressed again. Derek and I put our shirts back on.
    Being that Tyler had no clean clothes and no clean Pull-Ups, this could
    only mean one thing, put him in diapers, which was what Derek and I
    were planning to do, anyway. Derek and I escorted the two naked boys
    into Derek's and Steven's bedroom and told both of them to lie down on
    Steven's bed. Derek went to Steven's diaper drawers and pulled one of
    them open. He then pulled out one diaper and set it down, then another
    one off to the side of the first diaper. Derek then started counting
    out the diapers.
    	"One for Steven, one for Tyler, two for Steven, two for Tyler,
    three for Steven..."
    	Derek stopped when he had two piles of six diapers for each of
    the two boys. We each then carried a pile of them and brought them over
    to Steven's bed. I powdered Tyler's little balls and he asked me why I
    was putting diapers on him.
    	"Because it's all we have for you to wear here," I said. "That,
    and the fact that Derek, Steven and I want you to keep wearing diapers
    like the rest of us boys around here and not ever be potty trained.
    How's that sound?"
    	"I think I like diapers better," Tyler said.
    	"You do?" I said. I then turned my butt to Tyler and said, "You
    like this, eh? You like this diaper? You wanna wear these? You wanna
    have nice, thick big white diapers on your butt all the time like this
    one? Diapers that you can pee and poop in and not have to worry about
    some stupid ol' potty covered with girl germs?"
    	Tyler started chuckling as I started dancing around and slapping
    my butt and telling him how much I loved to wear diapers.
    	"I can pee in my diapers, poop in my diapers, pee and poop in my
    diapers any time, any place," I said gleefully. "Been doing it for
    almost four years now."
    	"I only three years old," Tyler said.
    	"When will you be four?" I asked Tyler.
    	"Before Santa Claus comes!" he said.
    	"Like, in December? November?" I asked him. I wasn't sure if he
    knew his months yet or had any concept of this sort of thing.
    	"I think he'll be four in November," Derek said.
    	"So I've been wearing diapers since before you were even born," I
    told Tyler. "So if you like this diaper that I have on now, you're
    gonna love what you're about to wear!"
    	"What am I gonna wear?" Tyler asked me.
    	"You see Derek over there?" I said. "You see how his diapers
    look?"
    	"Yeah," Tyler replied.
    	"Remember how I looked yesterday when I had all those diapers on?
    Well, that's what your diapers are gonna look like! See how big Derek's
    butt looks in them? That's what your butt's gonna look like!"
    	Derek then stopped for a moment and stuck his butt in Tyler's
    face and said, "I have a big white thick diapered BUTT!"
    	"Good job," I quietly said to Derek.
    	"I got that from you," he said.
    	"I'm a bad influence, aren't I?" I said jokingly. "Keep it up and
    do it every time you get a chance."
    	"My diaper's all poopy! My diaper's all poopy! My diaper's all
    poopy!" Derek started singing, making up his own little song.
    	Meanwhile, we both began diapering the boys. Derek wasn't used to
    handling cloth diapers and he was having a hard time putting the
    diapers on Steven. He was trying to use several pins like I was doing
    with Tyler, but he couldn't get the first diaper to go on tightly.
    	"I'll help you with that as soon as I finish diapering Tyler," I
    said. As I handled the subsequent diapers and all the pins my dick was
    really getting big and it was trying to poke through the front of my
    disposable diaper. Halfway through my diapering of Tyler I had to turn
    around and rub my dick a few times to take the edge off. This gave
    Tyler another good look at my diapered butt. I then went back to
    diapering Tyler, getting the fourth diaper ready to put on him.
    	"Come on, Derek!" Steven said. "Have Jennie diaper me!"
    	"Sorry, I've never done this before," Derek said.
    	"I'll diaper you," I said to Steven. I showed Derek how to fold
    and pin on cloth diapers. He watched me finish with the fourth diaper
    as well as put on the fifth and sixth diapers. Of course I added the
    ring of safety pins around his waist and connected his diapers to his
    shirt. Tyler's crotch was packed solidly with several thick and thirsty
    white layers of fabric. I then asked him to get a pair of plastic pants
    from Steven's drawer. After Derek handed them to me I put them on
    Tyler. I then told him he was done. He got down from the bed and tried
    to walk. He waddled so much from having all those diapers on. He even
    fell down a couple of times from losing his balance. Luckily he was
    well-padded to cushion his fall. His butt really stood out and his legs
    were so widely spread apart.
    	"You like those diapers?" I asked him.
    	"They feel funny," he said.
    	"It takes some getting used to," I told him.
    	"I can't walk," he complained.
    	"That takes some getting used to, too."
    	I then helped Derek diaper Steven. I put the first two on and
    then told Derek to try his hand at the third diaper. Meanwhile I
    decided to check on Tyler. He was waddling as he tried desperately to
    walk out of the room. He was out in the hallway and he was moving along
    okay, but then he suddenly stopped and said, "uh oh!"
    	"What's wrong?" I asked him. "Too many diapers for you, eh?
    You're just a rookie diaper boy and maybe I shouldn't have used so many
    on you."
    	"I just pooped," he said.
    	"Well, that is what those diapers are for!" I said to him. "Ain't
    no way you'll get to a potty in those diapers I put on you!"
    	I then went back to check on Derek to make sure he was getting
    Steven's diapers on okay. He was doing better and he was getting the
    diapers on more tightly.
    	"Good job," I said. I gave him some more assistance with the
    remaining diapers. We then both pinned his diapers to his shirt. I let
    Derek do the ones in the back since I knew he enjoyed looking at his
    little brother's diapered butt (so did I, but I was being nice and
    letting Derek get the maximum enjoyment from diapering his brother) At
    about this time Jennie and Melanie came back. They saw Tyler out in the
    front room in the thick diapers that I put on him.
    	"What are you doing in those diapers?" Melanie asked him.
    	"Chris put them on me," he said. Melanie then came up to me and
    asked me why I diapered her brother.
    	"He didn't have anything to wear," I said.
    	"What about his Pull-Up?" Melanie asked me.
    	"He wet in it," I told her.
    	"You didn't use the potty?" Melanie asked him in a mildly
    scolding voice while confronting him and making him feel guilty. Tyler
    shook his head.
    	"Did you know when you had to go?" she asked him. This time he
    nodded.
    	"You're supposed to use the potty!" Melanie said sternly. Tyler
    really looked guilty now. He was learning to hate potty training like I
    did and I had a feeling that he would more likely end up like me,
    especially with the influence he was getting from Derek, Steven and me.
    	"So why didn't you use the potty?" Melanie pressed for an answer.
    	"Chris told me to use my Pull-Up, and he said that toilets are
    only for girls," Tyler answered. Shit, I was busted now.
    	"Did you tell him to use his Pull-Up?" Melanie asked me.
    	"Yeah, I did," I confessed.
    	"And did you tell him that toilets are for girls?"
    	"I wouldn't lie to him, now would I?" I said. "I sure wouldn't
    want to teach him any bad habits." Melanie just scowled at me.
    	"You *know* we're trying to get him potty trained!" Melanie said
    sharply, as if to be scolding me.
    	"Yes, and I don't want him to have to go through what I went
    through," I stated.
    	"It doesn't matter what you want, Chris, he's not your brother,
    so it's none of your business how we go about toilet training him!"
    	"It is too my business," I stated firmly.
    	"Excuse me?" Melanie huffed.
    	"It's my mission in life to make sure no other boys have to
    suffer what I suffered," I stated.
    	"Really? Do tell, oh great diaper freak," she said sarcastically.
    	"Certainly," I said. "I just don't understand, why is there such
    a big push to get kids potty trained?" I asked her. "Especially boys."
    	"He's over three and a half, he'll be four in November," Melanie
    said.
    	"Most boys aren't even ready until they're three," I told
    Melanie. I had read enough articles on toilet training in parenting
    magazines to know this.
    	"I was in diapers after I was four."
    	"Why so long?" she asked.
    	"I didn't want to give up my diapers and my parents were forcing
    me to give them up. I hated potty training and my parents made it hell
    for me, and I made it hell for them. I just didn't understand why I
    wasn't supposed to be wearing diapers anymore."
    	"Could it be because-- oh, I don't know-- they were tired of
    having to buy diapers all the time and deal with you always smelling so
    bad? Or maybe they were just tired of changing you and having to look
    after you every time you had to pee or poop instead of counting on you
    to handle these things on your own. Maybe they were embarrassed to talk
    to other parents and explaining that their four-year-old son was still
    in diapers and not using the potty like most other boys his age-- yes,
    boys! Or maybe because they, like most parents, like to see their kids
    grow up and become big boys."
    	"My parents gave me that 'big boy' crap and it didn't work," I
    said, getting increasingly angry at Melanie. "I was never 'ready' to be
    potty trained and they should have realized that."
    	"What did they do to you that was so bad?" Melanie inquired.
    	"Yelled at me, spanked me, shoved dirty diapers in my face, made
    me wash out my dirty training pants, locked me in the bathroom. My dad
    even chained me to the toilet once!"
    	"Well, Chris, you're an extreme case and most boys don't get to
    that point nor do their parents," Melanie said. "You obviously wanted
    to wear diapers then, and you even more obviously wear diapers now, but
    that doesn't mean that other boys should be like you!"
    	"What is wrong with a boy his age wearing diapers?" I asked
    Melanie. I was getting even more irritated now. "Maybe he *is* like me
    and wants to wear diapers, too!"
    	"It's *expected* for kids to use the potty and it's a part of
    growing up, just like learning to walk, learning to talk, learning how
    to brush your teeth!" Melanie said. "Don't you realize that, Chris?!"
    	"Do you also see whole shelves of books in the parenting section
    of the bookstore devoted to brushing teeth?" I argued. "Most parents
    don't have as much trouble teaching these things as they do teaching
    their kids how to use the toilet. You don't hear parents bragging about
    how little Johnny can brush his teeth all by himself. You don't hear of
    parents rewarding their kids for brushing their teeth, do you? Not like
    they do for using the potty!"
    	"Forget it, Chris, you just don't understand," Melanie said.
    	"Okay, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I diapered Tyler. I just got
    carried away."
    	"I should say so," Melanie said. "Between Tyler, you and Derek
    and all those other boys you have recruited into being diaper freaks
    like yourself, you're going to bankrupt the world's cotton supply!"
    	"At least it's getting put to good use," I said.
    	"You're hopeless, Chris, totally hopeless," Melanie said.
    	"So I am," I replied. "This is how the world will remember me,
    Chris Barrett, the one who sabotaged the toilet training efforts of so
    many parents."
    	"Yeah, and it may be too late now for Tyler," Melanie sighed in
    concession. "Yesterday he told me how you were telling him how much you
    like to wear diapers and how nice it is to not have to use the potty,
    and he talks about how Steven and Derek and you are all wearing
    diapers, so much for telling him that big boys don't wear diapers."
    	"My point exactly," I said. "I get tired of hearing all this 'big
    boy' bullshit."
    	"Don't say that word in front of my brother," Melanie snapped at
    me.
    	"All right, bull-POOP!" I said. "Bull poop, bull poop, bull
    poop!"
    	Jennie then stepped in and moderated.
    	"Okay guys, let's settle this," she said as she stepped in
    between us. "Melanie, you have to realize that Chris and my brothers
    all enjoy wearing diapers and there are lots of other boys like them.
    I've met some of them at the diaper club meeting that Chris had a
    couple weeks ago."
    	"Okay, fine, I'm not stopping them from wearing diapers. That's
    their choice. I just don't like the way they're trying to get *my*
    brother to wear diapers, too!"
    	"You have to admit that he's not been easy to toilet train, even
    before he met my brothers," Jennie said, playing devil's advocate to
    Melanie. It seemed that Jennie was taking our side in this issue.
    	"Yeah, but he was just starting to show some promise when he met
    your brothers and Chris. Only because Mom escorted him into the
    bathroom before we came over did he use the potty at all since
    yesterday."
    	"Why does it matter to you if he uses the potty or not?" Jennie
    asked Melanie.
    	"So, are you taking the boys' side?" Melanie asked her.
    	"Well, I do know how much they like to wear diapers, so yeah, I
    guess I am. What's the worst thing that will happen if your brother
    ends up liking to wear diapers?"
    	Melanie paused for a moment. She really didn't have an answer for
    this at first. She then said, "Well, think of what the kids at school
    would say to him. He'd be stinking up the house all the time. I don't
    know if you noticed it, but your brothers have left an odor all over
    your house. There's the laundry, too. I mean, isn't it just easier to
    use the toilet?"
    	"Face it, Melanie, Tyler is going to see Derek and Steven and
    sometimes Chris, too, every time you bring him over," Jennie said. "And
    they will be in diapers. No pants, just diapers so that you will see
    them and Tyler will see them. There's no hiding it from him. He likes
    coming over here, so you can't just leave him home."
    	"He likes coming over here to see Derek and Steven and Chris in
    diapers," Melanie said.
    	"So what if he does end up wanting to wear diapers like them? It
    doesn't bother me, it doesn't bother Chris' sisters, it doesn't bother
    any of his other friends' sisters. You'll get used to it."
    	"I guess I would," Melanie conceded. "I just don't know how I
    would explain to everyone in a few years that I have a ten- or a
    twelve-year-old brother who wears diapers."
    	"You have plenty of support, you won't be the only girl whose
    brother past the age of three or four wears diapers around here,"
    Jennie assured her.
    	"I just wish they'd at least not wear so *many* diapers and at
    least have the decency to wear pants. It's like going around in your
    underwear all the time."
    	Melanie eventually apologized for arguing with me and I forgave
    her. She acknowledged my love for wearing diapers but still didn't
    understand why I enjoyed them so much. We shook hands and left things
    at that.
    	Jennie took Tyler out of the diapers that I put on him, all
    except for one for him to wear on the way back home. He had pooped in
    it anyway, plus he peed in it while Melanie and I were arguing, and
    there was no point taking it off of him now. Melanie then put his
    shorts and shirt on and left. Derek and Steven went back to the
    Nintendo and played some games together.
    	Jennie decided that I could use some babying after getting into
    such a heated argument with Melanie over potty training. Jennie dumped
    out the remainder of the cherry Kool-Aid that was in my bottle as it
    had gotten warm. She filled it with some grape Kool-Aid that they had
    in their fridge. I then sat on her lap and drank from my bottle. While
    she was feeding me she assured me that Melanie wasn't mad at her or me.
    She also assured me that Melanie would come to accept Tyler wearing
    diapers all the time if that was what he chose to do. Jennie had one
    hand on the crotch of my wet diaper while her other hand was holding
    the bottle in my mouth. By my wearing a disposable diaper, Jennie could
    tell that I got a big boner in my diaper from the way she was babying
    me.
    	"You really like being babied, don't you?" Jennie said.
    	"I love it," I said to her. For being eleven years old she knew
    more about boys' feelings than I was expecting. Just as I was getting
    comfortable and relaxed Cindy showed up and told me they were ready to
    go to the fair.
    	"Sorry to interrupt your fun," Cindy apologized when she saw me
    sitting on Jennie's lap sucking on my bottle.
    	"That's okay, he just lives next door and we can do this any
    time," Jennie said with a smile. With this, I got up off her lap and
    went into Derek's bedroom. She handed me my bottle, which was still
    half full.
    	"Where are you going, Chris?" Cindy asked me.
    	"I have to get something in Derek's room," I told her.
    	"Get some satisfaction, that is," I said to myself. I was on the
    verge of coming and I couldn't stop at this point. I lay on the floor
    and closed my eyes, imagining Jennie being a few years older and doing
    more than what she did while she babied me. In thirty seconds I brought
    myself to orgasm and also brought myself to relief of a great deal of
    sexual tension. I couldn't continue to carry this unfulfilled feeling
    around with me at the fair. Being that it took me at least a couple
    minutes to come down off of my sexual high, Cindy was getting impatient
    and she sent Jennie into the room. She looked at me lying on the floor.
    She had a puzzled look on her face, wondering why I would be lying flat
    on my back in order to get something in Derek's room.
    	"Did you find what you were after?" she asked me.
    	"Oh yeah, I did," I said. "Most definitely."

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 98
    ---------------------------

    	I went home from Derek's house and I put my shorts back on. I
    wanted to drink down the rest of my Kool-Aid, but Mom didn't want me to
    be out in public or even be riding in the car while drinking from a
    baby bottle, so I ended up taking the top off and drinking the rest of
    it the "normal" way before we left.
    	"Did you bring any extra diaper changes?" Mom asked me as I got
    in the car.
    	"No, I thought you had some in your purse," I told her.
    	"You ran out, remember?" Mom reminded me. With this, I got back
    out of the car and went back for some more diapers. The garage door was
    still open, so I cut through it on my way back into the house. While
    passing through I quickly glanced over some of the stuff that didn't
    sell at the yard sale. Many of the things that didn't sell were no
    surprise to me to still be sitting there, such as Dad's 8-track player
    and tapes, plus several records. Other things I thought for sure would
    sell, but didn't.
    	I noticed that the potty training books didn't sell, but the
    videos did-- damn! Perhaps the people looked at the potty training
    books, then looked at me, twelve years old and in diapers, and
    concluded that these books were no good. I picked one of them up and
    thumbed through it. The title was "Potty Training Boys, for Desperate
    Parents", very appropriate book title, I must say. It showed several
    photos of a little boy. At the beginning he was shown wearing
    wonderfully thick diapers. Sadly, he was sitting on the toilet and
    smiling in the last picture. The book was copyrighted 1982 with its
    first edition having been run in 1979, back when most baby/toddler
    disposable diapers were thicker (and thus better). The photos were
    probably taken before 1982, before the advent of the "ultra-thin"
    disposable diaper (boo!!!). It also showed the boy in cloth diapers,
    which were recommended as a way to encourage kids to realize that they
    are wet and messy and will therefore have an incentive to use the
    potty. Reading this passage, I busted out in laughter.
    	I didn't mean to dawdle, but I was getting engrossed in this
    book. I figured since Dad hadn't come out yet there was no need to
    hurry. He was taking a shower and cleaning up after working in his shop
    all day. I then leafed to the back of the book and noticed that there
    was a "potty training log" which had been filled in. The column
    headings were: date, time, potty (Y/N), diaper on (Y/N), accident
    (Y/N), urine, bowel, and comments. I just happened to turn to the page
    with dates from November 3, 1984, exactly five years before I was first
    put into diapers for good after my-- err, uhh, ahem-- toilet training.
    A sampling of the entries looked like this:

    DATE     TIME  POTTY DIAPER   ACCIDENT URINE BOWEL COMMENTS
                   (Y/N) ON (Y/N) (Y/N/NA)

    11/3/84  8:00  N     Y        NA       Y     Y     Woke up
                                                       wet &
                                                       poopy

    11/3/84  10:30 N     Y        NA       Y     N     Refused
                                                       potty,
                                                       put up
                                                       fuss

    11/3/84  1:00  N     Y        NA       Y     Y     Threw
                                                       toys &
                                                       cried
                                                       when
                                                       reminded

    11/3/84  3:45  Y     Y        N        Y     N     Daddy
                                                       dragged
                                                       Chris to
                                                       toilet,
                                                       had to
                                                       hold him
                                                       down

    11/3/84  5:45  N     N        NA       Y     Y     Pouted,
                                                       said "I
                                                       hate the
                                                       potty!"
                                                       ARGH!!!!

    	Reading these entries really made me smile and chuckle with
    delight, especially where mom wrote "ARGH!!!!" The last entry for this
    day seemed eerily prophetic, considering the date. It read: Will Chris
    be wearing diapers five years from now?!!
    	I glanced at the comments that were written on some of the
    following days. Many of them were "negative", including one that simply
    said nothing more than "$*#@*%!!!" It was obvious that mom's enthusiasm
    was waning as the comments were getting shorter, more sloppily written
    and degrading to an unintelligible scribble, and eventually no comments
    were written at all.
    	Dad then came out into the garage and asked me what I was doing.
    I set the book down and told Dad that I was looking at the stuff that
    didn't sell.
    	"It's all going to Goodwill next Tuesday, son," Dad said firmly.
    "So if there's anything you want to keep, too bad, that's why we're
    getting rid of it in the first place."
    	I wanted those potty training books! Monday was Labor Day, so I
    had an extra day to sneak them out before Mom and Dad packed them up.
    It wasn't that I agreed with anything the books said, but I figured
    they'd be good for reference. It would be kind of like having a satanic
    bible of sorts, advocating the opposite of what I believed. I wanted to
    have my potty training log, too. Tony and the rest of the boys would
    love reading it!
    	"Where are you going, Chris?" Dad asked me as I went into the
    house.
    	"Getting some diapers," I said.
    	"Hurry up, we're all waiting on you," Dad told me. Odd that he
    said this, since it was he who was holding the rest of us up to begin
    with. With three diapers in hand I sat down in the back seat next to
    Cindy.
    	"Took you long enough," Cindy said to me.
    	"I sort of got sidetracked," I explained.
    	"You were looking through the stuff that didn't sell, weren't
    you?" Mom said. I nodded as she looked at me in the rearview mirror.
    	"I told him it's all going away," my Dad said.
    	"Did you get your diapers, Chris?" Mom asked me.
    	"Yes, Mom, I did," I told her. Cindy looked at the three diapers
    that I was holding.
    	"What did you bring three diapers for?" Cindy asked. "We're not
    going on any rides or anything, and we're not really staying that
    long."
    	"Just in case," I said to her.
    	All the way to the fair I thought about those potty training
    books sitting in the garage, waiting to be hauled off to Goodwill. I
    wasn't going to let that happen. As soon as we were back home I would
    rescue the books and sneak them into my room. What good were they to
    other parents, anyway? The potty training log had been filled in on one
    of them, for one thing. It may have been good entertainment for another
    reader, if anything.
    	"How much did I make?" I asked Mom.
    	"Your stuff brought in about fifty dollars," Mom said.
    	"Wow, that's pretty good," I said. "Do you have it with you?"
    	"No, it's at home. I'll count it out and give it to you later,"
    Mom said.
    	We got to the fairgrounds again and met up with Aunt Sharon and
    Uncle Allen along with cousin Suzy. She looked at my shorts and could
    see my thick diaper bulging through. It was also sticking up well above
    my shorts. In the middle of the crowd she said, "I see your diaper
    showing!"
    	"Now Suzy, don't go saying that in front of everyone," her mother
    told her.
    	"Gee, Mom, it's not like you can't see it plain as day," Suzy
    said. She lifted my shirt just to show her mom how much of my diaper
    showed.
    	"Well, it's impolite," Aunt Sharon told Suzy. "And don't lift his
    shirt like that."
    	"Sorry, Mom," Suzy said.
    	"It's okay, Aunt Sharon," I told her.
    	We started by getting some big drinks and then going through the
    4-H exhibits, followed by the quilts and other crafts, which mostly
    interested the women. Big yawnfest for us boys and men. With this,
    Uncle Allen, Dad and I branched off to look at the tractors and the
    animals. This was okay, but I was really wanting to go play some games
    and go on the rides again. We later met back up at the photography
    exhibit, which I enjoyed. Every now and then I'd see a picture that
    showed a little boy dressed in just diapers. Cindy and Suzy were not
    surprised to see that I stared at these pictures the longest.
    	"We should enter some of your pictures, Chris," Cindy
    recommended.
    	"He doesn't have very many that don't show him in just his
    diapers," Mom said.
    	"I know," Cindy said. "That's the idea!"
    	"I doubt they'd accept it," Aunt Sharon said.
    	We continued looking through the pictures. I noticed that some of
    them had been entered by Aaron's father in the professional division.
    Likewise, Diane, Aaron's sister, had a few entries of her own in the
    teen photography exhibit, some with blue ribbons. I was hoping to see a
    picture of Aaron in his diapers, but I knew the fair would now allow
    anything like this. If only people knew what Diane really liked taking
    pictures of.
    	The adults could tell that we kids were getting restless and were
    wanting to have some real fun, so they decided to let us go to the
    carnival for an hour, this in spite of their telling us otherwise. We
    started to walk off when my Mom told us to hold on. She reached into
    her purse and pulled out two of my diapers and gave them to Cindy.
    	"Better have a couple of these on hand," Mom said. Since Cindy
    didn't want anyone to get the impression that the diapers were hers,
    she said, "I don't know if my BROTHER'S diapers will fit in my purse."
    	Cindy tried to cram one of the diapers into her small purse,
    which was already full of chewing gum, makeup, a couple of tampons and
    God knows what else. The diaper certainly wouldn't fit in her purse.
    Suzy then ran over to one of the nearby vendor booths who provided
    plastic bags (with their logo, of course) for people to carry stuff
    around in.
    	"Here, Chris, you can carry your diapers in this!" she said. I
    held the bag open while Cindy dropped the diaper in it.
    	"Here's YOUR diaper, Chris," Cindy said, again letting passersby
    know that the diapers were definitely mine and not hers. Mom handed me
    the other diaper she got out as well as the third diaper that was still
    in her purse. The diapers nearly filled the bag.
    	We walked around the carnival and played a couple of games that I
    didn't get to play yesterday. I spent a great deal of my time butt-
    watching and examining boys' behinds in hopes of seeing one in diapers.
    Some were possibilities, but I didn't see any confirmed diaper wearers
    who were past the age of four. We had played four games each and only
    had a couple of things to account for it, so we decided to go on a
    couple rides.
    	We still had over a half hour, which was time for at least a
    couple rides. Cindy wasn't much for wild, fast rides, so we went on the
    Ferris wheel, then the bumper cars, and then we took another trip
    through the fun house. When we got to the mirrors I got both Cindy's
    and Suzy's attention.
    	"Hey, check this out!" I said to them. I quickly pulled down my
    shorts and stood before the mirror that elongated the appearance of my
    middle section and thus my diaper.
    	"See how big my diaper is?" I said to them.
    	"Pull your shorts up, Chris! Now!" Cindy told me.
    	I momentarily ignored her and I turned around and did the same
    thing with my butt. Suzy thought it was funny seeing my diaper looking
    like it was three feet high, but Cindy was embarrassed.
    	"Chris, someone's going to come up here!" she said. "I can't
    believe you did that!"
    	"I did it last night," I said. "Tony did it, too."
    	"You guys," she said with a sigh. "The attendant's gonna come
    kick us out if you don't stop that!"
    	"What's he care?" I said. "We paid our admission."
    	Cindy groaned. I was still having fun ignoring Cindy and
    embarrassing her more. I started to pull down the front of my diaper as
    if to suggest that I was going to stand before the mirror naked with my
    dick hanging out.
    	"And now, for what I call 'wishful thinking,'" I said with a
    chuckle.
    	"Chris!" Cindy warned me sternly.
    	"Wanna see a foot-long?" I asked as I pulled down farther on my
    diaper as far as the tight, strong tapes would allow me to without
    tearing the diaper. Suzy laughed at this, but Cindy was ready to kill
    me at this point. With as high as the diaper went over my stomach there
    was no way for me to have actually got it down far enough to expose my
    dick, so Cindy really had nothing to worry about. Two boys then
    appeared in the mirror room while I still had my shorts down. They
    could see that I had a diaper on before I reached for my shorts and
    pulled them back up.
    	"You're not my brother, Chris," Cindy said, burying her face in
    her hands.
    	"Makes up for all the times you embarrassed me for wearing
    diapers," I said to Cindy. "Like they say, fight fire with fire."
    	We finished going through the fun house. By this time I had wet
    and pooped in my diaper and I was in need of a diaper change. The girls
    could smell it. My poop was very runny and messy, almost diarrhea-like.
    Being that we all had large sodas, the girls were in need of a visit to
    the bathroom themselves. As we walked towards the bathroom Cindy told
    me to wait outside for her and Suzy.
    	"Uhh, aren't you going to change me?" I asked Cindy. I expected
    her to escort me into the restroom with her like she usually did
    whenever we were out in public.
    	"Yes, but we girls have to take care of ourselves first, so just
    wait here for now," she said. "For one thing, you have a diaper on,
    Chris, so you can wait; we can't."
    	While I stood outside the restroom I watched men and boys of all
    ages going into and coming out of the men's restroom. Each one of those
    boys was potty trained and robbed of his diaper-wearing pleasure, I
    thought angrily to myself with a sigh. On the other hand, some may have
    been going in there to change their own diapers or those of another boy
    who was with them. A lot of boys were carrying bags with them, but most
    of them were probably hauling around prizes and shit they won at the
    carnival, so it was hard to tell.
    	The girls came out a couple minutes later. Cindy was about to
    take me in there when Suzy asked, "can I change his diaper?"
    	"You want to change Chris?" Cindy asked her.
    	"Yeah," she said, sounding excited to have the opportunity.
    	"If you don't mind the smell, he's yours," Cindy told her,
    warning her about the stench of my dirty diapers.
    	"I babysit, remember?" Suzy reminded Cindy, affirming her
    qualifications for handling smelly diapers. "I'm used to changing poopy
    diapers. Remember that boy I was telling you about earlier this
    summer?"
    	"Yeah, you said he was four and a half," Cindy said. I remembered
    Suzy talking about him and I was curious if he was still wearing
    diapers, so of course I asked Suzy.
    	"Definitely," she said. Much to my relief, he was not toilet
    trained. "His parents bought him some Thickies, the cloth kind. He
    loves them!"
    	"So, no potty training is likely for him anytime soon?" I asked
    her.
    	"Nope," Suzy replied firmly while shaking her head, knowing that
    this was the answer that I would enjoy hearing. "No way, no how."
    	"Yeah!" I thought to myself.
    	"Any chance that I could come out to your house sometime and
    visit him?" I asked Suzy.
    	"Well, if you wanted to come out some weekend, perhaps," Suzy
    said. "After school starts I'll still get to babysit him on Saturdays.
    I'll ask my parents about it."
    	"Okay," I said.
    	"We're running late," Cindy said as she looked at her watch.
    "I'll go meet up with our parents and let them know you guys are
    coming."
    	With this, Cindy headed over to the water fountain where we
    agreed to meet with our parents. Suzy then took me into the women's
    restroom. As expected, my presence drew stares from the girls and women
    who were not expecting to see a boy in the women's restroom. Suzy led
    me by the hand past them, ignoring them as they wondered why a girl a
    year younger than me was taking a nearly teenage boy into one of the
    stalls with her. No doubt these people had their suspicions, but all
    she was going to do was change my diaper. She pulled my shorts down for
    me and told me to lie down on the floor.
    	"It's a mess in there, let me warn you," I told Suzy as she
    started picking at the strong adhesive of the tapes.
    	"Nothing this veteran diaper changer can't handle," Suzy
    confidently told me.
    	"I have a bigger butt than that five year old," I said to Suzy to
    help ease my nervousness. She laughed.
    	"Bigger butt, bigger poops, makes sense to me," she said as she
    removed the diaper and exposed the brown foul-smelling contents.
    	"Oooh, is my boy a messy, smelly boy today or what?" she said in
    a cutesy sort of voice. "That's what I say to James, the boy I
    babysit," Suzy explained to me.
    	"I don't mind," I said. I was starting to get aroused as Suzy
    cleaned me up, causing my already hard dick to get even harder. I had
    to admit that Suzy was a cute, good-looking girl who enjoyed changing
    my diapers as much as Jennie did, but I had to remind myself that she
    was my cousin, first cousin at that.
    	"This is more poop than I'm used to," Suzy acknowledged. "But it
    prepares me for changing James when he gets to be your age, and size."
    	I had to wonder what Suzy had in mind when she said the word
    "size" the way she did. I asked Suzy if she thought she'd still be
    changing his diapers eight years from now.
    	"If he's still around and he wants me to do it, sure," Suzy said.
    She got my balls and butt cleaned and she put one of the clean diapers
    on me. While I'm sure she didn't do it intentionally, I enjoyed the way
    her hand felt as she secured the tapes on my diaper and ran her hand
    across the front of it to ensure that it was a good, tight fit. I stood
    up and put my shorts back on. We left the stall at the same time so
    that someone wouldn't come into it, thinking that after one person
    exited that the stall would be empty.
    	Suzy was about to throw away my diaper, but then I told her to
    give it to me. She had a puzzled look on her face.
    	"What for? You plan to keep it for a souvenir or something?" she
    joked as she handed it to me.
    	"No, I want to throw it away in the men's room," I told her as
    she started washing her hands.
    	"Okay," she said, not sounding sure of why I would do this. While
    she washed her hands I left the women's restroom and went into the
    men's room to toss the diaper into the garbage over there. After I
    tossed it in there I said, "oh shit!" I then started sifting through
    the garbage, acting like I had accidentally thrown my comb away.
    Actually, I was wanting to see if anyone else had disposed of any
    diapers. I came across a couple of diapers that appeared to have been
    worn by older boys and at least one that had to have been an adult
    diaper.
    	"Dammit, where's my comb?" I asked, feigning panic and concern
    for finding my comb. I managed to find a couple more used diapers,
    including one Thickies.
    	"In your pocket, dumbass," one kid said while he saw me bent over
    and sifting through the garbage. My butt was sticking out and my comb
    was showing through my back pocket, being pushed outward by my thick,
    freshly changed diaper. Of course my diaper was showing, too as it
    always did.
    	"Uhh, thanks," I said as I acted in embarrassment upon feigning
    the realization that my comb was in my pocket the whole time. I really
    was embarrassed, though, especially when the kid said, "what are you
    doing in a bathroom anyway, diaper boy?"
    	"You ought to try them sometime," I yelled to him as he exited. I
    washed my hands and then met Suzy outside.
    	"Why did you go in the men's room to throw away your diaper?"
    Suzy asked me.
    	"Because I didn't want anyone in the women's room to see it and
    think that a girl wore it," I explained to her.
    	"That sounds like something you'd do, Chris," she said while
    smiling at me. We then headed over to the fountain where everyone was
    waiting for us.
    	"That must have been some messy diaper change for as long as you
    two were gone!" Cindy remarked.
    	"It was," Suzy remarked.
    	"She's used to it," Aunt Sharon commented to my mother. "She
    babysits a boy who wears diapers. He's almost five."
    	"Really?" my Mom said.
    	"Yep, and he wears diapers for the same reason Chris wears them,"
    Aunt Sharon added. "He just flat-out refused to toilet train."
    	"God, how I wish we had come to our senses and just left Chris in
    diapers!" my Mom exclaimed with a sigh.
    	"Same here," I thought to myself, wishing my parents had not
    pushed toilet training so much on me and blemished what could have been
    a toilet-free record for me.
    	"We just didn't think Chris would be so damn difficult to toilet
    train," My Mom said, and she didn't say "damn" very often, either.
    After having read part of my potty training log, her reasons to use
    this word were well-justified.
    	"I'm starting to wonder if boys like Chris are not that uncommon,
    boys who would rather wear diapers."
    	"Whatever it is, it must be a boys' thing," Aunt Sharon
    commented. "All we had to worry about as far as potty training's
    concerned was Suzy, and she was out of diapers long before Chris was,
    and she's a year younger, too. Didn't put up a fuss or nothing."
    	"Thanks for reminding me, sis," my mother told Aunt Sharon,
    recounting all the times she bragged about Suzy's successful toilet
    training compared to what my mother went through with me. Suzy smiled
    at her mother and then at me. Cindy also smiled, both of them agreeing
    that their early toilet training record was attributed to their being
    girls.
    	"Everybody hungry?" my Dad asked. A round of "yeah!"'s from us
    kids followed.
    	"Let's go eat!" he said as he led us over to the food booths.
    	"I could sure go for a foot long," Uncle Allen remarked. He loved
    hot dogs.
    	"You can get foot-longs at the fun house," I said. Both Suzy and
    I giggled together.
    	"Chris!" Cindy interjected.
    	"Buns, too, I might add," I said as I pointed to my butt. Suzy
    and I laughed some more.
    	"Enough, Chris," Cindy said sternly, lowering her voice.
    	"What are you talking about, Chris?" Mom asked me.
    	"Nothing, Mom, never mind," Cindy intercepted. Mom just shrugged
    and said, "whatever."
    	"If I work at it, I bet I could get you some mayonnaise, too," I
    quipped. Cindy just groaned and gave me a dirty look.
    	"Thanks, I just lost my appetite," she said.
    	Since everyone wanted a different kind of food from different
    food booths, we all split off and got our orders. We then agreed to
    meet at a common seating area covered by a tent to keep us out of the
    sun. I went to a Mexican food stand and ordered two beef and bean
    burritos and a side of refried beans, which had become one of my fair
    food favorites. I got a 32-ounce drink, too. The burritos were quite
    big and I got my money's worth.
    	We gathered at the table and sat down with our food. Cindy looked
    at what I had ordered and said, "he got his burritos again, of course!
    Just one more way for you to stink up your diapers!"
    	Suzy and I both laughed as Cindy mentioned this.
    	"It's nothing that you're not already used to smelling," I told
    Cindy.
    	"Yeah, but only when I'm changing your diapers. I don't want to
    smell your farts all the way home again!"
    	"Just eat, kids," Mom said to Cindy and me. I laughed as I
    thought about how much my burrito-induced farts stunk up the car on the
    way home from the fair last year.
    	Before our family parted ways with Aunt Sharon and Uncle Allen,
    Suzy asked them if I could come out to their place some weekend.
    	"I don't see why not," Aunt Sharon said. "But what does Chris
    want to come out for?"
    	"He wants to meet James," Suzy said.
    	"James will be having his fifth birthday soon," Aunt Sharon said.
    "Maybe you could invite Chris out for that."
    	I thought this sounded good and I hoped that I could go to James'
    birthday party. I asked Mom if I could visit cousin Suzy at that time
    for this reason. Mom didn't seem to mind, so I had this to look forward
    to.
    	We then left the fair and headed for home. I had several good
    things on my mind. I thought about getting my potty training books out
    of the garage and into my bedroom. I also looked forward to Tony and me
    going over to Luke's house to deliver some diapers to him. As we left
    the parking lot I let out the first of my burrito farts. I was sitting
    with my legs spread apart and my diaper showing through the leg
    openings. This helped to give my farting the maximum aural and
    olfactory effects. Cindy rolled her window down as soon as the stink
    wafted into her face.
    	"Here we go again," she groaned as a second butt blast penetrated
    my thick diaper.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 99
    ---------------------------

    	It was about 7:30 by the time I got home from the fair, about the
    time I was expecting. Even though I was tired, I was still looking
    forward to going over to Tony's house, and then to Luke's and Nathan's
    house. There was competition among my parents and Cindy as to who would
    get to use the bathroom first, and Cindy was the first to make it. Mom
    used the toilet off of the master bedroom. Dad settled this matter by
    going out behind the garage to take a leak as he's been known to do.
    Luckily for me, I didn't have to worry about where I was going to go to
    the bathroom. I did it right in front of Lisa while I removed my shorts
    and revealed my soaked diaper. Lisa had just gotten home from work and
    she was sitting down by the TV.
    	"How was the fair?" she asked me.
    	"Fine," I said. "We still got to go to the carnival. Suzy also
    changed my diaper."
    	"That's nice," Lisa said in a weary voice. "Did she say anything
    about that boy she's babysitting?"
    	"Oh yeah, he's wearing Thickies, and he's not about to be toilet
    trained any time soon!" I said gleefully.
    	"You can't take any credit for it, though," Lisa said, referring
    to my recent influences on Derek, Steven, and Tyler, in addition to
    several other boys whom I have encouraged to wear diapers. Lisa looked
    at my butt as I bent over to take off my shows and socks. She could
    tell that I was in need of a diaper change.
    	"Get your butt in your room and I'll come change you," she said.
    I was surprised that she was offering to change my diaper after it
    seemed that she had drifted away from carrying out this task.
    	"You're going to change me?" I asked her, sounding somewhat
    surprised.
    	"Sure," she said. "I kinda miss it."
    	I had to agree that things seemed different lately by having
    Cindy do most of my diaper changes lately, so I always welcomed Lisa to
    do it when she felt like it. I went into my room and waited for Lisa to
    come in behind me. I lay down on my changing pad and she brought out
    the cleaning supplies.
    	"How was your day?" I asked Lisa as she began to remove my
    disposable diaper.
    	"Shitty," she complained.
    	"Shitty, like my diaper?" I said as Lisa released the last tape
    and exposed the pile of poop.
    	"At least, and your diapers are usually pretty shitty," Lisa
    said. "Like they are now."
    	"What happened?" I asked her.
    	"Everything," she sighed. "You'd think ordering a pizza wouldn't
    be so difficult, but some people seem to have a problem with this," she
    said in an exasperated tone.
    	"And I'd personally like to strangle whoever came up with the
    idea of coupons," she groaned.
    	"I call them poop-ons," I said.
    	"I think somebody ought to poop on the guy who invented coupons,"
    Lisa said. It sounded like a verse out of Dr. Seuss, but it wasn't.
    	"It won't be me pooping on him," I said. "I've got a diaper on!"
    	"Gee, really? I always wondered what those thick, white
    underpants you wear were called," Lisa said sarcastically "They should
    call your diapers poop-INS. You've put plenty of poop in this one, as
    usual."
    	While Lisa wiped my butthole clean I let out an airy, silent,
    gassy fart, blowing my flatus right onto her hand.
    	"You had burritos again, didn't you?" Lisa said as she fanned my
    fart fumes away from her face. Funny how the smell of my poop didn't
    seem to bother her so much as the smell of my farts.
    	"How'd you guess?" I asked her.
    	"You always have them, and then you share it with the everyone on
    the way home," she remarked. She then got my cloth diapers ready. She
    was able to keep her diapering skills honed pretty well. I was assured
    of this by looking at the big, tall stack of cloth diapers that she
    brought out.
    	"Looks like I'd better make sure your farts are muted well," Lisa
    said. With this she proceeded to pin me up in a very thick bunch of
    diapers. She even pinned my shirt to my diapers, proving she hadn't
    forgotten how to make a diaper change more fun for both of us. How nice
    it felt to be back in my cloth diapers after being in disposables all
    day long. She put my plastic pants on and patted me on the butt upon
    completing my diaper change. It was nice for Lisa and I to get back to
    old times, although I still had a feeling she wouldn't be diapering me
    for very much longer.
    	After Lisa diapered me I called Tony to confirm tonight's plans.
    Mom asked me if I was still going to Tony's house.
    	"Oh yeah, of course I'm going," I said.
    	"Better be leaving soon, it's starting to get dark earlier now,"
    Mom said.
    	"Hold it!" Lisa said as she scooted her large hips into my path,
    stopping me. "You have another little matter to settle first." Now I
    figured out why she was so willing to change my diapers. She was
    buttering me up to clean the back seat of her car.
    	"What was that?" I asked her, pretending like I had forgotten.
    	"Oh come on, Chris, don't play games, you know what you agreed
    upon."
    	"Cleaning your car's back seat, right?" I sighed, feeling too
    tired to do it.
    	"Yes," Lisa said slowly while nodding. She was leaning against
    the wall, propping herself up with her hand.
    	"Lisa, he needs to get going," my Mom said.
    	"But Mom, he agreed to clean my car's back seat after changing
    Tony's diaper back there last night."
    	"He can do it tomorrow."
    	"That's what he said yesterday," Lisa groaned.
    	"Well, tomorrow is now today," I said. As long as I keep saying
    tomorrow, I'll never have to do it, right?" I smiled at Lisa, who did
    not reciprocate.
    	"Put it this way, I'm not driving it to school until it's washed,
    and I'm not about to ride the bus."
    	"Lisa, we'll deal with it later, Chris needs to leave."
    	"Okay," she moaned as she went into the kitchen.
    	I went back in my room and packed my bag full of diapers for Luke
    to wear. He already had the plastic pants that I let him borrow this
    afternoon, so I left these behind. Even for as many diapers as usually
    took with me when staying at Tony's house, Mom noticed that my bag
    looked fuller than usual for a one-night sleepover.
    	"You're only planning to be gone one night, I hope," Mom said.
    	"Yeah, why?" I asked her.
    	"You've got a lot of stuff in that bag of yours," Mom answered.
    	"Tony said he wanted to try wearing cloth diapers tonight," I
    explained, thinking quickly. Mom accepted this as a reasonable
    explanation and told me to be good as I left the house. I went out to
    the side of the house and retrieved my bike. While I was there I
    decided to sneak into the garage to grab the potty training books. It
    wasn't going to be that easy, though. Dad was sitting on the back patio
    drinking a beer and watching a football game on TV, being that the
    season had just begun. Whoopee, here we go again.
    	Dad was facing the other way and he was distracted enough by the
    game that I didn't think he would notice me. I got down on my hands and
    knees, seeing that the barbecue was in dad's view and it would help to
    conceal me. Just before I made it into the garage, I heard a Derek's
    voice behind me.
    	"Nice butt!" he said. No doubt that he was getting a nice look at
    my diapered butt for the position that I was in and there was no doubt
    that he was enjoying it. He had plenty of times to admire my diapered
    butt, though, and now was not the time.
    	"Shhh!" I said to Derek as I turned around and looked at him. He
    was in thick diapers, of course. He got my Dad's attention.
    	"I'm not here!" I whispered to Derek. He nodded and said "okay."
    	"Hi Mr. Barrett," Derek said to my Dad.
    	"Hello, Derek," my dad said back to him. "Looking for Chris, I
    assume?"
    	"I'm not here!" I whispered again. He started to turn his head.
    "And don't look at me!"
    	"Uh yeah, is he around?" Derek asked.
    	"No, he went to spend the night at Tony's," my father replied.
    	"Oh, okay," he said. He then turned around. In the meantime I had
    gone into the garage, I said "psst!" as he waddled past the opened
    doorway.
    	"What are you doing?" Derek whispered.
    	"Getting some stuff," I replied. "My parents are hauling it all
    off and I want to get some of it before they take it away."
    	"Oh, okay," Derek said. "I was hoping you'd come over and play
    Nintendo with me," he said.
    	"Tomorrow night, I promise," I told him. "I'm spending the night
    at Tony's house."
    	"Can I come with you?" he asked me. I thought about it for a
    moment and then figured, why not. I'd have to call Tony again and ask
    him if Derek could tag along with us tonight.
    	"Well, you'd better talk to your Mom," I told him while I picked
    up the books. I started to lift my shirt so that I could tuck the books
    underneath it, only to realize that this wasn't going to happen. As I
    pulled up on my shirt I felt the very dense grouping of diaper pins
    hold my shirt in its place.
    	"Shit!" I whispered. I then looked at Derek to see if he could
    sneak the books out with him, but he, too, had his shirttail virtually
    sealed to his diapers by all the pins that Jennie stuck into his
    diapers. We had no choice but to carry them out of the garage out in
    the open. I handed Derek the books and told him to take them over to
    his house and I would then catch up with him.
    	"Stay low," I told him. Very slowly, I closed the back door of
    the garage and then kept low as I went back around to the other side of
    the house. Safe at last, I picked up my bag and then walked my bike
    over to Derek's house. I took the bag inside with me. Derek had left
    the books on the coffee table, which I then put into my bag. Derek then
    asked his Mom if he could go with me and stay with Tony for the night.
    She had her reservations at first.
    	"He'll be with me the whole time, Mrs. Brooks," I assured his
    mother. "I'll make sure he's safe."
    	"I don't really know who Tony is," she said.
    	"I've known him since the first day of kindergarten," I replied.
    "That's seven years, almost four of them in diapers."
    	"How far are you boys riding?" she asked me. I told her where
    Tony lived, which she thought was a little far for Derek to ride,
    especially as it was about to get dark fairly soon.
    	"We'll ride real fast and get there before it gets dark, huh,
    Chris?" Derek said.
    	"I doubt you can pedal very fast in those thick diapers," Derek's
    mother said as she patted him on the behind. "Are you planning to put
    anything on over them?"
    	"Nope, just diapers!" he said while patting his own butt.
    	"I do it all the time," I told Derek's mother. "Besides, since
    it's getting dusk, our diapered butts will make it easier for people to
    see us." Derek and Jennie both laughed. Derek's mother stood there for
    a moment and then said, "okay, as long as Tony's mother says it's okay,
    then you can go."
    	"YEAH!!!" Derek cheered. He and I exchanged a high-five. I called
    Tony to explain to him what was going on and that I still hadn't left
    yet. His mother said that Derek could also come over and had no
    reservations about letting Tony have two sleepover guests.
    	"Just one more BUTT for me to diaper!" I heard Kara exclaim
    loudly in the background.
    	"You'd better take a change of diapers," Derek's mother told him.
    She quickly grabbed a plastic grocery bag and told him to load it up
    with enough diapers to last him until tomorrow.
    	"Can I have another bag?" Derek asked, implying that he wanted to
    take more diapers with him.
    	"One bag will be plenty of diapers for you, Derek," his mother
    said. "Besides, you don't always have to wear them quite as thickly as
    your sister puts them on you."
    	"I know, but I like them thick," Derek said with a smile. We went
    to his room and I helped him stuff his bag full of diapers. I added a
    few more diapers to my own bag since I had room in there for them. He
    had an ample supply for the night, and he had just been changed
    according to Jennie, so he was good to go for awhile.
    	"Better hurry, boys, the sun's not going to wait for you,"
    Derek's mother said. She then offered to drive us to Tony's house
    instead. Thinking that we would need our bikes to go to Luke's and
    Nathan's house, I declined the offer, but thanked Mrs. Brooks anyway.
    	"Be careful, boys, drivers don't see you as easily as you see
    them, even with your diapers serving as butt beacons," she quipped.
    	"Call me when you get there," she told Derek as she kissed him
    goodbye and, like my mother always said to me, she told him to be good.
    	At last we were on our way over to Tony's house. On the way over
    we saw a few kids were still out playing in the streets, taking in the
    final few moments of daylight on one of the last summer evenings before
    school started next week. Derek didn't seem to mind that he was outside
    in his diapers where others could see him. People stared at us, and
    some of the girls said, "you're too old for diapers!"
    	"No we're not!" Derek shouted back. "We're just boys!"
    	Derek followed close behind as I led the way to Tony's house. I
    stood up on my pedals with my butt off of the seat. While in motion
    with my butt up in the air I took another big dump in my diapers.
    	"Now you can tell me that I have a nice butt!" I said to Derek,
    making him laugh.
    	A few minutes later we got to Tony's house. By then it was almost
    too dark to see where we were riding. Tony's mother answered the door
    and invited us in. I introduced Derek to Tony's mother. She looked
    rather tired.
    	"Looks like you brought enough diapers to last you awhile," she
    commented to Derek.
    	"Just for a couple diaper changes," he said. "I like to wear a
    LOT of diapers!"
    	"That's about like what Chris likes to wear," Tony's mother
    commented as she examined the bag that Derek was toting. "Looks like
    you brought along a few extras yourself, Chris," she added, noting that
    my bag was packed as full as it could get. I just nodded and smiled,
    since I didn't think she knew what Tony and I were planning to do
    tonight.
    	"Where's Tony?" I asked.
    	"In his room with Kara, getting his diaper changed," she said. I
    led Derek back to Tony's room. The door wasn't even closed. Derek and I
    both walked in and saw Tony lying on his bed with his dick sticking up
    as Kara was busy wiping his poopy bottom clean.
    	"Hello," I said as Derek and I both came into the room.
    	"I see you found another one," Kara remarked while she looked at
    Derek in his bulging diapers.
    	"Found another what?" Derek asked.
    	"Another boy who likes to wear diapers," she said.
    	"I love to wear diapers!" Derek said.
    	"I can see that," Kara said. "You take after Chris."
    	"I gotta go call my Mom," Derek said. By this time Kara was
    finished diapering Tony for the night. She then escorted Derek out of
    Tony's room and into the kitchen where she let him use the telephone.
    In the meantime I showed Tony my potty training log that I successfully
    rescued from the pile. He thought it was funny reading all of my mom's
    comments that showed how exasperated she was with potty training me.
    	"Check this out!" I said. "I showed him the entry that read,
    "will Chris still be in diapers five years from now?" Tony chuckled,
    but he wasn't paying attention to the date.
    	"Look at this, November third!" I pointed out. "That was
    *exactly* five years before the day I got put into diapers! Now, is
    that strange or what?"
    	Tony then broke into a bad rendition of the theme to the
    "Twilight Zone." Derek returned to the room and he joined us in looking
    at my potty training log. We all huddled around lying on our stomachs
    on Tony's bed. Derek and I lay next to each other facing one way while
    Tony lay the other way. We held the book sideways so we could all read
    it. Every now and then my butt would let out another toot from the
    burritos I had earlier.
    	"That's the third fart you've cut in the last two minutes," Tony
    said. I then let out another one.
    	"Make that four," I told him. "I had two big burritos and some
    refried beans at the fair."
    	"I'm surprised your farts even get through all those diapers,"
    Tony said. "I can even smell them."
    	"Looks like you need more diapers!" Derek said as he slapped my
    diapered rump a couple times. Derek then cut a fart, too.
    	"So do you," I said, reciprocating by slapping him on the butt a
    couple times. Derek then made farting noises with his mouth and rolled
    onto his back with his legs spread apart, showing Tony and me the wide
    diapers in his crotch. He then went into a routine trying to imitate
    his sister's voice.
    	"Uh oh! Mom! Derek keeps farting and I can smell them, so I
    should put more diapers on him, huh?"
    	"You brought plenty, that's for sure," I said to Derek.
    	"Hey Tony, it's your turn to fart!" Derek said. Tony tried to
    push one out, but instead, he released a small amount of poop.
    	"Why fart when you can poop?" Tony said as he sat himself back
    up, leaning back on his arms. I could see his hard dick just barely
    making its presence known by the small tent on the front of his diaper.
    I was hard, too, but of course it was well hidden in my thick diapers.
    After a couple more minutes I glanced up at Tony's clock radio. It said
    8:59.
    	"Are we going to Luke's and Nathan's house?" I asked Tony.
    	"Yeah, we'll be going in a little bit," Tony said. "I called them
    and let them know we were still coming."
    	It hadn't occurred to me until this point, but I realized that we
    would have to be able to sneak out without Tony's Mom noticing that we
    were gone. I asked Tony about this.
    	"We'll just wait until she goes to bed," Tony said. She's tired
    and said she'd be going to bed early tonight.
    	"Great!" I said.
    	"She told me to tell you all to keep quiet."
    	"Well, if we're not even here, then that shouldn't be a problem,
    now should it?" I said.
    	A moment later Kara came into the room. Seeing that the three of
    us were on the bed together looking at my potty training log, she was
    curious what we were all looking at.
    	"Are you looking at a girlie mag?" she asked us.
    	"No," Tony said. "How do you know what a girlie mag is anyway?"
    	"A boy brought one to school and showed it to me," Kara said.
    	"Why would he show it to you?" Tony asked.
    	"Because he had a crush on me and said he hoped that's what I
    would look like when I was older," Kara replied. "He got in trouble
    later on because I told on him."
    	"I wish we had some BOY-ee magazines!" Derek said. "I wish we had
    a magazine that showed pictures of boys in diapers!"
    	"The D.B.A.. club is working on something like that," I said.
    "The newsletter said that they were going to put out a full color photo
    album of everyone who sends in their pictures, but they have to get
    enough people to do it first."
    	"Are we going to send any pictures?" Tony asked.
    	"Oh yeah, of course," I said. "I just have to talk to Aaron about
    it and have his sister do a photo shoot with all the boys in the club."
    	"That sounds exciting!" Tony said. Derek agreed and said he
    couldn't wait to see all the pictures.
    	"What are you guys looking at?" Kara asked us. We showed her my
    potty training log from almost nine years ago.
    	"Tony was almost as bad, from what Mom tells me," Kara said, not
    that I didn't already know.
    	"Boys are like that, you know," I said.
    	"I think all boys should wear DIAPERS!" Derek shouted gleefully.
    	"Shh!" Kara said to him. "Mom's gone to bed now, and she told me
    to come in here and tell you guys to keep the noise down."
    	"Okay, sorry," Derek said.
    	"Good night, boys," Kara said. She patted each of us on the
    behind as we were all back on our stomachs again.
    	"G'night, Kara," Tony said as she left the room.
    	"So, when are we going?" I asked.
    	"As soon as Kara goes into the bathroom or her bedroom," Tony
    said. We sat silently and looked through the other toilet training
    books and the pictures of the boys in diapers (and some not in diapers)
    in them. There were some pictures of girls, too, which Tony proceeded
    to blacken out with a permanent marker pen, just where the diapers were
    showing.
    	It was 9:30 and Kara had still not gone into the bathroom. Tony
    showed us what he had written so far of his essay on potty training to
    share at the next D.B.A. club meeting. We all agreed on the points that
    he made. He also wrote a little story about five four-year-old boys who
    were being held hostage in a daycare center until they all agreed to
    use the potty. Instead, they managed to escape after tying diapers
    around the wrists and the ankles of the person who was holding them
    hostage. They were dirty diapers, too. They then had to find their way
    home wearing nothing but diapers.
    	"Cute story," I said to Tony. Derek agreed and he liked the
    story, too.
    	It was 9:45 when we heard the bathroom door shut. Tony confirmed
    that it was Kara using the bathroom and not his mother by seeing that
    her bedroom door was still closed.
    	"Okay guys, now!" Tony said. I picked up my big bag full of
    diapers and went to the back door as Tony had told me. Derek was
    following behind me. Tony turned on his nightstand lamp and his radio
    so that Kara would think we were still in the room and awake while
    listening to music. Kara rarely pestered Tony and me during sleepovers,
    especially after she caught us jacking each other off in our diapers
    one time when she came into the room without knocking. We were doing it
    the way we usually did it. I was sitting on Tony's hard-on with my butt
    facing him while I scooted my rear end back and forth over him
    repeatedly. Tony shut off his overhead bedroom light and closed the
    door. He then sneaked out of the house through the back door and joined
    Derek and me in the back yard.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 100
    ----------------------------

    	Tony, Derek and I didn't say a word to each other until we were
    out to the street.
    	"How far are we going?" Derek asked me while he rode his bike
    alongside mine.
    	"It's a little ways," I told him. We rode up to the edge of the
    neighborhood and reached the busy arterial. Even at this time of night
    we were surprised to see how much traffic there was. Once it was clear
    we made our way across. Guided by street lights we were able to see our
    way down the otherwise dark street. Since it was night we didn't have
    to take the long way around to avoid running into Chuck. In fact, as we
    reached his house we stopped to see if anything was going on there.
    	"Is this it?" Derek asked.
    	"No," I said.
    	"Then why are we stopping?" he asked.
    	"To spy on someone we don't like," Tony said. We stood before the
    front yard and looked in through the front window. Chuck was prancing
    around in his boxer shorts. We waited to see if Steve was there, too,
    but it appeared that only his parents were there. Suddenly, a dog came
    out of nowhere and started barking.
    	"Oh shit, let's move!" I said. We quickly bolted out of there
    while the dog chased us down the sidewalk. I looked back and saw Chuck
    in the streetlight standing there in his boxers calling his dog back.
    	Derek was tired by the time we reached Luke's and Nathan's house.
    Tony stopped us before we got close to the property.
    	"Hold it," he said. "Luke told us to look for his cousin's car
    before going up to the door. It's a piece-of-shit brown Camaro."
    	Derek laughed as he heard Tony describe the car to look for.
    	"Is his car really shit brown?" Derek asked, thinking this was
    what he heard Tony say.
    	"I've had shit in every shade of brown there is," I said to
    Derek. "So yeah, it's probably shit brown. Hard to tell colors in the
    dark, though."
    	"I can see my diapers now, and I know they're white!" Derek said
    as he looked down at his crotch. "So I can see colors in the dark."
    	"I don't see any cars out front, and there's nobody in the
    driveway, either," I said.
    	"Okay, then we're safe," Tony said. "They also told us their
    secret knock to use when we come to the door. It's 'Shave and a
    Haircut.'" I paused for a moment.
    	"'Shave and a Haircut?'" I questioned, sounding incredulous over
    such a choice. "Couldn't they come up with something just a *little*
    more original than that?"
    	"Who cares?" Tony said. "They'll know it's us."
    	We quietly wheeled our bikes up the driveway and then, after
    taking our shoes off, we carried them as we walked across the grass to
    avoid leaving any tire tracks or detectable footprints on the lawn. We
    set the bikes behind some shrubs to keep them out of view and then,
    after getting our shoes again, we went to the front door. Derek and I
    watched for any cars that might pull up while Tony delivered the not-
    so-secret secret knock.
    	Luke then came to the door. He was wearing his improvised version
    of a diaper, consisting of what looked like about a dozen pairs of
    underpants. He had the plastic pants on over them, too, the ones that
    he picked up from me this afternoon at the yard sale. Nathan, of
    course, was in a real diaper, a disposable diaper, too.
    	"You made it!" he said as he invited us in. Luke was surprised to
    see that Derek was with us. He greeted Derek and asked him how he got
    to come along.
    	"I'm spending the night with Chris and Tony," he said. "My Mom
    doesn't know I came all the way over here."
    	"Nice diapers," Nathan said as he looked at how heavily diapered
    Derek was.
    	"Thanks," Derek said. "I really love wearing thick diapers and
    pooping in them!"
    	"Join the club," Luke said.
    	"I already did," Derek said. "I'm in the D.B.A. Club, remember?"
    	"Oh yeah," Luke said. "I wish we were still in it."
    	"Maybe you can still join it," I told Luke. "There's a poll in
    the newsletter asking members if we should allow part-time diaper
    wearers to be in it as well."
    	"I can't even be a part-time diaper-wearer," Luke lamented. We
    all convened in the front room and talked. Luke kept snapping the stack
    of underwear waistbands that were stretched across his stomach, "I have
    to wait until I'm in bed and put on all my underpants like this. And
    only because my mom and dad are out of town for the weekend can I go
    around the house like this."
    	"So, what have you been doing in the meantime?" I asked Luke.
    	"My Mom and Dad are getting really pissed off," Luke said.
    "Sometimes I pee and poop my pants on purpose and tell them that I
    won't use the toilet anymore, even if I'm not wearing diapers. I figure
    she'll get tired of my smelly clothes and me leaving wet spots all over
    the house and will put me in diapers just to keep the house clean and
    save her sanity."
    	"Has it worked?" Tony asked.
    	"Not yet," Luke replied. "Mom's thinking of sending me to a
    psychologist, and my Dad's spanked me a couple of times for it. I'd
    show you the marks, but, well, I have too much underwear on to take off
    and it's full of shit anyway."
    	"Well, then let's get you into some real diapers," I suggested,
    holding up my bag. I unzipped it and pulled out one of the diapers. It
    was a Thickies, too. Luke was drooling as he begged me to hand the
    diaper to him. He snatched the diaper out of my hand and he held it
    over his underwear and rubbed it back and forth across his bulging fly
    front.
    	"Ahh yes, real diapers at last!" he exclaimed. "Diaper me, diaper
    me, diaper me now!" he begged.
    	All of us went into Luke's bedroom. Before he took off his stack
    of underpants, he told us to wait while he took a piss in them. We all
    watched as he stood there and let his pee stream out into his briefs.
    After he peed it soaked through to his outer pairs and started dripping
    down into his plastic pants, forming a puddle in the crotch.
    	"I'm not using the toilet this weekend, no matter what!" Luke
    said defiantly.
    	"We'll make sure you don't have to," I said. Luke then began
    stripping off his wet underwear. I counted each pair he took off. He
    was wearing fourteen pairs of underwear as it turned out. The last few
    were heavily stained with poop, as expected. It was fresh poop as I
    could tell by the odor. He had a hard-on as he anticipated getting
    diapered. He then put the soiled underwear in a bucket and set it
    aside.
    	"How long ago was your cousin here?" I asked Luke.
    	"It's been awhile," he said. "Nathan needs another diaper change,
    so he's probably going to stop by one more time tonight."
    	"Great," I thought. I looked at Nathan and I could see that his
    diaper was swollen up and the back was sagging from the weight of his
    poop. It wasn't a Thickies diaper, so it was thinner than the
    disposable diapers that I had gotten used to seeing.
    	"Any idea when he'll be back?" I asked Luke.
    	"No, he's supposed to check on us at random, just to make sure
    we're staying out of trouble, and to change Luke's diaper for him."
    	"Are you staying out of trouble?" Tony asked him.
    	"After you get me diapered, hell no!" Luke answered.
    	I grabbed my bag and brought it into Luke's bedroom. I told him
    to lie down on Nathan's changing pad and relax while Tony and I did the
    rest. As he lay there with his poopy bottom staring at us I asked
    Nathan to grab his wipes. We used several of these to get Luke's butt
    clean and ready for diapering. Once we had the poop off his butt I
    could see the red marks where Luke had been spanked by his father. How
    pathetic I thought it was for Luke to be punished for wanting to wear
    diapers, especially after his parents used to let him wear them. I had
    to feel sorry for the kid.
    	Luke's dick was stretched upward as far as it could go and Luke
    couldn't wait any longer to feel the thick soft cloth of the diapers to
    enshroud him. I used several regular diapers on Luke and pinned them up
    heavily, doing the same thing my sisters had been doing for almost four
    years now. He was smiling ear to ear as he watched Tony and me diaper
    him up. We figured he had waited long enough and we wanted to make sure
    the wait was worth it, so we diapered him as thickly as possible.
    	"And now, the good stuff," I said as I brought out the Thickies
    diaper that I had brought along. Luke was rubbing his crotch and his
    eyes were wide open as he anticipated the additional thickness and bulk
    that the Thickies diaper would provide over his already massive stack
    of diapers. He also enjoyed seeing the extra large, long diaper pins
    that had to be used with Thickies diapers.
    	"Save it," I told Luke as he was wanting to jack off in the
    diapers. "Wait until we're done." It took all the resistance he had to
    keep his hands at his sides as Tony and I each pinned up one side of
    the Thickies diaper. After he had his diapers on we both put the
    plastic pants on him. He then got up and tried walking around.
    	"Damn, these are thick!" he said as he waddled and rubbed his
    hands over his plastic pants. He then stuck his hands inside of the
    plastic pants and rubbed his diapers. He ran his hands along each row
    of diaper pins that graced his Thickies diaper.
    	"That's the way diapers are supposed to be," I said. "You like
    'em?"
    	"I love 'em!" Luke exclaimed. He then looked down at his diaper-
    clad stomach.
    	"I can't even see my feet, these diapers are so thick!" he said.
    He then went over to his mirror and looked at himself. He then turned
    around and looked behind him to look at his butt. He bent over and
    started spanking himself.
    	"Oh God, yes! How great it is to be in diapers again!" Luke
    exclaimed.
    	"Hey, let's do the spank test!" Tony said. Luke remained in his
    bent-down position while all four of the rest of us-- Tony, Derek,
    Nathan and myself-- all wailed on his behind. Being that Tony and I
    were the biggest and the strongest, we hit the hardest. None of this
    phased Luke.
    	"God, I'd just like to see my Dad spank me now!" Luke said. "Go
    ahead Dad, spank my butt! I'm diapered!" he yelled.
    	"Spank my butt! Spank my butt!" Derek asked. He assumed the same
    position and let all of us whack him on the rear. He, too, enjoyed
    getting spanked and having four boys paying attention to his diapered
    behind while he didn't have to feel the slightest amount of pain. The
    sound of four hands slapping his padded bottom at the same time rang
    throughout the room.
    	"My turn! My turn!" I yelled. I let the four other boys spank my
    butt and try to make me feel the pain, but my diapers cushioned their
    hands from making any impact on my bare buttocks buried in diapers
    several inches below the surface of my plastic pants. I was getting
    hard thinking about all the attention my butt was getting from the four
    other boys.
    	"My hand's getting tired," Nathan said. He examined it and it was
    red at this point. "You can spank me now."
    	"Uhhh, you don't have the protection that we do," Luke said.
    "Besides, you need to be changed and we don't want your shit flying
    everywhere."
    	"Can you diaper me in cloth diapers?" Nathan asked.
    	"No, because Eric will see you wearing them and wonder where the
    hell they came from. Eric's my cousin, by the way."
    	"How old is he?" I asked.
    	"Seventeen."
    	"What are you going to do when he comes over?" I asked Luke,
    seeing that he would have absolutely no way to hide the fact that he
    had diapers on.
    	"I haven't thought about that," Luke said. "I'll be in deep shit
    if I'm caught in these diapers."
    	"You'll be in deep shit anyway," I said. "Next time you have to
    poop, it's going in those diapers!"
    	Luke picked up his bucket full of piss-drenched briefs and took
    them out to the washing machine. He opened the dryer and tossed out
    several pairs of underwear that he had washed, pairs that he had peed
    and pooped in earlier in the day. He then transferred another load of
    freshly washed undies from the washing machine to the dryer. He then
    tossed the soiled pairs that he had just taken off into the washing
    machine and added some bleach and detergent.
    	"I'm having to rotate my underwear," Luke explained. "Every time
    I pee I have to change, so I hold it until I really have to go so I
    don't have to keep taking them off and changing them all the time."
    	"At least you can still hold it," I said to Luke. "Once you've
    been in diapers awhile you start to untrain yourself."
    	Luke then packed up his clean, dry underwear and carried it to
    his room. He stuffed it into his underwear drawer, which I noticed was
    empty.
    	"I'm using every pair I have," he said. "I divided it into three
    sets of fourteen pairs." With this, he tossed fourteen pairs of boys'
    briefs into his underwear drawer. Surprisingly, they were still white
    with only trace amounts of poop stain damage in the crotch.
    	"Hey Nathan, why don't you and Derek go play some games awhile,"
    Luke said.. The two younger boys compliantly left the room. Luke then
    closed the door and then he lay on his bed.
    	"Sorry, but I felt they'd better be out of the room for this,"
    Luke said. He then began to vigorously rub himself.
    	"Hold it!" I said. Luke stopped and looked surprised that I would
    ask him to stop.
    	"Want some help?" I offered.
    	"Sure," he said. "What are you gonna do?"
    	"This!" I said. I hopped up on his bed and got up on top of him.
    I sat down on the front of his diapers with my butt facing him. All he
    could see in front of him were the massive white diapers that my
    backside was donning.
    	"Thought you might like a little visual aid," I suggested.
    	"It helps," Luke said. He then looked over at Tony, who was
    standing there watching, looking like he was wanting to be part of the
    action, too.
    	"Nothing against you, Tony. Your butt looks nice in diapers, too,
    but Chris is wearing a lot more diapers and his are a lot thicker,
    too."
    	"I understand," Tony said. "I don't mind being a spectator."
    	I began to scoot my butt back and forth over Luke's thick
    diapers. It felt different feeling his cloth diapers up against mine
    since I was used to the feel of Tony's disposable diaper. I felt like I
    was jacking off a pillow with the amount of diapers Luke had on. I
    increased my speed and started making up rhymes as I went along,
    drawing from my existing repertoire of diaper-related phrases. Tony
    rubbed himself while he watched me help Luke enjoy wearing his diapers.
    	"Diapers are on my ass, they're big and full of mass, they filter
    my fart gas, they're full of shit, but you can't smell it, they're so
    thick and they're all around my dick, my diapers are white, they're
    quite a sight, I wear them day and night, they're on really tight,
    there's no smell, because I'm padded so well, diapers I love to wear,
    it makes my sisters stare, my butt isn't bare, wearing pants is rare,
    they're as thick as a hundred pairs, of underwears..."
    	Luke was having an orgasm at this point and after he let out a
    few moans and groans he asked me to stop. His face was red and he was
    sweating and breathing hard.
    	"Can you come yet?" I asked Luke. I knew he was probably too
    young for this. I knew I was young for being able to do it myself.
    	"I can make it tingle, but nothing comes out," Luke said while he
    was still panting. "I'm not about to check with all the diapers I have
    to take off."
    	"It'll happen one of these days," I assured him.
    	"Thanks," he said.
    	Tony wanted to help me out, so while Luke rested from his orgasm
    I took his spot on the bed. I felt a warm spot where his body had been
    on the bed. Tony got up on top of me and finished me off. His diaper
    was only wet and not poopy, but I still enjoyed looking at his white-
    diapered butt, and since I was so close to coming anyway Tony didn't
    have to work very hard to bring me to orgasm. He then rolled onto his
    back and I took my position on top of him and helped him to goo up his
    diaper.
    	It didn't occur to us until we heard a car with a bad muffler
    running outside that someone was there. At this time Derek and Nathan
    both came running into the room.
    	"Eric's here! Eric's here!" Nathan shouted.
    	"Shit! Hide in the closet!" Luke exclaimed. Quickly, Derek, Tony
    and I all crammed into what little space there was in the closet. Derek
    sat down on the floor while I stood in front of him with my diapered
    butt in his face. Tony stood in front of me. Luke shut the door and the
    three of us waited in silence. He turned off his light and pretended
    like he had gone to bed.
    	Derek, Tony and I listened outside the closet door. We heard Eric
    come into the house.
    	"Where's Luke?" he asked Nathan.
    	"He went to bed," Nathan said.
    	"Saturday night, home alone, I don't think so," Eric countered
    skeptically.
    	"He was tired, all right?" Nathan countered back, but he didn't
    make it sound very convincing. A moment later we heard Eric come into
    the bedroom and turn the light on.
    	"Well, what have we here?" he said.
    	"Turn the light off, Eric, I'm not feeling well," Luke said to
    his cousin, trying to sound sleepy, but Eric apparently wasn't buying
    it.
    	"Come check out the new amp I put on my car stereo," he said.
    	"I'll listen to it later," Luke said. Eric appeared to be onto
    him and was trying to lure him to come out of his bed and expose his
    diapers.
    	"Why can't you get out of bed?" Eric asked him.
    	"I just don't feel like it," Luke moaned as he feigned lethargy.
    	"What are you wearing?" Eric asked.
    	"Underpants and a shirt, why's that any of your business?" Luke
    asked defensively.
    	You think I've never seen you in your underwear?" Eric said.
    	"No," Luke answered. "So why do you want to know?"
    Suddenly I heard the sound of covers being yanked off of the bed. I
    could only imagine what Luke looked like lying there wearing diapers.
    	"My, what big diapers you have, Luke!" Eric exclaimed. Luke was
    speechless.
    	"I figured as much," he said. "Now tell me where you got those
    diapers?"
    	"I uhh, I bought them," he said.
    	"Uncle Ron must have given you a big raise in your allowance,"
    Eric said. "That's a lot of diapers you're wearing."
    	"How would you know what they cost?" Luke said.
    	"I've heard Aunt Kay talk about how much Nathan's diapers cost.
    Look, I know somebody brought you those diapers, and I have a feeling
    it's your diaper friend who lives around here."
    	Luke admitted to defeat and realized that Eric was way ahead of
    him. He told Eric, "someone brought them to me."
    	"You sure did a damn good job putting them on," Eric said. "I
    know Nathan couldn't do it. If he could, I wouldn't be here changing
    his diapers. I'm betting that kid who brought you the diapers put them
    on you, too."
    	"No, I did," Luke said to Eric.
    	"Try again," Eric pressed for the truth.
    	"Okay, the guy who brought them diapered me," Luke said. "You
    caught me wearing diapers. You knew I was going to try wearing them, so
    I hope you're satisfied. Now change Nathan before his diaper leaks."
    	"I'm not done yet," Eric said.
    	"This whole thing is stupid!" Luke said. "You coming over to
    change Nathan and keeping his diapers! Go ahead, tell my Mom and Dad!
    Tell then that I was wearing diapers! They probably knew I was going to
    get diapers, so you might as well get it over with! I'm tired of asking
    them if I can wear diapers!"
    	"What's this kid's name?" Eric asked, ignoring Luke's tirade.
    	"What's it matter?" Luke said.
    	"It's Chris, right?" Eric said.
    	"Shit!" I thought to myself. Was this guy a damn psychic or
    something.
    	"I bet he's here in this house, too, right now," Eric said.
    	"No, he's not, he left a long time ago."
    	"Sure he did," Eric said, immediately dismissing Luke's
    statement. I figured for sure he'd come over to the closet and catch
    the three of us crouched down. While I was standing there I felt
    another big fart getting ready to blast out my butthole. The aftermath
    of the burritos was not over with. I felt the gases in my intestines
    churning. It was going to be a big one. There was no way to predict
    whether a fart was going to be silent or not. All I knew was that a big
    one was coming. I couldn't hold it in much longer and it would be
    coming out.
    	"Please be silent, please be silent," I desperately thought to
    myself as I felt the fart forming just behind my sphincter muscle. I
    hoped to release it in small amounts so that my butt wouldn't announce
    to Eric that I was there. Then at last came the fart: PTHF-PTHF-PTHF-
    PTHF-PTHF-PTHF-PTHF-PTHF-PTHF-PTHF-PTHF-PTHF-PTHF-PTHF-PTHF!!!
    	It was hardly a silent fart! It came out loud and juicy, muted
    only a little by my thick diapers. The fart blew bubbles in the layer
    of shit coating my buttocks. As my butt was pressed up against Derek's
    nose, he got a potent dose of my anal aroma. It was loud enough to be
    heard by Eric.
    	"What was that?" Eric asked.
    	"What was what?" Luke replied.
    	"I heard someone fart, and it wasn't you, because it came from
    over there."
    	"It's fart ventriloquism," Luke said, trying to make light of the
    situation.
    	"Oh yeah, right," Eric said. He then walked over to the closet
    and opened the door. There he saw us three boys crammed into the closet
    like sardines, all of us in diapers and T-shirts just like Luke.
    	"Good evening, gentlemen," Eric said to us. "Why don't you step
    out for some fresh air?" The smell of my big fart wafted out of the
    closet. Eric confronted us and stared at our diapers.
    	"So, you guys are the Pampers purveyors, I see," he said.
    	"These are Thickies, not Pampers," Derek said as he pointed to
    his massive diapers. Eric didn't care what Derek was wearing.
    	"Look, uhh, it was nice meeting you, Eric, but well, uhh, we'd
    better get going," I said nervously.
    	"Go ahead, leave, I already got the evidence I needed," he said
    confidently.
    	"What, you're going to tell my Mom and Dad, go ahead!" Luke said.
    "They're going to lose this battle over me wearing diapers yet!"
    	"What do you think they'll say when they find out that you
    invited these guys over?"
    	"How are they gonna know?" Luke challenged his cousin. Eric
    quickly produced a small camera from his jacket pocket. The fact that
    he had a jacket on was reason enough to be suspicious of him. In an
    instant he took a snapshot of all of us wearing diapers. There was no
    flash and the camera hardly made the slightest click.
    	"Smile, you're on candid camera!" he said with a laugh as he
    tucked the camera back into his pocket. "Wait'll Uncle Ron and Aunt Kay
    see this!"
    	"My Mom and Dad put you up to all this, didn't they?" Luke said.
    	"That's not all," Eric said. He pulled back his jacket and
    revealed a small device resembling a tape recorder that was mounted to
    the inside pocket.
    	"What's that thing?" I asked him.
    	"Look behind your bed," Eric told Luke. Luke was surprised to see
    that a small black cylindrical device had been mounted to the back of
    his bedpost where it was out of view.
    	"You fucking bugged my room!" Luke exclaimed. At this moment Eric
    stopped the tape on his recorder and rewound it a little ways, making
    monkey-chatter noise.
    	"You fucking bugged my room!" crackled Luke's voice through the
    tinny-sounding speaker of the small recorder.
    	"Is it live, or is it Memorex?" Eric said. "I'll bet Aunt Kay
    will be proud to hear her little boy saying naughty words like that!"
    	Eric rewound the tape some more. It had picked up the sounds of
    us diaper-butt-jacking-off each other. It picked me up saying all my
    little diaper rhymes. Nathan and Derek thought they sounded funny as
    they heard me saying things like, "diapers are on my ass, they're big
    and full of mass." He let it play to the point where Luke was having
    his orgasm and asked me to stop.
    	"You're weird, Chris, I know I'm probably not the first person to
    tell you that," Eric said to me.
    	"You're not, but I don't give a fuck," I said, trying to play it
    cool.
    	Eric then went over to Luke's bed and worked on dismounting the
    bug device. Eric then dropped the device on the floor and he was busy
    rooting around underneath Luke's bed to find it. As it was round, it
    had rolled to the center.
    	"Dammit, where the hell did it go?!" Eric grumbled. While he was
    trying to find the device, his jacket pocket was lying flat on the
    floor and the strap to his camera was sticking out. In a brave move,
    Nathan grabbed a hold of the camera. Eric's loose jacket made it so
    that grabbing the camera didn't tug on the pocket and Eric was
    completely oblivious to what had happened. All five of us diapered boys
    looked at each other and silently acknowledged amongst ourselves our
    victory.
    	"Son of a bitch!" Eric cursed some more. This allowed us a few
    more seconds to decide what to do now. Tony took the camera and opened
    it up, removing the special miniature film cartridge that was in it.
    	"Put it back in his pocket," I whispered to Nathan. With the film
    out of the camera, Nathan surreptitiously tucked the camera back into
    Eric's pocket. Luke had since then hidden the film elsewhere in his
    room. We had no easy way to get the tape away from Eric, but at least
    we got the film. Eric finally found the bugging device and got back up.
    	"Did my Mom and Dad put you up to this?" Luke asked.
    	"No, they just wanted me to check on you guys and change Nathan's
    diapers, but I figured you'd try something and I thought I'd have some
    fun with it. They wanted me to stay here with you guys, but since I
    have ways to watch you guys without being here, I said, 'fuck that', I
    have better things to do than to babysit you guys!"
    	"Were you just like, sitting outside listening in on us?" I asked
    Eric.
    	"I was home. This thing has like a one mile range. I could
    probably bug your house and listen to all the shit you do in your room
    every night."
    	"I live more than a mile away from here," I told him, not that he
    seemed to care. Eric went out to his car and grabbed a diaper for
    Nathan. While he was out in his car Luke explained to us that Eric was
    an electronics buff, and hacking and espionage were two of his big
    hobbies.
    	"I should have known," Luke lamented. He then got up and examined
    the film that came from Eric's spy camera.
    	"How are we going to destroy this?" Luke said as he looked at the
    film.
    	"No, don't destroy it!" I stopped Luke. "I'd like to see what's
    on it!"
    	"Me, too!" Nathan said.
    	"Me, too!" Derek added.
    	"How are we gonna develop that film?" Tony asked, seeing that it
    was not a standard type of film.
    	"Easy," I said. "Aaron's sister can develop it for us."
    	Eric came back into the house with a fresh diaper for Nathan. He
    took Nathan into his room and changed him. Eric complained during the
    diaper change, telling Nathan that he's too old for diapers and that at
    his age he should be able to change himself.
    	"Disgusting!" Eric said. "I'm glad you're not my brother."
    	When Eric was done he tossed the dirty diaper into Luke's
    bedroom.
    	"Here, you deal with this," he said as he went out the door. "See
    you in the morning, twerps."
    	"What an asshole!" I said. "I'm glad I don't have any cousins
    like that."
    	"I'd better take these diapers off and give them back to you,"
    Luke said.
    	"No, leave 'em on!" I said.
    	"My cousin's going to get me busted."
    	"Fuck your cousin!" Tony said.
    	"Uhhh, I'll pass, thank you," Luke said. I thought about my
    cousin Suzy in this context, hypothetically, of course. Granted, she
    was good-looking and I enjoyed it when she changed my diapers, but,
    well, I won't go there.
    	"Wear your diapers, make a statement! Take a stand!" I said,
    encouraging Luke to defend his desire to wear diapers.
    	Tony and I decided that we'd better be heading back to his house.
    It was after curfew now, and the last thing we needed was to get caught
    wearing diapers out on the streets after hours. Before we took off,
    Tony grabbed the film cartridge from Eric's camera. Being that all of
    us were in diapers, nobody had any pockets, not even on our shirts.
    Because of this, I took the film cartridge and I put it in the bag I
    brought along to transport the diapers for Luke.
    	"Thanks for the diapers," Luke said as he escorted us to the
    door.
    	"We'll stop by tomorrow," I told Luke as we left.

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Forever In Diapers, Parts 101-110

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