    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 191
    ----------------------------

    	Monday morning, back to school once again, I thought to myself as I
    carried a replenished supply of diapers with me to the bus. I could barely fit
    all of the diapers I would need to have at school in with all the books and
    other study materials that I brought home. The first two periods passed without
    much incident. When the morning break came I joined up with the other boys. When
    I approached Tony I was very surprised to see that he had a black eye as well as
    a couple of cuts and scrapes on his face. He looked like hell.
    	"Holy shit!" I exclaimed as I damn near dropped my cinnamon roll, pissing
    my diaper upon seeing him. "What the hell happened to you?"
    	"Got in a fight on the way home from Luke's and Nathan's last night," Tony
    exclaimed.
    	"Shit!" I said as I examined his injuries. "Who was it? Chuck? Steve?"
    	"It was Steve," Tony replied in a weak voice.
    	"Didn't you go the long way around?" I asked Tony.
    	"Actually, I did," Tony replied.
    	"Really!" I said, "So, what, now they're staking out our other routes to
    avoid them?"
    	"I don't know, but he was just riding his bike and by the time I realized
    it was him it was too late. After he saw me he turned right back around and
    started chasing after me. Luckily I had your stick with me. You left it at
    Luke’s and Nathan's and I was going to bring it back to you last night. I tried
    to poke it into the spokes of his bike, but it was too late. He kicked me off my
    bike, and I have scrapes on my knee to prove it. I tried to poke him with the
    stick, but he grabbed on to the other end and then kicked me in the ribs a
    couple times."
    	Tony went on to explain how the rest of the fight unfolded. He managed to
    hold on to the stick the whole time, but it proved to be ineffectual when Steve
    hit Tony in the face, giving him the black eye. Still, the stick saved Tony from
    getting completely clobbered.
    	"I got up and backed away from him and then I swung it right in his face,"
    Tony said. "I then started hitting him over and over. He got on his bike and
    rode off, I was so pissed I couldn't even see straight, I can't believe I hit
    him so hard and so many times!"
    	"Good going!" Jay commented.
    	"Was it just Steve, or was Chuck with him?" I asked Tony.
    	"Just Steve, one-on-one. He said he wanted to kick the crap out of you
    because you got Chuck busted."
    	I paused for a moment and pointed my thumb towards myself saying, "*I* got
    Chuck busted? How?"
    	"He didn't say," Tony replied. "He said that Chuck got in big trouble
    because of something you did, and he wished you were there with me, but since
    you weren't, he decided to take it out on me."
    	"Sorry about that," I told Tony, patting him on the shoulder. He winced
    when he told me that it was sore.
    	"Ooh, sorry, buddy," I said again.
    	"It's not your fault, Chris," Tony said as he sipped his orange juice.
    	"I know, but I still wish I could have been there to help you. That stick
    saved my diapered butt from Chuck, so maybe I could have used it against Steve."
    	"Maybe, but Steve's pretty aggressive, and fast, too, and I don't think
    you would have been able to outrun him while wearing those super thick diapers
    that you usually wear."
    	"I didn't have to outrun Chuck," I said.
    	"Chuck's a wuss, really, he is," Luke said. "He just thinks he's hot shit,
    and he hangs around Steve for protection and probably fighting lessons, and to
    look like he's hot shit while being around Steve, not that Steve is hot shit
    himself."
    	"I know he looks like shit, that's for sure," I said. "Don't know about
    the hot part, though my shit usually comes out that way, so yeah, I guess in
    some ways he is hot shit."
    	"*I* look like shit," Tony grumbled.
    	"Why didn't you call and tell me about this last night?" I asked Tony.
    	"After I got home and my Mom saw me coming into the house with my face
    bleeding and my swollen, and limping, she flipped out and she ran me into the
    emergency room right away to have them look me over for broken bones, stuff like
    that," Tony answered. "By the time I got back home I didn't think about it until
    I was in bed."
    	"They didn't find any, did they?" I asked Tony. I then realized, "duh,
    Chris, he'd have a CAST on if he did!"
    	"Even though I still feel like it, no, they didn't," Tony replied, not
    acknowledging my overlooking the obvious. "Just a couple bruises, that's all,
    but I'll still be out of PE class for the next few days." Tony then showed me
    his doctor's note excusing him from the class.
    	"Join the club," Jay said from his seat, his crutches leaning up against
    the table, a reminder to all of his present condition.
    	"If Mr. Brown were still running the class I might try to get excused
    myself," I commented.
    	"He's the reason I'm in this mess in the first place," Jay said.
    	"And you're the reason he's gone now," I replied. "You're a hero, Jay,
    you're a hero!"
    	"Thanks," Jay replied dubiously.
    	"So, who's changing your diapers while you're here at school?" I asked
    Tony, figuring that he was too sore to handle this job himself.
    	"The school nurse does it," he said. "Then Kara changes my diapers at
    home, of course, just like she's done before."
    	There were a few minutes left before the break was over. Luke told us that
    the phone had been left off the "hook" (it was a cordless phone, no actual hook
    to speak of) by his cousin Eric, who was using its frequency to tune us in and
    listen in on us.
    	"That butthole," I said. "It seems as if some people we know of need to
    find better things to do with their time," I said. "Of course, people say that
    to me when they find out about all the things I do with diapers."
    	Tony and I then went to math class together. I offered to help him with
    carrying his books, but he seemed to have this handled okay by himself.
    	"It's my left side that hurts the most," Tony said.
    	"So, does this mean Steve's going to hunt me down?" I asked Tony.
    	"You might want to watch your back for the next few days," Tony said.
    	"Easier said than done," I said. "I just hope he won't be lurking around
    some corner waiting for me to pass by on my way to babysit the boys after
    school."
    	"Well, come and get your lucky stick and that should help," Tony said.
    	"It's your lucky stick, too," I commented. Tony nodded. At this time the
    warning bell rang and we all headed to our next classes.
    	While sitting in math class I couldn't stop thinking about how Steve was
    blaming me for getting Chuck busted. The details were too vague. I figured he
    probably got in trouble by his parents for getting in another fight, the last
    one I presume being with me, so I figured this was all it was. I hadn't seen him
    today, so I wasn't sure if he was kept home or was just trying to stay out of my
    sight because he had some retaliation planned. I wasn't feeling very much at
    ease at that moment.
    	Tony accompanied me to the boys' locker room, but the only reason he was
    coming with me was to present his doctor's note to Mr. Lowry. I can only imagine
    how Mr. Brown would have handled this situation instead.
    	"Okay," Mr. Lowry said as he looked at the note and read the description
    of Tony's injuries, minor as they were.
    	"Hope you get to feeling better soon," Mr. Lowry sincerely told Tony,
    something Mr. Brown would have never said to any of us non- athletic diaper
    boys. "You know where the study hall is, right?"
    	"Yeah, I do," Tony replied. Mr. Lowry signed a slip of paper and then
    handed it to Tony.
    	"See you at lunch," I told Tony as I watched him walk back out of the
    locker room. I then went down to my locker to change my diaper and change into
    my gym clothes. I had pooped in my diaper during math class, and it was a large,
    messy poop, too. There was not a single measurable portion of my stool that I
    felt-- without taking the diaper off for closer examination-- had sufficient
    solid physical properties in order for it to pass for a turd. It must have come
    from the oatmeal that I ate this morning. It was all liquid-y mush, coating my
    buttocks enough to have leaked out the top had I not been wearing a high-rising
    diaper such as a Thickies. My crotch was also bathed in shit, contained by the
    large, wide gathers of my diaper. Anything less than a Thickies would have
    leaked into my pants.
    	Even though the poop was well-contained, it was, well, contained, and it
    wasn't going to go anywhere until the next diaper change. I either had to go
    through P.E. class and limit my mobility by wearing a shit-filled diaper, and
    then clean up while I am in the shower (which I preferred to do), or change it
    with marginal cleanup and offend the noses of the kids in the next row. It
    wasn't the first time I had to change a poopy diaper in the locker room before
    class, but since the other diaper boys didn't poop in their diapers as often as
    I did, if at all, I felt more alone. I figured, what the hell, the other boys in
    my row are used to the smell and the sight of excrement-laden diapers, and if
    the rest of the boys don't like it, too bad. Mr. Lowry also knew that I
    sometimes needed this extra time for messy diaper changes, so he didn't "crack
    the whip" like Mr. Brown did. Of course I was the last one to join the formation
    out on the field and the other kids were chanting "poopy diaper!" knowing that
    this was the case when I took longer and stunk up the locker room (worse than it
    already smelled to begin with).
    	"Yep, it sure was!" I said. "If you want to take a look I'll dig it out of
    the trash and show it to you guys!"
    	I heard a few comments after I said this, but I didn't care. We went
    through our warm-up exercises and then we were divided up into separate teams
    for either a game of soccer or for touch football. Naturally, I chose to play
    soccer. Mr. Lowry designated our teams. Without having either Jay or Tony there
    I felt more or less alone. Jimmy opted to play football, and the rest of the
    kids were at best semi-jerks. Shane was a full-blown jerk, of course, and I
    wound up on the same team as he was on. He seemed to be more concerned about
    making me screw up than contributing to the effort. He de-shortsed me a couple
    times, no biggie, everyone knew I wear diapers, anyway. In fact, I was ready to
    toss the shorts aside and play in just my diapers, just to show Shane and the
    others that I am not afraid to let my diapers show. Also, the girl's class was
    throwing shot puts close by and the diaper exhibitionist in me was feeling
    tempted to strut around in their view showing off my Thickies diapers. Mr.
    Lowry, however, intervened and called Shane away from me before I had a chance
    to resort to such reverse-psychology tactics. Shane was sent to run around the
    track for the remainder of the class-- along with a zero for the day-or get sent
    to see Mr. Swain. Being the defiant little prick he was, Shane was soon escorted
    off to Mr. Swain's office by the assistant coach. The rest of the day went okay,
    though everyone thought that my "poopy diaper" was slowing me down, even though
    my diaper was not poopy. Apparently they forgot about the stench I made in the
    locker room and the fact that I was last to join the formation.
    	When it came time to shower I debated whether or not to take my Thickies
    diaper off before showering. I had changed it before gym class, something I
    rarely do for this reason, and while it was still stinky from the residual poop
    left on my butt after giving myself only a superficial wiping, it was far from
    being used to its capacity and I just could not let a Thickies diaper go 95%
    unused. I knew the tapes were water-resistant, but if too much water got into
    the diaper this would diminish its capacity for the remainder of the day. I
    decided to leave my diaper on even in spite of the catcalls I would get about
    being afraid to show my dick, or that I didn't have one, the same highly
    unoriginal junior-high caliber high jinks. At least this time someone was
    thanking me-- facetiously, but thanking me, nonetheless-- for leaving my diaper
    on and not spraying my butt off and leaving a puddle of shit behind on the floor
    and clogging up the drain. My last shit was too runny to clog the drain anyway.
    	With my diaper on I went into the shower and sprayed myself off. The
    plastic outer cover of my diaper deflected the water like off of a duck's back.
    The tapes stood up to the constant spray of water. I was careful to avoid
    letting too much water seep into the inside of the diaper, however, but Hugh
    pushed me down to the floor, thinking that once my butt hit the puddle of water
    my diaper would become instantly saturated. My diaper caught a little water and
    it swelled up where water entered, but it was not enough to render my diaper in
    need of a change. Meanwhile, I was pissed at Hugh, but decided not to say
    anything to that creep. I had enough to worry about with Steve possibly lurking
    around the neighborhood hoping to catch me off guard.
    	I returned to my locker after narrowly escaping Hugh's towel flipping.
    Even if he had hit me my diaper would have cushioned the force, much like it
    cushioned my fall in the shower. I got dressed in record time (I already had my
    diaper on, after all) and left for Mr. Eastman's class when the bell rang.
    	I was hoping Mr. Eastman's class wouldn't be too much of a drag today, but
    I knew there was no avoiding it. It was the worst class to have before lunch.
    Right as we got seated Mr. Eastman came around the room and handed each of us a
    test sheet.
    	"A test! What the hell?!" I thought, having not made any preparation for
    it whatsoever. He never told us that we'd be having a test, and on a Monday,
    nonetheless. There was a collective groan from the class upon realization of
    what we had been handed.
    	"I don't want to hear any more groaning or complaints," Mr. Eastman
    sternly told us. He then went on to tell us that it was a surprise test, not a
    quiz, because, in Mr. Eastman's mind, "students will not take a quiz as
    seriously as they take a test." Yeah, whatever, as if he needed to tell is this
    each time. Mr. Eastman was the epitome of anal retentiveness as his precisely
    enunciated and seemingly memorized and recited instructions demonstrated:
    	"You will be allotted exactly fifteen minutes and zero seconds in which to
    take the test. There will be no exceptions allowed. Your time will begin upon my
    starting of this timer," Mr. Eastman said as he held it up in front of the class
    as always. "You may not begin before I start the timer, and when the allotted
    time has elapsed as indicated by the sound of the bell, you are to cease writing
    and to place your writing instrument on your desk at that exact moment, even if
    you are in the middle of writing a word. Does anyone have any questions?"
    	"Uh yeah, what if, say, I'm in the middle of writing the word 'shiitake?'"
    This got the class laughing.
    	"You know, shiitake, the mushroom?" he added in the midst of the laughter,
    which was quickly stifled by Mr. Eastman's orders for everyone to quiet down at
    once. Mr. Eastman was not the least bit amused. Not that he ever was.
    	"That word will likely not be needed," Mr. Eastman told the student. He
    then told the kid to immediately bring his test up. He told the kid to write his
    name and the date on the test and then give it to Mr. Eastman. I watched Mr.
    Eastman mark a big red zero on top of it. He then kept the test sheet and sent
    the kid back to his desk, telling him to remain silent for the remainder of the
    class. What a dick!
    	Once the test began I knew I was in trouble. These were not multiple-
    choice or true/false questions. They were the much-dreaded fill-in-the-blank and
    essay questions. Since my diaper was wet from the water in the shower and it was
    mixing with the poop that I had left on my partially unwiped behind, this was
    amplifying the smell of my diaper. The kids around me could smell it. They gave
    me a disgusted look, not that they were surprised; they were just disgusted that
    they had to sit so close to me when I reeked of diaper odor.
    	As I had no idea what to write in the blanks I figured, hell with it, I
    had nothing to lose, so I wrote nonsense answers, related to diapers of course.
    Some of my answers included "diapers", "feces", "defecate", "stink", "bowel
    movement", words that were perfectly legitimate, but clearly referred to the
    elimination of solid bodily waste. It was more like doing one of those Mad-Libs.
    	And speaking of bodily wastes, I felt this morning's oatmeal working in my
    stomach again, and almost immediately I unloaded another big mess into my
    diaper. Everyone around me looked when they heard the sound of wet, loose shit
    shooting out of my butt and into my diaper. I could feel the poop going up my
    butt crack. Even with a Thickies diaper going halfway up my back I was afraid
    the poop might leak out the top. I felt the liquid stool channeling up towards
    my balls. I was a stinky mess once again. I raised my hand to get Mr. Eastman's
    attention, as if the smell didn't already indicate what I needed. He looked at
    me, but did not inquire into what I needed. After I kept my arm up for another
    minute he told me and the other students that he gave us an opportunity to ask
    questions before the test began and would not answer such questions during the
    test.
    	"It's not about the test, Mr. Eastman," I said.
    	"It can wait then," he told me.
    	"No it can't!" a girl in the next row said. "He pooped his diaper again
    and it stinks!"
    	"There are three minutes and twenty-two seconds remaining; he can take
    care of it after we discuss the test."
    	There was nothing I could do but sit there and stink up the classroom some
    more. After the bell rang the girl said, "there's the bell, now get your stinky
    butt out of here!"
    	"Marlene, I did not authorize you to talk," Mr. Eastman told the girl when
    he told everyone to stop writing. He then had a ready-made list designating who
    was to exchange his test with whom. He told us to get up and deliver our tests
    to the person whose name was read second, and then take that person's test back
    with us. He called my name and gave me the name of a student sitting across the
    room from me. Why we couldn't just hand it to the person in front of us, I
    didn't know. As I got up I felt the poop sagging down the seat of my diaper. I
    left an odor trail as I walked over to Lori, the girl who was to grade my test
    (and see my scatological answers). She looked disgusted as she caught a whiff of
    my diaper smells. Before going back to my desk I asked Mr. Eastman if someone
    else could grade my test. I didn't feel that I needed to tell him what my
    situation was.
    	"Not now, Chris," he told me. "You disrupt this class enough as it is," he
    said.
    	"Whatever," I sighed as I returned to my desk and felt the poop spread all
    over my buttocks as I placed my butt back onto my seat. We then began to go
    through the quiz. He called on students at random to read aloud the answer that
    was written and to say whether we thought it was right or wrong. Mr. Eastman had
    to call on four students before finding someone who even wrote an answer for the
    first question and could tell whether it was right or wrong. It was wrong, of
    course. This went on until he got to the fourth question. He called on Lori to
    read the answer aloud. I cringed as I knew what she was going to read. She had
    to read the whole question, along with the supplied answer.
    	"What did Mr. Weatherby look for while he was up in the attic? He was
    looking for a...b-bowel m-m-move-ve-ment," she read awkwardly.
    	As expected, the whole class erupted in laughter.
    	"That's what's written here," Lori said, embarrassed for being forced to
    read this out loud. Mr. Eastman walked up to Lori's desk and announced that he
    was scoring my test a zero. He then continued on and gave up after asking four
    more students to come up with the right answer, none of whom could. He told
    everyone to hand the tests forward. Then, while still waiting for Mr. Eastman to
    give me a pass so I could go change my stinky diaper, he chewed us out for the
    next fifteen minutes, telling us how disappointed he felt for our lack of
    interest and dedication to the class.
    	"Just because it's the weekend doesn't mean you are entitled to shirk your
    responsibilities as a student of my class," he stated. "And don't tell me that
    you have too much homework in your other classes. I’ve heard that excuse many
    times before and I will not accept it. This class should be your top priority as
    your performance in all your other classes will be affected by your ability to
    retain and comprehend what you read, which is the purpose of this class." Just
    when I thought I couldn't hate this prick any more I felt my hatred towards him
    become equal to that of which I felt towards Mr. Brown. I was ready to ask about
    getting switched to another class. Meanwhile, he continued to prattle on about
    how important the class is and how we will regret not paying attention and doing
    the assigned reading.
    	Finally, with about ten minutes left he called me up to his desk to write
    me a hall pass. I told him that since there was only ten minutes left that I
    would probably not make it back to the classroom before the bell rang.
    	"You need to return to class with your hall pass before you go to lunch."
    	"Even after the bell rings?"
    	"Yes," Mr. Eastman replied.
    	"Forget it," I said. "I'll just wait until lunch to change my diaper." I
    then returned to my seat still wearing a diaper loaded with poop, much to the
    disgust of the other students who were hoping I would leave. Mr. Eastman decided
    to continue on with his stern lecture about paying attention in his class and
    announcing that we would all receive a zero on the test, even if we did happen
    to get any of the answers correct. With this, he threw the stack of papers into
    the trash, doing so in a forceful manner as to indicate his frustration. When
    the bell rang he told us that he would not dismiss us for another minute because
    of the interruption I caused when I argued with him about coming back to the
    classroom. Everyone looked at me like this was my fault. He then had us leave in
    single file, one row at a time. I was determined more than ever to get switched
    to another class.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 192
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    	I joined up with Tony and the other boys at lunch. I sat down across from
    Tony and I asked him how study hall went.
    	"It sucked," he said. "I mean, it's just like detention, almost. They have
    it in that same room we were stuck in when we got detention because of Mr.
    Brown's little setup. They treat you like you're in detention, too, as if you
    did something wrong. You have to bring actual study materials and they watch you
    to make sure you're not screwing off."
    	"You get used to it," Jay added. "I like not having as much homework to do
    when I get home since I use the time in study hall for it. The only ones who
    complain about being in there are the ones who need to go to the bathroom and
    the hall monitor won't let them. Lucky for us we wear diapers, or something
    close to a diaper."
    	"Are you using those diapers I loaned you?" I asked Jay.
    	"Yeah, but my sisters like seeing me in a bunch of underpants better. They
    like seeing that I am wearing 60-some pairs of underwear, rather than just six
    or eight diapers. They have a thing with the number, I suppose. They also like
    to snap all the waistbands and count all the different stripe patterns on the
    waistbands, plus, they like how my butt bulges out so much because of all the
    extra layers they sew into the seats. And they like to look at all the fly
    fronts layered on top of each other. They like to see how much different my
    underwear is from theirs. I know it's what they're used to seeing."
    	"Well, for starters, if your sisters can't otherwise distinguish your
    underwear-- diapers in this case-- from theirs, then they are totally blind and
    they are utterly incapable of sensing touch. My sisters sure don't have any
    trouble telling their feather-light, paper- thin, butt-crack hugging, not to
    mention colored panties, from my plain white super big, super-high, super-thick
    and super-heavy diapers. You sure don't need a fly front to make the distinction
    between what I wear as underwear and what they wear, and as far as I'm
    concerned, diapers are *boys'* underwear."
    	"My sisters realize that, but they still like to see the extra 'boy'
    features on my underwear that they don't have on theirs. And they just love to
    remind me of how many pairs I have on. With diapers, it's kind of limited. I
    don't suppose I could wear more than the eight diapers that I have from you."
    	"Well, if you had them, you could wear 60 diapers if it's the number that
    they're liking," I said. "But that would be impossible, especially if they're
    Thickies diapers. Hell, each one of those diapers is as thick as sixty pairs of
    underpants worn together, at least. If you wore 60 Thickies, that would be like,
    let’s see-- 3,600 pairs of underwear!”
    	“My butt would be about five or six feet off the ground when I sat down if
    I wore that many!” Jay commented.
    	“Hell, you couldn’t even sit down, I don’t know what you could do!” Tony
    said. I then continued.
    	"As for the waistbands, you probably could salvage some from the pairs
    your sisters use to cut out the center panels that they add to the seats. You
    could just pin these to the top of your diapers, I suppose. And making the butt
    bulge out, that's easy. It just depends on how you fold the diapers." I then
    demonstrated the fold by using a napkin to show where the extra layers would be
    folded into the middle.
    	"You can always fold extra panels and stuff them inside the diapers that
    go all the way around you," I continued. "This will make your butt really stand
    out. This is how Cindy usually makes my diapers look, and Thickies already have
    the extra layers in the butt to make it stand out more anyway."
    	Jay and the others were just watching me as if I were giving an oratory to
    a large group, explaining how to give diapers the look of wearing several pairs
    of underpants together.
    	"I don't know what I would suggest on the fly fronts, though, unless you
    have some pairs of underpants big enough to fit over all the diapers, and at
    that point you're probably looking at men's sizes, extra large sizes, too, you
    know, for those really big men. I suppose you could draw one on the front of the
    diaper with a washable ink if you really wanted to, though this would be
    stretching it."
    	"Maybe that's the idea," Jay said.
    	"What's the idea?" I asked Jay.
    	"Stretch it, you know, just take a fly front and stretch it across the
    front of the diapers.
    	"Don't think that's gonna work," I said. "If your sisters insist on a fly
    front as a visual, pick up a laundry marker next time you're there."
    	"I never go to the store," Jay said. "I'm always wearing so much in the
    way of diapers or underwear that I can never go out."
    	"Get some sweatpants like I wear over my huge diapers," I suggested. "Have
    your mom pick some up on her next underwear run."
    	"She hasn't made any underwear runs in awhile," Jay said. "She says she
    plans to get me some real diapers soon."
    	"What makes you say that?" Tony asked Jay.
    	"I don't know," Jay started. "But she's gone a lot, and I know she's not
    always at work. If I didn't know better, I'd say she's been seeing someone."
    	"And why would she be so secretive about it?" I asked. "She's divorced,
    not like she has anyone to hide it from."
    	"She's not saying much. She just says that someone is going to help us out
    soon. She just doesn't want to give us any information that she doesn't quite
    know about yet."
    	We all looked at each other, trying to figure out what sort of situation
    Jay's mom might be in. All I said after looking at everyone was, "got me."
    Everyone else felt the same.
    	"In any case, she said that if things work out right, I'll have diapers,
    Thickies diapers, too. She wanted to keep it all a secret, but we've already
    picked up on something, but she just won't tell us what it is."
    	"So how was P.E.?" Tony asked me, abruptly switching the subject.
    	"It sucked," I said. "The usual shit from Hugh and Shane and those other
    pricks. I had to change my diaper before class, and I went around all shitty-
    assed while playing soccer because I didn't bother to wipe my butt thoroughly. I
    didn't want to waste a Thickies diaper that I had just put on since I haven't
    pooped in it yet, so I wore it into the shower. The tapes stayed in place."
    	"I hope you didn't get it too wet," Bryce remarked with an air of
    experience with such matters in his voice.
    	"Hugh pushed me down and my butt landed in the shower water, so it soaked
    some water up there, but there's still a lot of pissing room left in my diaper."
    	"There's not much left in mine," Tony commented. "Usually I would have
    changed by now."
    	After we finished lunch Tony went to the nurse's office to get his diaper
    changed. While he was doing this I went into the office to schedule an
    appointment with the counselor to discuss my concerns about Mr. Eastman's class.
    A few minutes later Tony came out of the nurse's office. He had a displeased
    look on his face.
    	"What's wrong?" I asked him.
    	"The nurse," he groaned. "She acted like I shouldn't be wearing diapers at
    my age."
    	"You'd think she'd understand. I mean, some boys really do need to wear
    diapers."
    	"Well, we do now, that's for sure," I said.
    	I wasn't looking forward to sixth period. I didn't do the reading
    assignment that I was supposed to do and the whole class was just going to be
    one more long and boring lecture, and I missed sitting next to Megan. Instead I
    had to sit next to Melanie, whose face must have been exposed to nuclear
    radiation. Even with just the residual poop in my diaper from what I hadn't
    wiped up earlier, Melanie was complaining about my odors.
    	"Chris, get your smelly ass away from me! You stink!" she said when she
    caught the first wave of poop smells.
    	"I can't," I said. "I have to sit here, since this is my assigned seat."
    	Ms. Watson stopped for a moment to ask what the problem was.
    	"Chris, what else?" Melanie voiced her complaint. "His diapers are
    stinking up the classroom!"
    	"Chris, do you need a diaper change?" Ms. Watson asked, saying this right
    out in the open as if she were asking any other student if he or she needed to
    go to the bathroom. The class laughed, but of course they all knew I wore
    diapers anyway. Since I didn't want to take off a partially used diaper that was
    mostly just wet, I said, "no, Ms. Watson, I'm fine."
    	"Okay, then let's not have any more disruptions. We have lots of material
    to cover," Ms. Watson stated sternly as she continued her lecture. I sat there
    and copied notes during brief moments of inspiration, but most of the time I was
    just doodling diaper boys in my notebook. I drew a picture of one boy throwing
    Melanie into a pile of his dirty diapers.
    	With about twenty minutes still left to go I felt my bowels churning once
    again. I knew it wouldn't be long before the shit would hit the fanny, and,
    having no control of my bowels anymore, I was pumping what felt like gallons of
    pureed poop into my diapers. My butt was instantly coated in diarrhea and my
    Thickies diaper was now ready to be changed.
    	I must say that in addition to the pleasures I get from loading my diapers
    anyway, it was even more pleasing to gross out Melanie. After she (and the rest
    of the class) heard a loud, wet fart discharge along with the obvious sounds of
    poop spewing out of my ass and into my diaper, the classroom erupted in
    laughter, though some of the more uptight girls such as Melanie were more
    disgusted than anything. I wasn't able to tell if the class was more amused by
    me farting so loudly, or the fact that Melanie acted so abruptly. She
    immediately stood up, picked up her materials and voluntarily moved to the very
    back corner of the room where there were a few stray desks.
    	"Class, settle down!" Ms. Watson ordered everyone. She then went to her
    desk and quickly wrote me up a hall pass. She motioned for me to get it. I
    waddled as I walked since, even with a Thickies diaper on I didn't want to walk
    too fast and leak poop into my pants, but this was what happened anyway. It
    wasn't much, just enough to make my pants stink.
    	"Melanie, Chris is leaving, you can move back up to your seat," Ms. Watson
    said.
    	"I don't care," she said. "I can smell it from here."
    	"Very well, can you see the overhead from back there?"
    	"Yes," she replied. She gave me a scowl as I was on my way out of the
    classroom. Just as I was stepping through the doorway I looked at the hall pass
    and saw that Ms. Watson only gave me ten minutes. This wasn't going to be enough
    time, so I went back into the classroom.
    	"That was fast," one kid commented.
    	"He didn't get his diaper changed yet, he still stinks," a girl commented.
    	"Chris, what's the matter?" Ms. Watson asked me impatiently.
    	"You only gave me ten minutes," I said as I held up the hall pass.
    	"I only give the *toilet-using* students five minutes," she said. "That
    should be enough time."
    	"Well, it isn't," I said. "I'm going to need longer than that."
    	"So he can jerk off," I heard one boy whisper to the others around him,
    causing a brief round of laughter. Ms. Watson apparently didn't hear this or she
    ignored it.
    	"You'd better go take care of your messy diaper, because your time started
    two minutes ago," Ms. Watson informed me. I could tell she was losing her
    patience with the problems that my diapers were causing for her class. It seemed
    that she was trying to embarrass me about it more than she used to.
    	"I had twins and I changed both of their diapers in five minutes flat,"
    she commented to the rest of the class before resuming her lecture. Meanwhile, I
    took off and headed for the locker room since I figured I would need to use the
    shower to clean myself up. I hurried to get there. I ran in between classroom
    doors, slowing down as I walked by each door that was open, much like how the
    principal in "Ferris Bueller's Day Off" did. Unfortunately this wasn't enough to
    keep myself from attracting attention. There was a long stretch of doorlessness
    in the hallway before reaching the office. Mr. Swain was coming out of the
    office when he saw me running, before I had a chance to slow down again.
    	"Walk!" he commanded. "No running in the halls!"
    	"Uh, yes sir," I said.
    	"Let me see your hall pass," he said. Dammit, my time was already
    preciously short as it was, and here Mr. Swain was delaying me. I quickly showed
    him the pass.
    	“Where’s the fire?” Mr. Swain asked me.
    	“Fire? What do you mean?” I asked naively.
    	"What's the big hurry?" he asked me, sighing.
    	As I stood there I could smell my poop odors surrounding me. I knew Mr.
    Swain had to have smelled them, too.
    	"Umm, isn't it rather obvious, Mr. Swain? With all due respect to you, of
    course," I added on quickly to avoid incurring Mr. Swain's wrath.
    	"I don't have time for your games, Mr. Barrett," he stated.
    	"Sir, I really need to change my diaper, if you must know," I said,
    sniffing the air to drop what was already an obvious, odoriferous hint.
    	"Oh yes, of course," he said, sounding disgusted upon smelling my feces.
    "The restroom is back there," he pointed behind me. "Are you lost?"
    	"No, I'm heading to the locker room," I said.
    	"Why there?" he asked, raising one eyebrow.
    	"I need to use the shower to clean up," I said. "I'm a real mess."
    	"Oh," he said. "You'd better hurry, looks like you only have five
    minutes."
    	“Can you give me another five minutes? Just like, you know, add it on, or
    something?”
    	“Nope,” he said plainly as he shook his head.
    	"Then if Ms. Watson counts me tardy, please don't count it, okay?" I
    pleaded with Mr. Swain, not that this did any good.
    	"I'd go back to class and try going again in seventh period if I were
    you," Mr. Swain said.
    	"You don't understand," I said to Mr. Swain.
    	"Of course I don't understand," he said. "I was potty trained a lo-o-ong
    time ago."
    	"Whatever," I said as Mr. Swain headed out to the front of the school
    while I headed the other direction towards the gym. I figured that if I got
    there in time I could probably be out of there before the kids from sixth period
    P.E. class came rushing in. I ran through the gym and towards the locker room.
    Some kids from one of the boys' P.E. classes looked at me, many of them
    recognizing me as I was the most well-known diaper boy in the school. I ignored
    their taunts and headed into the locker room. I went to my gym locker and
    grabbed a clean diaper out of it and then I went back to the showers. I used the
    bench in the row of lockers closest to the shower.
    	I stripped off my clothes, hurrying as much as I could. I knew I was going
    to be late no matter what, so there really was no use in trying to avoid a
    tardy. Still, I wanted to get done before the kids came back in. Next, I took
    off my soiled diaper and left it on the floor, intending to take it back over to
    my row of lockers where a disposal for used diapers was provided. With my butt
    dripping with shit, I left a trail of diarrhea droplets upon going into the
    shower. I figured all the wet feet tracking water out of the shower would dilute
    them and nobody would notice.
    	Just as I was getting my butt cleaned off I could hear the kids coming in,
    shouting and swearing and making junior-high-caliber sex jokes, slamming locker
    doors, the usual noise. When the first kids came into the shower he looked at me
    and asked me, "what are you doing here?"
    	"Umm, cleaning up," I said. “What the hell’s it look like I’m doing?!”
    	"You know, if you'd use the toilet like the rest of us, your life would be
    a lot easier, don’t you think?" he said sarcastically.
    	“Well, I guess so,” I said in a mocking tone.
    	"I've been there and back," I said, as if telling a war story to a fellow
    shell-shocked veteran. "I'm never going back to the toilet again," I told him in
    the same sort of manner.
    	"You know, you're even weirder than what everyone says about you," he said
    as I finished spraying off my backside.
    	"Nice going, diaper boy!" another kid said as he came into the shower and
    noticed the bits of poop on the floor around the drain and on the floor outside
    the shower. "Now clean your mess up!"
    	"Don't have time, sorry," I said. I picked up the clean diaper that I had
    left on the nearest bench, sitting underneath my shirt, surprised that nobody
    had taken it yet. Apparently nobody used the row of lockers closest to the
    showers for sixth period since I was the only one in that row. Kids were staring
    at me as they went by, making the expected catcalls.
    	"Hey, look, it's diaper boy!"
    	"That's my name, don't wear it out!" I shot back. It was lame, but at
    least it let them know that I liked being called "Diaper Boy."
    	After I put my shirt and my socks on I realized that my pants were
    missing.
    	"Dammit!" I exclaimed. "Some bastard stole my pants! Shit!"
    	While the other kids were getting undressed or redressed, I was going
    through the locker room in just my diaper and my shirt looking for my pants. I
    had forgotten about the soiled diaper I left on the floor.
    	"What's the matter, shit-ass?" a sixth grader asked me, which I felt was
    somewhat demeaning, being a seventh grader myself.
    	"I'm looking for my pants," I said.
    	"Gee, that's too bad, I sure hope you find them," he said, though not the
    least bit sincere, of course. A moment later Mr. Lowry saw me and he asked me
    what I was doing in the locker room and why I wasn't fully dressed. I quickly
    explained the situation to him and then told him that my pants were missing. Mr.
    Lowry then loudly blew his whistle. Standing next to him, it was shrill enough
    to make my eardrums hurt.
    	"I WANT EVERYONE'S ATTENTION RIGHT NOW!" he shouted. "EVERYBODY, QUIET!
    THOSE OF YOU IN THE SHOWERS, TURN YOUR WATER OFF! EVERYBODY STAY WHERE YOU'RE
    AT!"
    	After the locker room became silent Mr. Lowry spoke up.
    	"Nobody is going to leave this locker room until they give Chris' pants
    back to him!" he shouted angrily. Everybody looked at each other, as if to
    absolve themselves from having anything to do with the matter.
    	"Come on, one of you better step forward and confess!" he announced again.
    After some more exchanging innocent glances amid the suppressed giggles from
    seeing me in a diaper, someone finally confessed. His name was Kyle.
    	"It was me, Mr. Lowry, I'm sorry," he said. He was completely naked.
    	"Okay, go get them," Mr. Lowry ordered Kyle. The kid looked down at his
    dick and balls and then back up at Mr. Lowry. He was clearly very embarrassed
    now.
    	"Uhh, can I get dressed first, sir?" Kyle sheepishly asked Mr. Lowry.
    	"Go get them," Mr. Lowry repeated, again in a calm, but stern voice.
    	"Umm, you got a ladder?" Kyle humbly asked.
    	"Why? What did you do with Chris' pants?" Mr. Lowry asked Kyle firmly.
    Without saying a word, Kyle pointed up to the rafters. My pants were draped over
    the beam, each leg dangling high above. Without a ladder they were out of reach,
    even by Mr. Lowry, who stood over six feet tall. Mr. Lowry sighed and shook his
    head. He then sent his coaching assistant to get a stepladder from the
    maintenance staff.
    	"Everyone else, go ahead and continue getting showered and dressed," Mr.
    Lowry announced. As for you, Kyle, you can just wait right here in my office,
    and when Blaine (the coaching assistant) gets back with the ladder, you can get
    Chris' pants for him."
    	"But I don't have any clothes on!" Kyle protested. He looked so
    embarrassed. I was delighting in this so immensely. At least I had a diaper on.
    	"What are you concerned about?" Mr. Lowry asked Kyle. "There ain't no
    girls gonna come in here and see you naked as a jaybird like you are. We're all
    the same."
    	"Yes, but, I need to get to my next class!" he whined.
    	"You'll have to take a tardy," Mr. Lowry stated. "Consider it as part of
    the consequences of your actions, and I do mean 'part'."
    	At this moment I asked Mr. Lowry if he could write a short note for me to
    present to Ms. Watson explaining what had happened. While waiting for Blaine to
    get back with the ladder, Mr. Lowry quickly wrote a note for me. Since I had no
    pocket to put it in, wearing just my diaper, I stuffed it into my sock instead.
    The bell then rang and the locker room emptied out. A couple of kids wanted to
    stick around and watch Kyle climb a ladder totally naked. Mr. Lowry told them
    that this wasn't a peep show and he'd charge them admission if they wanted to
    watch (not that he would, he was just being facetious, of course).
    	Blaine came into the locker room a couple minutes with the ladder and set
    it up beneath the point where my pants were dangling.
    	"Okay, Kyle, there you go," Mr. Lowry directed the nude boy. I couldn't
    help but laugh as I stared up at Kyle, seeing his bare butt and dangling nutsack
    staring me in the face as he climbed the ladder to get my pants. I just hoped he
    wouldn't suddenly drop a turd out of his butt onto me. Whenever I see a naked
    boy's butt I always think that he will either fart or poop without warning. If
    he farted, I didn't smell it. As a group of seventh graders came in to dress
    down they also got to see what was going on. A group formed around the ladder,
    but Mr. Lowry broke it up and told everyone to get dressed down. When Kyle got
    within reach of my pants he yanked on one of the legs and said, "here! There's
    your stupid pants!"
    	"Thanks," I said. "Where's yours?" He didn't say anything as he came back
    down the ladder and scowled at me.
    	"You know, this might have worked," Blaine said as he showed me a baseball
    bat, suggesting that I could have used it to extend my reach. I would have been
    tempted to stick the bat up Kyle's naked butt while he was coming down the
    ladder.
    	"Okay, now take the ladder back," Mr. Lowry told Kyle.
    	"You're kidding!" he exclaimed. Kyle about shit his pants, that is, if he
    were wearing any.
    	"This time I am. Next time I may not be," Mr. Lowry told Kyle sternly.
    "Now go get dressed."
    	"You could have just used this, too, you know," Blaine said as he showed
    me a yardstick.
    	"Well, yeah, I guess we could have done it that way, but I think what we
    made Kyle do reinforces the policies on harassing other students in my classes,"
    Mr. Lowry said.
    	I put my pants on and thanked Mr. Lowry for helping me. I then left the
    locker room. While I had enough time to make it to my art class I had to go back
    to Ms. Watson's class first to let her know what had happened. As I was hurrying
    back I saw Megan at her locker.
    	"Hi Megan," I said.
    	"Hi, Chris," she replied. I didn't realize it until I did a double take,
    but I saw another boy standing there talking to her. No! Shit! Shit! Shit! No! I
    had enough troubles to deal with today as it was. Now some other schmuck was
    talking to my girl! Yes, Megan was "my girl", no matter how much we tried to
    declare our acquaintance with each other as "just friends."
    	I didn't have time to talk to her about this. I had to take care of other
    matters. I went into Ms. Watson's room and said, "I told you, ten minutes wasn't
    enough time."
    	"And neither was twenty," she said. "It's been twenty-five minutes."
    	"I know, and I can explain," I said as I reached down to retrieve the note
    from my sock. As I bent over to get the note the kids commented on seeing my
    diaper showing above my pants. "See, I had to put this note in my sock since I
    had no pockets, because someone took my pants, and--"
    	"Save your breath, Chris," Ms. Watson said. "You're tardy in my book. In
    fact, I should mark you truant. Now get going, you're going to be tardy for your
    next class, too."
    	I had less than a minute to get to my art class. I didn't care if anyone
    saw me running. I had to hurry. Just as the bell was ringing I dashed into my
    art class. I was trying to catch my breath as I clutched onto my shirt.
    	"What's the rush, Chris?" Angela asked me.
    	"It's a long story," I said. "I've had a shitty day."
    	"I'm sorry to hear about that," she said in a sincerely apologetic tone.
    She sounded genuinely concerned. After seeing Megan talking to that other boy, I
    needed someone to talk to. After awhile I was beginning to think about showing
    Megan up by letting her see me talking to Angela, even though she already knew
    we talked. Maybe this other kid was just a friend, like Angela was to me. It was
    a good enough rationalization to put my mind at ease. No, it wasn't. I couldn't
    concentrate on my project while thinking about Megan on top of all the other
    difficulties I had dealt with today.
    	"Angela, since you're really nice and all," I started to ask her. I then
    paused. I looked around, hoping that nobody was listening in on us.
    	"Yeah?" she inquired.
    	Well, I need someone to talk to about some things," I said after hemming
    and hawing a little.
    	"Sure," she said in a comforting voice, knowing that something was
    troubling me. "When did you want to talk?"
    	"Maybe tonight," I said. "Can I have your phone number?"
    	"Sure," she said. As she was writing it down, Paul, Mike and Joe tuned in.
    	"Ooh, exchanging phone numbers!" Paul said.
    	"I thought you liked that fat-ass chick Megan," Joe added.
    	"I do, I think," I said to myself, trying to deny what I saw and how I was
    interpreting it. I ignored the derogatory tone of his comment, even though
    Megan, of course, did have a fat ass.
    	"Are you concerned about Megan?" Angela asked me.
    	"Yeah," I said quietly, trying to keep Paul, Joe and Mike out of it.
    	"Just give me a call tonight and we can talk about it then."
    	"Thanks," I said to Angela before finishing up my project for the day. I
    was sure damn glad to hear that last bell of the day ring.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 193
    ----------------------------

    	I came home from school and greeted Cindy as I came in the door. She could
    tell from the look on my face that it wasn't a good day at school.
    	"What's wrong, Chris?" she asked me.
    	"I had a shitty day," I replied as I headed to my room as I always did for
    Cindy to change my diaper.
    	"Well, that shouldn't be unusual for you," Cindy said. "After all, you
    wear your shit around with you most of the time."
    	"I mean, it was shitty as in bad," I re-stated.
    	"What happened?" Cindy asked, sounding as concerned as I could expect from
    my sister. I had my shoes off and she was already pulling my pants down to
    change my diaper. I told her about all my teachers getting on me for causing
    distractions, and of course the incident involving having my pants tossed up
    into the rafters. Cindy started laughing when I mentioned this.
    	“What?” I said, feeling mildly offended by her suppressed giggling.
    	"I can't help it, it just sounds funny," Cindy said as she continued to
    giggle. "Besides, what do you care if you lose your pants? You hate wearing
    pants."
    	"I know, but I still have to have them for school, and I couldn't go back
    to class until I got them back. If I wouldn't get in trouble for it I'd probably
    just wear diapers around at school. Hell, it's not like it's a secret."
    	"The way you smell most of the time, Chris, it's *definitely* not a
    secret!" Cindy replied. By the time she had my diaper off she was surprised to
    see that it was only wet."
    	"Just wet, eh?" she said.
    	"I had to go clean up and change during sixth period," I explained. Cindy
    thought that I was referring to the time during my PE class when I told her that
    my pants were tossed up into the rafters. I told her about Kyle having to climb
    a ladder while completely naked to retrieve my pants.
    	"I sure wouldn't be standing below any ladder you would be on if you were
    naked, that's for sure!" Cindy remarked. Since I told her that I had the shits
    today she put some extra diapers on me, not that I really needed them. My sweat
    pants didn't even fit without sliding down to expose the top six to eight inches
    of my diapers. After this I grabbed my book bag and headed over to Cody's and
    Jordan's house.
    	On my way over I approached the house where I had the run-in with the old
    man who didn't want me picking up the acorns in his yard. I saw him outside
    raking more leaves. He was facing towards me as I came up to him. I didn't want
    to catch his attention, and my better sense told me to go over to the other side
    of the street, but I didn't think he would bother me. As I came towards him he
    suddenly stuck his rake right out in front of me, forcing me to hit the brakes.
    	"Hey!" I told him. "What did you do that for?!"
    	"Because I want to talk to you!" he said.
    	"Uh, I really don't have time, sir," I said as I looked at my watch just
    to make a gesture; I knew what time it was.
    	"Hell, you're too young to worry about not having enough time," he said.
    	"I have two boys to babysit and I have to be there in five minutes!” I
    said. "What did you want to talk to me about?"
    	"To tell you that I don't ever want to see you riding by my place again!"
    he said angrily.
    	"I'm sorry about the acorns, all right?!" I said, thinking what an ass
    this guy was just because I stole some of the squirrels' food, sheesh!
    	"I had one of your pals arrested!" the man told me, completely changing
    the subject, as it seemed. As far as I knew, none of my friends were arrested,
    and I couldn't understand what any of them would do to get in trouble with the
    law anyway.
    	"Who?" I asked.
    	"His name's Chuck; you know him?"
    	"Yeah, but he's not a friend of mine, that's for sure," I said. Now I was
    curious what was going on. I was also very pleased to hear that Chuck had been
    arrested.
    	"He's not a friend of yours?" the man asked incredulously.
    	"Not at all, he hates me; in fact, and I hate him, feeling’s mutual," I
    said. "What happened, anyway?" I asked the man. He seemed to let down his guard.
    	"I don't know what he was up to, but I caught him out on my back patio
    Saturday night. He tripped on my lawnmower and made a noise-- not much, probably
    didn't think anyone heard it, but I did-- and that's when I went out to see what
    was going on. I turned the light on and caught him red-handed. I asked him what
    the hell he was doing on my property, he didn't say anything, and he tried to
    run, but I had my gun with me, just in case, and I held him and made him come
    inside with me while I phoned the police. When the officer showed up he talked
    to Chuck and said he thought 'that diaper-wearing boy' lived here-- that must be
    you. He said he was a friend of yours and he was gonna pull some early Halloween
    prank and said he was at the wrong house. That's why I thought he was one of
    your friends. Well, the officer took him into custody, not sure what happened to
    him at that point, but it looked like he was going to start a fire or something,
    maybe light a bag of dog shit or something."
    	"Look, uhh, I'm sorry that he did that to you, sir," I said to the man. At
    the same time I had to suppress the urge to chuckle when I heard him say “dog
    shit”.
    	"Well, that's all right, I guess," the man said. "And I suppose I
    overreacted about you picking up those acorns. Tell you what, forget I said that
    you can't come by my place anymore. Since I know you're all right I'll just
    forget the whole thing. Glad we could get to an understanding about each other."
    	"Well, thanks, yeah, glad we could, because I have to come by here every
    day to go to these kids I babysit, and uhh, I really need to get going. Nice
    talking to you--"
    	The man wouldn't let me leave just yet.
    	"Now wait a minute, son, I have one more question for you."
    	"The diapers, right?" I asked him, pulling down the front of my sweat
    pants to let him see the diapers that were already showing.
    	"Just why do you wear them anyway? Didn't you ever learn to use the
    toilet?"
    	"For a little awhile I did, but I just wanted to go back to wearing
    diapers," I explained.
    	"I don't think I have ever seen a boy wearing so many diapers like that at
    once," the man said, commenting on how big and thick my diapers were.
    	"Well, this is what I wear," I said. While I would have loved to point out
    all the nice features of my thick diapers to a boy around my age, I wasn't
    really up to selling an old guy on how much fun diapers are to wear.
    	"I'm just glad they make Depends for us old-timers. You know, you get to
    be my age and you can't always make it to the toilet, so it's good to have some
    protection."
    	"Well, I'm glad they make Thickies for us young-timers," I replied. "I'm
    12 and already I can't make it to the toilet anymore, not that I'd ever try."
    	I figured this man could go on forever if I didn't make a break for it. He
    seemed like a really nice guy who liked to talk, but I didn't have time.
    	"Sir, it was nice to talk to you, but I need to get going."
    	"Okay, well, no hard feelings for the misunderstanding, I hope," he said.
    	"None at all, sir," I replied as I hurried to get to the boys' house.
    	The boys had already arrived by the time I got to their house. Already
    they had taken their pants off and were ready for me to change them into some
    much thicker cloth diapers. I told them that today we would be going to see Tony
    and Richard, the boy he babysits. The boys were excited about this since they
    really didn't get to talk to him much when we were all at the meeting last
    Saturday.
    	"Do we have to put our pants back on?" Cody asked, seeing that he had been
    diapered up too heavily for his overalls to fit.
    	"Well, as much as I would like to stay in just diapers myself, it's kind
    of chilly out there and it's a little ways to go," I said. "We'll be taking
    bikes, so this will make it faster."
    	"Our mom got us some sweatpants for us to wear over our big diapers when
    we go out," Jordan explained. He then went into the bedroom and grabbed them.
    The boys each put them on before we went out of the house. I made sure the door
    was locked before we left. The boys got their bikes and I took the lead as we
    headed up the street. I had to go slow for the boys. In fact, I followed behind
    them so that I could watch them and make sure they stayed on the sidewalk. I
    wasn't really sure if Sue would let me take the boys out like this, but I made
    sure they were safe. Besides, I enjoyed looking at their well-padded rumps on
    the seats of their bikes. Just too bad they had to be wearing those sweatpants
    because of the cooler weather. Their Thickies diapers would have still been
    exposed by several inches above their sweatpants had they not also been wearing
    their jackets.
    	About ten minutes later we arrived at Tony's house. Tony was allowed to
    pick up Richard and bring him back to his own house if this was what they chose
    to do, and they often did. Richard liked playing with Tony's old toys. While
    Tony had been expecting us (he told us he would be bringing Richard to his
    house) Richard was not. Apparently Richard had overcome his inhibitions, at
    least in Tony's presence, as he had removed his pants and was going around in
    just his diapers and a shirt. He didn't seem to mind letting Kara and her friend
    Christie to see him, either. Tony, of course, was still sporting quite a shiner
    of a black eye, and this got the boys' attention.
    	"What happened to your eye?" Jordan asked Tony.
    	"Some kid hit me," Tony explained.
    	"Why did he hit you?" Jordan asked.
    	"Because he was a jerk," came Tony's answer. This didn't really seem to
    answer the boys' question, so Tony added, "he doesn't like me or Chris because
    we wear diapers."
    	"Why wouldn't they like you because you wear diapers?" Jordan asked.
    	"Because kids like that just don't understand," Tony said. "But that's
    their problem."
    	"I see Richard has overcome some of his inhibitions," I remarked to Tony.
    I then watched Richard following Kara and Christie out to the back yard,
    waddling in just his diaper and a shirt.
    	"Yeah, he's gotten more comfortable around me, my sister and her friends,"
    Tony said. "Since he knows none of us will make fun of him for wearing diapers
    he's cool with just wearing them around in front of everyone. I think he likes
    the attention, too."
    	"Where are they going?" I asked Tony.
    	"Just out to the back yard to play in the leaves," Tony said.
    	"Can we go play in the leaves?" Cody asked me.
    	"Yeah, can we?" Jordan followed.
    	"Well, as long as you don't get yourselves dirty," I said. "As for your
    sweatpants, I know of a good way to keep those from getting dirty." With this I
    told the boys they could remove their sweatpants and go around in just their
    diapers like the rest of us boys were doing. I took mine off as well.
    	"It might be a little chilly out there," I told the boys.
    	"That's okay, because we got LOTS OF DIAPERS on to keep our butts warm!"
    Cody said as he swatted his diapered butt several times.
    	"Won't do much good for the legs," I said. I then turned to Tony and said,
    "unless you're talking about the third leg, of course." Tony and I laughed.
    	"Come on, let's go join 'em," I suggested.
    	"I can't really move too much, remember?" Tony said, reminding me of the
    bruises he had from his run-in with Steve.
    	"Oh yeah," I said.
    	"In fact, I need to ask you to do me a favor," Tony said. "That's why I
    wanted you to come over here after school."
    	"Sure," I said. "I mean, it wasn't just for me to come pick up my 'lucky
    stick', was it?"
    	"No, I figured you could do without it for a few days," Tony said. "Since
    I got kicked around so much it hurts for me to try jacking off, so I needed
    someone to take care of it for me."
    	"Of course," I said. "You want me to do more than that?"
    	"Nah, besides, you have all those diapers on, anyway," Tony remarked.
    "Would you really, you know, still do it, if you could?"
    	"I don't see why not," I said. "I don't think I'll be doing it with Megan
    any time soon."
    	"What makes you say that?" Tony asked me.
    	"I saw her talking to another boy in the hall today."
    	"Don't let that concern you," Tony said. "Boys and girls talk to each
    other all the time. You talk to that one girl in your art class, right?"
    	"Yeah, I guess you're right," I said to Tony. "He just seemed like he was
    more than just wanting to talk to her."
    	"Did he have a hard-on or something?" came Tony's next question.
    	"I don't know, I didn't look. Besides, I was in too much of a hurry that I
    would have noticed anyway."
    	"Come on, let's go to my room," Tony said. "Let's do it while the boys are
    all pre-occupied."
    	Tony went into his room and lay on his bed. I could see his stiff dick
    tenting the front of his diaper.
    	"Man, that has to suck, being too sore to jack off," I commented.
    	"Especially when you're almost thirteen years old," Tony remarked. "I
    wasn't about to ask Kara to do it, and I really don't think it would be right to
    ask Richard. I'm surprised he's going around in just his diapers as it is."
    	Even though Tony and I had jacked each other off lots of times before, it
    was usually spontaneous, that is, we'd read diaper stories to each other and
    then start rubbing each other's diapers as it was just the natural thing to do.
    We never discussed it in advance before like this, so I felt rather awkward.
    	"Well, uhh, you want anything special?" I asked Tony.
    	"Yeah, turn your butt towards me and sit on my hard-on and rub your butt
    back and forth over it," Tony requested.
    	"With the diaper on, right?" I asked.
    	"Yeah, Kara changed me after school and it will be awhile before I'll need
    to take it off anyway," Tony said.
    	"Not if you have the shits like I had today," I said. "In fact, I'm still
    pooping. I shit these diapers on the way over here from Cody's and Jordan's
    house."
    	I was getting hard just thinking about getting to help Tony relieve his
    sexual feelings. I positioned myself with my knees to either side of Tony and
    then, while squatting, I lowered my butt down onto the front of his diaper. He
    asked me to be careful about his bruised sides. I then started scooting my butt
    back and forth over Tony. He sighed with pleasure as he felt his urges being
    satisfied at last. He wanted to come quickly since he didn't want the boys to
    come in from the outside and catch us in the act. Since it was cool outside and
    the boys had no pants on they probably wouldn't be spending much time in the
    back yard.
    	"Oh yes, here it comes, yes!" Tony exclaimed as he ejaculated. He told me
    to rub the front of his diaper as vigorously as I could until he told me to
    stop.
    	"Okay...okay...that's enough...that's it," Tony said as I continued to rub
    his erect but now softening penis through his diaper. I wanted to make sure he
    got his money (shot)'s worth.
    	"That's enough, Chris," he told me, stating that his dick was starting to
    hurt now.
    	"There, how was that?" I asked Tony. He was breathing hard and his face
    was red. I could see sweat on his forehead.
    	"That was good, Chris, thanks, I really needed that," he told me.
    	"Now I gotta take care of myself after that," I said. I went to Tony's
    window and saw the boys playing in the leaves with the girls. I saw Cody and
    Jordan bending over showing off their diaper butts. It was as if they knew I was
    watching and purposely putting on a show for me. As I watched them playing and
    imagined them loading their big white diapers full of poop I stroked myself and
    humped up against the wall beneath the window. The volume of my thick, heavy,
    soft and tight diapers provided plenty of stimulatory motion around my stiff
    penis. Between these two actions I brought myself to orgasm and got it out of my
    system, at least until later tonight. I didn't jack off while standing up very
    often, so after I made myself come I felt my knees buckling under my weight as
    my entire body felt weak and flaccid after enjoying the orgasm so much. I had to
    lie down on the floor for a few minutes until I got some strength back in my
    legs.
    	As expected the boys came back into the house a few minutes later. They
    huddled themselves around the heat register to get their legs warmed up. Tony
    and I managed to keep ourselves warm for the moment without aid of a heater. The
    girls them came in and offered us all some hot chocolate. We all agreed this
    sounded good. Christie then told us that her mother was definitely having a boy.
    His due date was set to be January 2.
    	"I'm well trained to change his diapers," Christie commented as she
    mentioned having changed Tony's diapers several times. "I'm just glad I won't
    have a bunch of pins and individual diapers to remove every time."
    	"Well, you see, when you do that, you don't have to change diapers for a
    long time because there's so much material there," I said as I pointed out all
    the material in my diapers."
    	"You don't want to be doing that with babies," Christie said. "Their skin
    is really sensitive. I'm surprised you don't get more rashes with you wearing
    all those diapers for so long between changes."
    	"Cindy uses lots of powder, oil, lotion, whatever she decides to use on
    me," I said. "I still get rashes sometimes, though."
    	It was getting close to 5:00 and I wanted to get the boys back home. Tony
    also had to get Richard back to his place soon, so we decided to leave at that
    point. I took my "lucky stick" with me. The boys asked me why it was called my
    lucky stick. I didn't tell them that it saved me from getting my ass kicked by
    Chuck, so I just told them that I felt lucky when I carried it. We put our
    sweatpants back on and headed back to the boys' house. They still got their
    jackets dirty from playing in the leaves, so I threw them in the wash. For the
    rest of the time until Sue returned home the boys just played with their toys
    while I tried to get some reading done for Social Studies. After Sue came home I
    headed back for home myself.
    	After I got settled in Mom handed me a big, fat envelope that came in
    today's mail.
    	"This is for you, Chris," Mom said, explaining that it was sent by
    registered mail and that my Mom had been authorized to sign for it.
    	"Must be pretty important, whatever it is," my Mom said. I looked at and
    saw that while it bore the name CKM Products, it also had Linda White's name in
    the return address, something I usually didn't see. I was really curious,
    especially as the envelope felt thick. I grabbed a butter knife from the kitchen
    to open the envelope.
    	“Do you have any idea what it might be?” Mom asked me.
    	“I don’t know, but I’m going to open it and check it right now,” I said as
    I anxiously traipsed off to my bedroom.
    	"Dinner will be ready in a few minutes," Mom told me as I headed back to
    my room to find out what was in the envelope. I sat down at my desk and turned
    on the lamp. With nervous anticipation I pulled out the contents of the
    envelope, wondering what it could possibly be and why it was so important to
    have been sent by registered mail. Before I had a chance to unfold and read the
    letter a brochure fell away from the stack and landed face up on my desk. The
    cover graphics surely got my attention. The brochure was prominently titled
    "WEAR THE PANTS". There were also two insignias. One insignia was made from the
    female sex icon (the circle with the cross) with an extension below the cross
    resembling two legs clad in jeans. The icon part was magenta while the "pants"
    were blue. An accompanying insignia for the male sex icon (with the arrow
    pointing) was designed to resemble a diaper pin. Opposite the arrow was a design
    in the shape of a diaper pin closure. The entire insignia was blue with the
    exception of the head of the diaper pin, which was white.
    	As if the insignias didn't get my attention, the two girls and the boy
    modeling together on the cover sure did. A long-haired brunette girl who looked
    to be about 14 was clad in tight blue jeans accenting her posterior. She was
    sticking her rear end towards the camera in order to make it stand out more. The
    other girl, a blonde also with long, straight hair, looked to be twelve. She was
    wearing some high-cut denim shorts, high enough to expose her lower buttocks.
    Each of the girls had the female insignia embroidered onto the pockets of their
    jeans. They were also wearing T-shirts prominently bearing the female insignia.
    	As for the boy, he was wearing a plain white shirt with the male insignia
    on it. It was very obvious that according to this brochure the "Wear the Pants"
    only applied to girls, as the boy was wearing none at all. Instead, he was clad
    in some very, very thick diapers with lots of pins in them. They had to be
    Thickies diapers as, besides being so thick, they were padded even more in the
    seat (he was also shown from behind) and they came up very high on the boy's
    body. His shirt was even shortened in order to expose the rise of the diapers,
    as those of us who wore Thickies diapers have been told how we should always
    wear our shirts. All of the subjects had their heads turned to the camera. The
    girls stood on either side of the boy, each of them holding onto him by his
    arms. The girls looked like they could easily strut about with their long,
    slender legs, while the boy had his legs forced apart by the big, thick diapers
    he had on his butt.
    	I then poured out the remainder of the envelope’s contents. A shrink-
    wrapped package containing several more copies of the brochure was included,
    along with a handbook with the same insignias printed on the front and the “Wear
    the Pants” header and “Official Handbook”, much like the official handbook that
    was issued to all members of the Diaper Boys of America. At the bottom of the
    cover was the familiar “Diaper Boys of America” logo, or insignia, and the words
    “A DBA-sanctioned organization.” I quickly thumbed through the pages to get a
    glimpse of what all of this was about. I knew I could forget doing homework
    tonight, no matter how much my Mom nagged me to do it.
    	As much as I wanted to start reading the brochure to find out what this
    was all about, I was so engrossed by the picture on the cover that I couldn't
    turn away from it. I was busy stroking myself so vigorously while looking at the
    picture. It rivaled even the best pictures that had been taken of me posing in
    my super thick diapers while accompanied by my two pants-, shorts- or swimwear-
    clad sisters. While I was looking at it I totally tuned out everything around
    me. I didn't even hear Cindy approaching when she came into my bedroom and
    caught me rubbing myself while looking at the brochure.
    	"Supper's ready," she announced. I about jumped out of my skin as Cindy
    startled me.
    	"Shit!" I said as I clutched onto my chest. Cindy was giggling, not just
    because she was amused by my reaction, but also because she once again caught me
    masturbating. While it was no secret to anyone in the family that I was a
    habitual jacker-offer with my diapers, it was still something I preferred to do
    in private.
    	"What are you looking at?" Cindy asked me.
    	"Just some information I got today," I replied.
    	"Chris! Come and eat!" I heard Mom holler.
    	"You can look at it after we're done," Cindy said as she grabbed onto my
    arm to prod me along. She pushed on my butt as she scooted me into the bathroom
    to wash my hands.
    	"I can handle washing my own hands, you know," I told Cindy.
    	"I'm sure you can, but I just want to make sure that you do, especially
    after seeing what you were doing with them."
    	"Funny," I said.
    	"At least you can't leave snail tracks on your bed wearing all those
    diapers," she commented while waiting for me to finish washing my hands. After I
    got settled down at the dinner table and started eating Dad had to tell me to
    slow down and mind my manners. I wanted to finish eating so that I could go back
    and read that brochure.
    	"What's the big hurry, son?" he asked me.
    	"Got lots to do," I said, making Dad think that I was referring to
    homework.
    	"Well, at least taste the food, okay?" Dad replied.
    	"Yes, Dad," I said as I resumed eating the roast chicken that Mom made for
    us tonight.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 194
    ----------------------------

    	After I had finished eating dinner I immediately returned to my bedroom to
    continue looking at the information that Linda had sent to me. As I went down
    the hall I heard my dad say, “he must have a lot of homework to do.”
    	“It isn’t homework, I can assure you,” my Mom replied. I took this as a
    warning that my mom would probably check in on me to make sure I was working on
    something from school. I returned to my desk and picked up where I had left off.
    I figured that I should read the enclosed letter first:

    Dear Chris,

    I have enclosed in this packet some materials pertaining to the proposed group
    for girls called Wear the Pants. Wear the Pants is a newly formed group of girls
    who represent the collective sisterhood of the boys who wear diapers and belong
    to the existing Diaper Boys of America organization. Please take a moment to
    read your personal copy of the Wear the Pants brochure and the handbook, both of
    which describe the club’s purposes in more detail. The handbook covers every
    aspect of the club and is modeled after the handbook currently used for the
    Diaper Boys of America.

    A pack of 100 brochures has been enclosed. These are for you to distribute to
    the girls in your school and in other areas where you can reach out to the
    greatest number of girls. A case containing 1,000 more brochures has also been
    sent and will arrive shortly. Two “Hey Girls! Ask Me About ‘Wear the Pants’!”
    promotional button pins have been enclosed to help you initiate the campaign.
    Two promotional T-shirts will also be sent with the larger brochures package. I
    encourage you to wear these pins and these shirts everywhere you go.

    All other Club Directors and Assistant Directors have received these materials
    and will receive the other materials mentioned above. Please encourage all the
    sisters of the boys who are currently enrolled in your chapter of the DBA to
    join Wear the Pants. Use the remaining brochures to promote this club throughout
    your neighborhood and your community.

    We are launching an aggressive campaign to sign up as many girls as we can for
    Wear the Pants. The number of girls who have shown interest in assisting the
    Diaper Boys of America with its mission to promote diapers for boys has far
    exceeded our expectations, which is why Wear the Pants was formed. By getting
    more girls involved, we at KCM Products feel confident that we can further boost
    the sales of Thickies diapers. More importantly, though, we feel that girls can
    further increase the general public’s awareness of and acceptance towards boys
    wearing diapers at any age and for any reason.

    This is why an incentive program is being offered. For every girl you sign up
    (yes, your sisters are eligible) you earn points for your chapter and for
    yourself. All of your currently enrolled members also earn points for the
    chapter and for themselves. For individual members, earning points entitles them
    to free diapers. For each chapter, earning points will go towards establishing a
    permanent, dedicated facility that could be shared by any chapter located within
    a given community or locale.

    	The remainder of the letter included instructions on how to ensure that we
    each received proper credit for the girls we could get signed up for Wear the
    Pants (WTP). They were quite serious about all this! I was so excited to see
    that girls would now have official representation in the growing DBA
    organization. No longer just “assistants” to the club, they now had a club of
    their own. Of course I had many questions running through my mind: Would WTP
    meetings be held in conjunction with DBA meetings? Would such meetings be
    combined or be separate? Could girls whose brothers were not members of the DBA
    still sign up for WTP? Were these girls expected to pay dues as well? And most
    of all, just what exactly would WTP members be doing to promote boys wearing
    diapers? I figured at least some of these questions could be answered in the
    brochure. I picked up my personal copy of the brochure (what made it different
    from the others, I had no idea yet) and began reading it. Just as I settled down
    to read it after gazing over the photo on the front again my Mom knocked on my
    door.
    	“Yes?” I answered.
    	“Are you working on homework?” Mom asked me. Quickly, I reached into my
    book bag and grabbed the first book that my hands touched and set it on the
    desk. I then opened it to make it look like I was studying.
    	“Yes, Mom, I am.”
    	My mom then opened the door.
    	“From what I could hear I’ll bet you weren’t a second ago.”
    	“I was, too!” I replied. My mom then gave me her “Don’t lie to me!” look.
    	“Okay, I wasn’t,” I admitted.
    	“I didn’t think so,” Mom replied. She saw the contents of the envelope
    strewn out all over my desk.
    	“Sorry,” I cringed.
    	“You remember what we have talked about.”
    	“Yes, Mom,” I replied impatiently, sighing and rolling my eyes. Mom didn’t
    approve of me doing this, but she knew that scolding me for it would make things
    worse, so she let it go, though not completely.
    	“I want to make sure you know what we have talked about,” Mom pressed.
    	“I know that I have to keep my grades up if I want to continue
    babysitting.”
    	“Yes, that’s right, Chris. And what else?”
    	“Uhh, that I have to keep my grades up to keep the club going?”
    	“Uhh huh, and what else?”
    	“Uhhh...uhhh...gee, uhh, I guess that’s it,” I said as I stared down at my
    dangling feet.
    	“Sleepovers,” Mom said.
    	“Really?” I said, surprised, as I had not recalled hearing anything being
    said about this.
    	“Watching TV, playing on the computer, using the telephone, though that
    last one seems to apply more to your sisters.”
    	“When did all this start?” I asked, thinking my mom was just adding it all
    on.
    	“Chris, that’s the way it’s always been. You’re forgetting that we have
    always made it a rule in this house. Bad grades means a loss of privileges until
    such grades are brought up again!”
    	“Oh yeah, that’s right, I suppose.”
    	“Yes, it is right, Chris.”
    	“But what if I’m trying, but I’m having trouble anyway?”
    	“Then we’d deal with it accordingly.”
    	“Well, what about Cindy?” I asked my Mom.
    	“What about her? This has nothing to do with Cindy, or Lisa.”
    	“I mean, why didn’t Cindy lose her privileges when she said she was going
    to flunk math?”
    	“Because, she was having trouble with math a couple years ago, so we had
    her go to a tutor after school. Cindy knew that she had to do this or she would
    lose her privileges. She brought her grade up and she’s doing just fine in math
    now.”
    	I sat still for a moment, knowing that my Mom would ask me about how I am
    doing in some of my classes, especially Mr. Eastman’s Reading class.
    	“But that’s not what this is about,” my Mom continued. “You don’t have any
    trouble, at least none of your teachers have told me, anyway. You’re quite an
    intelligent boy, Chris, you really are.”
    	“Thanks, mom, glad you think that way,” I said, taking it as a compliment.
    	“Chris, you are intelligent. I know you can read and write very well. I
    have to admit the diaper stories you write aren’t exactly wholesome, but they do
    tell me and your dad that you have the brains to do your schoolwork, and you’re
    just not doing it.”
    	“How do you know?!” I shouted defensively.
    	“Chris, calm down!” my mom warned, putting her hand on my shoulder. “You
    want your dad to come in here?”
    	“No,” I replied.
    	“Mr. Eastman called me today,” my Mom said.
    	“That tattle-tale!” I complained, slamming my fist on the desk. I wanted
    to say more, but with mom there I couldn’t speak what was truly on my mind.
    	“He’s not a tattle-tale, Chris. Now calm down!”
    	“All right, I’ll do my best,” I sighed. Mom resumed.
    	“Mr. Eastman called. Again. He told me that he gave a test today-“
    	“It was a pop quiz!” I interrupted, trying to retain my composure. “He
    sprang it on us by surprise!”
    	“Quiz, test, doesn’t matter. He said that you failed it. Badly.”
    	“So did everybody else!” I said.
    	“It doesn’t matter if everyone else failed it, Chris! What matters is that
    *you* failed it!”
    	“Did he tell you everyone else bombed it?” I asked Mom.
    	“No, but forget about everyone else!” my Mom said.
    	“He gave the test on a Monday, a *Monday* for crying out loud! Did he
    really and truly expect us to study over the weekend?!”
    	“Apparently, yes, he did.”
    	“Well, that’s pretty stupid, if you ask me,” I said.
    	“You may think it’s stupid Chris, but that doesn’t excuse you from what is
    expected of you!”
    	“So I can write diaper stories. I’m pretty good at math. I think I’m good
    at most other things I do in school. Why do I have to take some stupid Reading
    class?”
    	“You just have to, Chris. All your life you’re going to be expected to do
    things you may not want to do. What don’t you like about the class?”
    	“It’s boring, and Mr. Eastman is just, uhh, he’s, he’s anal retentive.”
    	“So is my supervisor, Chris. It doesn’t mean I don’t still try, and that’s
    what I am asking you to do. Just keep in mind what’s at stake here.”
    	“So what does this mean? I have to stop babysitting? I can’t run the
    diaper club anymore?”
    	“It will, if you don’t start doing some of your schoolwork, Chris! Parent-
    teacher conferences are coming up, and if you don’t have at least a C in that
    Reading class, then you WILL lose those privileges!”
    	“Aww, Mom!”
    	“I mean it, Chris!”
    	“But what if I have all As in the other classes?”
    	“Doesn’t matter. A low grade is a low grade. And I know you don’t have all
    As.”
    	“I have an A in math. And I think I have an A in art class.”
    	“I’m sure you do, Chris. Just to make sure you will do your schoolwork
    tonight, I’m going to confiscate these things you’re looking at.”
    	“No, no, no, Mom!” I said as I hovered over my desk, guarding the
    materials I received in the mail.”
    	“Chris, let me have them.”
    	“Will I get them back?”
    	“Once you show me that you have completed your studies, I will.”
    	“But it will be bedtime by then!”
    	“Then you can look at them tomorrow, *after* your schoolwork is done!
    Aren’t you supposed to be doing it while you babysit?”
    	“Yeah, but I like playing with the boys,” I said.
    	“Whatever. Just keep in mind, the play time you spend there will take away
    from your play time at home. We all have 24 hours in a day, so you need to learn
    to manage your time better. Now, give me the envelope and everything that was in
    it.”
    	“Yes, mom,” I sighed. Having resigned myself to a night of boring
    studying, I gathered up the brochures, the letter and the handbook and put them
    in the envelope for Mom. As Mom got up to leave my bedroom I followed her out.
    	“Do you need something else, Chris?” Mom asked me. She knew damn well I
    wasn’t heading for the bathroom.
    	“Yeah, I wanna call Tony.”
    	“In an hour, you can take a break and call Tony then,” Mom said as she
    continued walking down the hall into the living room.
    	“Then can I get something to drink?” I asked.
    	“Go ahead,” Mom said. “I know you won’t need to take any bathroom breaks.”
    	I wound up the kitchen timer I had on my desk so I would know when the
    hour was up. I put on some headphones and played Stone Temple Pilots and began
    studying. The hour seemed to pass by more quickly than I thought it would. I got
    up and went out to the living room to tell Mom that my hour was up and wanted to
    know if I could call Tony. Mom said I could go ahead and give him a call. When I
    looked for the cordless phone it was off its base. Grumbling, I asked Mom where
    the phone was.
    	“Where do you think it usually is?” Mom asked. I knew this meant one
    thing-- my sisters’ bedroom.
    	“Just use the kitchen phone,” Mom suggested. I wanted privacy, so I wanted
    the cordless. I went back to my sisters’ room. I knocked on the door. There must
    been a way that I knocked so that it was distinguishable from the way my parents
    knocked on their door, because my sisters always knew it was me.
    	“Go away!” I heard Cindy shout. I could hear her talking on the phone.
    Again. Dammit! I knocked again.
    	“I said go away!” Cindy shouted.
    	“How did you know it was me?” I asked. The girls would never talk that way
    if they knew it were mom and dad, that is, unless they were mad at them.
    	“One, you knock louder, faster and a lot more than Mom or Dad do; you act
    like you’re gonna beat the door down. Two, I can hear those plastic pants of
    yours rustling a mile away! Three, I can smell your diapered butt ten miles
    away!”
    	Cindy then returned to her phone conversation.
    	“Anyway, sorry for the interruption. My stinky-butt brother was pestering
    me again,” I could hear her talking.
    	“I need to use the phone, Cindy!”
    	“Use it when I’m done!” she shouted.
    	“Yeah, and the battery will probably be dead again,” I said to myself.
    “When’s that going to be?” I asked Cindy.
    	“I dunno!” she said.
    	“Shit!” I huffed in frustration. I knew there was no point trying to pry
    the phone out of her hands. I had to call Tony. I wanted Mom to tell Cindy to
    get off the phone so I could make my call.
    	“Mom! Cindy won’t get off the phone!” I complained.
    	“You’ll have to wait your turn, dear,” Mom told me.
    	“But I can’t!” I said, lightly stomping my feet while turning around in
    circles.
    	“Yes, you can,” Dad said as he was watching football on TV.
    	“Cindy’s always using the phone! Why doesn’t she get her own phone line?”
    I complained. This wasn’t the first time I had brought up this suggestion and
    discussed it.
    	“Because we wouldn’t want her talking on it all day, which is what she
    would do.”
    	“She’s on it all day anyway!” I said.
    	“No, she’s not, Chris. She’s gets up to one hour a day,” Mom said.
    	“Since when?”
    	“Since we made it a rule,” Dad replied.
    	“Well, how long has she been on?” I asked.
    	“About twenty minutes,” Mom said, looking at a kitchen timer like the one
    I had.
    	“Great,” I sighed.
    	“Are you finished with your studying?” Mom asked me.
    	“Well, no. I’m just taking a break like you said I could do in an hour.”
    	“So just go back and study some more while you’re waiting,” Dad suggested.
    	“I won’t be able to concentrate on it,” I said as I started to retreat to
    my bedroom. It then occurred to me that I could go next door and call Tony from
    Derek’s house. I did an about-face and went back out to the front room. I
    slipped on my shoes and then put on my jacket. I was still in just my super
    thick diapers, of course.
    	“Where are you going?” Dad asked.
    	“Next door to see if I call Tony from there,” I replied.
    	“Can’t it wait, Chris?” Mom asked me.
    	“Not really,” I said.
    	“Fine, but don’t be gone more than fifteen minutes,” Mom told me. Lisa,
    who was in the kitchen doing some studying of her own, said, “Why don’t you call
    first, before going over there?”
    	“Very funny, Lisa,” I said dryly. I then headed for the front door.
    	“Chris, it’s 29 degrees; at least put some sweats on,” My Dad said.
    	“Well, it’s only 29 feet to walk over there, give or take a little,” I
    said. Clad in a jacket and diapers, I went to Derek’s house and rang the
    doorbell.
    	“Hi Chris,” Derek’s mom greeted me. “Aren’t you cold?”
    	“My legs are, but my butt’s plenty warm.” I replied as I was invited in.
    	“Derek and Steven are taking a bath right now; hope you don’t mind
    waiting,” his mom said.
    	“Actually, I just needed to use your phone,” I said.
    	“Jennie’s on it right now; she’ll be right off in a moment.”
    	I sighed in frustration, rolling my eyes. How great this world would be if
    everyone had his or her own personal phone.
    	“Is the phone out next door?” Derek’s mom asked me.
    	“No, but my sisters are always using it.”
    	“Of course. They’re teenagers, and teenagers and phones go hand in hand,
    especially teenage girls. Jennie’s just getting a head start.”
    	A moment later Jennie came into the front room.
    	“Hi Chris,” she said. “Derek should be out any minute.”
    	“Actually, I came to use your phone,” I said.
    	“Let me get it,” Jennie said. A moment later she handed me their cordless
    phone.
    	“Thanks,” I said as I took the phone, still warm from Jennie’s handling of
    it. I dialed Tony’s number. With everyone else’s sisters using the phone I
    expected a busy signal. As Kara was only nine years old, she probably wasn’t
    making very many phone calls yet. Tony picked up when I called.
    	“Tony, did you get anything in your mail today?”
    	“The ‘Wear the Pants’ stuff? Yeah, I got that,” he said.
    	“Have you had a chance to look at it?” I asked Tony.
    	“Oh yeah, been reading it. What do you think of it?”
    	“It looks great, but I haven’t gotten to read much of it yet. My mom’s
    been making me study first, and I probably won’t get to look at it tonight.”
    	“That sucks,” Tony said.
    	“Say, can you bring your envelope to school tomorrow, so I can look at it
    there?”
    	“Sure, Chris,” Tony said. “In fact, I planned to do that anyway. I want to
    see how many girls we can get signed up for the ‘Wear the Pants’ club. I know
    you’d want to get right on it. Why can’t you bring your envelope?”
    	“My mom confiscated it so I’d have to study. I’ll ask her for it back
    before I go to school,” I said. Tony and I spoke for a few minutes more. Knowing
    my mom and dad were expecting me to head back soon, I told Tony I’d see him in
    school tomorrow and then hung up. At this moment, Derek and Steven came out of
    the bathroom. Both of them were completely naked. The boys were surprised to see
    me there, but being boys, they weren’t ashamed of me seeing them naked. They
    asked me what I was doing and explained that I had to make a phone call to Tony
    because Cindy was hogging the phone. Both boys assumed their positions on the
    floor and prepared to get diapered. Jennie and her mom had their diapers ready
    to go. Two tall stacks of thick, bulky gleaming white diapers and two large
    pairs of plastic pants awaited their butts. Derek’s mom diapered him while
    Steven was diapered up by Jennie. While Jennie was diapering her littlest
    brother she asked me what the “Wear the Pants” club was about, as she had heard
    me talking about it on the phone to Tony.
    	“It’s a new club for the sisters whose brothers are members of the DBA,” I
    said. “I wish I could have brought over the materials, but right now my Mom has
    them.”
    	“Am I allowed to join?” Jennie asked me.
    	“Well, you’re a girl, and you are wearing pants, and you have brothers who
    wear diapers, so I’d say you’re qualified,” I said. “I’ll bring you a membership
    application tomorrow, as long as my mom gives me my stuff back.”
    	“What do you mean?”
    	“My mom took the materials away from me so I’d do my studying,” I said. I
    stayed to watch the boys get diapered. As Derek’s mom was busy diapering Derek,
    and Jennie knew I liked to stroke myself while watching the boys get diapered, I
    wasn’t the least bit subtle about massaging my dick while seeing Derek’s and
    Steven’s diapers get thicker and thicker. Finally, the plastic pants went on and
    then their short plain white T-shirts. Jennie then continued by pinning their
    shirts and diapers together. While she was doing this I told Derek and Steven
    about the club for girls.
    	“You don’t mean diapers, do you?” Derek asked.
    	“No, no, not at all!” I assured Derek. “The club is called ‘Wear the
    Pants’, so it’s for girls who DON’T wear diapers and wear pants because they
    can, since they don’t have big diapers getting in the way. I’m going to show
    your sister some things tomorrow and she’s gonna sign up for it.”
    	By this time I realized about twenty minutes had passed and I had better
    get back home.
    	“See you tomorrow,” I said as I headed out the door into the cold, foggy
    evening that had descended upon us.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 195
    ----------------------------

    	I returned home and resumed my studies. For the next hour or so I read
    through my books and answered some question worksheets. After an hour had passed
    I finally got my precious ten minutes of break time from my homework to call
    Tony. Naturally the phone was in Cindy’s bedroom. It was still warm and smelled
    of her perfume when I got a hold of it.
    	“Hey Tony,” I said glumly as he answered.
    	“What’s wrong?” Tony asked.
    	“Guess...”
    	“Uh, I dunno, what?”
    	“That Mr. Eastman-- he's such a dick! He called my Mom at work and told
    her what happened.”
    	“What? The surprise test thing?”
    	“Yes,” I groaned. “He told her that I flunked the test he gave today. He
    must have called everyone’s parents since we all bombed the test.”
    	“So what did your mom and dad do?” Tony asked.
    	“They’re making me study and do all my homework, and they say they won’t
    let me do anything with the club if my grades slip. My mom even took away that
    packet of brochures and won’t let me look at it until I’m done with my
    homework.”
    	“So just tell your mom you’re finished,” Tony suggested.
    	“It’s not that easy, Tony. If I don’t bring my grades up in that stupid
    class, I don’t know what I’m going to do! I can’t let the diaper club go!”
    	“Well, you know I could always run it, and I know the other boys would
    understand.”
    	“I know, Tony, but, it’s not that. Diapers are my life! I’m dedicated to
    getting more boys into diapers and helping boys enjoy their diapers; that’s my
    mission in life!”
    	“It’s not like you’d be out of the club forever, even if you failed the
    class.”
    	“I’d do whatever it took to make sure I helped keep the club going. I’d
    never let the other boys down.”
    	“So what would you do?” Tony asked me.
    	“Hold the meetings in secret,” I replied.
    	“We have meeting on weekends anyways, so why would it be a problem then?”
    Tony asked.
    	“Knowing my parents, they’d probably make me do homework on the weekends.”
    	“They wouldn’t make you do it all day, would they?”
    	“Probably not, but they’d probably ground me so that I couldn’t go out of
    the house and attend diaper club meetings.”
    	“We’ll work something out if we have to. I might have to call a meeting on
    my own so the other boys and I can talk about how to have a meeting without your
    mom and dad knowing, in case it comes to that.”
    	Tony and I continued to talk about the grim prospects that I faced. After
    nine minutes had elapsed mom poked her head through my bedroom door and said,
    “one minute, Chris.”
    	“See what I mean?” I told Tony, explaining to him that my phone time was
    being rigidly timed.
    	“Well, I’d better hang up. Talk to you tomorrow,” I said to Tony before I
    returned to my schoolwork. I spent another half hour on it and decided I had
    enough for the night. I told my mom I was done. She took my word for it and
    decided I could enjoy the rest of my evening.
    	“Can I have my brochures back?” I asked mom. She got up and retrieved the
    envelope whose contents I had started to look at earlier.
    	“I looked at one of those brochures,” Mom told me as she handed them to
    me. I was curious what she thought of the idea of bringing girls into the group
    to encourage boys to wear diapers, so I asked her.
    	“If you can find any girls who are willing to commit to your cause, more
    power to you,” she said.
    	“What about Lisa and Cindy?”
    	“Lisa, probably not, but I think Cindy would be interested.”
    	“Can I ask Cindy about it?”
    	“Go ahead.”
    	“Will you let Cindy join?”
    	“As long as her involvement doesn’t interfere with her studies. You have
    to remember, Cindy’s growing up, too, so she’s starting to develop her own
    social interests.”
    	“So much the better!” I exclaimed gleefully. “She could get all her
    friends to join, too!”
    	“Not all her friends have brothers who wear diapers. In fact, most of them
    who do have brothers *don’t* wear diapers.”
    	“So much more the reason to get them to join!”
    	“Do what you want to do, Chris. Just don’t count on every girl being as
    eager to see boys in diapers as Cindy.”
    	“I know Gina would join,” I said as mom returned to the kitchen.
    	“Then there you go, Chris.”
    	I retreated to my bedroom eager to look at the brochures, idly rubbing my
    erection through my diapers in anticipation. I could have written it myself as
    it touched on every aspect of my thinking on the differences between boys and
    girls and their respective roles when it comes to diapers. I read the other
    supplementary information that came with the brochures. Here is what the
    introductory paragraph to the brochure read:

    Welcome to Wear The Pants! Wear the Pants is a newly formed group of girls who
    represent the collective sisterhood of the boys who wear diapers and belong to
    the existing Diaper Boys of America organization. In case you are not familiar
    with the Diapers Boys of America, this organization strongly advocates the use
    of diapers by boys as an alternative to using toilets. The organization promotes
    for boys the many benefits and pleasures of wearing diapers, completely
    eliminating the responsibilities that come with being expected to use a toilet.
    Many boys very much enjoy wearing and using diapers, and studies and surveys
    have shown that more boys would wear and use diapers if diapers in their sizes
    were more readily available to them, and if such boys did not fear how their
    parents, families, friends, classmates and other peers might react to them
    engaging in this seemingly unusual activity. These studies also show that many
    boys would relinquish their responsibilities with expecting to use the toilet if
    they could wear diapers instead. DBA’s goal is to overcome the social and
    cultural taboos and stigmas that make this activity unusual and not widely
    accepted in the first place.

    Because of the rapidly rising success of Diaper Boys of America, the
    organization has initiated a campaign to establish a companion organization
    aimed towards girls. The girls who join Wear the Pants are not expected to wear
    and use diapers, hence the group’s name. In fact, the girls who join this group
    conduct themselves in a fashion that is completely opposite to that of DBA,
    namely, that they wear pants (or shorts, or in some cases, nothing), use the
    toilet and practice good hygiene habits, which they can flaunt by the way they
    dress. While the same studies have shown that very few girls are willing to wear
    and use diapers, unlike boys, many girls who contacted the Diaper Boys of
    America expressed their interest and their pledge to commit themselves to
    promoting its cause and encouraging all boys to wear and use diapers. That’s
    when Wear the Pants was formed.

    	The brochure went on to explain how the DBA is a subsidiary of CKM
    Products, makers of Thickies diapers, which are also explained and shown in
    detail in the brochure, along with a boy modeling the diapers, posing with his
    jeans-clad sister. I savored every word as I read through the brochure.
    	Before I realized it, I only had a few minutes left to write my daily
    journal entry on the computer, and I had a lot to write about, too. It was 10:15
    and the weather segment came on the news. My parents let me stay up to this
    point since I wanted to know how the weather was going to be the next day, and
    then it was time for bed. The sports segment (which I completely tuned out) came
    on and my mom nagged me to get to bed.
    	“But, mom, I’m almost finished!”
    	“You said that five minutes ago.”
    	“Well, I really am!”
    	“You can pick up where you left off tomorrow,” Mom said.
    	“Aww, mom! Now you see why I hate doing homework; it cuts into my free
    time.”
    	“Join the club, Chris. Every one of your classmates has the same problem.
    Not having as much free time as you want is just part of life.”
    	“At least you and Dad don’t have to do homework or do anything from your
    jobs after work, so you have lots of free time.”
    	“How about I let you do all the housework and then you’ll see how much
    free time I really have,” Mom said defensively.
    	“Okay, you got me there, Mom,” I said, realizing that she soundly shot
    down my statement.
    	“And your dad, for your information, he *does* do work-related stuff at
    home all the time. So don’t tell either of us that we have all the free time in
    the world, we don’t!”
    	“Okay, I get the point, mom, sorry!” I said as I made some quick reminder
    notes on my daily entry so I wouldn’t forget what to write about tomorrow. I
    then shut down the computer for the night.
    	“Now get to bed, sweet dreams!” Mom said as she gave my diapered butt a
    playful swat. As I lay in my crib I thought about wishing that I could ask Cindy
    to take some brochures with her to school tomorrow to see if any of her friends
    would be interested. I got under the covers and got out my trusty flashlight and
    read through the brochure again to help feed my nightly masturbatory urges. I
    savored a very gleeful ejaculation in my diapers before falling asleep.
    	As I got ready for school the next morning I remembered to bring with me
    my supply of “Wear the Pants” brochures to distribute to any girls who might be
    interested in joining the club, and more importantly, the effort to get more
    boys into diapers while asserting their own toileting skills. I put one of the
    two button pins in my shirt (I left one of them at home in case I lost the first
    one or had it confiscated, hence the reason they sent me two). Before I left for
    the bus I gave Tony a quick phone call to remind him to bring his supply of
    brochures.
    	“Got ‘em in my bag!” he said.
    	“Got your button pin on?”
    	“Yep!” Tony replied.
    	“Great, see you on the bus!” I said as I quickly hung up and bolted out
    the door.
    	Once on the bus with Tony we talked about how we should go about
    distributing the brochures. Since we each had a limited supply, we had to ensure
    that we would not waste any on girls who had no chance of being potential
    members. We agreed that we should target the girls who had brothers at home,
    preferably younger brothers. Next, we’d try to find the girls who babysat for
    boys who were old enough (theoretically) to use the toilet. To further narrow
    down the scope, I decided to look after the girls I thought were the cutest and
    the best candidates, in my opinion, for promoting the cause-- the chunkier girls
    with straight, long hair and who typically wore blue jeans. These criteria
    eliminated that ugly dog Melanie in Life Science. She was such a cunt anyway and
    I wouldn’t piss down her throat if her lungs were on fire (besides, I had
    diapers on, after all).
    	As I walked into the school building and went towards my locker I kept
    looking down at my shirt to make sure my button was still prominently in place.
    I was hoping that at least a few girls would see it and ask me about it, but at
    this early hour most people were too tired or in too much of a hurry to get to
    their first period classes.
    	Upon arriving in my first class I immediately thought about which girls to
    ask about becoming members of “Wear the Pants.” There were plenty of cute girls
    in my English class, but I had never really given much consideration towards
    whether or not any of them had brothers until now. For now it seemed like it was
    a crapshoot at best (and I don’t mean in my diapers, either). Since Mrs. Steck
    was busy giving us a lesson I couldn’t just go around the room and talk to the
    girls. As the lesson continued on I thought about how nervous I would feel to
    approach several girls whom I had never spoken to. I don’t know how many of the
    girls in school knew me, but I was sure many of them who did know me also knew I
    wear diapers.
    	Once the bell rang I decided to give it a go. I had my eyes on one girl,
    Holly, who had strawberry blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. She had on some
    rather nice-looking blue jeans that accented her somewhat plump ass rather
    nicely. She seemed like a nice girl, so I decided to use her as my first guinea
    pig.
    	“Uhh, is it all right if I ask you something?” I stammered. Right then and
    there I realized I had committed my own pet peeve, asking someone if I could ask
    them a question, as doing so is a question in and of itself.
    	“What?” she asked, probably surprised that I would just approach her at
    random.
    	“Do you have any brothers?”
    	“Uhh, yeah, I do, why?” My confidence was building a little. Perhaps I had
    a biter already.
    	“Do they get in trouble a lot?”
    	“What is this, a survey?” she asked.
    	“No, not really. I’m just trying to find girls who might be interested in
    joining this club,” I said, pointing to the pin on my shirt.
    	“Wear The Pants. What’s that?” she asked.
    	“It’s a club for girls to promote having boys wear diapers,” I said.
    	“You gotta be kidding!” she said, rolling her eyes. “I should have known!”
    She then went off to her locker or to her next class.
    	“Okay, strike Holly off the list,” I told myself, disappointed that she
    didn’t show any interest. It was early in the day still, I told myself, and I’d
    have plenty of time still to hone my approach. Even though the girl whose locker
    was next to mine would not be an ideal candidate (she didn’t have any brothers,
    as I recalled from our initial exchange on the first day of school), I thought I
    could ask her about it to practice my salesmanship, if you will. While she was
    retrieving books I tapped her on the shoulder. I decided to take a direct
    approach this time.
    	“Wanna join the Wear The Pants Club For Girls?” I asked her, again,
    pointing to the button pin.
    	“No!” she said. “And don’t ever talk to me or touch me again!” she added
    as she slammed her locker and went off.
    	“Good, you’re too ugly and you probably got cooties anyway!” I shouted to
    her. I got my books and then went to my Social Studies class. Mr. Mathers
    assigned us question worksheets, which gave me some time to think about the best
    way to approach the girls whom I wanted to ask about joining the club. I scanned
    the room to look for girls I wanted to have in the club. The selection pool was
    good, but knowing which of them, if any, had brothers, was the hard part. There
    was really not much I could do until the class was dismissed. I decided to use
    the same approach as I did with Holly. This time I decided to ask Rachel, a tall
    girl with straight brown hair and glasses. She was slender, but the jeans she
    wore made me think she could do a good job of flaunting the fact that she could
    wear them to a diaper-wearing brother. My dick was getting stiff at the thought
    of watching her change a boy’s diapers. It remained stiff for the remainder of
    the class. Towards the end of the period Mr. Mathers had us turn in our
    worksheets, which I managed to finish in spite of my diverted thoughts. At least
    my diapers hid the fact that I had a raging boner upon walking up to the front
    of the room, something most of the boys did not have to keep others from seeing
    the tents they pitched in their pants. Since I was standing right behind Rachel
    while in the line I could look at her ass and keep my fires stoked. About two
    minutes later the bell rang. I stopped Rachel and got her attention.
    	“Do you have any brothers?” I asked her.
    	“Yeah, two of them,” she said. She seemed like she might be interested,
    but then, I thought the same about Holly at first, so I tried not to get overly
    optimistic just yet.
    	“How old are they?”
    	“One’s ten and the other is eight,” she replied.
    	“Great!” I thought to myself with a smile and a stiff penis. “So you’re
    the oldest?”
    	“Yeah. Why are you asking me these questions?” she asked me, brushing her
    long hair away from her face.
    	“I’m looking for girls who might want to join this club,” I said, again
    pointing to the button.
    	“Wear the Pants”, she read. She then giggled. “What’s this club about?”
    	“It’s for girls who want to keep all boys in diapers by showing off their
    pants.” Rachel giggled some more.
    	“Oh my God! So, what do I have to do to join?”
    	“You mean you want to join?” I asked her. I wanted to stroke myself so
    badly at this point.
    	“I don’t know. What would I be doing?”
    	“Here, let me give you a brochure,” I said as I opened my backpack and got
    one out for her. I handed it to her.
    	“Look this over and then get back to me tomorrow, or today if you see me
    again. My locker number is 232.”
    	“Okay,” she said with a smile. I was feeling on top of the world now,
    having scored a possible victory already. The ten-minute break was in session,
    so I joined the other boys in the cafeteria.
    	“Hey, Chris!” Tony greeted me. “How goes it?” He could tell from the smile
    on my face that things had been going well, at least so far.
    	“I think I’ve gotten one already!” I said. “Her name’s Rachel; she’s in my
    Social Studies class.” I also told Tony about Holly and the girl whose locker
    was next to mine (I had yet to learn her name, not that I cared).
    	“So how are you doing so far?”
    	“Nothing yet,” he said, sounding a little disappointed. “I’ve asked about
    four or five girls and they’ve all said no.”
    	“I hope they’re being nice about it at least,” I said.
    	“A couple of them were bitches and called me a freak, but that’s to be
    expected, I suppose.”
    	“Maybe we can recruit Jay, Luke and Bryce to help out, whadaya say, guys?”
    I asked them.
    	“Sure, we’d love to help you guys!” Luke said. “How about you, Bryce?”
    	“Sure, I’m in,” he said. “Gina’s already signed up to become a member, so
    she’s talking to some of the girls in her school.”
    	“What about you, Jay?” I asked him.
    	“I don’t know,” he said. “All the girls hate me.”
    	“What makes you think that?”
    	“They just do. I stink all the time and they know I wear a bunch of
    underwear for diapers.”
    	“Some of the girls might think that’s cute,” I said. “I’m sure not ALL the
    girls hate you. You’d have to ask every single of them before you knew for
    sure.”
    	“Okay, MOST of the girls hate me!” he said.
    	“What do you have to lose?” Luke asked Jay. “We’re already at the bottom
    of the social scale anyway. Even the nerds rank above us.”
    	“All you have to do is ask them a couple of questions and then, if they
    might be eligible, hand them a brochure,” I said. Bryce handed Jay about a dozen
    brochures.
    	“I’ll give it a try,” Jay said reluctantly as he accepted the brochures. I
    didn’t think about how he might have a hard time distributing them while
    hobbling around on crutches, but I didn’t bring this up as it might have given
    Jay a reason to back out.
    	“Too bad we don’t have any more buttons,” Tony remarked.
    	While we were sitting at our table drinking milk and eating cookies a
    group of four girls was approaching.
    	“Dude, jackpot!” I said to Tony as I saw the girls approaching.
    	“They’re on your side of the table, Chris, why don’t you talk to them?”
    	“Okay, I said.”
    	“Excuse me, girls,” I said to them. They all stood still and stared.
    	“Hey, look, it’s the diaper boys! I thought I smelled something!” one of
    the girls said to the others.
    	“That’s who we are!” I said proudly.
    	“Do you need mommy to change you?” another one of the girls asked. My
    penis stiffened up as I thought about her doing this.
    	“I’m sure some of us are a little ripe,” I said. This caused the girls to
    giggle.
    	“Are you boys for real?” the first girl asked.
    	“I’m sure we’re not a figment of your imagination!” I replied, tempted to
    drop my pants to show them more proof; lifting my shirt up to reveal my diapers
    was enough, though. “Maybe you girls would be interested in joining a club.”
    	“We’ve heard about your club!” she said.
    	“I thought it was just for boys!” another girl spoke.
    	“The diaper club is, but we’re trying to start a club for girls.”
    	“No way! I’m not wearing diapers!” the first girl said.
    	“That’s not what the club is for!” I said.
    	“Yeah, we’d NEVER want to see girls wearing diapers!” Tony stated
    emphatically.
    	“The club’s called Wear the Pants,” I said, again pointing to the button.
    “You girls go around and try to get boys to all wear diapers.”
    	The girls all looked at each other and giggled.
    	“Hand them a brochure!” Tony nudged me.
    	“Here, take a look at this,” I said as I handed a brochure to the girls.
    	“All right, sure,” she said.
    	“We’ll be here tomorrow if you want to talk to us or have any questions,”
    I said.
    	“Okay, we’ll do that,” she said. “Nice talking to you boys!”
    	Ten minutes sure went by quickly. Already the five-minute bell had rung
    and we all needed to hurry and get back to our classes.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 196
    ----------------------------

    	As I entered my math class I scanned around the room looking for girls
    whom I could ask about joining “Wear the Pants.” There were a number of
    potentially eligible candidates, at least where eligibility is determined by
    cuteness. While Mr. Reiner was explaining how to calculate the slope of an
    angle, I was half-paying attention to this (already knowing something about it
    in the first place), diverting the remainder of my attention to seeing which
    girls might want to join the club. I had about eight girls tentatively listed. I
    figured Tony could try to ask four of them, and I would take the other four.
    There were no opportunities to ask any of the girls during class, so I just had
    to hope I could snare at least one or two of them in the time between classes.
    One of the girls was also in Mr. Eastman’s class, and one of them was in Mr.
    William’s class, so I put them off for later. It was down to two girls, Kim
    Holtman and Mary Perkins. Kim was the cuter of the two (she was short and
    pudgy), so when the bell rang I approached her before she got too far.
    	“Uh, excuse me, Kim, right?” I asked, feeling nervous.
    	“Yeah, that’s my name,” she replied.
    	“I’m Chris.”
    	“Of course, you’re the diaper boy,” she quickly stated with a giggle.
    	“I’m one of them, anyway,” I said, lifting my shirt to make sure she could
    see my diaper showing.
    	“Why do you wear diapers anyway?” she asked.
    	“Because I’m a boy.”
    	“Good enough reason, I suppose,” Kim replied.
    	“So you think all boys should wear diapers?” I asked her.
    	“I think they’d look cute in them,” she said. My dick had gone from zero
    to full-fledged boner in an instant. “But I don’t think I could handle poopy
    butts, though.”
    	“Lots of girls don’t at first, but they get used to it,” I said.
    	“What’s that button on your shirt?” she asked.
    	“’Wear the Pants’,” I said. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”
    	“What is it?”
    	“It’s a club for girls who think all boys should wear diapers.”
    	“So why is it called ‘Wear the Pants?’ Shouldn’t it be called ‘Wear the
    Diapers?’”
    	“No, when they say pants, they mean for girls. See how the logo has the
    girl symbol on it, with pants?” I said, pointing it out to her.
    	“Oh, okay, I get it. Look, I’m gonna be late for my next class,” she said
    as she was about to break away.
    	“Wait! Let me give you this brochure first!” I said as I quickly produced
    one for her to take.
    	“Read this when you can, and then get back to me tomorrow, okay?”
    	“Okay,” she said as she darted away. When I realized I had two minutes to
    get my diapered butt to my own locker and get my books for Mr. Eastman’s class I
    knew I was going to be tardy, no matter what, so I didn’t even bother hurrying.
    The tardy bell rang just as I closed my locker. I was late, but I didn’t want to
    be too late, so I walked quickly.
    	“You’re tardy, Chris!” said one student as I walked in.
    	“More like re-tardy!” another one quipped. I just ignored them and took my
    seat. Mr. Eastman had already begun his lesson. He paused as he told me what
    materials to have out and what page we were on. I scanned through the story that
    we were going to be reading. It looked like it was going to be yet another dull
    story, so I really wasn’t too inclined to pay much attention to the lesson
    today. While I sat there trying to pay attention to the lesson in spite of my
    boredom, my mind started to drift as I focused more on ways I could reach out to
    more of the girls at once. I could wait until the rest of the brochures came in
    the mail, but I didn’t want to use up all the ones I had now, and I didn’t want
    to waste brochures on girls who had no interest at all in the group. I figured
    the next best thing to do was to make up some form that the girls could fill out
    and turn in to me if they were interested. The form would give me more
    information about the girls anyway, letting me know who was most “eligible” to
    join. Once again I was lifted out of my state of boredom as I went to work on
    designing the form. I tried to make my work as inconspicuous as I could since we
    weren’t really doing any writing, just discussing the story as we went through
    it. For the latter half of the class we were given a worksheet to fill out. I
    didn’t get much done on the rough draft of the form, but I still had my Life
    Science class after lunch, and perhaps I could work on it during lunch in the
    library, where I could have Tony and the other boys gathered around to help
    design it. I managed to get the worksheet done and I felt fairly confident about
    my answers, so at least Mr. Eastman wouldn’t have any reason to tattle to my
    parents again. During the last five minutes I asked a couple students if their
    parents got called because of yesterday’s quiz.
    	“Yeah,” one kid said. “Why?”
    	“Just wondering,” I said. I asked another kid.
    	“Don’t talk to me, diaper-freak,” he said.
    	“Well, excuuuuse me,” I replied sarcastically.
    	“No talking,” Mr. Eastman warned. “There are still students working on the
    exercise.” I just glared at Mr. Eastman as he returned his attention to the
    class. I watched the clock, knowing that the lunch bell would ring when the
    second hand was on :34, as did everyone else. Mr. Eastman would not let us reach
    for our bags and jackets before the bell rang, so we were all poised to grab
    them. Once the bell rang we were all ready to leave.
    	The girl I wanted to ask about joining the “Wear the Pants” club was Lupe
    Hernandez, a Hispanic girl. She had long, straight dark hair and big brown eyes.
    She had a great ass that looked great in Levi’s, even if it wasn’t as big as
    Megan’s. Her pants looked like they would definitely make a bold statement about
    what girls get to wear and what boys don’t.
    	“Hey, Lupe?” I said as I approached her.
    	“Yes, you ask for me?” she replied in a strong accent, but no language
    barriers were present by any means.
    	“Yes, I was wondering if you had any brothers?”
    	“Brothers? Yes, I have three brothers. Alfonso is my big brother. He is in
    the tenth grade.”
    	“Are the other two younger?” I asked, deciding that Alfonso was too old
    for her to be interested in diapering him.
    	“Yes, they are younger. Pedro is my littlest brother. He is five years old
    and he goes to kindergarten. Juan is nine years old and he is in the fourth
    grade.”
    	“Do any of them wear diapers?”
    	“Diapers? Pañales, like you, diaper-boy? ¡Chico del pañales!” she said
    with a smile, her dark complexion contrasting with her bright teeth. I liked
    something about the way she called me “diaper boy” in her Mexican accent. “Pedro
    wet at night and he wear the Pull-Up diapers, but Juan, no, he use the toilet.”
    	“Do you ever wish he wore diapers, along with Pedro?”
    	“I don’t know. I never really think about that,” she said. “Why you ask?”
    	“I’m trying to find girls who want to join this club, I said, handing her
    a “Wear the Pants” brochure.
    	“’Wear the Pants’, eh? What is this about?”
    	“It’s for girls who want boys to wear diapers.”
    	“You silly diaper boy,” she said. “I take it and read it to my brothers
    when they get home from school. Thank you! ¡Gracias, el chico del pañales!”
    	“Any time,” I said, hoping she would be interested. I then hurried to the
    cafeteria to catch up with Tony, Jay, Bryce and Luke. While standing in line I
    watched for girls to pass by. Since I didn’t know a lot of them by name I had to
    try getting their attention in other ways.
    	“Hey girls!” I said to the first group, who all looked like sixth graders.
    	“Look, it’s the diaper boy!” they said.
    	“Get away from him; his butt stinks!” said another girl. They continued
    walking. Okay, strike one.
    	“Hey, you, the one in a pink T-shirt!” I said to another girl, who was by
    herself.
    	“Did you ask for me?” she said. Who are you?”
    	“Chris Barrett. You might know me as the diaper boy!”
    	“So you’re the one who likes to wear diapers!”
    	Several of us do, actually...several of us boys, that is,” I quickly
    appended.
    	“Nice meeting you, diaper boy, I gotta go!” she said as she disappeared
    into the crowd. Strike two. Damn!
    	A moment later I tried again, this time accosting the attention of two
    more girls.
    	“Would you like to join the ‘Wear the...Pants...?” I trailed off when they
    waved me off, clearly showing no interest. Strike three. Shit! This wasn’t
    baseball, however, so I had plenty more chances. After my fourth try to get a
    girl’s attention long enough to ask her about the club, the kid in line behind
    me grabbed my shoulder. He was a rather husky-looking eighth grader, probably
    one of the football jock jackasses.
    	“Look, dork, these girls don’t want to join your stupid club, all right?!”
    	“I know that!” I said. “But there are a few who do want to join!”
    	“I’ve heard about you going around giving out handouts and shit. Let me
    tell you something, my sister ain’t interested, so if you ask her and I find
    out, I’m coming after you, got it?!” he said as he pressed his fist into my
    nose.
    	“Whose your sister?” I asked nervously.
    	“I ain’t tellin’ ya!”
    	“Then how I am I supposed to know who not to ask?”
    	“That’s a chance you’ll have to take! You’d better watch who you ask,
    because if my sister tells me you talked to her I’ll come kick the shit out of
    your diapered little ass, you stupid dickwipe!”
    	“Fine, I’ll shut up, just to please you, now let go of me!” I said while
    trembling, hoping that a teacher or principal would have walked past by now and
    seen him harassing and threatening me.
    	“Just as long as you keep quiet!” he said as he released his grip from my
    shoulder. For a parting shot he pressed his fist to my nose again and said,
    “Otherwise, this fist will be moving a whole lot faster when it’s this close to
    your face.”
    	I was just about to the front of the line, so I didn’t have much more time
    to ask anyone else about the club. I got my lunch and joined the other boys at
    the table.
    	“Hey guys, how’s it going?” I asked.
    	“Going okay, I guess,” Tony replied. After I told him about my run-in with
    one of the asshole jocks, Tony asked me, “Any luck getting members?”
    	“I spoke to Kim after math class,” I said. “She might be interested. I
    also spoke to Lupe; I have her in Mr. Eastman’s class. She has two little
    brothers and one of them wears diapers at night, so she might want to join. How
    about you?”
    	“I’ve handed out a couple brochures, nothing major, though.”
    	“How many girls do you think will join?” Luke asked.
    	“I’m hoping at least a dozen by the end of the day,” I said.
    	“I wouldn’t count on it. A lot of the girls probably just think it’s funny
    and want to look at the brochures just for laughs,” Luke said.
    	“Yeah, but at least they’re seeing the message, and they do act like
    they’re considering it.”
    	“Girls are good at putting on acts, you know,” Luke stated.
    	“How else am I going to get girls to sign up unless I at least ask
    around?” I asked Luke.
    	“I’m just saying, don’t get overly optimistic.”
    	“Yeah, you’re probably right. But Kim I’m pretty certain about. She even
    told me that she thinks boys would look cute in diapers.”
    	“You’ll get a few here and there,” Bryce said. I appreciated his optimism.
    	“Are Lori and Jolene going to join?” I asked Jay, referring to his
    sisters.
    	“Of course they are,” he said. “They just want to know if having a brother
    who wears a bunch of underwear for his diapers counts.”
    	“Absolutely! As long as it’s white and thick and enshrouds the dick!” I
    said.
    	“And the butt!” Tony added.
    	“If there’s lots of mass and it covers the ass,” Luke offered.
    	“As long as it’s white and thick and tight!” Bryce chimed in.
    	“You got one, Jay?” I asked him.
    	He sat for a moment and tried to think of a quick rhyme.
    	“As long as there’s lots of waistbands...and they are snapped...by your
    sisters’ hands!” he said weakly.
    	“Lots of elastic and pants of plastic!” Luke said.
    	“Lots of cloth... that would satisfy a moth!” I said. “Okay, that one
    sucked.”
    	“Not as much as mine did,” Jay said.
    	“Who cares? We’re having fun!” Tony said.
    	“As long as they hold pee and poop, and they don’t droop!” I said.
    	“We should be writing these down, you know!” Luke suggested.
    	“Actually, we have more important business to tend to,” I said.
    	“Yeah, going around handing out brochures to all the girls, right?” Tony
    said.
    	“No, I thought of a better idea.”
    	“Say what?” said Bryce.
    	“Yeah, I thought of something that will make it so we can find our ‘target
    market’ more easily,” I said, having learned this concept when they did the
    photo and commercial shoots of Tony and me in our Thickies diapers last summer.
    	“So how do you plan to do this?” Tony asked.
    	“Easy, we just come up with a form for girls to fill out, and if we think
    they are eligible, we give them a brochure.”
    	“How is that gonna work?” Luke asked.
    	“Easy. It allows us to screen out the girls who are not interested!”
    	“Well, isn’t that pretty much what we’re already doing?” Tony asked.
    	“Yeah, but we have to ask girls one at a time. By making a form for them
    to fill out, we can reach more girls at a time.”
    	“How is that going to work?” Tony asked, sharing in Luke’s skepticism.
    	“We just stuff the forms into each locker, simple as that!”
    	“How do you know which lockers belong to the girls?”
    	“We don’t. We just spread them all over the school and hope enough girls
    will see them and want to join!”
    	“Why don’t we just stuff the brochures in everybody’s locker? I mean,
    they’re going to be sending you a case of a thousand more, and you can always
    get more if you need them,” Tony said.
    	“I know, but I’d like to know ahead of time what kinds of girls would be
    interested in the first place.”
    	“Oh, so, sort of like a questionnaire, or a survey?” Tony said.
    	“Something like that.”
    	“Well, if you want to try it, okay, but I’m just going to wait for more
    brochures to come in the mail.”
    	We then decided to head for the library where we could spend a few minutes
    drafting out a survey form. We went to a round table where there were six
    chairs, enough for all of us to talk about what we want to have on the survey.
    	“Okay, first off, we want their name, right?” I said.
    	“That would be a good start,” said Tony.
    	“And then their age?”
    	“Everyone’s about the same age here, right?” remarked Bryce.
    	“Well, you have sixth graders, seventh graders, and eighth graders,” I
    said.
    	“So why not just their grade then?” Tony suggested.
    	“Not everyone in the same grade is the same age,” I pointed out. “Let’s go
    by age then.”
    	“Why not both? Both age and grade?”
    	“Okay, whatever, sure,” I said as I drew blanks for both age and grade.
    	“How about sex?” Jay remarked. The rest of us each gave him a wry stare.
    	“Uh, Jay, I think that’s pretty much a given!” Tony remarked.
    	“Yeah, unless you mean like, how often they have sex,” Bryce quipped.
    	“That’s not even relevant,” I said. “Come on, guys, we only have a few
    minutes to work on this together.”
    	By the time the five-minute warning bell rang we had developed a good
    start to the questionnaire. I had a ways to go on it, and I needed to come up
    with a good preamble, or introductory statement to explain what it was about (I
    could just paraphrase something from the pamphlet and condense it a little). I
    got to my Life Science class and took my seat, wishing I could be seated near
    Megan, as I wanted to enlist her assistance in making contact with all the girls
    she knew. I decided to talk to her about it after class instead, since I wanted
    to do some more work on the questionnaire anyway. Pretending to be taking notes,
    I actually continued drafting more questions for the questionnaire. By the time
    class was about to be dismissed I was pretty much satisfied with the draft:

    ================================================================================

    Name: ____________________
    Age: ____ Grade: ____
    Phone number: __________

    Do you have any brothers? [ ] Yes [ ] No
    (If you say no, you might as well throw this away)

    If you have brothers, fill out the following information on each of them:

    BROTHER #1:
    Name: ____________________
    Age: ____ Grade: ____

    What kinds of underwear does he wear? (check all that apply):
    [ ] White briefs [ ] Colored briefs [ ] Cartoon briefs [ ] Boxers [ ] I don't
    know
    [ ] Cloth diapers [ ] Disposable diapers [ ] Multiple underpants (white only)

    How many diapers or pairs of underwear does he usually wear? _____

    Does he wear pants or shorts around the house?
    [ ] Always [ ] Usually [ ] Sometimes [ ] Rarely [ ] Never

    Does he wear pajamas (including bottoms) in the summer?
    [ ] Always [ ] Usually [ ] Sometimes [ ] Rarely [ ] Never

    Does he wear pajamas (including bottoms) in the winter?
    [ ] Always [ ] Usually [ ] Sometimes [ ] Rarely [ ] Never

    If he doesn't wear pajama bottoms, what does he wear? (check all that apply):
    [ ] White briefs [ ] Colored briefs [ ] Cartoon briefs [ ] Boxers
    [ ] Cloth diapers [ ] Disposable diapers [ ] Multiple underpants (white only)
    [ ] Nothing

    How many diapers or pairs of underwear does he usually wear to bed? _____

    Does he wear pajama tops or a shirt to bed?
    [ ] Pajama top [ ] T-shirt [ ] No shirt

    Does he wet the bed (whether or not he wears diapers)?
    [ ] Always [ ] Usually [ ] Sometimes [ ] Rarely [ ] Never [ ] I don't know

    Does he have daytime wetting accidents?
    [ ] Always [ ] Usually [ ] Sometimes [ ] Rarely [ ] Never [ ] I don't know

    Does he ever poop his pants (or underwear or diapers)?
    [ ] Always [ ] Usually [ ] Sometimes [ ] Rarely [ ] Never [ ] I don't know

    How good is he at wiping his butt?
    [ ] Good [ ] Fair [ ] Poor [ ] I've never looked

    (repeat these questions for five more boys)

    Would you rather look at skid marks or accident evidence, or a thickly padded
    butt on your brothers?
    [ ] Skid marks/accident evidence [ ] Thickly padded butt [ ] Neither

    Do you think your brothers look cute (or would look cute) in white briefs?
    [ ] Very cute [ ] Somewhat cute [ ] Not cute [ ] I don't know

    Do you think your brothers look cute (or would look cute) in diapers?
    [ ] Very cute [ ] Somewhat cute [ ] Not cute [ ] I don't know

    Would you be willing to change your brothers' diapers if they wore them?
    [ ] Yes [ ] Maybe [ ] No [ ] I already do

    Would you be willing to change poopy diapers if your brothers wore them?
    [ ] Yes [ ] Maybe [ ] No [ ] I already do

    Would you be willing to join the "Wear the Pants" club for girls whose brothers
    wear diapers, but don't wear diapers themselves?
    [ ] Definitely [ ] Probably [ ] Maybe [ ] No

    For which reasons would you NOT join?
    [ ] Couldn't pay the dues [ ] Parents wouldn't let me [ ] Too busy for it
    [ ] My brothers wouldn’t like it [ ] I just don't want to belong to the club

    --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
    Please drop off this questionnaire in locker 232 in Hallway B. Thank you for
    taking the time to fill it out.

    ================================================================================

    	It needed some fine-tuning, but it was a start. I had to stop about five
    minutes before the end of class since I starting thinking of so many other
    questions to include on the form. I just hoped I could retain them all in my
    memory while I spoke to Megan in between classes.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 197
    ----------------------------

    	Right after the bell rang I ran up to Megan to ask her about joining “Wear
    the Pants.”
    	“I just knew you would ask me about joining,” Megan said.
    	“Who told you about it already?” I asked Megan.
    	“Some girls in my math class,” Megan replied as she brushed her long red
    hair away from her face. “Everyone around the school knows what you and the
    other diaper boys are up to.”
    	“Well, you do want to join, don’t you?” I asked, knowing she would surely
    agree to it.
    	“Of course I do!” Megan replied. “Just don’t expect me to get my brothers
    to wear diapers.”
    	“I know, we lost that battle a long time ago,” I conceded.
    	“That doesn’t mean I can’t still try to promote your cause, you know,”
    Megan said, turning one of her large butt cheeks to me.
    	“Do you need one of the pamphlets or anything?” I asked Megan.
    	“Nope, I got one from Tony earlier.” I was kind of hoping I could give
    Megan one of the pamphlets. I decided to give her one anyway.
    	“Here, have another one from me. Besides, you’ll have an extra one, in
    case you see another girl who might want to join.”
    	“Okay, sure,” she said. “Maybe I can help distribute them tomorrow if you
    need some help,” Megan said. “Well, better get my butt moving here.”
    	“Same here,” I said, thinking about how I wish I could help move Megan’s
    butt for her as my dick stiffened up in my soaked diaper. “See you tomorrow.”
    	I hurried to my seventh period class and showed Angela one of the
    pamphlets. Of course she already had one, having gotten it from her own brother
    Todd the night before. I had forgotten that he, too, was running his own chapter
    of Diaper Boys of America. When time allowed I showed Angela the draft of the
    questionnaire that I made last period.
    	“It’s a bit long, don’t you think?” she said as she read it.
    	“Yeah, it could use some paring down, I think, but there’s so much I want
    to find out.”
    	“Well, why not find out who is eligible first, and then ask them the more
    detailed questions later,” Angela suggested.
    	“Good idea,” I said. “I’ll type it out tonight, print it, make copies and
    then stick them into the girls’ lockers tomorrow.”
    	“How are you going to know which lockers belong to the girls?” Angie asked
    me.
    	“I’ll just pay attention to the lockers where I see girls,” I said.
    	“Why not just put one copy in every locker? At least there’s a 50/50
    chance that it will be a girl? And some of the other boys may have sisters who
    might want to join, so this will increase your chances even more.”
    	“Okay, sure, sounds good,” I said as I returned to working on my project
    after getting the stink-eye from Mr. Williams. I didn’t quite finish my project
    today, and Mr. Williams advised me that I shouldn’t have spent so much time
    talking to Angela. Nonetheless, he told me that I could finish it tomorrow if I
    got tomorrow’s project done early enough. After the bell rang I headed for the
    bus and joined Tony on the way home.
    	“So, how did you do today?” I asked Tony.
    	“I must have talked to at least 15, maybe 20 girls throughout the day,” he
    said. “How about you?”
    	“I think about 20, maybe 30. I should have kept a better count and keep
    track of names, too.”
    	“How many do you think will actually join?” Tony asked me.
    	“At least a couple of them will for sure,” I said. “Megan is in, and so is
    this one girl named Lupe in Mr. Eat-Me’s class.”
    	I then got out the draft of the questionnaire and showed it to Tony.
    	“Jesus, Chris, you expect these girls to fill all this shit out?!” Tony
    said as he scanned through the proposed questionnaire.
    	“I know, it’s a little long,” I replied. “Angela told me the same thing.”
    	“I’d shorten it a little, at least,” Tony suggested. “We’re not looking
    for their life stories, you know. At least not until they join.”
    	“Yeah, you’re right. Once we get members we can have them fill out the
    long form,” I replied. As the bus pulled up to my stop I said goodbye to Tony
    and then raced home to get my diapers changed so that I could get to Cody and
    Jordan’s house.
    	“How did it go today?” Cindy asked me as she pulled off my stinky sodden
    poop-filled diaper.
    	“It went all right,” I said. “I talked to quite a few girls.”
    	“Oh, and what did they all say?” Cindy asked.
    	“Some told me to go screw myself, or something to that effect, others
    sounded like they might join, but I wasn’t really sure if they were serious
    about it or just going along with it because they thought it was funny.”
    	“I’m sure some of them were doing that, don’t get your hopes up too high,”
    Cindy cautioned.
    	“But there were some I was pretty sure would sign up for sure,” I added.
    	“That’s good,” Cindy said as she gave my shit-coated butt a good wipe. “At
    least I know I’m not the only girl who thinks all boys should be in diapers.”
    	“I never thought you were,” I said. “If there weren’t a lot of girls who
    thought that way, then they wouldn’t be trying to start up a club for girls who
    like to see boys in diapers.”
    	Cindy continued to clean me up as she asked me about the girls I spoke to.
    Once she had me in clean Thickies and plastic pants I got up and slipped my
    sweat pants on.”
    	“You gonna tell Cody and Jordan about the girl’s club?”
    	“Of course. Maybe they can get some girls in their school to join it.”
    	“I bet you would get every girl in the world to join it if you could,”
    Cindy commented.
    	“Just like I wish I could get every boy to wear diapers. Well, just the
    cool boys, not assholes like Chuck and Steve. They don’t deserve to wear
    diapers. But then, they don’t deserve to have dicks so they could enjoy
    diapers.”
    	“You’d better get going,” Cindy told me. I grabbed my backpack and my
    jacket, slipped my shoes on and headed out the door. I raced over to the twins’
    house on my bike and made it with a couple minutes to spare. I couldn’t wait to
    tell the boys about the girls’ club.
    	As usual, I just made it in time to be at Cody and Jordan’s house before
    they got off their bus. As soon as they were in the house they had their pants
    off. Both boys were smelly from their dirty disposable diapers. Within a few
    minutes I had both of them clad in their Thickies and their pants put away for
    the day.
    	“I got something to tell you boys!” I said with excitement.
    	“What? Is it a surprise?” Cody asked eagerly.
    	“Yeah, what is it?” Jordan asked.
    	“How would you like it if some girls in your school got together and
    formed a club for diaper boys like us?” I presented to the boys. The boys
    misunderstood and thought I was inferring that girls start a diaper club of
    their own (horror of horrors) but I quickly dispelled the boys of this
    deplorable notion.
    	“No, no, I mean, a club run by girls who all like to see boys in diapers,
    wearing diapers, peeing and pooping in diapers, wearing no pants and making big
    stinky messes of themselves, but the girls don’t wear diapers themselves,” I
    clarified. “You know, like sisters, babysitters, other girls?”
    	“What would the girls do?”
    	“Yeah, would they make all boys wear diapers?” came the questions.
    	“If they had their way, yes,” I replied. “They’d just go around and tell
    all the boys how clean they are and how dirty and stinky boys are. You know we
    boys aren’t very good at keeping our butts wiped, and we toilet train later than
    girls-- if at all-- we wet the bed more than girls, and we’re just gross, dirty
    and smelly, and girls aren’t! So these girls would exploit these things about
    boys.”
    	“What’s exploit mean?” Cody asked. I had to remind myself that these boys
    were only in the first grade and thus had a limited vocabulary.
    	“Well, it means, they like to..., well, it’s like they, they just really
    like to talk about boys wearing diapers a lot and tell everyone that girls are
    clean and get to wear pants and use the toilet, while boys are dirty and smelly
    and have to wear thick diapers and no pants,” I rephrased after stammering for a
    bit. The boys giggled, so at least I knew I had their interest on this.
    	“I wish you boys had a sister so you would know what girls are like,” I
    said, realizing that these boys were not nearly as exposed to girls reminding
    them of their bathroom weaknesses as I was when growing up.
    	“We know what girls are like,” Jordan said.
    	“Yeah, they got long hair, and sometimes they wear dresses, but my mommy
    says they don’t do this as much as they used to, and their voices are higher.”
    	“Well, yeah, that’s true, but there’s more,” I said, trying to prompt the
    boys to acknowledge on their own that girls are better at going to the bathroom
    and keeping their bodies clean.
    	“Well, this one kid told me that girls don’t have weenies,” Cody said.
    	“He’s right about that, too,” I said. “How does he know?”
    	“Because he saw his sister NAKED!” Cody said, followed by a burst of
    giggles. This raised some concern, as said sister could be younger, thus, wear
    diapers, thus influencing this other boy’s feelings about boys and diapers in
    ways I was not at ease with.
    	“Is his sister bigger or littler?” I asked.
    	“Bigger,” he replied, much to my relief. “Him and her were in the bathtub
    together and that’s when he saw she didn’t have a weenie.”
    	“So how do girls pee if they don’t have weenies?” Jordan asked. Oh boy,
    was this conversation getting off track. I really wasn’t sure what to say. I
    didn’t want to get in trouble by Sue for giving the boys sex-ed lessons for
    which they were not yet ready to know.
    	“Their bodies are just different, so they have their own way of peeing,” I
    said.
    	“Do girls poop the same way as boys do?” Cody asked. The question was
    ambiguous to me since, physiologically, girls poop the same way as boys do, but
    how they handle the process psychologically was much different than how boys
    dealt with it. I had to think for a moment before answering this question.
    	“Their bodies are the same,” I said. “They poop out of the butt just like
    boys do.” This made the boys giggle. This gave me a good lead-in to describe to
    the boys how I felt girls were so much different in a psychological sense when
    it came to pooping.
    	“But you see, boys, this is also what else makes girls different,” I
    continued. “Girls are very good when it comes to wiping their butts after they
    poop. They make sure all of the poop is wiped so their underwear doesn’t get
    dirty. And speaking of underwear, have you ever seen what a pair of girls’
    underwear looks like?” I asked the boys.
    	“Sometimes it has flowers on it and it’s all colored like pink and
    sometimes purple.”
    	“It is, yes,” I said. “How do you know?”
    	“I saw a girl’s underwear showing at school,” Jordan said.
    	“And what does boys’ underwear look like?” I asked the boys. “What color
    is it?”
    	“White, but sometimes it has cartoons and stuff on it,” Jordan stated.
    	“It’s supposed to be white, pure white,” I said, expressing my resentment
    towards the way boys’ underwear is not all white like it used to be, and even
    worse, that some boys were beginning to wear boxer shorts instead of briefs.
    It’s bad enough they don’t make them double-seated anymore,” I lamented.
    	“You’ve seen my friend Jay, right?” I asked the boys. “He’s the one who
    had all the underwear on.” The boys acknowledged having remembered him and
    commented on how funny he looked wearing it.
    	“That’s what all boys’ underwear is supposed to look like. It looks like
    diapers, because it works like diapers when a boy wears a whole bunch of them
    together. Girls’ underwear doesn’t work that way since it’s thinner and just not
    made the same way to work as a diaper with several of them worn.
    	“But most boys, unfortunately, don’t wear nearly that much underwear; most
    wear only one pair, in fact. If you looked at the average boy’s underwear you’d
    find he has poop stains in it. That’s because boys don’t wipe their butts as
    well, and some don’t even wipe at all. This doesn’t bother most boys, but to
    girls, the thought of not wiping her butt or not wiping it enough really grosses
    them out, and they’d hate to see another girl do this. Next time you boys come
    to my house I’ll see if I can show you my sisters’ underwear so you can see for
    yourself that they don’t have poop stains in any of them.”
    	I continued to explain to Cody and Jordan the differences between the way
    a girl maintains her hygiene and how boys are often so lax, if not completely
    negligent of it. I told the boys that some girls even wear thongs, which I
    described to them as underwear that is nothing more than a string that runs up
    her butt crack, and when she takes it off it still looks just as clean as when
    she put it on. I even drew some pictures for the boys to compare girls’ panties
    to boys’ briefs. My example, of course, portrayed the briefs with a double-seat,
    citing that Jay’s sisters had to make his briefs that way. The boys giggled
    mostly and they didn’t ask a lot of questions, but at least I maintained their
    attention and I felt I had them convinced that more boys should wear diapers and
    more girls should do their part to get more boys to wear diapers. At this point
    I knew I got them to understand what the purpose of “Wear the Pants” is.
    	I knew I was taking a risk imbuing these boys and corrupting their minds
    with propaganda that I conceded had no scientific or factual merit, but was
    based mostly on my own ideology and philosophy in hopes of further
    indoctrinating the boys with such principles. Having the boys’ attention, I
    continued to share my diaper-boy advocacy ideals with them, knowing that they
    were at such an early and highly impressionable age. In spite of my unbridled
    ambitions to ultimately persuade the boys to adhere to my firmly held beliefs;
    however, I remained cautious in not over-generalizing, implicitly allowing for
    exceptions in the cases of both boys and girls alike where diapers are
    concerned. But then, these boys were only six years old, so anything I told them
    was likely going to be interpreted as gospel truth, and anything I tell them is
    black and white; they have not yet developed critical thinking skills to
    scrutinize and leave open to debate the information they receive.
    	“Okay, boys, let’s do some coloring,” I suggested. “Go get your crayons
    and some paper,” I told them. I watched their heavily diapered-up butts bouncing
    up and down as they dashed off to their bedroom to get their coloring supplies.
    	“Okay, you boys draw a picture of a girl wearing girls’ underwear and then
    draw another one of a boy wearing boys’ underwear,” I told the boys. The boys
    convened on the kitchen floor with their butts sticking up so prominently as
    they worked on their drawings. Part of this was to see how much of an impression
    my explanation gave to the boys. While they were doing that I drew the “Wear the
    Pants” logo and colored it accordingly. A few minutes later the boys had
    finished their coloring and showed me their work. I was quite impressed as they
    showed a girl wearing clean panties (colored pink) and a boy wearing white
    briefs with a poop stain on the butt.
    	“Now draw the boy wearing his underwear like Jay does,” I said. “I’ll draw
    a boy wearing cloth diapers and a girl wearing a thong,” I said as I went to
    work on such a drawing. When I showed the boys my drawings they laughed.
    	“The girl’s naked!” Jordan said.
    	“Yeah, you can see her whole butt!” Cody pointed out.
    	“Most of it, but not quite,” I said. “You see, her underwear is just a
    string in her butt crack. She can wear it like this because she likes to show
    boys that she can keep her butt clean and wiped, so she shows off as much of it
    as she can. This is what girls in ‘Wear the Pants’ should do, that is, once they
    are old enough to wear underwear like this. The girls in your school probably
    don’t wear anything like this yet, but when they get a little older they do.”
    	By the time Sue had returned home I had the boys talking about how girls
    are clean and don’t stink. When the boys showed their coloring to their mom I
    worried that she might think I went overboard and told them too much about girls
    and hygiene. She just laughed and thought it was cute of the boys to do such
    drawings. I assured Sue that I didn’t have the boys talking about sex, just that
    the boys knew that they had a penis and that girls don’t.”
    	“Of course,” she said. “I told the boys early on that girls don’t have a
    penis; that way it wasn’t going to be a big surprise when someone else like one
    of their friends told them.”
    	“I found out the hard way,” I said. “I walked in on my sister one day
    (Lisa, in case you’re wondering) when I was three and saw her undressed. I
    freaked out and thought someone had cut off her penis.” Sue just giggled.
    	“Well, I’d better get going, dinner’s going to be ready at my house by the
    time I get home,” I said as I slipped my sweatpants on and headed out the door.
    	“See you guys tomorrow,” I said to Cody and Jordan. As I rode home I
    realized that I didn’t get a chance to tell the boys to see if they could get
    any girls in their school to join “Wear the Pants.” As an afterthought I was
    kind of glad that I didn’t. At their age I was afraid they might get in trouble
    at school if they tried to get girls to join the club. I already felt like
    perhaps I had gone overboard with the drawings and all the things I told the
    boys about girls wiping their butts, but at least Sue didn’t seem to mind me
    telling the boys. Perhaps Sue herself wanted her boys to grow up thinking the
    same way. Her husband, an avowed diaper lover himself, would certainly not
    disagree.
    	After I got home and ate dinner I called Tony and told him how things went
    with the boys. Tony was disappointed when I told him that I had second thoughts
    about persuading Cody and Jordan to talk to girls in their school about joining
    “Wear the Pants.”
    	“Ahh man, you should have just told them to talk to the girls in their
    school. How is it any different than what we’re doing?”
    	“They’re in first grade,” I said. “I don’t know, I just think they may be
    too young to handle it. By the way, did you talk to Richard about “Wear the
    Pants?”
    	“I told him about it,” Tony replied. “But I know he’d be too shy to talk
    to girls about joining the club.” I had to agree with Tony, knowing how
    difficult it was just to get Richard to warm up to me. About three minutes later
    mom nagged me about homework again.
    	“Yes, Mom, I’ll get on it,” I sighed. “I gotta go, see you tomorrow,” I
    told Tony before hanging up. After trudging through a couple of dull homework
    assignments I decided to pare down the questionnaire form as the other boys had
    suggested. In fact, I decided to make it very simple and basic:

    ================================================================================
    WEAR THE PANTS QUESTIONNAIRE- FOR GIRLS ONLY. IF YOU ARE A BOY THEN THROW THIS
    AWAY UNLESS YOU WEAR DIAPERS. IF YOU WEAR DIAPERS OR WISH YOU DID, SHOW THIS TO
    YOUR SISTER IF YOU HAVE ONE.

    Your Name: ____________________
    Age: ____ Grade: ____
    Phone number: __________

    If you have a brother who wears diapers, fill out the following information on
    him. If you have more than one brother who wears diapers, make a copy of this
    form before filling it out so you can use it for the others.

    Brother’s Name: ____________________
    Age: ____ Grade: ____

    What kinds of diapers does he wear?

    [ ] Cloth ___ Number of diapers Are they all white diapers? [ ]Yes [ ]No
    [ ] Disposable ___ Number of diapers Are they all white diapers? [ ]Yes [ ]No
    [ ] Multiple *white* underpants ____ Number of pairs

    Does he wear pants with his diapers (at home)?
    [ ] Never [ ] Rarely [ ] Sometimes [ ] Usually [ ] Always

    Does he wear pajama bottoms with his diapers?
    [ ] Never [ ] Rarely [ ] Sometimes [ ] Usually [ ] Always

    How does your brother use his diapers?
    [ ] Pee [ ] Poop

    Is your brother toilet trained?
    [ ] Yes [ ] No

    If he is not toilet trained, what is not trained for?
    [ ] Pee (daytime) [ ] Pee (night)
    [ ] Poop (daytime) [ ] Poop (night)

    Do you think all boys should wear diapers?
    [ } Yes [ ] Just some of them [ ]No

    Would you be willing to join the "Wear the Pants" club for girls whose brothers
    wear diapers, but don't wear diapers themselves?
    [ ] Definitely [ ] Probably [ ] Maybe [ ] No

    For which reasons would you NOT join?
    [ ] Couldn't pay the dues [ ] Parents wouldn't let me [ ] Too busy for it
    [ ] My brothers wouldn’t like it [ ] I just don't want to belong to the club

    --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
    Please drop off this questionnaire in locker 232 in Hallway B. Thank you for
    taking the time to fill it out.
    ================================================================================

    	After I printed out the form I called Tony and told him what I did to
    change it. How I wish we each had fax machines so I could just send it to him
    instantly, but instead he would have to wait and see it tomorrow at school.
    	The next day (Wednesday) I met up with Tony and the other boys at break. I
    showed them all a copy of the revised copy of the questionnaire. They all agreed
    that it was much better in that it was shorter.
    	“Okay, now we need to make copies of this,” I said. “Let’s go to the
    library at lunch and do it.”
    	“The library charges ten cents a copy, and we’d have to have several dozen
    of them to put in all the lockers. We’d be paying money out the ass. We need to
    go to Kinko’s or something.”
    	“Maybe this weekend we can go there,” I suggested.
    	“Yeah, and they can reduce it down, too, so we can fit more of them on one
    page,” Luke suggested.
    	“Why don’t you just use the brochures and save your money?”
    	“Because they don’t let us know who our members are going to be. You’re
    just giving them information that they may not want. This lets us figure out who
    to give the pamphlets to.”
    	“Man, I don’t want to wait until this weekend,” I said. “I want to get
    this thing going as soon as I can!”
    	“The weekend is in just a few days, Chris. We need some time to plan
    things anyway. Let’s have a meeting this weekend and then we can discuss ways to
    reach out to more girls to join the club.”
    	“Good idea, Tony,” I said. At this point the five-minute bell rang and our
    little morning meeting adjourned.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 198
    ----------------------------

    	The rest of the school day passed without much incident. I was feeling
    more at ease with Megan, knowing that she was still my friend. My phone call to
    Angela a couple nights ago also helped. For now my goal was to see how many
    girls I could get to join the “Wear the Pants” club. I was champing at the bit
    to tell Cody and Jordan about it. I asked Cindy to hurry with my diaper change
    since I couldn’t wait to get my diapered butt over there and tell these boys. I
    pulled up my sweatpants on the way out the door towards my bike. As usual I just
    barely made it to their house before the two young boys came home from school. I
    took off my sweatpants and tossed them onto the couch and then had the boys’
    overalls stripped off along with their soiled diapers, replaced by butt-hugging
    Thickies.
    	“I got something to show you guys!” I said as I bent over to retrieve the
    brochure from my bag, making sure the boys got a good, long look at my diapered
    butt.
    	“Your poopy butt?” Cody remarked.
    	“Not yet, but give it some time,” I said. “Cindy just changed me.”
    	Knowing that Cody and Jordan were only in the first grade, I wasn’t too
    sure how well they would be able to read the pamphlets that I had on the “Wear
    the Pants” club, so I figured I would have to read the information to them and
    explain what it was about.
    	“What is that?” Jordan asked.
    	“It’s a club for girls,” I said.
    	“But we’re boys!” Cody remarked.
    	“I know that,” I said. “You’re wearing diapers, for one thing. But this
    club is for girls who help us boys out,” I explained. “It’s called ‘Wear the
    Pants.’”
    	“Why do they call it that?” Jordan asked.
    	“Simple, because it’s a club for girls who wear pants in front of boys who
    wear DIAPERS!” I stated excitedly.
    	“Is it like the club for boys who wear diapers?” Jordan asked.
    	“Yeah, it’s part of the same club,” I said. “You see, girls who join this
    club will go around and show off their pants to boys who can’t wear pants
    because they have to wear diapers instead, big THICK white diapers like mine,
    and yours!” I said as I bent over and spanked myself a couple of times. “They’ll
    try to get other boys like us to wear diapers and diapers only.”
    	Cody and Jordan both giggled.
    	“Do you ever wish the other boys at school wore diapers?” I asked them.
    Again, Cody and Jordan just giggled.
    	“I bet you two always think about what all the other boys would all look
    like in diapers, huh?” I said. Cody and Jordan said that they did.
    	“I wish we didn’t have to wear pants in school,” Cody said. “I wish we
    could just go to school in diapers all the time.”
    	“That would be nice, wouldn’t it?” I said. “That’s why we need to get some
    girls involved to help.”
    	“You mean the girls are gonna make the boys all go to school in diapers?”
    Jordan asked.
    	“Well, probably not, but they’ll just go around promoting the idea.”
    	“What’s ‘promoting’ mean?” Cody asked.
    	“It means they’ll tell everyone that boys wearing diapers is a good idea
    and every boy should do it. They’ll tell other girls not to help their little
    brothers use the potty and to make them have accidents,” I clarified. I then
    handed the boys each a copy of the brochure and asked them if they could read
    it.
    	“Some of it, but it looks kind of hard,” Cody said. I grabbed another copy
    of the brochure and read it aloud to the boys and explained the parts they
    didn’t understand. Upon doing this I wasn’t quite so sure that the boys were old
    enough to go around trying to recruit girls into joining the club. Then I had an
    idea.
    	“Hey, you boys wanna do some coloring?” I asked them.
    	“I kind of wanted to play a game or something,” Jordan said.
    	“Come on, I’ll make this just as fun,” I said, so the boys agreed. I then
    followed Cody and Jordan to their bedroom where they each grabbed their crayons
    and some paper. We then gathered around the kitchen table. The two boys sat on
    one side of the table while I sat on the other side.
    	“So what are we gonna color?” Jordan asked.
    	“I’m gonna have you make some signs for girls to look at,” I said. “I’ll
    tell you what to draw and you draw it.”
    	“Okay!” Jordan said.
    	“First, draw this in the corner,” I said, pointing to the “Wear the Pants”
    insignia. I decided I should play along so the boys don’t mess up and make
    mistakes. “Here, I’ll show you,” I said. I then grabbed a magenta crayon to draw
    the top portion, representing the female sex symbol, and then a blue crayon to
    draw the “pants” part, like this:

     O
    -+-
     |
    / \

    	“Now you boys try it,” I said. I handed each of the boys the separate
    crayons and had them draw the respective portions in the correct color. The boys
    then swapped crayons and drew the other half.
    	“Good!” I said. “Now draw a picture of a girl wearing pants. I’ll draw one
    first, and then you guys can draw your own.”
    	As I drew the picture of the girl, I couldn’t decide whether to draw a
    girl representing Cindy (long, blonde hair, average build), or Lisa (long
    brunette hair with a big chest, wide hips and big ass). On one hand, Lisa had
    changed my diapers more over the years and was more vocal and pronounced in her
    ways of having me wear diapers, but Lisa hardly ever changed my diapers anymore
    and this duty had largely become Cindy’s responsibility. I briefly considered
    drawing Megan, but she wasn’t my sister. Then I figured, what the hell, draw
    both of them.
    	“You’re drawing two girls?” Cody remarked.
    	“Yeah, I couldn’t decide which sister to draw, so I drew them both.”
    	“She’s kind of fat-looking,” Jordan remarked on my crayon rendering of
    Lisa.
    	“Yeah, she is. This is my sister Lisa. You’ve seen her before.”
    	When I finished I decided to let the boys draw their girls. I was curious
    to see what the boys would come up with, being that they did not have sisters. I
    figured they probably thought about some girls they knew at school, perhaps even
    liked but were afraid to admit that they did.
    	“Who’s she?” I asked Cody, pointing to his girl.
    	“Her name’s Melissa,” Cody replied.
    	“Who’s Melissa?” I asked him. She was drawn with blonde hair (yellow).
    	“This girl at school that goes around telling everybody me and Jordan wear
    diapers,” he said.
    	“Looks like you already have some potential recruits in mind,” I said,
    realizing I was speaking over the boys’ heads again after they gave me a
    confused look. “Uhh... potential... it means she’d probably want to join the
    club. And recruits means, ahh, never mind.”
    	“I’m drawing Angie!” Jordan said. His girl had black hair. “She talks
    about us boys in diapers, too!”
    	“I’m sure lots of them do,” I said. “Why Angie?” I asked Jordan.
    	“Because she says I stink a lot,” Jordan said.
    	“Do you like it when she says this?” I asked Jordan.
    	“Yeah, it’s funny because she makes a face like this after I poop my
    diapers!” Jordan then demonstrated the facial expression.
    	“What does Melissa say?”
    	“She says I stink, but she says she’s used to it because she has a little
    brother who’s still in diapers.”
    	“There you go!” I said. “Talk to her first thing and see what she says.
    See if she will want to join the club!”
    	The boys continued coloring “Melissa” and “Angie” and once they looked
    like they were finished I said, “Okay, now comes the fun part! Draw yourself...
    in big, super-super thick diapers that go up really high!” I said. Again, I lead
    by example and draw a boy that represented me. I made sure my diapers were drawn
    to be super thick and high with my legs spread apart. I drew myself with a short
    shirt. I wanted to draw the Thickies diaper logo on the shirt, too, but I didn’t
    think I could squeeze it in with the crayon, so I got up to look for a pen or
    pencil. While doing so I took a moment to stare at the two diaper-clad boys with
    their white padded-up diaper butts sticking up in the air. It was a very cute
    sight, making me wish I had a camera with me. Once I found a pen I returned to
    the table and resumed my own work. The boys in the meantime were still working
    on their self-portraits of their diapered state of dress.
    	“That’s good!” I said. “Make those diapers really thick and high!” I was
    going to offer to write the “Thickies” logo on their shirts, but Jordan had
    already colored his in, and as anyone who has ever worked with crayons knows,
    you can’t write anything in pencil over crayon. Cody had proceeded to do the
    same thing. I then wrote WEAR THE PANTS below the insignia on my drawing and
    decided to do the same for the boys. I also wrote WEAR THE PANTS CLUB FOR GIRLS
    ONLY at the top of the page and helped the boys with this as well.
    	“Can you read this?” I asked the boys. Both of them were able to read the
    heading without any problem. To finish things off, I grabbed a brown crayon and
    drew squiggly lines emanating from behind me to suggest poop odors. The two boys
    decided to do the same to their drawings.
    	Next, I thought about what I should write underneath the drawings. I
    wanted something that would explain what the club is about in such a way that
    primary school age children would understand it. I figured while I was trying to
    think up of a way to write it the boys could make some more drawings of
    themselves in diapers and of girls in pants.
    	“Now do another one, but show the boys and the girls from behind,” I said.
    “That way we can compare the girls’ butts in pants to the boys’ diapered butts!”
    	While Cody and Jordan continued to make drawings of diapered boys and
    their pants-clad sisters I drafted out a message to write below the drawing. By
    the time I was satisfied this was how it read:

    “Girls, if you are between the ages of 6 and 14 you can join a fun club just for
    girls who are proud to be potty trained and like to show it off to boys who wear
    diapers or should wear diapers. If you’d like to see more boys in diapers and
    think that all boys belong in diapers (especially your bratty brother) and
    shouldn’t be allowed to wear pants, then join WEAR THE PANTS today! Call Chris
    at 555-3278.”

    	After I had completed this page and finished transcribing it to Jordan’s
    drawing I thought of other approaches and decided to write other messages:

    “Girls, does your brother forget to wipe his butt after he poops? Does he have
    accidents a lot? Are you tired of seeing his skidmarked underwear? Are you tired
    of listening to your mom scold him for these problems? Aren’t you glad it’s not
    you? Most of all, do you think putting him in diapers (and keeping him in
    diapers) is a good idea? Do you like to tease him because he has these problems?
    Then join WEAR THE PANTS today! It’s a fun club just for girls who wear the
    pants and keep them clean! Call Chris at 555-3278 for details.”

    	I decided to put this message on my version of the drawing. I then took
    Cody’s first drawing and wrote the following:

    “Does your brother forget to flush the toilet? When you see his turds floating
    in the bowl do you see NO WADS OF TOILET PAPER, meaning he FORGOT TO WIPE HIS
    BUTT? Does he forget that he has to go to the bathroom in the first place and
    have accidents in his pants? Do you think your mom and dad wasted their time
    potty training him and should have left him in diapers? Do you want to get him
    back into diapers? The join WEAR THE PANTS today and call me (Chris) at 555-
    3278. You’ll be glad you did.”

    I decided to do my own version of a butt view of my two sisters and myself in
    ultra-thick diapers. By this time Cody and Jordan had completed their drawings
    and had gotten up to eat. They wanted to snack on crackers and cheese and milk,
    so I helped them with this and then returned to my drawing. When I finished it I
    wrote:

    “Girls, you have a butt and your brother has a butt. Both of you poop out of
    your butts, so why is it that only you can keep your clean and wiped and your
    brother can’t? Because you’re a girl and he’s a boy! Since your brother and
    other boys can’t handle basic butt hygiene, don’t you think they should just all
    wear diapers? So do I! That’s why I am looking for girls ages 6 to 14 to join a
    new, fun and exciting club, called WEAR THE PANTS, just for girls who want all
    boys to wear diapers. Call Chris at 555-3278 for details.”

    	I was on a roll now. I could probably write these little blurbs for the
    rest of the day. I looked at the drawings Cody and Jordan had finished. They
    were pretty good, about as good as one can expect from six-year-olds, but there
    was a distinctive feature I felt they had left out (they also forgot to put the
    insignia in the corner). The girls did not have pockets or a center seam in the
    seats of their pants. I thought about having the boys come back in and add these
    features to their drawings, but they were preoccupied with the TV and their
    snacks, so I grabbed a black crayon and applied these additions for them.
    	I was going to have the boys take all of these papers to school to show
    them to the girls, but I thought about them possibly losing these pages or
    having someone (like a teacher) confiscate them. I wanted to get some copies
    made, but I was stuck with two little boys and I didn’t think I should take them
    out with me again and have them riding their bikes along a busy street, not
    without their mother Sue knowing. Maybe the boys would let me take them home
    with me, and then I could give their drawings back. On the other hand, maybe
    they could make a second copy of the drawings themselves. I decided to get some
    crackers and cheese myself and then join the boys in watching cartoons. They
    were watching “Ren and Stimpy” and laughing at the references to farts, poop and
    butts. I watched it with them. When the show was over I asked the boys to make
    another copy each of their two drawings. When they asked me why I told them I
    wanted to take a set of them with me to show to my friends. They agreed and went
    to work on making more drawings like the ones they made before.
    	After Sue got home the boys showed her the drawings we made today.
    	“Oh, you guys!” she said, snickering. “I don’t think I should put these on
    the refrigerator, though.”
    	“We’re gonna take them to school tomorrow,” Cody said.
    	“Oh?” Sue said. “I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” she said.
    	“But mom! We want to help Chris get girls to join his club!”
    	“Club? You mean girls are allowed to join your club now?” Sue asked me.
    	“Not the boys’ diaper club,” I stated. “It’s a club for girls who like to
    see boys in diapers.”
    	“That shouldn’t be too hard to organize,” Sue said. “Lots of girls like to
    see little boys in diapers. I should know, I was one of them, I had little
    brothers of my own, I babysat boys who wore diapers, including some who were
    older than me, and then I eventually married one.” In spite of Sue’s
    lighthearted response to the drawings and their purpose, somehow I could tell
    that Sue wasn’t too keen on the idea of her sons promoting the “Wear the Pants”
    club.
    	“You weren’t really going to have my boys show these drawings to girls in
    school, were you, Chris?” Sue asked me, sounding somewhat concerned.
    	“Well, I was going to have them show this brochure to the girls,” I said
    as I handed it to Sue. “But first graders probably can’t read things like
    this...”
    	“Probably not,” Sue agreed. I then continued.
    	“...so I had the boys make their own promo materials.”
    	“I see,” Sue said. “Chris, I know you love your diapers and so do my boys,
    and I’m cool with that, but it’s not something I want them to be sharing with
    all their classmates. Everybody knows they wear diapers, so it’s not like the
    boys need to draw any more attention to it. I just don’t want my boys getting in
    trouble. You understand, Chris?”
    	“Yeah, I do,” I said, disappointed. “I’m sorry, Sue.”
    	“Nothing to be sorry about,” Sue said, comforting me. “You just have to
    realize that there are certain limits to how far you can share your interests in
    diapers, and I think having my boys go around showing girls these drawings is a
    little more than I want them to be doing. Maybe if they were in junior high like
    you they could handle it more responsibly, but right now I think they’re too
    young to understand what they’d really be doing.”
    	“I understand,” I said.
    	“You probably better get going, Chris, it’s starting to get dark,” Sue
    told me.
    	“Okay,” I said as I slipped on my sweatpants and picked up my book bag,
    putting the drawings in with it. Sue had then knelt down to retrieve some pots
    from the cupboard, so she was momentarily preoccupied. I used this moment to
    tell the boys, “Can you at least mention the club to the girls?”
    	“Yeah, we’ll ask some of the girls.”
    	“You know my phone number?”
    	“555-2378,” Cody recited.
    	“See you guys tomorrow,” I said as I headed out the door for home.
    	Once I got home I asked Mom if Tony could come over for dinner. Mom sighed
    for a moment and then said, “I guess, but he’s gotta go back home as soon as
    he’s finished eating.”
    	“That’s fine,” I said. “Thanks.” I then called Tony and invited him over.
    In ten minutes he was at the door and in eleven he had his sweatpants off. Since
    dinner wasn’t quite ready Tony and I decided to work on the questionnaire form
    on the computer. We saved the file and ran off a print.
    	“See if you can make it smaller,” Tony suggested.
    	“Sure,” I said, highlighting the text and selecting “condensed”, at 20
    characters per inch. This made the text harder to read when printed on a 9-pin
    dot matrix printer, but we wanted to put several copies of the same text on one
    page. We tinkered with the page until we could get four copies of the
    questionnaire on a single page. By this time Mom hollered for us to wash our
    hands and join the family at the dinner table.
    	Tony and I each had two helpings of dinner, enough to ensure a messy
    diaper change for our respective sisters in a few hours. We didn’t talk much
    about our plans for promoting the girls’ club at the dinner table, but talked
    about it once we were back in my bedroom. I told Tony about Sue not wanting her
    boys to go around school getting girls to sign up for the “Wear The Pants” club.
    	“That sucks,” he said.
    	“Yeah, but I can kind of see her point. I mean, those kids are only six
    years old, after all.”
    	I showed Tony the drawings the boys made.
    	“These kick ass!” he said.
    	“They diaper ass, that’s for sure,” I remarked.
    	“Dude, we should make copies of these, too,” Tony said.
    	“I plan on it,” I said. At this point Mom came into my room and told Tony
    it was time for him to go home and for me to get going on my homework.
    	“See you tomorrow,” I said to Tony as he picked up his sweatpants and
    slipped them on before heading out the door.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 199
    ----------------------------

    	For the remainder of the night I thought about how and where to distribute
    copies of the Wear the Pants pre-screening questionnaires around the school. I
    then thought about making up some sort of flyer. “Quickly, I loaded Print Shop
    and put together a sign that read:

    ATTENTION GIRLS!
         - - -
    JOIN “WEAR THE
    PANTS”- Ask
    Chris Barrett
    “THE DIAPER BOY”
    (locker 282 or
    meet me at lunch)

    	I was going to put my phone number on there but I didn’t want everyone
    calling when I wasn’t there (at the twins’ house). I added a graphic of some
    pants in each of the corners. I finished it off with a decorative border. At
    this time mom had given me my second and final warning to get to bed or get a
    spanking (I knew all my diapers were not a deterrent to getting them taken off
    for a spanking). I let the one copy I was running off finish, much to mom’s
    annoyance, as a nine-pin doc matrix printer doesn’t run too fast when printing
    graphics, especially in “fine” mode.
    	“How much more, Chris?” Mom asked me as I watched the printer chug along.
    	“It’s about half done,” I said.
    	“Let it run and get it in the morning,” Mom said. “You’re already fifteen
    minutes past your bedtime.”
    	“Yes, Mom, good night,” I said as I headed off to bed.
    	When I got up the next morning (Thursday) I retrieved the printout I had
    started last bight and put it in my book bag, intending to make a few copies of
    it to post around the school.
    	I went to school with my mind on one thing- getting girls to join the Wear
    the Pants club and encouraging them to keep their brothers in diapers. As I
    walked through the hallway I spotted various strategic places where I could post
    the flyers once I had made a few copies of them along with some copies of the
    pre-screening questionnaire (Tony agreed to pitch in on the cost). I thought
    about posting copies of it around the girls’ bathroom and locker room entrance
    (maybe I could recruit Megan to post them inside of these places where no boy
    shall ever set foot). My first step was to run off several copies of the ore-
    screeners in the library, enough to get things started and test the response and
    then step up my efforts if the response warrants it. I would need to get down to
    Kinko’s to get a better rate per copy tomorrow.
    	We hurried and ate lunch as quickly as we could. As we walked to the
    library to run off copies of my flyer and the pre-screeners we realized that
    there really wasn’t any time to post flyers or distribute pre-screeners before
    the day was over, so we decided to just make copies at Kinko’s and then bring
    them with us tomorrow. I asked Tony if he could go to Kinko’s and do the copying
    of the flyers and the pre-screening forms since he mentioned that he was going
    with his mom to the supermarket, and I knew there was a Kinko’s close by to
    where his family always went grocery shopping. He agreed to do this, so I left
    him with the masters of the flyer and the pre-screening slips.
    	After school was out and I was home Cindy changed my diapers. Before I
    left to go to the twins’ house to babysit them I went out into the laundry room
    and went through some of the baskets to retrieve a pair of one of my sister’s
    panties to show the twins since they wanted to see what girls’ underwear looked
    like. I felt rather creepy wanting to handle my sister’s panties, especially if
    it was a dirty pair. Still, these boys needed to be educated on the differences
    between boys and girls and what they wear for underwear.
    	I came across one of Cindy’s panties, which I knew was hers from its size
    and from the other items in the basket such as the shirts. I presumed it was a
    worn pair (I didn’t want to say it was dirty since the crotch was still clean,
    as I’d expect from a girl). It was a pink-and-white striped pair. I then saw
    another basket with clothes that appeared to be Lisa’s (including a pair of
    jeans that were big in the butt). Laying on top of it was a strip of purple
    fabric with flecks of glitter embedded in the material. I pulled on it and
    discovered it was a pair of Lisa’s underwear, and it was a thong.
    	“Perfect!” I thought as I stashed the samples of girls’ underwear in my
    bag, hoping Cindy wouldn’t suspect my being in the laundry room. Before I left I
    decided to include a sample of boys’ underwear, having one of Jay’s pairs of
    underwear he had left here from a sleepover. He didn’t ask for it back and I
    figured he had lots of underwear as it was and he wouldn’t likely miss it. I
    went to my bedroom and tossed it in to my school bag.
    	I made my exit out of the house and headed over to Cody’s and Jordan’s
    house. The boys stripped off their pants and awaited my diapering them. After
    they had their milk and cookies I told them I had something to show them, so of
    course they got excited. I pulled out the pair of underwear that belonged to
    Cindy and laid it on the floor. The boys giggled.
    	“Is that your sister’s underwear?” Cody asked me.
    	“Yeah, bet you never saw anything like it, huh?”
    	“Not except for pictures and stuff,” Cody said. He then reached for it to
    pick it up, only for Jordan to intervene and say, “Eww, you’re gonna touch a
    girl’s underwear?”
    	“Gotta admit it’s a lot cleaner than our diapers,” I said to the boys.
    Cody then examined the mysterious garment and commented on how it looked more
    like the bottom half of a girl’s swimsuit.
    	“I bet half her butt shows over the top of it,” Cody said.
    	“Wait until you see what my other sister Lisa wears,” I said, pulling out
    the large purple thong I had swiped. Again, Cody examined it with wonderment and
    curiosity.
    	“This is underwear?” Cody asked.
    	“Yeah, it doesn’t look like it,” Jordan added.
    	“It’s called a thong. The front part is here and this goes over her girl
    privates, and this is the part that goes over her butt, or, up her butt,” I
    said, pointing to the narrow string that comprised the “seat” of the garment.
    	“Why would your sister wear this? I mean, I bet all her butt shows.”
    	“It’s supposed to,” I said. “I think she wears it because her boyfriend
    likes to see her wearing them.”
    	“He likes to look at her butt?” Cody asked naively.
    	You’ll understand when you get older,” I assured the boys.
    	“If a boy wore this he’d get poop all over it,” Jordan remarked. “Your
    sister must wipe good.”
    	“She has to in order to wear one of these,” I said.
    	“Have you ever seen her wearing it?” Cody asked.
    	“No, other than through her nightshirt. I can imagine what she looks like
    in it, though. Her butt is about this big,” I said, as I demonstrated to the
    boys the size of her body. The boys giggled and said that there are a couple of
    fat girls in school who are that big. Knowing that I liked fat girls myself,
    such as Megan, I told the boys that a lot of boys like fat girls and think
    they’re cute and that the ones who are fat are not fat because they chose to be
    fat. I didn’t expect this to sink into their six-year-old minds, but it was the
    most I could do. My main objective was to show the boys how much different
    girls’ underwear is from boys’ underwear and how wearing such underwear requires
    girls to keep their butts wiped, especially thongs.
    	“Now take a look at what boys have to wear when they don’t wear diapers,”
    I said as I pulled out the pair of Jay’s underwear. I figured they had likely
    seen other boys wearing it but did not have a chance to examine a boy’s brief up
    close. The boys giggled and commented on how it still looked like a diaper.
    	“Yes, its pure white color does lend to its diaper-like appearance, I must
    say,” I said ever so eruditely. I pointed out the various features of the
    garment such as the wide, strong waistband with its bold red and black stripes,
    the fly front, which piqued the boys’ curiosity.
    	“Why does it have that?” Jordan asked.
    	“The fly front? I think it’s so the boy can stick his wee-wee through it
    when he has to pee, but most toilet-trained boys will just pull it down. It also
    gives support to the boy’s ball sack.” Cody and Jordan giggled when I said this.
    I pointed out how the crotch has to be wide because of the boy having external
    boy parts that a girl doesn’t have, comparing it to the narrow crotch of Cindy’s
    panties and the virtually nonexistent crotch of Lisa’s thong.
    	I then turned the garment around and showed the boys the back of it,
    saving the best part for last.
    	“It rises up higher so poop doesn’t leak out,” I said. “If you look around
    at school you’ll see that boys’ underwear usually shows above their pants but
    girls’ panties don’t show unless their pants are low or loose enough to look
    down the back.”
    	I then pointed out the extra panels sewn into the seat and explained this
    feature to the boys.
    	“This is for extra padding since boys don’t wipe and have a lot of poop
    accidents,” I said. “Only boys have this on their underwear since girls wipe and
    don’t need extra layers on the butt of their underwear.”
    	“I’ve never seen that before,” Jordan remarked, stating that he had seen
    other boys in white underwear but never with extra layers in the seat.
    	“That’s because Jay’s sisters have to add the extra layers,” I explained.
    “You see, they used to make boys’ underwear like this. If you look in old Sears
    catalogs or watch old movies like ‘Bless the Beasts and Children’, you see boys
    wearing this kind of underwear. They put two layers in their underwear like
    this. I don’t know why they stopped making them this way. Jay’s sisters put
    three extra layers in his underwear, sometimes more. And since Jay wears a whole
    bunch of these at a time, they get really, really super, duper pooper thick,
    especially in the butt part so that everyone can see what a poopy boy he is. He
    can’t wear any pants over them, so his sisters get to see his thick padded butt
    just like mine do.”
    	I then showed the boys the poop stains that were permanently embedded in
    the fabric of the inner layers that had been cut out from older pairs of
    underwear that had since passed their prime.
    	As I concluded my lesson to the boys about boys and girls’ underwear I
    laid all three garments on the floor side by side, first comparing their frontal
    views, pointing out the crotches of each while I was at it. I then turned them
    over (except for the thong) and let the boys see the differences between the
    girls’ pink-striped panties and the boys’ pure white quad-seated briefs.
    	“If you had to wear underwear instead of diapers, which one would you
    wear?”
    	“This one!” Jordan said as he pointed at Jay’s briefs.
    	“Me, too!” Cody said.
    	To ensure that the boys had absorbed some of the information I had told
    them I asked them what they learned from my presentation on boys’ and girls’
    underwear. Both boys said that boys need thicker underwear that looks like
    diapers because boys don’t wipe and have poop accidents a lot.
    	“Very good,” I said. “And why does the boys’ underwear come up higher?”
    	“To hold the poop in!” Cody exclaimed.
    	“Nice job, boys!” I said as I put the undergarments away and moved on to
    some other activities. After I got the boys engaged and preoccupied with an
    activity in their bedroom I went out to the front room to jack off in my
    diapers. I then returned to play with the boys until Sue got home, at which time
    I headed home myself.
    	After I got home from babysitting the twins Mom said she was going to get
    some groceries.
    	“Cool! Can I come?” I asked, seeing this as an opportunity to go to the
    nearby Kinko’s to make copies. Perhaps I could meet Tony there if he was there
    at the same time.
    	“How’s the homework?” Mom asked.
    	“Just a math assignment, and some Social Studies reading.”
    	“How about Reading?” Mom asked. She was really on my ass about my grade in
    Mr. Eastman’s dreadfully boring Reading class.
    	“Yeah, that, too,” I said.
    	“I won’t be at the store for very long, so I guess you can come.”
    	“Why you so excited? You want to scope out boys for padded butts?” Cindy
    remarked.
    	“No, I want to make copies at Kinko’s,” I said.
    	“That’s fine,” Mom said.
    	“Chris, Chris-O, the Chrisinator! Making cop-pees!” Cindy remarked,
    imitating Rob Schneider’s “Richard Laymer” character from the Saturday Night
    Live office worker skit. I just gave her a wry glance before going over to the
    computer to run off another master of the pre-screening slips. I figured we’d
    need more of these than anything. While I let that run I grabbed five dollars
    from my money bank. I stuck the money in the pocket of my jacket since my
    sweatpants had no pockets, of course.
    	“Chris, you ready to go?” Mom asked me.
    	“Yeah,” I said as the printer finished up.
    	“How are your diapers?” Mom asked me.
    	“Wet and stinky, what else?” Cindy remarked as she pulled down-- not
    pulled back, pulled down to my knees—my sweatpants to examine my diapers.
    	“We’ll be back in less than an hour, I think he can survive,” Mom said. I
    pulled the sweatpants back up, only for Cindy to push them back down.
    	“Cindy!” I remarked.
    	“But I thought you liked being in just your diapers!” she said.
    	“I do, but I have to wear these!”
    	“No you don’t. Don’t you want all the cute good-looking girls at Kinko’s
    to see those cute legs of yours?”
    	“Do you know what month it is?” I asked Cindy.
    	“I know what time of the month it is, which is why I’m going, too!” Cindy
    remarked.
    	“He doesn’t need to know that,” Mom remarked. “Come on, kids, I need to
    get things for dinner tonight.”
    	Just as we headed for the car Dad came home from work. He seemed to be in
    a decent mood, so the stock market must have done okay. Lisa was at work and she
    wasn’t going to be home for a little while still. Cindy and I got into the car.
    I had to ride in the back seat, but I would get the front seat on the way home.
    We drove a couple miles to the Albertson’s store. Mom parked the car and told me
    to be back in 15 minutes.
    	“That’s not enough time,” I said.
    	“For God’s sake, Chris, how many copies are you going to make?” Mom asked
    me.
    	“Whatever I can get for five dollars,” I said.
    	“All right, twenty minutes, but try to be back before that if you can/”
    	“Okay, Mom,” I said as I got out of the car. Since it was starting to rain
    I had to keep the printout from getting wet. I kept it inside my jacket. As I
    walked into Kinko’s I looked to see if Tony might be there, but I didn’t see
    him. Since the self-service copies were the cheapest I grabbed one of the copy
    counter keys from the front desk and went up to a vacant machine and ran off 100
    copies, which at five cents a copy would take up the whole five dollars. I had
    an extra dollar to cover the sales tax. Between this and whatever Tony had run
    off I felt confident that I’d have enough of the pre-screening forms to reach a
    good portion of the seventh-grade class, especially since we’d make more copies
    this weekend after Sue paid me for my babysitting.
    	While I was running off copies I saw a girl who looked to be about my age
    walked past along with a boy whom I presumed to be her little brother. He looked
    to be about nine or ten years old. She was tall and slender and she had long
    blonde hair, glasses and braces. She was wearing tight blue jeans that hugged
    her tight little ass. I didn’t recognize her, though she could have gone to my
    school. Her brother had short brown hair and was wearing gym shorts, appearing
    to have either come from playing basketball or was on his way to playing. I
    couldn’t tell if he was diapered or not, but he looked like a boy I’d love to
    see with his butt all padded up in white by his sister.
    	Since I was still wearing my “Wear the Pants” button I opened up my jacket
    and went up to her, glancing behind me to make sure the copier was still running
    and that nobody would swipe my copies on me.
    	“Excuse me, is he your brother?”
    	“Yes, why?” the girl asked.
    	“Is he a brat?”
    	“Aren’t all brothers?”
    	“Great!” I thought; she was a potential candidate!
    	“Yeah, they are. Just ask my sisters.”
    	I had one of the brochures with me, so I gave it to her along with one of
    the pre-screeners that I had run off. I found some scissors to cut out one of
    the forms and gave it to the girl.
    	“You aren’t selling anything, are you?” the girl asked.
    	“No, I just thought you might be interested in joining a club I’m trying
    to get girls to join,” I said as I removed my jacket, hoping the girl would see
    my diapers showing above my sweatpants. As I returned the scissors to the table
    I dropped them on purpose so I’d have to bend over and let her see my padded
    butt through the sweat pants.
    	“My phone number’s on there if you want to join.”
    	“Okay,” the girl said as she giggled.
    	“Read the brochure. I think you’ll want to join.”
    	“Uhh, okay, yeah, sure, I’ll think about it,” she said with an awkward
    smile before turning her attention to her brother saying, “Come on, Brad, let’s
    see if Mom’s finished.”
    	I watched the girl walk over to another section of the store, seeing that
    she was reading the brochure. I got excited as I thought about her changing her
    brother’s diapers and keeping him in diapers. She disappeared behind a cubicle
    wall where her mother must have been using one of the desktop publishing
    computers.
    	By this time my copies had finished. I looked at the key meter, which read
    “000100”.
    	“Perfect,” I said. As I approached the counter I saw Tony walk in.
    	“Tony!” I said.
    	“Hey, Chris!” he said. “You run some copies off, too?”
    	“I made a hundred of them,” I said.
    	“I called your house before we left but your dad said you were out with
    your Mom. I’m glad you’re here because I forgot to ask you how many flyers you
    wanted and how many of the other things you wanted.”
    	“How much money did you bring?”
    	“Five bucks.”
    	“It’s five cents a copy. Make, oh, say, ahh hell, twen-- nah, thirty
    flyers and the rest of them the screening forms.”
    	While I was talking to Tony I saw the girl and her brother and I pointed
    them out, telling him that I had spoken to her.
    	“I think she might want to join!” I said.
    	“All right, Chris! Good job!”
    	“Look, I gotta run, my mom wants me back in 20 minutes and I know it’s
    been fifteen.”
    	“All right, see you tomorrow,” Tony said as he grabbed one of the copy
    counter keys and went over to the same machine I had used. A young girl rang up
    my copies and put them in a plastic bag for me. I don’t know if the store has a
    policy regarding employees not looking at what kinds of things people copy. If
    there was such a policy, I think she violated it since she took a quick glance
    at the topmost page before sticking the stack in the bag.
    	I hurried out of the store and met up with Mom in the supermarket. When we
    got to the diaper aisle I saw Tony’s mom and his little sister Kara picking up
    baby wipes.
    	“Hello, Chris! Hi, Brenda!” Tony’s mom greeted us.
    	“Hello, Sandy,” my mother greeted Tony’s mom in return.
    Kara giggled and said, “we’re picking up butt wipes for Tony!”
    	“I see that,” I said. She then grabbed a package of toilet paper and said,
    “this is the butt wipe I use!”
    	“Of course, gotta keep those panties clean!” I said.
    	“Kara, shhh! Not so loud in the store!” her mother shushed her.
    	“Sorry, Mom,” Kara said ruefully.
    	“You too, Chris,” Mom said as she grabbed a tub of baby butt wipes for me.
    	“Looks like you’re getting some, too!” Kara said.
    	“I see you’ve been next door,” Tony’s mom said. “Did you see Tony over
    there?”
    	“Yeah, he came in just as I was about to leave,” I said.
    	“So what are you boys up to anyway?”
    	“We’re trying to organize a club for the sisters of diaper-wearing
    brothers called ‘Wear the Pants’.”
    	“Oh yes, of course!” Tony’s mother said.
    	“Just remember, school work comes first,” Mom said.
    	“I know, mom, I know.”
    	“Since you have homework we’d better get going soon and I need to get
    dinner fixed.”
    	We parted ways with Tony’s mother and sister and mom finished up her
    shopping, which included a stop in the adjoining aisle to pick up toilet paper.
    	“Do we go through as much toilet paper as we used to go through before I
    started wearing diapers?” I asked mom.
    	“Considering how rarely you bothered to wipe your butt before you got put
    into diapers permanently, not really,” Mom answered.
    	“I bet you we use more since Lisa’s butt’s bigger than it used to be,” I
    quipped.
    	“Chris, come on,” Mom scolded me mildly.
    	“Where’s Cindy?”
    	“Looking at the magazines,” Mom said. “Go get her and tell her I’m at the
    checkout. No dawdling!”
    	“Yes, Mom,” I said. I went up to Cindy and told her we were leaving.
    	“What are you reading?” I asked Cindy.
    	“People magazine, in case you can’t read the cover,” she replied
    sarcastically.
    	“I meant, what are you reading, like, an article?”
    	“Yes, I’m reading about Tom Cruise. I bet he’ll win an Oscar for his role
    in ‘The Firm’.”
    	“Yeah, whatever, sure,” I said dismissively. “Why do you read that stuff?”
    	“Why do you wear diapers?” Cindy asked me defensively.
    	“What does that have to do with anything?” I asked. “You know why.”
    	“Yes, but tell me why you wear diapers,” Cindy asked, getting the
    attention of some younger teenage girls who entered the magazines area.
    	“Because I pee and poop uncontrollably,” I said to see how the girls would
    react. They looked at me funny and then laughed.
    	“You like to wear them, just like I like to read this stuff. We all like
    different things, Chris. Yours is just weirder than mine.”
    	“Mom’s waiting for us, you know,” I said as I headed towards the checkout
    counter. Mom had just gotten up to the conveyer belt. I helped her load the
    groceries onto the belt. I placed the tub of baby butt wipes on the belt first
    thing. As I sifted through the various cans, boxes and other containers, I
    purposely avoided the toilet paper and the box of tampons, which I presumed was
    placed in there by Cindy. I was hoping Mom would grab it, and finally, much to
    my relief, she did before greeting the cashier. The toilet paper was the last
    item in the cart. Mom had already advanced to the counter to fill out the check.
    Mom looked at the conveyer belt and saw that I had loaded everything except for
    the toilet paper.
    	“Where’s the toilet paper?”
    	“It’s still in the cart,” I said.
    	“Well, put it up there!” Mom said.
    	“But I don’t use toilet paper!” I said. The clerk, a man who appeared to
    be in his thirties, looked at me funny.
    	“Come on, Chris, there are other people in line, and where’s Cindy?”
    	“Still reading magazines, I guess,” I said.
    	“I’m right here, mom!” Cindy said as she cut ahead of the other shoppers
    with their carts in line and tossed the People magazine she was reading onto the
    conveyor belt.
    	“Cindy, Could you grab the toilet paper and set it on the counter? It
    seems your little brother doesn’t want to handle it.” A little girl in the line
    with her mother giggled as Mom said this.
    	“He shouldn’t, he has no use for it.”
    	“How does he wipe his butt?” a boy asked Cindy, much to the embarrassment
    of his mother.
    	“He doesn’t. He wears diapers like all boys should,” Cindy said as she
    pulled down on the back of my sweatpants to show the boy and his sister and
    mother what I was wearing. I took this quick opportunity to grab another
    brochure and handed it to the girl. I also gave her the other half of the copied
    sheet I had cut and given to the girl at Kinko’s.
    	“You might be interested in this,” I said before loading the bagged
    groceries into the cart. On the bottom rack of the cart was a large bag of cat
    litter for Cotton. When we got out to the car Mom asked me to lift it into the
    trunk.
    	“You don’t seem to mind handling cat litter, and yet you don’t use that
    for your poop,” Mom said to me.
    	“Cats don’t wear diapers,” was my reply.
    	“Get your butt in here; it’s pouring rain,” Mom prompted me. I got into
    the front seat and removed my sweat pants since we were not going to be stopping
    any place else before going home.
    	Once we were back home we had dinner (Hamburger Helper, French bread and
    canned corn) and then I did my homework. I spent the last hour of the evening
    playing Nintendo next door at Derek’s house (long having since shed my
    sweatpants and gotten changed into my cloth diapers as I went over there
    pantsless) and then I was sent home since it was past Derek’s bedtime and my own
    bedtime (cribtime?) was approaching.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 200
    ----------------------------

    	Once again it was Friday and I was looking forward to the coming weekend.
    Moreover, I was looking forward to garnering interest from the girls to join
    “Wear the Pants” and make their brothers all wear diapers. Last night I had cut
    the sheets of paper from the photocopies into individual slips. I stayed up past
    my bedtime and I literally worked undercover to do it, working with nothing more
    than a flashlight. My hands were sore from all the cutting I did (though not
    sore enough to keep me from rubbing one out), and I was tired when I woke up
    this morning, but the effort was well worth it.
    	I had my day planned out. Tony and I, along with Luke and Bryce, would
    work to distribute copies of the pre-screener forms to as many lockers as
    possible in the sixth- and seventh-graders’ hallways. If my calculations were
    correct then there should have been enough to go around at least in the sixth
    and seventh grades. I planned to make more copies this weekend to give to Derek
    to distribute in his elementary school. Since Jay was still on crutches he
    couldn’t really go around sticking slips of paper in locker vents. Instead he
    was given the task of posting flyers in various places throughout the school.
    During the morning break we convened and discussed our game plan. At lunch we
    would eat quickly and then split ways to carry out our designated duties. Tony
    would take the left side of the seventh grade hallway and I would take the right
    side. Bryce and Luke would work their way through the six graders’ hallway. Jay
    planned to post flyers at various strategic locations. I even brought some
    mailing tape with me and gave it to Jay for this purpose.
    	Lunch time came around and we ate as quickly as we could. We still had
    about 25 minutes, which we felt would be enough time to cover plenty of ground.
    Tony and I started at the south end of the seventh graders’ hallway.
    	“Should I stick a slip in each and every locker?” Tony asked me.
    	“Sure, because if we come back and do it again we won’t remember which
    ones we stuck them in,” I said.
    	“What if someone’s at their locker already?” Tony asked me.
    	“If it’s a girl, just hand it to her,” I said.
    	With about 20 minutes left I figured at an average rate of one locker for
    every two seconds I could get 600 slips inserted. Since there weren’t even that
    many lockers on one side of the hallway there was no need to hurry, but we still
    wanted to work fast in case someone saw us and didn’t approve. One by one I
    walked by the lockers and stuck in the slips of paper. Most of the students were
    still eating or socializing in the cafeteria or were elsewhere throughout the
    school, so the hallway was mostly deserted. There were some kids at their
    lockers. I skipped the boys who were at their lockers but when I came to a girl
    I would just hand her the slip and keep going.
    	As the end of the lunch hour approached kids began to return to the
    hallway to get their materials for sixth period. Tony and I managed to make it
    through the entire length of the hall, so our mission was accomplished. We had
    no time to see how Luke and Bryce did with their distribution of slips in the
    sixth graders’ hallway, nor was I sure how much Jay had gotten done. I planned
    to call them from Cody and Jordan’s house to ask them how things went. On my way
    back to my own locker I saw that Jay had posted the flyer on the door of the
    girls’ restroom, so I was pleased to see this. Since my locker was on Tony’s
    side I wasn’t sure if it would occur to him that he was sticking a slip into my
    locker. Apparently he didn’t, or he did it anyway just for the sake of
    completeness, as I found one of the slips in my locker. It was lying on top of
    my books, right in plain sight. I figured the other kids would surely see them,
    I hoped.
    	When I got to Ms. Watson’s class we were once again inundated with a
    barrage of notes to scribble in the inadequately allotted time. As my hand was
    still feeling tender from all the cutting I did last night this didn’t exactly
    help with the writer’s cramp I was getting. About halfway through the class some
    of the kids were naturally getting bored, myself being one of them.
    	A girl who had never talked to me before whispered to me and asked me if
    she could have one of the pamphlets that I indicated having available on request
    (something I added on as an afterthought when I printed up the master sheet; I
    also asked them to provide comments and write them on the back). I gladly handed
    her one of the pamphlets. I gave her a couple extras since she said she had some
    friends who might want to see them. She then handed me one of the pre-screener
    forms that she must have filled out in class since I knew she would not have had
    time to fill it out during lunch. I had a hard-on my diapers as I read her
    response:

    ================================================================================
    WEAR THE PANTS QUESTIONNAIRE- FOR GIRLS ONLY. IF YOU ARE A BOY THEN THROW THIS
    AWAY UNLESS YOU WEAR DIAPERS. IF YOU WEAR DIAPERS OR WISH YOU DID, SHOW THIS TO
    YOUR SISTER IF YOU HAVE ONE.

    Your Name: Cherie Bothwell
    Age: 12 Grade: 7th
    Phone number: 555-1380

    If you have a brother who wears diapers, fill out the following information on
    him. If you have more than one brother who wears diapers, make a copy of this
    form before filling it out so you can use it for the others. Add comments and
    remarks and use the space on the back if you need it.

    Brother’s Name: Brian
    Age: 8 Grade: 2nd

    What kinds of diapers does he wear?

    [x] Cloth _6_ Number of diapers Are they all white diapers? [x]Yes [ ]No
    [ ] Disposable ___ Number of diapers Are they all white diapers? [ ]Yes [ ]No
    [ ] Multiple *white* underpants ____ Number of pairs

    Does he wear pants with his diapers (at home)?
    [x] Never [ ] Rarely [ ] Sometimes [ ] Usually [ ] Always

    Does he wear pajama bottoms with his diapers?
    [x] Never [ ] Rarely [ ] Sometimes [ ] Usually [ ] Always

    How does your brother use his diapers?
    [x] Pee [x] Poop

    Is your brother toilet trained?
    [ ] Yes [x] No

    If he is not toilet trained, what is not trained for?
    [x] Pee (daytime) [x] Pee (night)
    [x] Poop (daytime) [x] Poop (night)

    Do you think all boys should wear diapers?
    [x} Yes [ ] Just some of them [ ]No

    Would you be willing to join the "Wear the Pants" club for girls whose brothers
    wear diapers, but don't wear diapers themselves?
    [ ] Definitely [x] Probably [ ] Maybe [ ] No

    For which reasons would you NOT join?
    [ ] Couldn't pay the dues [ ] Parents wouldn't let me [ ] Too busy for it
    [ ] My brothers wouldn’t like it [ ] I just don't want to belong to the club

    --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
    Please drop off this questionnaire in locker 232 in Hallway B. Thank you for
    taking the time to fill it out. Pamphlets are available on request, just ask.
    ================================================================================

    I flipped it over and read the back of the slip, which read:

    I want to join your club! I think it’s funny that my brother has to wear diapers
    and POOP in them! We make him wear diapers because he behaves better and we
    don’t let him wear pants. Call me at noon tomorrow, K?

    I began to daydream, thinking about how many more girls might respond to the
    prescreener forms that we distributed during lunch. I was tempted to request a
    hall pass for the bathroom so I could go pleasure myself, but since everyone
    knew I wore diapers, a request to go to the bathroom would have seemed highly
    uncharacteristic of me.

    My excitement, unfortunately, was diminished when I first heard the loud click
    of the switch on the overhead projector, which was followed by the sound of the
    overhead projector fan shutting off, accompanied by the light going off. Ms.
    Watson turned on the rest of the lights, gave me a glare and asked me what I was
    doing.

    “Copying notes, what else?” I lied. Ms. Watson walked over towards my desk.
    Fortunately the slip that Cherie had given me was hidden from view by the page
    on which I had written the notes from the overhead projector.

    “Let me see your notes,” Ms. Watson said. I hesitated at first.

    “Hand me your notebook, young man,” Ms. Watson demanded. Reluctantly, I picked
    up my notebook and handed it to her, quickly concealing the slip of paper that
    was underneath. Fortunately she did not see it. I scooted it under my closed
    textbook while she was busy looking at what I had written.

    “Chris, how can you even read your own handwriting?” Ms. Watson remarked.

    “I dunno, maybe I’m gonna be a doctor someday,” I replied.

    “If your performance in this class is any indication, I doubt it,” Ms. Watson
    remarked. “Your penmanship is terrible!”

    “But if I don’t write fast I can’t keep up,” I complained. Ms. Watson ignored my
    complaint and said, “Looks like you’re behind a couple of pages. You have no
    notes on the endoplasmic reticulum or on mitochondria. There’s going to be a
    test on this material come Monday.”

    “It’s all in the book anyway, right?” I said.

    “Yes, but it would behoove you to copy these notes,” Ms. Watson said. “I don’t
    write them for my own amusement, you know.”

    Ms. Watson then returned to the overhead projector and turned it back on.

    “Bitch,” I mumbled quietly, but not quietly enough, as Melanie heard me and used
    this as an opportunity to try getting me into more trouble.

    “Ms. Watson, Chris called you a name,” she said.

    “Shut up!” I said to her.

    “He called you the B word!”

    “Unless I hear it myself, I’m not going to waste my time pursuing the matter!”
    Ms. Watson stated. “Now let’s get back to the lesson!”

    As Ms. Watson resumed her lesson I grumbled and started writing notes. I made
    doodles of diaper boy butts and jeans-clad sister butts in between just to keep
    my sanity intact. I couldn’t make up my mind which class I hated more, this one
    or Mr. Eastman’s reading class, especially since Ms. Watson was such a cold,
    heartless sadist who liked to give tests on Mondays and force us to study over
    the weekend. When class was about to be dismissed Melanie handed me her copy of
    the prescreener form. I was surprised at first, but then I shouldn’t have been
    surprised after I saw what she wrote:

    ================================================================================
    Your Name: Melanie Stiles
    Age: 13, if you must know Grade: 7th, DUH!
    Phone number: none of your business!

    Brother’s Name: Richard
    Age: old enough to kick your ass Grade: senior who plays football (hint!)

    What kinds of diapers does he wear?

    [ ] Cloth __ Number of diapers Are they all white diapers? [ ]Yes [ ]No
    [ ] Disposable ___ Number of diapers Are they all white diapers? [ ]Yes [ ]No
    [ ] Multiple *white* underpants ____ Number of pairs

    He wears boxer shorts like a NORMAL boy!!!

    Does he wear pants with his diapers (at home)?
    [ ] Never [ ] Rarely [ ] Sometimes [ ] Usually [x] Always

    Of course he wears pants! Why wouldn’t he??????

    Does he wear pajama bottoms with his diapers?
    [ ] Never [ ] Rarely [ ] Sometimes [ ] Usually [ ] Always

    Why the hell do you care?!!!

    How does your brother use his diapers?
    [ ] Pee [ ] Poop

    You’re so sick, you freak!!!

    Is your brother toilet trained?
    [x] Yes [ ] No

    Uhh, he’s a NORMAL boy, not some weirdo like you!

    If he is not toilet trained, what is not trained for?
    [ ] Pee (daytime) [ ] Pee (night)
    [ ] Poop (daytime) [ ] Poop (night)

    Why do you think about this so much???

    Do you think all boys should wear diapers?
    [ ] Yes [ ] Just some of them [x]No

    What a stupid question! How many girls do you think would say yes?!

    Would you be willing to join the "Wear the Pants" club for girls whose brothers
    wear diapers, but don't wear diapers themselves?
    [ ] Definitely [ ] Probably [ ] Maybe [x] No

    Of course I wouldn’t! This is the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen in my life!!!!!

    For which reasons would you NOT join?
    [ ] Couldn't pay the dues [ ] Parents wouldn't let me [ ] Too busy for it
    [ ] My brothers wouldn’t like it [x] I just don't want to belong to the club

    What would I do? Sit around and talk about wearing pants?! Sounds like a pretty
    boring (and stupid) club if you ask me! I hope every girl who got this tells you
    this! I’m going to tell all my friends to do the same thing!
    ================================================================================

    I wasn’t at all surprised by her snotty attitude. I just looked it and said,
    “Yeah, whatever” as I glanced at Melanie, as long as I could stand to have the
    image of her sorry face on my retinas before going into convulsions. When class
    was dismissed I made sure to get ahead of Melanie so that I could tell Ms.
    Watson that Melanie wasn’t writing notes, either.

    “Make her show you her notebook before she leaves the classroom!” I said to Ms.
    Watson on my way out the door. I then met up with Megan, who handed me her slip.

    “That class is so boring!” Megan remarked.

    “Tell me about it,” I said. “Why does Ms. Watson always pick on me?”

    “Probably because you cause the most disruptions,” Megan said. “Just being
    honest.”

    “Melanie’s the one who causes the disruptions,” I said. “I can hardly
    concentrate on my work with her ugly face glaring at me all the time. She could
    start World War III with that face!”

    I showed Megan the slip that Cherie had filled out and then I showed her the one
    that Melanie submitted.

    “What a cuntrag!” Megan stated. “I’d just hand it back to her.”

    “Nah,” I said. “I’ll show it to the guys. We’ll all get a good laugh over it.”

    “Better get going,” Megan said. “Have a good weekend!” She then blew me a kiss.

    “Maybe I’ll stop by and see you and we can hand out pamphlets and stuff!” I said
    as I parted ways and headed to my locker. As I opened it up I noticed a couple
    of slips had been deposited. One of them simply said, “GO TO HELL!” across the
    front of it. The other one looked more promising, though she didn’t indicate
    that her brothers wore diapers but felt that they should. With just seconds to
    spare I made it to Mr. Williams’ art class. I took my seat across from Angela.

    “I see you made your rounds at lunch,” Angela said. “I didn’t fill mine out
    because there’s no need to. You can use it for someone else,” she said as she
    handed me the blank sheet. I then showed her the ones that had been submitted,
    including the nasty response from Melanie.

    “She doesn’t like you, does she?”

    “That’s a bit of an understatement,” I said. At this time Mr. Williams called
    for our attention. We resumed the projects we had started yesterday and were
    reminded that they were due today. Since I was behind on mine I worked fast to
    get it finished. I figured I’d get a B on it even though it looked like a half-
    assed job I did on it.

    After the final bell rang I said goodbye to Angela and wished her a good
    weekend.

    “Good luck on the recruitment!” she said, “Todd and I will be busy all weekend
    ourselves!”

    “So, how did it go?” Tony asked me on the bus ride home.

    “Okay for the most part,” I said as I showed Tony the slips that I had
    collected. “Got a really good one from this girl named Cherie in Life Science,
    plus another one that looks like she may be interested.”

    I then showed Tony the reply that Melanie wrote. He agreed that she was a total
    bitch about it and had a good laugh at her stupid remarks.

    “We should toilet paper her house on Halloween!” Tony suggested.

    “We should, but then, we diaper boys aren’t supposed to handle toilet paper,” I
    said.

    “True, but think about it, as diaper boys, we’d be the last ones to be suspected
    of having toilet paper.”

    “You got a point,” I said. “Thing is, if some rolls of toilet paper went missing
    at my house I know someone would notice.”

    “Same here,” Tony said.

    “I’d have to buy it myself, and I’d feel awfully funny buying toilet paper. It
    would be like a teetotaler buying a bottle of Jack Daniels from a liquor store,”
    I remarked.

    “I think the people at the store would be suspicious of a kid buying nothing but
    toilet paper when it’s close to Halloween,” Tony stated.

    “Halloween isn’t for another two weeks or so, so we got time. Besides, we have
    more important matters to tend to until then.”

    I told Tony I’d give him a call tonight after I got home from babysitting the
    twins as I got off the bus. I went home, got my diapers changed by Cindy and
    then headed back out the door and over to Cody and Jordan’s house. Once I had
    their diapers changed and got them involved in an activity I decided to give
    Luke a call and ask him how far he and Bryce got in the sixth grade hallway.

    “We got most of the way through,” Luke started, “but then Mr. Jenkins came up to
    us and he asked us what we were doing. We said we were conducting a survey, but
    then he told us to stop and leave since we weren’t even supposed to be in the
    hallways until ten minutes before the end of lunch.”

    “Bummer,” I said. “He didn’t take away your copies of the slips, did he?”

    “No, he just told us we had to leave,” Luke said.

    “Do you remember where you left off?”

    “I think,” he said. “We can resume on Monday.”

    I then called Jay, but there was no answer at his house (and no answering
    machine, no surprise since they were so poor, and it was a surprise they even
    had a telephone). I figured I’d try again later. For now I had a couple of
    diaper boys to entertain. I had left the Twister game at their house and decided
    to watch the boys play it in their diapers, sticking their diapered butts in
    each other’s faces as they assumed contorted positions on the mat. I then played
    a couple rounds and got stinkfaced by Jordan who let out a big, gassy fart. We
    then played a game of bowling out on the back patio with a toy bowling set that
    the boys had. Since it was cool and we didn’t have pants on we didn’t stay out
    there for very long. Since I knew how to score bowling I kept track of the
    score. It was hardly an official game (there were no gutters, after all), but I
    ended up with 129 points, while Jordan got 165 (he threw the ball at the pins
    instead of rolling it, plus he stood too close to the pins, but I figured what
    the hell), and Cody only got 47 since he was trying to hit the pins from as far
    back as possible. We then moved inside and played in the kitchen. To pass the
    rest of the time we made drawings of diaper boys and their sisters, I did a
    drawing of a boy getting his diapers changed, I drew the boy with a really long
    penis, which made Cody and Jordan laugh.

    “Don’t let your Mom see this one,” I said. I then decided I’d just take it with
    me anyway. When we were finished we put them in the notebook, which was becoming
    quite full of diaper boy drawings. We then went back through and looked at some
    of them. I had forgotten that I had copied Derek’s idea and made some drawings
    of the boy with Poopitus. I kind of felt bad about using up so much of the boys’
    brown crayons for that series but the boys had crayons from several sets all
    tossed together into an old Cool Whip bowl. Just as the time was getting to
    where I expected Sue to come home I got an idea, but I would have to save it
    until next week. I wanted to make an animation of a boy in his diapers and his
    sister patting him on the butt. I’d draw each frame and then use the video
    camera’s “animate” feature to make a short cartoon out of them. At least this
    gave me something to look forward to next week. Sue came home at about the
    expected time and then she paid me for the week (Great, more money to make more
    copies at Kinko’s!) I then pedaled my diapered butt home for dinner and to get
    on with the weekend.