    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 101
    ----------------------------

    	It was after midnight by the time we left Luke's and Nathan's
    house. Tony and I told Derek to remain as quiet as possible and to
    avoid being caught under street lights if any cars approached us in the
    event that any of them were policemen. At one point we did have to hide
    upon seeing a car approaching. Seeing that it was, in fact, a police
    car, we were glad we hid behind a parked car away from street lights.
    We maintained a brisk pace, but went slowly enough to allow Derek to
    keep up. Tony took the lead, Derek rode behind him and I rode behind
    Derek. Derek was in my custody-- his mother trusted me to look after
    him-- and I was responsible for him, so I wanted to make sure the
    little guy was safe. It was three nights past the moon's full phase, so
    there was still plenty of moonlight to help guide us. Derek's own
    "moon", in the form of thick white diapers on his butt, stood out
    conspicuously in the lunar light shining behind us in the eastern sky
    as we headed westbound, so it was easy to maintain my sight of him, not
    to mention that I was enjoying the view.
    	We quietly sneaked into Tony's house when we got back. The back
    door was still unlocked as Tony had left it, so it was easy to get back
    inside without making a sound except for me cutting another fart. We
    tip-toed through the kitchen and down the hallway to Tony's room. He
    went in ahead of us and turned off his radio so that with the door open
    there would be no noise coming from his room to wake Kara or his
    mother. We were all tired and ready to go to sleep, so the three of us
    piled into Tony's bed. Derek slept between us. Nobody seemed to mind
    knowing that I would probably have the toots for awhile still after
    eating those two burritos; we'd all stink and have diapers full of shit
    by morning anyway.
    	As I took my narrow space on the side opposite the wall of Tony's
    bed I felt Derek's legs pressing up against mine as he lay there next
    to me. My hand was also positioned so that I could feel the dense ring
    of diaper pins stuck into Derek's shirt and his diapers. I could also
    feel his thick diapers brushing up against my hand. I idly ran my
    fingertips up and down the row of diaper pins along his side, feeling
    them through his plastic pants. This sensation was making me less tired
    and more horny. Just a few hours after I thought I had spent most of my
    boy joy in Luke's bedroom I was ready for more. With Derek having
    already fallen asleep next to me, this made it difficult to jack off. I
    began to rub myself with one hand and kept the bed's shaking to a
    minimum. Having such thick diapers on and having learned from
    experience, I realized that it took two hands to effectively
    masturbate. I slipped out of the bed and decided to take care of my
    horniness on the floor. Within minutes I brought myself to orgasm. It
    was a "dry cum", as I called it, producing little semen. Both Derek and
    Tony remained asleep as I climbed back onto-- not into-- the bed. I lay
    atop the covers as I was hot from jacking off.
    	When I woke up the next morning I found that Derek, too, had
    awakened overnight and removed the covers from his body. He lay there
    next to me on his stomach with his butt sticking up. His hand was on my
    back on the top of my diapers. I don't know if he did this
    intentionally and then fell asleep in this position. I figured Derek
    had probably pooped in his diapers overnight, but Jenny had diapered
    him so thickly, in the same manner as my sisters diapered me, that
    there was no visual way to tell. I stuck my nose into the leg opening
    of his diaper and took a whiff. The familiar odor of shit filled my
    nostrils and I felt my dick get hard again. I knew that Derek's diapers
    were only white on the outside. I started rubbing myself while savoring
    the sensation of my own messy diapers and imagining how Derek's diapers
    must have felt the same way to him, but I had already shot my load from
    the night before, having jacked off twice.
    	Tony usually slept in a little later than me, and this morning
    wasn't going to be any exception. Derek appeared to be sharing his
    sleeping habits. I slipped out of the bed and went out into the living
    room feeling my slimy, smelly diapers rubbing up against my butt as I
    walked. Nobody else was up yet, either. Just like at my house on Sunday
    mornings, I went out in my diapers to the newspaper box to grab the
    newspaper, not caring who saw me. All of Tony's neighbors had seen me
    around his place in diapers anyway, so they were all used to it. It was
    extra quiet that morning; even the birds seemed to be gone over the
    Labor Day weekend.
    	Back inside Tony's house with newspaper in hand, I went straight
    to the comics page and pulled it out of the stack. I read all of my
    favorites: Peanuts, Garfield, For Better or For Worse, Calvin and
    Hobbes, Family Circus, Foxtrot, Blondie, Far Side, and a few others. I
    often imagined what some of the boy characters in some of the strips
    would look like wearing diapers, and I had made a few feeble attempts
    at drawing them. Perhaps I could ask Aaron to draw them for me. We were
    planning to go to his house today anyway to see about developing the
    film that we picked up last night.
    	As I read through the comics I thought about the characters whom
    I would like to see wearing diapers. Michael from For Better or For
    Worse being changed by his sister Elizabeth was a favorite scene I had
    tried to draw a number of times without success. I wished that April
    had been born as a boy, though, but I was glad to see her become potty
    trained.
    	Billy and Jeffy from the Family Circus would also look great in
    diapers, wearing diapers just like PJ. Dolly would look onward at them
    and prance around, flaunting the fact that she didn't have to wear
    diapers like all the boys did in her family. At least they never aged
    and the boys would eternally get to enjoy their diapered childhood
    years. The same could be said for the Peanuts gang, but for some reason
    Charlie Brown and Linus wearing diapers and being changed by Lucy just
    didn't appeal to me as much. Calvin would have looked good in diapers
    and I'm sure Suzy would have loved to diaper him up after all the mean
    things he did to her. Last, but not least, Jason and Peter from Foxtrot
    would have been great candidates for diaper wearers, having Paige look
    after their diaper-changing needs. This seemed like the one cartoon
    where such a scene seemed to be the most fitting and the most likely to
    appear, but I would have to count on Aaron's artistic talents to make
    it a reality.
    	After I read through the comics I started looking through the
    slew of ads promoting last-minute back-to-school sales, end-of-summer
    sales, Labor Day sales, etc. I looked for pictures of boys modeling
    underwear since I could easily modify these to make them look like they
    were wearing diapers. Such pictures seemed to be few and far between
    anymore. There were plenty of girls who would have made good sisters
    and babysitters, though.
    	It was about 8:45 when Derek got up. He came waddling over to me
    in his thick and stinky diapers.
    	"Mornin," he said as he yawned and rubbed his eyes.
    	"How'd ya sleep?" I asked him.
    	"Okay, I guess," he answered. "I got hot so I took the covers
    off."
    	"So did I," I said.
    	"I know, I saw you laying there with your BUTT sticking up!"
    Derek shouted.
    	"Shhh," I told Derek.
    	"Sorry," he said. I handed him the comics page and asked him
    which characters he wished he could see wearing diapers. As expected,
    his choices were all the boy characters and only the boy characters,
    including all the boys in Peanuts. He also agreed that he would like to
    see all the girls in these strips be changing their diapers.
    	"I'm gonna ask Aaron if he can draw them," I told Derek. "We're
    gonna go to his house today and get that film developed."
    	"I hope I can come with you guys," Derek said. "I like being with
    you Chris; you're my best friend." He smiled ever so adorably.
    	"Thanks," I said. "I just hope you meet some new friends who are
    your age when you go to school in a couple days, since I won't be there
    with you."
    	"That sucks," he said.
    	"Do you think your Mom's gonna send you to school in diapers?" I
    asked Derek.
    	"Oh yeah, she told me that I have to wear diapers all the time,
    even when I go to school. I dunno if I want to wear diapers to school.
    If anyone found out I was wearing diapers they'd probably all laugh at
    me."
    	"Oh yeah, they will, trust me on that one. I've been there. At
    least I already knew Tony and he wanted to wear diapers, too, when he
    found out I was wearing them. This made it easier. Maybe another kid
    who wears diapers will find out that he's not alone. There's more of us
    boys out there wearing diapers than most people think there are, you
    know."
    	Kara got up shortly afterwards. She was in her nightgown. She sat
    down on the floor between Derek and me and briefly revealed her panties
    before showing her modesty and covering up her notably diaperless
    crotch. She then brought her knees together and pulled her nightgown
    down over them.
    	"Ha, ha, I'm not gonna let you see it," Kara teased as she smiled
    at Derek while he was trying to take a peak.
    	"Jenny doesn't let me see her underwear, either," Derek said.
    	"Girls don't run around in their underwear, only boys do that,"
    Kara stated as if this were a universally accepted custom in most
    households. I felt that it had some merit since I had never seen my
    sisters or any girl going around in their underwear at bedtime, just
    boys.
    	"Really?" Derek said.
    	"Yeah, Tony and Chris always went around in their underwear-- no
    pajamas-- before they started wearing diapers," Kara told Derek. He
    agreed, acknowledging that he also did the same thing, unlike his
    sister, that is of course, before he started wearing diapers.
    	"Now that you're wearing underwear that's a hundred times as
    thick, I miss seeing the poop stains on your butt," Kara said to me as
    she giggled while recalling how my underwear almost always had skid
    marks in the seat.
    	"You see my poop stains when you change my diapers," I told her.
    "They're a lot bigger stains, too."
    	"From what I can smell, I don't doubt it right now," Kara said.
    	"Why don't you girls ever let your underwear show?" Derek asked
    Kara. I figured he was probably just curious, not really wanting girls
    to do as boys do with bedtime attire.
    	"That's because we girls have the choice to cover it up," Kara
    said. "You boys don't. We wear long nightgowns, while you boys just
    wear T-shirts , and you have them *pinned* to your *diapers!* So you
    have to let *all* of your diapers show!"
    	"We know, and we like it that way," I said to Kara as I
    demonstrated to her the full exposure of my high-rising diapers by
    having my shirttail rolled up and pinned to my diapers. I knew she was
    doing this all in fun and she knew that I enjoyed it when she talked
    about how I couldn't cover up my "underwear" like she could.
    	"So where's Tony?" Kara asked.
    	"He was still sleeping when I got up," Derek said.
    	"Let's go wake him," Kara said.
    	"Let him sleep," I told Kara. "He's probably tired."
    	"It's after 9:00," Kara said. "He's usually up by now, and
    besides, Mom's gonna start breakfast soon."
    	"Is your Mom up yet?" I asked. I knew she wasn't feeling well the
    night before.
    	"Oh yeah, she's in the shower now," Kara said. "Come on, let's go
    wake up the sleepy-butt!"
    	Since it was after 9:00 and Tony was usually awake by now, I
    decided to go along with waking Tony up.
    	"What are you gonna do?" I asked Kara.
    	"Same thing I always do to you boys," she said. "I'm gonna tickle
    him."
    	I looked at the rubber band lying on the end table where I had
    removed it from the newspaper.
    	"I have a better idea," I said as I picked up the rubber band.
    	"No, you're not gonna--" Kara said, thinking that I was going to
    shoot the rubber band at Tony.
    	"Yes I am!" I said fiendishly as I held the rubber band between
    my thumb and forefinger and snapped it a couple times. I held the
    stretched rubber band close to Kara's arm but not touching it, and then
    I snapped it, causing her to flinch.
    	"Chris, no!" she said. "That'll really hurt him."
    	"It's not what you think," I assured Kara. "Just watch."
    	"What are you gonna do?" she asked me.
    	"I'll demonstrate," I said. "Derek, lie down on the floor on your
    stomach with your butt sticking up."
    	"This isn't gonna hurt, is it?" he asked me.
    	"Derek, the way you're diapered, you won't feel a thing, trust
    me," I said as I patted his bottom. He then lay down as I instructed
    him.
    	"Now, pretend you're asleep," I told him. He fake snored while I
    approached him with the rubber band and snapped it against his well-
    padded butt a couple of times. The snapping rubber band cracked loudly
    as the stretched elastic struck the surface of Derek's plastic pants
    with a mighty force.
    	"That'll wake him," Kara agreed.
    	"I know it will," I said. "Tony and I woke our Mom doing it with
    each other the morning we left for California."
    	The three of us went into Tony's bedroom. He was still stirring
    around with the covers halfway off of him. His bare back was exposed as
    well as the top part of his diaper. I pulled the covers back just
    enough to get to his diapers. He was lying on his side with his butt
    facing me, so all I had to do was lean on his mattress on my elbows and
    then do the dirty deed. The room was silent except for the hum of the
    fan that was running. He was completely oblivious to my presence as I
    snapped the rubber band against his backside. After the third or fourth
    snap, he was jarred awake.
    	"What the hell? Shit!" Tony exclaimed as he realized what was
    going on, now fully awake. God, how I wish I had gotten this moment on
    video! He turned around and looked at me.
    	"Time to wake up!" Kara said as she climbed onto Tony's bed.
    	"What time is it?" Tony asked.
    	"It's tickle time!" Kara said. She then yanked back the covers
    and started tickling Tony. He was on his back now as he was trying to
    fight off Kara.
    	"No! No! Stop it, Kara! Stop!" he said while her tickling caused
    him to laugh. He had his legs wide apart and I could see his swollen
    Thickies disposable diaper padding up his crotch. There was no doubt
    that he had pooped in them, too. Kara continued to grab at his thighs
    and then run her fingers underneath his ribs, quickly alternating her
    hands between the two regions of his body.
    	"Kara, I'm awake now! Stop!" Tony pleaded. Kara agreed that her
    brother had enough and decided to stop tickling him.
    	"It's 9:12," I told Tony.
    	"Thanks," he said. "Please don't tickle me like that," Tony told
    Kara.
    	"What did you think of my version of waking you up?" I asked
    Tony.
    	"I like your idea better," he said as he got up from his bed.
    Tony's mother appeared at the doorway at this time. At first I thought
    she was going to scold Kara for tickling her brother. She seemed to be
    pretty cool about it, though.
    	"Late riser again, eh?" she said, having seen this activity
    before. "I could hear you kids in the bathroom."
    	"How you feeling, Mom?" Kara asked her.
    	"Much better," she said. "I just needed some rest after working
    six days last week. I hate putting in overtime."
    	"I hope you didn't mind us coming over to stay last night,
    Sandy," I said to Tony's mother. "I wouldn't have asked if I knew you
    were needing to rest."
    	"It's all right, Chris," she assured me. "You boys are pretty
    good about keeping quiet."
    	We followed Tony's mother into the kitchen where she started
    making breakfast.
    	"Have you had your shower yet, Kara?" her mother asked her.
    	"I showered last night," she said.
    	"Good, because there's probably not a lot of hot water left for
    the boys."
    	"We can save water and shower at the same time," Tony suggested.
    We had done it before and his Mom didn't think anything of us being in
    the shower together, considering that we had seen each other naked all
    the time during diaper changes.
    	"What about you, Derek?" Tony's mother asked him.
    	"I took a bath last night before I came over," he said. "Really,
    I did."
    	"I believe you," she said.
    	At this time Tony's mother went into the kitchen and started
    breakfast. Kara decided that she would change Derek's diapers for him
    while Tony and I took our shower. Derek showed Kara the supply of
    diapers that he brought along. She wasn't surprised to see the large
    amount of diapers that she would be putting on him, not that she
    minded.
    	Tony and I went into the bathroom together where we stripped off
    each other's diapers. Tony's diaper was easy enough, being a disposable
    diaper other than the strong tapes that tore the diaper lining
    something fierce upon its removal. Tony's diaper was heavily sodden and
    coated in shit. With his butt dripping of poop, he stood in the bathtub
    while he removed my plastic pants and the pins from my diapers. His
    dick remained erect the whole time he undiapered me. He handed me each
    pin that he removed and I set them in a pile on the bathroom counter
    next to the sink. Each diaper dropped to the floor, forming a big pile
    of wet and stinky cloth, the innermost diaper layers being completely
    slathered in gooey shit. Those burritos sure made for some messy diaper
    changes.
    	I joined Tony in the shower and we stood side by side letting the
    water spray our poopy butts clean. We were standing in ankle-deep shit
    water by the time we were done cleaning our butts off. Tony then
    inspected my butt and I inspected his butt, each of us ensuring that we
    were both squeaky clean back there, inside and out. Tony's "inspection"
    went a little further, being that he had time to recharge himself since
    last night and didn't jack off a second time like I did. Of course this
    again built up my urges, too, and I had Tony's help to allow me to
    reciprocate. After this episode we shampooed each other's hair and
    thoroughly soaped each other down. By the time we rinsed off the water
    was going from warm to lukewarm and we had been in the bathroom
    together for awhile, enough to arouse suspicion from his mother. We got
    out and wiped ourselves dry and then walked into his bedroom completely
    naked. Luckily for us we didn't both have hard-ons anymore and had
    already satisfied such urges, as Kara would have seen us like this. She
    was already in Tony's room with Derek, joining him in playing with
    Tony's Hot Wheels racetrack. She had Derek very thickly diapered up
    again, even with the pins in his shirt.
    	"Nice job," I told Kara as I examined Derek's heavily pinned
    cloth diapers. She had often told that she wished Tony would wear cloth
    diapers since she enjoyed handling my diapers. She now had the
    opportunity to do just this. Tony diapered himself while Kara put my
    diapers on. Derek watched with delight as he observed Kara folding,
    stacking, and layering up my diapers with increasing thickness. He had
    his hand fixed on the front of his diaper while he watched Kara diaper
    me. Tony had a tent in his diaper as he also got to see the show. When
    the diaper change was done I went into the bathroom with the bucket
    that I used at Tony's house for the very purpose of gathering up my
    dirty diapers and transporting them to the washing machine. I noticed
    that the bucket already had poop residue in it. This came from Derek's
    diapers as they had already been taken to the washing machine. I dumped
    my diapers in with Derek's diapers and started the wash. I then went
    back into the bathroom to wash my hands and brush my teeth. By this
    time breakfast was ready and I joined Tony's family and Derek at the
    table. I was treated to a spread of bacon, sausage and eggs. The
    biggest surprise was that Tony, Derek and I all got served orange juice
    in baby bottles. Tony's mother had bought them for Tony and me after
    she found out that we enjoyed drinking from them.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 102
    ----------------------------

    	After enjoying a delicious breakfast, Tony, Derek and I played
    out in the back yard together in our diapers. We let Derek call the
    shots and let him decide what he wanted to do, so we played a few
    "kiddie" games like hide-and-go-seek. We modified it a little by
    requiring that whoever was "it" would have to touch the other players
    on the butt with both hands at the same time in order to tag them out.
    This made it a lot more fun. Tony had an advantage by having longer
    legs and by not having super thick cloth diapers on him to slow him
    down. Because of this, he ended up winning most of the time. Kara
    joined us later on and we agreed that she was exempt from needing to be
    touched on the butt in order to be tagged. Of course she had no diapers
    on at all to slow her down, allowing her to catch up with us and tag us
    all before we made it back to the base. We let her win anyway just
    because we all liked having her touch our diapered behinds.
    	It was approaching noon when we went into the house to take a
    break and to get something to drink, using the baby bottles of course.
    Derek asked Kara to feed him and naturally, Kara was happy to comply.
    He looked so adorable being babied. Tony grabbed his mother's camera
    and took a few pictures of him sitting on Kara's lap with his thick
    diapers protruding from in between his legs.
    	Next was my turn. Kara was hesitant to do it at first since I was
    quite a bit larger than she was, unlike Jenny, who was almost my size.
    I planted my big padded butt in her little lap and assumed a
    comfortable position. She was oblivious to the small puffs of
    intestinal gas that my body was still processing from the burritos as
    she placed her hand over my diapered crotch. Again, Tony made sure to
    get pictures of Kara babying me, and I made sure that my diapers would
    show up well in the shot and asked Kara to move her hand so that my
    diapers would appear as much as possible.
    	"These will be good for the club photo gallery that they're gonna
    do," I said. Tony and Derek agreed, and we couldn't wait to see what
    the pictures would look like. In fact, since the roll was almost
    finished up, we had Kara take a few more pictures of us in our diapers,
    using the remaining three exposures. She used the timer on the last
    picture and joined us in the last shot. Her dark blue denim shorts
    would clash sharply against the white diapers that the three of us boys
    all had on. Since we were going to go to have Aaron's sister Diane
    develop the other film for us, we figured she might want to develop the
    other roll we just shot.
    	Tony picked up the phone and called Aaron to make sure it was
    okay for us to come over and to have Diane develop the film for us. We
    then talked to Diane and she said she would be happy to develop the
    film and she was especially eager to see what the pictures would look
    like. She even offered to pick us up from Tony's house. Their parents'
    photo developing business was closed on Sundays, but Diane was allowed
    to go in there and use the darkroom whenever she wanted to as long as
    she didn't abuse the privilege. As it turned out, their parents were
    gone for the Labor Day weekend as well.
    	A moment later I got a call from Derek's Mom, who had to call my
    house to get Tony's phone number and directions to his house. She then
    asked to talk to Derek. He was looking forward to coming with us to
    Aaron's house, but it seemed that his mother had other plans for that
    day and said she would come by and pick him up in a few minutes.
    	"Can't go with us, can you?" I said to Derek, seeing that he
    looked disappointed.
    	"No, my Mom's boyfriend's gonna take us out today," he replied.
    "We're going to the water park."
    	"That sounds fun," I said. "I don't see what you're so
    disappointed about."
    	"I wanted to spend the day with you guys," Derek said.
    	"You'll get to see Aaron at the next meeting," I assured Derek.
    "Gee, I wish I was going with you to the water park."
    	"I don't think my Mom would let you come with us," Derek said.
    "It's the last day of the season, too."
    	"There's always next summer," I told him.
    	A few minutes later Derek's mother showed up. She came into the
    house and met Tony's mother.
    	"Sandy Simmons, pleased to meet you," she said.
    	"Carol Brooks," Derek's mother introduced herself. I never. She
    then looked at Derek and noticed that he was still in his maximum-
    thickness diapers.
    	"You're gonna need to shed a few of those diapers before you go
    in the water," his mother told him as she patted his butt.
    	"Yeah, they might soak up all the water and drain out the whole
    pool," Tony's mother joked. Kara giggled at this remark.
    	"So, you've got a son who likes to wear diapers, too," Derek's
    mother remarked as she looked at Tony standing there in a wet
    disposable diaper. This gave Derek's mother and Tony's mother something
    in common to talk about and it made breaking the ice easier to do.
    	"Oh yeah, you'd think you've heard all the parents say their kids
    won't go to college in diapers," she said with a chuckle. "Tony and
    Chris actually know a lot of boys their age who wear diapers."
    	"Derek, go get Jenny from the car and have her come in and take
    some of your diapers off," his mother told him. "And have her bring
    Steven in with her, too."
    	"I can take care of Derek's diapers for you," Kara gladly
    offered.
    	"Thanks for offering, young miss, but I want my daughter Jenny
    and my son Steven in here with me anyway, since it's going to take
    several minutes to get all those diapers off Derek."
    	"That's how he wanted me to diaper him," Kara said innocently.
    	"I know, that's how he always wears them. He took after Chris." I
    couldn't help but to smile in response to this comment.
    	"Oh, this is Kara, my daughter, by the way," Tony's mother told
    Derek's mother.
    	"You have a daughter, I have a daughter, Chris has two sisters,
    and none of them like to wear diapers. I wonder why?"
    	"It must be something only boys would understand, but the girls
    all just love change their brothers' diapers," Tony's mother said.
    	"I agree, it must be a boys' thing," Derek's mother said. "My
    other son is four, and he wasn't about to give up his diapers no matter
    what, and then when we moved into the house next door to Chris, well,
    let's just say that sort of pounded the last nail into the coffin as
    far as toilet training Steven goes."
    	God, how I loved hearing that! Derek's mother was looking at me
    when she mentioned me contributing to the demise of Steven's toilet
    training. I was smiling and blushing. I wanted to take a bow. She
    continued to explain how Derek wound up in diapers.
    	"Derek also wanted to wear diapers like Chris, and, well, rather
    than fight it, I decided to just let the boys wear diapers, I mean,
    other than a smelly house, what's it hurt really?. At least the
    bathroom stays clean, no 'misses' on the floor, and the toilet seat is
    always down."
    	Tony's mother agreed with this statement and commented that she's
    never had to wipe up pee spots on the bathroom floor since Tony started
    wearing diapers.
    	"I don't see why boys shouldn't just stay in diapers anyway,"
    Tony's mother said. "They're always so much harder to toilet train,
    they wet their beds more and have more poop accidents. Chris and Tony
    have known each other since kindergarten and both of them always had a
    hard time keeping themselves wiped back there. No wonder so many boys
    these days are wearing underwear with pictures printed on the butt. It
    kind of surprised me at first when I found out that Chris got put into
    diapers, and then when Tony wanted to wear them, too. They get teased
    about it at school, but they're happy being friends with each other."
    	"I'm just glad to know I'm not the only mother who has a seven-
    year-old boy in diapers."
    	"Try thirteen," Tony's mother said. "Tony turns thirteen next
    month."
    	Tony and I were enjoying listening to his and Derek's mother get
    acquainted and talk about all of us boys wearing diapers. Derek came
    running back in with Jenny and Steven, who was in cloth diapers and
    plastic pants and a shirt, complete with the dense ring of diaper pins
    around his waist along with his rolled-up shirttail.
    	"Where can Jenny take Derek's diapers off?" Derek's mother asked.
    	"She can do it in Tony's room," Tony's mother said. "It already
    stinks in there from all the diapers anyway."
    	"I'll help her take all the pins out," Kara offered.
    	"That'd be great, dear," Derek's mother said. "I know how long it
    takes for Jenny to do one of the boys' diaper changes."
    	Kara and Jenny introduced each other and then they escorted Derek
    into Tony's room where they both removed the topmost layers of his
    diapers. Meanwhile, Tony had gotten Derek's other diapers out of the
    dryer and set them on the kitchen table, where the two mothers were
    talking more about the challenges of raising boys who love to wear
    diapers, such as the extra laundry, the smells around the house and
    having to explain it to family and friends. They seemed to hit if off
    well, and it was good to know that Derek's mother was cool about having
    Derek come over to Tony's house with me. Tony's mother helped Derek's
    mother with folding the diapers.
    	A moment later Derek came out of Tony's bedroom with a thinner,
    but still fairly thick, as diapers go. His shirt was now loosely draped
    over the top of his diapers with the pins taken out. His plastic pants
    had more room around his diapers, forming a large air pillow inside of
    them in the space that his thicker diaper configuration normally
    occupied. Kara was carrying a pail full of wet and poopy diapers,
    taking it over to the washing machine. Jenny explained that she took
    all of the diapers off of Derek because he had wet and pooped in them,
    and then she re-pinned on the three topmost diapers as they were the
    least dampened.
    	"His diapers are going to get wet anyway," Jenny said.
    	"He won't need to worry about wearing a life jacket," Tony's
    mother laughed as she looked at Derek's balloon-like plastic pants.
    "Looks like his plastic pants will work nicely for a flotation device."
    	"You need some smaller plastic pants," Derek's mother said. "Of
    course you usually wear enough diapers to fill them out. Besides,
    you'll be wearing your swimming trunks over them anyway."
    	Derek left with his family at that point and he thanked Tony's
    Mom for letting him stay overnight with Tony and me. I told Derek that
    I would bring him his diapers from the wash at Tony's house after I got
    back from seeing Aaron and went back home. Shortly after Derek was gone
    Diane stopped by and picked Tony and me up. Aaron had also come with
    her, along with his cousins Brittany and Kayla. Diane had Derek
    diapered very heavily, so of course he was without pants like Tony and
    me. Kara enjoyed seeing another very amply diapered boy and I could
    tell from the way she looked at him that she wished Tony would wear
    cloth diapers like most of us did.
    	Tony, Aaron and I rode al in the back of the pickup that Diane
    was driving, while Brittany and Kayla rode up front. We headed over to
    the photo shop, located in a high-traffic part of the city. Even with
    people being gone for Labor Day, there was still a lot of traffic
    around us. Aaron, Tony and I were sitting down in the bed of the pickup
    and nobody had any idea that all we had on below our shirts were out
    diapers until we got to the photo shop. It was located in a strip mall
    where several adjacent stores were closed for the holiday weekend, but
    the larger ones were still open, including the supermarket that was
    located next door to the studio. Several cars passed by heading to and
    from the supermarket and the other big store down the way. Lots of
    people were milling around and coming and going from the busy
    supermarket, many of whom had kids with them. As expected we generated
    plenty of stares from the people who saw Tony, Aaron and me standing on
    the sidewalk in diapers while we waited for Diane to open the door.
    There was lots of pointing and "look Mom!"'s coming from the kids as I
    lifted my shirt and let them see the full magnitude of my diapers. I
    also pretended to tie my shoe so that I could bend over and show off my
    diapers the way I enjoyed showing them off the most. Most of the kids
    stared at us with amusement and interest-- hoping that this display was
    encouraging the boys to wear diapers-- while the adults looked
    surprised, a couple of them disgusted at the sight of boys our age
    being in diapers and openly wearing them in public.
    	"Better get your butts in here, boys," Diane told us after she
    got the door open. "I'm sure most those people out there aren't used to
    seeing boys your age in diapers."
    	"That's why there needs to be more awareness to be spread
    around," I said. "That some boys just like to wear diapers and don't
    care how old they are."
    	"Yeah, but you do realize that what you're doing is going around
    in your underwear, more or less, and with the diapers you're wearing,
    Chris, as well as Aaron, I'd say it's more, lots more."
    	Once we were inside the store Diane locked the door. Tony and I
    were intrigued by the very elaborate and expensive cameras that were on
    display. She had with her the 35mm film that was shot at Tony's house
    today as well as the special small film cartridge that came out of
    Luke's and Nathan's cousin Eric's spy camera. Diane examined the second
    cartridge, casting doubts on whether or not she could develop it.
    	"Have you ever seen film like that before?" I asked her.
    	"Yeah, once in awhile someone will bring these in to us," she
    said. "They're a pain in the butt because they're so small and hard to
    handle."
    	"We'll pay you for your trouble," Tony offered.
    	"Yeah, we'd like to know what's on it."
    	Diane asked us where we got the film and I explained to her what
    went on at Luke's and Nathan's house last night and how we had a
    million-to-one shot at getting a hold of the film. She then went into
    the dark room and told us to wait in the office. She emphatically told
    us not to play with any of the merchandise, and she emphasized not to
    open the darkroom door while the "in use" light was on. She also
    advised us to keep away from the front window where people outside may
    see us and wonder why we were in the store, never mind the fact that we
    all had diapers on.
    	"Oh, and the bathroom's in the back to the left if you need to
    use it," Diane facetiously told Tony and me.
    	"Ha ha, very funny," Tony said.
    	"Use the bathroom, yeah, right!" came my reply. Diane, Brittany
    and Layla all enjoyed a good laugh over our response to this comment.
    Diane told us that it would be a little while and then she disappeared
    into the dark room and the "in use" light came on. Brittany went in
    with her to watch since she wanted to know how photographs were made.
    Kayla was left to our care since they didn't want her to open the door
    or tamper with any of the equipment in the darkroom. Aaron, Tony and I
    then went into the store office and played Solitaire and Minesweeper on
    the computer since these were the only games they had on their
    computer. Kayla sat in the corner and played with her dolls she brought
    with her. While Tony and I played games, I asked Aaron if he could draw
    some comic strip characters for us, wearing diapers.
    	"Sure," he said. "Who do you wanna have me draw?"
    	While I was playing Solitaire I described the scene I wanted
    Aaron to try drawing. I asked him to draw Michael from "For Better or
    for Worse" to be getting his diapers changed by Elizabeth. Having
    nothing to reference, he went to work drawing the picture freehand.
    Within ten or fifteen minutes he had the finished product, which showed
    Elizabeth putting Michael in super-thick diapers while April watched
    with delight.
    	"Looks great!" I said. I went over to the copier and ran off
    three copies, one for Tony, one for Derek and one for myself.
    	"Can you do Family Circus?" I asked him.
    	"Oh yeah, they're easy," he said. He demonstrated a very natural
    artistic talent as he guided his pencil ever so flawlessly over the
    paper, producing a scene showing Billy, Jeffy and PJ all going around
    the house in diapers while Dolly bragged about being the only one
    allowed to use the toilet.
    	"That's what you boys get for leaving the seat up", Aaron wrote
    in the caption below it. Again, I ran off three copies of this drawing
    and Aaron proceeded to do more of them, including Foxtrot and Dennis
    the Menace being changed by Gina.
    	"I'd rather have Gina change my diapers than Margaret," Aaron
    said. "I think Gina's cuter, and Margaret's a bitch."
    	A few minutes later Kayla got up and announced, "I hafta go
    potty!"
    	"The bathroom's down that hallway to your left," Tony pointed.
    	"Where's Brittany?" Kayla asked.
    	"She's in the darkroom with Diane," Aaron said as he pointed to
    the door. Kayla then started going towards the door.
    	"No, don't go in there!" Aaron shouted as he went after his
    three-year-old cousin.
    	"I hafta go potty!" Kayla shouted through the darkroom door,
    though she didn't open it.
    	"Can you go by yourself?!" I heard Brittany shout from inside the
    darkroom.
    	"No!" Kayla shouted. "Brittany, come out!"
    	"She can't, we're in the middle of developing film!" Diane said.
    "One of you boys will have to take her in there!"
    	"Oh boy," I said. "Well, we don't want her having an accident,
    especially being a girl and all," I said.
    	"I'll take you in there," Aaron said as he led Kayla to the
    restroom. After he closed the door Tony and I listened from the outside
    to make sure Kayla was doing what all girls her age should be doing,
    using the toilet.
    	"Good girl!" Aaron said a moment later. "You need help wiping?"
    	We didn't hear the answer from Kayla, but Aaron's reply indicated
    that she needed some help.
    	"Damn! She still needs help with that?" I said.
    	"At least she's learning, let's be happy with that," Tony said.
    	"I think you can handle it," Aaron said, apparently encouraging
    Kayla to become more independent at the toilet.
    	"Shit, I wish I had a camera right now," I said.
    	"There's a whole showroom full of them out there, just go get
    one!" Tony said as he pointed towards the front of the store.
    	"Ha ha, funny!" I replied to Tony.
    	"I'm sure there's a demo model that you could use," Tony
    suggested. "What do you want a camera for, anyway?"
    	"I just thought it would be funny to get a picture of Aaron, a
    ten-year-old boy in thick diapers, helping his three-year-old potty-
    trained girl cousin at the toilet."
    	"Yeah, I agree, that would be funny, but they're probably about
    done in there anyway," Tony said.
    	"Turn around, let me check," I heard Aaron say to Kayla. "See,
    you did it all by yourself! Not a trace of poo-poo back there! I knew
    you could do it!"
    	"Okay, flush the toilet now," Aaron told Kayla. "Remember, I
    don't touch toilets!"
    	We assumed Kayla then flushed as we heard the water swashing
    around.
    	"There goes the poopies, wave bye-bye to them!" Aaron told Kayla.
    "Now let's get your hands washed."
    	Tony and I decided to go back to the office before Aaron and
    Kayla emerged from the bathroom since we didn't want Aaron to know that
    we had been listening in on Kayla using the toilet. We didn't think
    Aaron would mind, but Kayla might not have wanted us listening in on
    what she was doing in the bathroom. A moment later we heard them come
    out of the bathroom. They joined us in the office.
    	By this time it had been close to an hour and Diane was still
    busy developing the film. Aaron drew a few more pictures, this time
    drawing Tony and me in our diapers. I was surprised at how well he
    could reproduce our facial features. He certainly had no trouble
    drawing what my diapers looked like, complete with detailed relief
    features accenting the creases and folds, not to mention their being
    very thick and full of diaper pins.
    	"I'd color it in, but there aren't any colored pencils or crayons
    around here," Aaron said, as if apologizing.
    	"This is great!" I said. "I don't mind that there's no color,
    besides, I'm making copies of them anyway."
    	By the time Diane finished with developing the two film
    cartridges Aaron had made ten drawings, each of which had three copies.
    	"Okay boys, they're done!" Diane said. She handed us the first
    set of photos, which came from the roll we shot at Tony's house. There
    were several pictures of Tony and Kara that were taken at Kara's
    birthday party back in late July. Tony was only wearing diapers and a
    shirt in all the photos that showed him among Kara's friends.
    	"Those are cute pictures!" Diane commented as she looked at the
    ones that showed Kara babying Derek and then babying me. "Who is this
    girl?"
    	"That's Kara, my sister," Tony answered. "And the little boy is
    Derek, Chris' neighbor."
    	"Looks like he wears diapers just like Aaron and Chris do," Diane
    commented.
    	"He started wearing diapers after he met me and wanted to wear
    them," I said. "His four-year-old brother wears diapers, too, and
    because of me, his toilet training came to an abrupt end."
    	"You're such a fiend, Chris," Diane said with a smile. I
    reciprocated with a proud grin.
    	"Just keeping the diaper industry for older kids alive, I guess,"
    I said. "Call it direct marketing."
    	"Hey, did you get the other roll developed?" Tony asked Diane.
    	"Yeah, I did," Diane said as the tone in her voice suddenly
    lowered. I could detect some hesitation in her voice and I was worried
    that all of this anticipation may have been all for naught and the
    pictures may not have developed properly because of the special film.
    	"Did they turn out?" I asked Diane.
    	"Oh yeah, they turned out, all right," she said, relieving me of
    my first concern. "You can definitely see what's in them."
    	"What are they?" I asked.
    	"Well, uhh, there's a couple pictures of you and Tony and that
    other boy, Derek, I think you said his name was. Some look like they
    were taken through a window or something."
    	"Okay, so was that all there was, or?" I pressed, knowing that
    there was something that Diane was reserved to tell us. She handed us
    the ones that showed us in diapers as well as a couple others that Eric
    had apparently taken of Luke and Nathan while they were frolicking
    around in the front room, unsuspecting of their spying cousin's
    presence.
    	"I made two sets of these, by the way," Diane said as she handed
    Aaron a set of his own photos of Tony, Luke, Nathan and I in diapers,
    knowing he would enjoy looking at them. Diane was still holding some of
    the photos.
    	"What are the ones you holding?"
    	"Well, uhh, I don't think Aaron, Brittany or Kayla should see
    these," Diane said.
    	"Why not?" Aaron asked.
    	"These are X-rated," Diane replied. "I'm not even sure Chris or
    Tony should see them, either."
    	"Are they that bad?" Tony asked. We were both dying to see what
    they were. I was wetting my diapers just thinking about what sort of
    goodies turned up in the photos.
    	"Well, I probably should have destroyed these, but I knew you
    guys wanted to see what they were, so here they are," Diane said as she
    handed us the remaining photos. She had only made one set of these
    pictures, however. Tony and I looked at them together. They were
    pictures of Eric and a girl whom we assumed was his girlfriend. They
    were both naked and they were engaging in various sexual acts. All of
    the pictures were taken from the same angle. It appeared that the
    camera was hidden and activated remotely as I could see Eric's fist
    clenched in several of the photos, as if he were activating a remote
    device of some sort. She wasn't the best-looking girl in my opinion and
    I knew of far better ways to spend a hard-on, aside from wearing
    diapers.
    	"Sort of gives a whole new meaning to the word 'exposure,'" I
    said as I looked at Eric performing the same act with his girlfriend
    that Tony and I did in the shower this morning. Diane and Tony both
    laughed.
    	Aaron's curiosity got the best of him and he sneaked a peak at
    the pictures, as did Brittany. Diane looked at us, wishing we hadn't
    let the younger kids see the pornographic photos.
    	"Why is he sticking his weenie in her bu--"
    	"I'll let Mom and Dad explain it to you someday," Diane said as
    she quickly shielded Brittany's eyes from the photos and handed me the
    envelope.
    	"Better put those pictures away," Diane said. "The negatives are
    in there with them."
    	"Thanks!" both Tony and I said to Diane. Tony and I then looked
    at each other as if to say, "are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Tony
    then nodded his head. We each exchanged fiendish grins.
    	"Could you make another set of these for us?" Tony asked Diane.
    We already had two sets, so I was wondering what he wanted a third set
    for.
    	"Do you guys like those pictures?" Diane asked us. "I thought you
    boys liked looking at diapered boys instead."
    	"We do," I said. "But Tony and I have a plan to use these against
    Eric."
    	"Oh, I see," Diane said as she was onto our little plan. She took
    the negatives back with her and she produced another set of the photos.
    	"What do you want another set for?" I asked Tony.
    	"We'll use them for backup," Tony answered. "We'll go to Luke's
    and Nathan's house and wait for Eric to show up. He'll probably
    confront us about the film and we'll show him the pictures. He'll
    either ask us to give them to him or he'll try to get them from us, so
    we'll have some fun and then, 'give up.' We'll still have a second set,
    plus the negatives, in case we need more."
    	"So, just what do you have in mind?" I asked Tony.
    	"We can find out where Eric lives and then mail the photos to his
    parents, or to where his girlfriend lives, maybe an ex-girlfriend, or
    one of his teachers, maybe have someone pin them up on the bulletin
    board at his school-- shit, the possibilities are endless! We can mail
    them to Luke's and Nathan's parents!"
    	A few minutes later Diane had the next set of prints of Eric's
    erotic activities ready and we included them in with the first set. At
    this point we left the photo store and got back into the pickup, again
    giving the supermarket patrons another very open glimpse at our
    diapers. We were drawing the expected attention from them. Diane
    stopped at McDonald's on the way back to Tony's house and bought lunch
    for us. The girl at the drive-through window kept looking at Tony and
    me sitting in the back of the pickup wearing our diapers. We purposely
    sat on the right side with our legs open to show off our crotches to
    the girl at the drive-through window. Apparently she had called over a
    couple other employees to take a look as we saw other workers come over
    to the window and take a quick glimpse. The food then came and we took
    off.
    	Diane then ran us back to Tony's house and dropped us off. We
    thanked Diane for buying us lunch as well as offering her photo-
    processing services. I promised to repay her for the time and expense.
    She told us to think nothing of it and was pleased to be of help. After
    I called my Mom to let her know that I would be gone awhile longer we
    called Luke and Nathan and told them we had a surprise for them.
    	"What is it?" Luke asked.
    	"I told you, it's a surprise," I said. "You'll find out when we
    get there."
    	"Is it good or bad?" he asked.
    	"It's good, believe me, it's good!" I assured him. "See ya' in a
    bit."

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 103
    ----------------------------

    	Diane drove us back to Tony's house and dropped us off there.
    Tony tucked the photos of Eric and his girlfriend underneath his shirt
    so that his mom wouldn't see them. I would have transported them
    myself, but since my shirt was pinned to my diapers I had to leave it
    to Tony to conceal them instead. I brought in the photos that were
    taken of us this morning and handed them to Tony's Mom. I did this to
    distract her so that Tony could sneak the photos to the back patio
    where we would pick them up again when we left for Luke's and Nathan's
    house again. He then went into his room to change his diaper.
    	"What are these?" Tony's mother asked me.
    	"Just some photos we got developed," I explained to her.
    	"Oh, Kara's birthday, how nice," she said. "I didn't think I had
    finished up the roll on those."
    	"Tony and I finished the roll," I said. She continued looking
    through the pictures and came to the ones that were taken this morning.
    	"So I see," she said, looking at the various shots of Tony and me
    as well as the ones with Kara in the middle.
    	"I'll pay you back for the film," I offered Tony's mother,
    implying an apology for using the rest of her film.
    	"Oh, don't worry about it, Chris," she said. "But, you know, you
    boys do already have enough pictures of yourselves in your diapers,"
    she said with a little smile.
    	"I know, but we won't always look the way we do in our diapers,"
    I said, inferring that we were both in puberty and would eventually
    start looking less and less like boys and more like grown men, so we
    wanted to get as many pictures as we could while we were still young
    boys.
    	"Can you imagine what we'll look like when we're adults and
    wearing diapers?" I asked Tony's mother.
    	"Since I doubt either of you will ever go back to using toilets
    again, I hope you'll both start wearing some pants over your diapers by
    then," she said, patting my diapered bottom. I had to admit the day
    would come when it wouldn't look right for me to be going around in
    just my diapers all the time anymore. Today wasn't that day, though.
    	Kara then came into the kitchen with her friend Christie. They
    joined us at the table and looked at the pictures. Christie stood
    behind me and I could feel her hand go down into the waistband of my
    plastic pants as she idly picking at the pins stuck into my shirt and
    my diapers. I turned around and smiled at her, letting her know that I
    didn't mind and in fact enjoyed the attention.
    	"Oh wow, these are my birthday pictures!" Kara said. Tony really
    stood out among the girls in the photos, being the only one with a
    white diaper on his butt while Kara and the rest of the girls were all
    wearing colorful summer fashions.
    	"Where did you get these developed anyway?" Tony's mother asked
    me. I explained to her that Aaron's parents own a camera store and
    Aaron's sister processed the film for us.
    	While I brought the photos in I also set down the stack of
    photocopies that I had made of Aaron's comic strip characters wearing
    diapers. They were sitting on the table face down. Kara picked one of
    them up and looked at the Dennis the Menace drawing.
    	"Oh wow, where did you get these?" Kara asked me. I told her that
    Aaron had drawn them. The two girls looked at the rest of the drawings,
    as did Tony's mother, who chuckled as she had probably never expected
    to see the Family Circus boys all wearing diapers.
    	"These are good. I'd swear Bill Keene drew these," Tony's mom
    commented. "I just hope Aaron finds other outlets for his talents,
    though."
    	"If he thinks about diapers as much as I do, I doubt he will," I
    said. "He's even talked about starting his own comic strip featuring an
    older boy who is still treated like a baby."
    	"I'm sure he has, but I doubt very many newspapers would run it."
    	"They run Marvin, and he's in diapers," I argued. "And he's
    always talking about dirty diapers."
    	"Yeah, but he's portrayed as a real baby, too," Tony's Mom said
    back. By this time Tony came out from his room, having just changed his
    diaper. He was carrying his old, wet and smelly diaper. He disposed of
    it and then he joined the huddle around the table and looked at the
    pictures and the drawings.
    	"How are your diapers doing, Chris?" Tony asked me.
    	"What, you mean you can't tell?" I said jokingly as I stuck my
    butt out in front of him.
    	"Not unless you have X-ray vision," Tony's mother commented.
    	"I can tell he needs to be changed," Christie said. "His butt
    stinks really bad."
    	"We're used to diaper smells around here, so we can never tell
    that way anymore," Tony's mother said.
    	"Wanna change him?" Kara offered.
    	"Nahh, I just had lunch before I came over," she said.
    	"You've changed him before," Kara said.
    	"Yeah, only because I got a Barbie doll set out of it," she said.
    "I can wait until Christmas for the next one."
    	"Okay, just thought you might want to try it again," Kara said.
    "Remember that you'll probably have diaper-changing duty anyway when
    your Mom has her baby. By the way, how's she doing?"
    	"Fine," Christie said. "She went in for an ultrasound on Friday
    and you could see the baby. The doctor thinks it's going to be a boy."
    	"Count on at least three years of diapers," Tony chimed in.
    	"Three years? If we have it our way, count on it being a whole
    lifetime of diapers!" I said. "Might as well forget the whole toilet
    training thing, huh?"
    	"Oh, Chris!" Tony's mother said to me with a grin.
    	"I highly doubt my Mom would go for that," Christie said. "She
    didn't exactly welcome you and Tony being in our house in diapers, you
    know."
    	"When's the baby due?" Tony's mother asked, changing the subject
    somewhat.
    	"They think it's gonna be around the beginning of the New Year,"
    Christie said.
    	"Ooh, maybe your Mom will have the first baby of the year!"
    Tony's mother said. "Your mother will get free diapers for a year for
    that honor."
    	My diapers from last night had been washed and dried. Kara pulled
    them out of the dryer along with Derek's diapers and she separated
    them. She then carried the big bundle of diapers with her as I followed
    her into Tony's room where she changed me. Christie came in to watch.
    She stood at a distance to avoid breathing in my noxious fumes. Once
    Kara had me cleaned up and had my first diaper on Christie agreed to
    help, so she joined Kara and the two girls each folded my diapers and
    pinned them up on me. My soiled diapers were then carried off to the
    washing machine. Tony and I then left for Luke's and Nathan's house,
    heading out the back door. He had stashed the photos under the mat
    outside the door.
    	"Hold it," I said before we got too much farther.
    	"What?" Tony asked.
    	"Let's not take both sets of photos and the negatives with us."
    	"I'm not," Tony said. "I kept one set out here, and I took the
    other set and the negatives back into my room with me."
    	"Okay, cool," I said. We each hopped on our bikes and made our
    trek over to Luke's and Nathan's house. As we approached their house we
    looked for the piece-of-shit, shit-brown Camaro that we had been told
    about. There was no sign of it anywhere, so we proceeded towards the
    house. Again we took the precaution of carrying our bikes across the
    lawn and hiding them behind the shrubs at the side of the house, being
    careful not to leave any telltale tire tracks. As we walked around to
    the front of the house a group of kids walking down the sidewalk stared
    at us.
    	"You never seen a twelve-year-old in diapers before?" I said to
    them.
    	"No!" shouted one of the kids, a nine-ish looking girl.
    	"Well, now you have!" Tony said. We went up to the front door and
    Tony knocked "Shave and a Haircut."
    	Luke came to the door, dressed in the same diapers he had on last
    night. He was very wet and smelly, having worn them for more than
    eighteen hours without changing himself.
    	"Uhh, Luke, you might want to think about changing those
    diapers," I said to him. I exaggerated by holding my nose.
    	"I know, but this is all I have to wear," he said.
    	"You're going to get serious diaper rash if you wear your diapers
    that long without changing," I advised Luke.
    	"I know, but I was hoping you guys would be here a little sooner
    and bring me more diapers."
    	"Sorry," I said. "But we had some business to take care of."
    	"What was that?" Luke asked.
    	"The surprise I told you about." I showed Luke the envelope that
    contained the erotic pictures of Eric and his girlfriend. I then opened
    it and handed him the photos.
    	"Holy shit!" he said as he saw the first picture. "Let's go in
    the house and look at these!"
    	We had been standing at the door until Luke invited us in. Tony
    and I were surprised to see that the house was such a mess. It appeared
    to have been ransacked. The couch cushions were pulled off, the
    recliner was tipped over. The bookshelf had been cleared and a pile of
    books was strewn all over the floor. The kitchen cupboards were opened
    and empty, although the dishes were nearly stacked on the counter,
    which looked odd. Other than that, everything was pretty much
    disheveled.
    	"Shit, what the hell happened here?" I asked Luke as I examined
    the mess some more. "Did you guys get robbed or something?"
    	"Nope, Eric did all this," Luke groaned with a sigh. "He came
    over this morning and demanded to know what we did with the film. I
    denied everything and told him we didn't have it, which was the truth.
    He then said "Bullshit!" and pushed me to the ground and threatened to
    kick the shit out of me, and then after trying to force it out of us,
    he started tearing up the whole house. I asked him why he wanted the
    film so bad, and well, now I know why."
    	We put the couch cushions back in place and then sat down on it
    to show Luke the nasty pictures that Luke had taken of himself and his
    girlfriend doing a nice little number, namely sixty-nine, among other
    equally carnal acts that were photographed.
    	"No wonder he had a shit-fit when he couldn't find the film,"
    Luke said. "He was livid as hell. Now I can finally get back at that
    asshole."
    	"Where's Nathan?" I asked.
    	"Cleaning up his room," Luke replied. "Eric tore his room apart
    as well as mine."
    	"You think he's going to come back?" I asked.
    	"I dunno," Luke answered. "He refused to change Nathan's diapers
    until we gave him the film."
    	"So what is Nathan wearing?" I asked. Luke led us into Nathan's
    room. Nathan had a towel wrapped around him and pinned on as if it were
    a diaper. It was a white towel, which made his "diaper" look authentic
    enough.
    	"Hi guys," Nathan said. He was obviously upset from what had
    happened.
    	"Nice diaper," I said.
    	"I have no diapers to wear," Nathan explained. "Luke has them all
    and he refused to change me. I hafta wear something, you know."
    	"Are you going to change your diapers?" I asked Luke.
    	"I'm gonna have to take them off and wash them, I guess," he
    said. "I just don't want to use the toilet as long as my parents are
    gone, since I don't have to."
    	"Have you used it since you left?" I asked him.
    	"Hell no!" he said. I told him that he could go in the shower and
    clean himself up and we'd take care of his diapers. He stripped off his
    diapers and revealed his naked body and poopy butt, sporting a hard-on.
    I put the dirty diapers in a grocery bag and carried them to the
    washing machine for him while he took the shower and cleaned up. Tony
    and I then helped Nathan get his room back in order while we waited for
    Luke to get out of the shower.
    	"Thanks, guys," Nathan said. I picked up a stack of notebooks and
    drawing tablets and noticed that Nathan had also made some drawings of
    boys in diapers and he had also written a few little stories. I read
    some of them and told Nathan that they were good stories. I realized
    that I was dawdling and I continued picking up pens, pencils, crayons,
    etc. and throwing them all back in the desk drawer.
    	Luke had finished up his shower and he had gone to his bedroom to
    "diaper" himself in his underwear. He then came into Nathan's bedroom.
    He had on at least a dozen pairs. Tony and I looked at him.
    	"It just isn't the same as real diapers," Luke conceded as he
    tugged on the stack of elastic waistbands and snapped them.
    	"It's better than nothing," I told him. "Your diapers should be
    washed and dried before too long."
    	Luke joined in the effort to finish straightening up Nathan's
    room. I asked Luke when Eric gave up looking for the film.
    	"Well, uhh, I finally had to tell him that you guys took it,"
    Luke said. "He's probably going to come back, knowing that you guys
    were coming."
    	"Oh shit," I said. And, speak of the devil, Eric just happened to
    come storming into the house at that point.
    	"Shit! Eric's here!" Luke exclaimed. "I didn't hear his car pull
    up!"
    	"You're damn right I'm here!" Eric shouted, red in the face,
    pissed as ever as he appeared at the door. "And I parked my car down
    the street, just so you little fuckers wouldn't hear me coming!"
    	"A good muffler would solve that problem, you know," Luke said.
    Boy, was he treading on thin ice for saying that.
    	"Shut up!" Eric snapped, apparently ignoring the fact that Luke
    had replaced his diapers with his multiple underpants. His shirt came
    down most of the way over his underwear, so that Luke probably didn't
    even notice the difference.
    	"Did your car break down on the way over?" Nathan asked. He was
    asking for it, too. Both boys seemed to be supremely confident and smug
    in spite of Eric's wrath, knowing that we could use the sexually
    explicit photos of Eric and his girlfriend against him.
    	"Did your car break down on the way over? Did your car break down
    on the way over?" Eric repeated in a sarcastic tone. "Fuck you, Nathan!
    Oh gee, you ran out of diapers, I see, towel boy!"
    	There was a moment of awkward silence, broken only by the faint
    sound of the washing machine at the other end of the house. Tony and I
    stood still, frozen in fear while Luke and Nathan both smiled at Eric.
    	"What the hell you guys smiling about?"
    	"You," Luke said. "We told you we don't have the film!"
    	"I know that," Eric said in a low, subdued voice. He then
    suddenly charged towards Tony and me, both of us cornered in Nathan's
    room.
    	"YOU HAVE IT!!!" he shouted in my face as he pushed me up against
    the wall. "GIVE ME THAT GODDAMN FILM! NOW!"
    	"I, I-I-I don't h-h-have it," I said, nervous as shit now. I peed
    and pooped my diapers as he confronted me and asphyxiated me with his
    toxic breath. He then turned to Tony.
    	"I don't have it, either," Tony said.
    	"Lying mother fuckers!" Eric yelled at us. "Luke told me you guys
    took the film from my camera last night, so don't fucking lie, unless
    you want to die!"
    	There was little Tony and I could do at this point. Luke and
    Nathan both left the room. We were in serious trouble. I felt we were
    damned if we do and damned if we don't. If we showed him the developed
    pictures and found out that we saw them, he'd probably kill us. If we
    kept denying that we had the film, he'd still probably kill us. I
    usually used the term "kill" more loosely, but then he brandished a
    large knife! I was beginning to think of this word as being more
    literal. He held the knife close to my diapers. He then pushed the tip
    of it into my plastic pants.
    	"Don't think that all those diapers you're wearing are going to
    keep me from cutting your little nut sack off!" Eric threatened me as
    he applied more pressure to the knife, piercing the plastic pants. Eric
    then lowered his voice again and looked me right in the eye. He spoke
    slowly.
    	"If you want to have any children, I'd be coughing up that film
    mighty damn quick."
    	Tony and I then looked at each other. Tony nodded his head. I
    knew that he was saying that we'd better confess to taking the film and
    getting it developed. Suddenly a flash appeared behind us. Luke took a
    picture of Eric sticking the knife tip into my diapers.
    	"Hey!" Eric said. "Better give me that camera!"
    	"The police are just a phone call away, Eric," Luke said.
    	"I recommend putting some pants on before you do that," Eric
    said. "Give me that camera."
    	"Sure, just as soon as I finish the roll!" Luke said as he
    snapped another shot. Eric quickly relented and he retracted the knife
    and then went after Luke, trying to get the camera from him. I had
    enough of this. I couldn't believe that Luke's parents' efforts to keep
    him from wearing diaper would escalate into such a tense situation.
    	"We took the film, alright!" I confessed. "I'm sorry."
    	"Okay, then let's see it," Eric said. He backed away from the
    corner in which he had confronted Luke. Tony and I were trembling now
    and we were on the verge of crying. We went out to the front room and
    went to the coffee table where I had set the photos. I picked them up
    and shakily handed them to Eric.
    	"Jesus Christ!" he exclaimed. "You developed these?!"
    	"Yeah, turned out nice, didn't they?" I said with my voice
    cracking. Eric was in total shock that we saw the pictures that he
    probably didn't want anyone else to see.
    	"Alright, so you got me," Eric said, as if to concede. "But you'd
    better have the negatives!"
    	"All we got were the pictures," I said.
    	"You'd better not be lying," Eric said. He was reaching for his
    knife. Nathan came into the room with their cordless phone.
    	"I've already dialed the first two numbers of 911," Nathan said.
    Eric realized how much he had caused the situation to escalate, so he
    lifted his hand from the handle of his knife.
    	"Give it up, Eric!" Luke intervened. "We've got more evidence
    against you than you do against us! You could have just done as you
    were told and come over to change Nathan's diapers, but you had to blow
    everything out of proportion, and look what's happened. You tore up our
    damn house, and you threatened my friends with a knife, and I have the
    pictures that prove it!"
    	"And we still have the negatives," Tony said. "If you hurt any
    one of us, we'll make sure your parents, your grandparents, maybe
    everyone in your school, maybe both your girlfriend and your ex-
    girlfriend will all get to see the pictures."
    	"Including the ones I took of you tearing the house apart earlier
    and the ones of you sticking the knife into Chris' diapers."
    	Eric realized that the odds were stacked against him and he was
    overwhelmed with guilt for causing such an uproar. Rather than admit to
    his guilty feelings, though, he quickly departed.
    	"I'm outta here, fuck this shit!" he said, slamming the door
    behind him as he left.
    	After Eric left, the four of us just stood in a circle in the
    front room, pondering the recent turn of events. I was still feeling
    disturbed by having a knife pressed up against me, even if I did have a
    nice, thick bunch of diapers to protect me down there. Who's to say
    that he couldn't have gone for my throat. I don't wear diapers around
    my neck, after all.
    	"I'm sorry about all this," I told Luke as I put my arm around
    him.
    	"Why are you apologizing?" he asked me.
    	"Because none of this would have happened if we hadn't taken the
    film. Eric would have just presented his evidence to your parents and
    maybe they would have given up and let you wear diapers, maybe not."
    	"If he wasn't such an asshole in the first place he wouldn't have
    gone to all that shit to get me in trouble for catching me wearing
    diapers," Luke said. "I'm ashamed to admit that he's my cousin, and I'm
    not afraid to say that I hate him."
    	Nathan's towel that was serving as his diaper was starting to
    drip as he had soaked it and he was in need of, well, a towel change.
    	"You need some diapers, Nathan," Luke said. "You can wear half of
    mine once they're washed and dried."
    	A moment later Eric came back again. We were fearing the worst
    and Nathan had the phone in his hand ready to dial 911 just in case.
    Perhaps he had gone back home to get a gun or something and he was just
    bluffing us, feigning his defeat as he left. Instead, his intentions
    were far less intimidating.
    	"Here's your fucking diapers!" Eric said as he came in through
    the front door and threw down a pile of both cloth and disposable
    diapers as well as the plastic pants. He also had the box of diaper
    pins with him. The box had come open as it hit the floor, spilling pins
    all over. Fortunately they all had white fasteners on them, which made
    them easier to locate. Eric then slammed the door, brought in another
    load of cloth diapers and threw them on top of us while we were picking
    up the diaper pins. He then left, slamming the door again, of course.
    	"Well, that takes care of your diaper situation," I said to
    Nathan.
    	"Mine, too," Luke said. We all picked up the diapers and took
    them into Nathan's room. Luke took some of the cloth diapers and said
    he was going to put them on.
    	"What about your parents?" I asked Luke.
    	"Let 'em see me in diapers!" he said assertively. "After all the
    shit Eric caused, they'll hopefully think about how all this could have
    been avoided if they just let me wear diapers like they used to!"
    	"Well, then let me put them on you," I offered. With this we went
    into Luke's bedroom and he took off his stack of underpants, which were
    still clean. His entire butt was red from the rash.
    	"Dude, you've got one hell of a diaper rash!" I said. "Got some
    Desitin?"
    	"Yeah, it's in the medicine cabinet in the bathroom," Luke said.
    He waited on the bed and lay there naked, idly playing with his erect
    penis while I went into the bathroom to retrieve the rash cream.
    Meanwhile, Tony changed Nathan into his cloth diapers while I was busy
    with diapering Luke.
    	While I was in the bathroom, I couldn't help but notice that
    there was a small, red stripe on the bottom of the first square of the
    toilet paper on the roll. I knelt down and examined it more closely.
    The red line had been drawn on there with a marker. It was hard to see
    at a glance, but for some reason my acute vision led me to spot it.
    After thinking about it for a moment I figured that Luke's parents had
    marked the toilet paper to see if any of it would be used while they
    were gone over the weekend. I left it alone and I didn't say anything
    to Luke about it. I didn't want him to know that it was there. I wanted
    him to get his diaper privileges back, and if he decided to back out of
    his bold resolve to face his parents at the last minute he could have
    gone in there and torn off the toilet paper and perhaps flushed a few
    feet of the roll just to make it look like he had been using the
    toilet. I grabbed the Desitin and then I went back into Luke's bedroom
    to diaper him.
    	I spread a generous amount of the cream all over Luke's butt and
    crotch. I made sure to give his dick and balls plenty of attention and
    I was enjoying it as much as Luke was. I ran the rash cream up and down
    his butt crack. I was getting up the urge to jack off while applying
    the cream. I wanted him to enjoy his diapers after he had them on,
    though, so I finished spreading the Desitin on him and began diapering
    him. I pinned his diaper up good and thoroughly and I put on as many as
    I could get to fit, being that they were Nathan's diapers, which were
    smaller. I put the plastic pants on him and then I gave him the "spank
    test."
    	"Thanks," Luke said.
    	"We'd better get going," I said to him. "Sorry about all the
    trouble that went on today."
    	"It's not your fault," he assured me.
    	"Then who do you blame?" I asked.
    	"My parents," he said. "The minute they come home, they're going
    to see me in these very diapers, all wet and shitty. I'm going to
    stink, and I don't care. I'm getting my diapers back."
    	"Good luck," I said. I started to leave when Luke called me back.
    	"Hey uhh, could you do me a favor before you go?" he asked me.
    	"Sure," I said. "What do you want?"
    	"Sit on my diapers and get me off," he replied. I gladly obliged
    and took my position on top of him. I rapidly scooted my butt back and
    forth over his diaper front until he indicated that he had achieved
    orgasm and asked me to climb off of him.
    	"Did you come?" I asked him.
    	"No, still can't do that yet," he said while catching his breath.
    "Thanks."
    	"My turn," I said to him. I had a lot of tension and energy built
    up in my body. I lay down on the bed and Luke took his spot on top of
    me. As I looked at his diapered bottom rubbing back and forth over my
    diapers I thought about how it was my own diapering that I was looking
    at, and I must say that I did a pretty damn good job. He had me coming
    in under a minute.
    	"Thanks," I said to him while catching my breath and savoring my
    orgasm. "Tony's probably wondering what we're doing."
    	"I'm sure he knows," Luke said as we left his room. We went out
    to the front room where Tony and Nathan were watching "America's
    Funniest Home Videos." It was the season premiere episode, which I had
    planned to watch. Damn! Maybe Mom taped it for me, knowing that I
    watched it because there was usually a good diapered boy scene or two
    in any given episode.
    	"You taping this?" Luke asked Nathan.
    	"Of course," he said. "You missed a good diaper scene with two
    boys in it."
    	"I'll see it when I get home, I hope," I said. "You ready to go?"
    I asked Tony.
    	"My Mom's coming to pick us up," Tony said. "I just called her."
    	"Okay, great, we don't have to ride back. Why did you call her?"
    	"I'm afraid that Eric's probably lurking out there somewhere on
    the street waiting for us to leave," Tony answered.
    	"Good idea," I agreed. "But what about our bikes?"
    	"We can come back and get them tomorrow," he said. "I told my Mom
    what happened."
    	A couple minutes later Tony's mother picked us up. We introduced
    her to Luke and Nathan.
    	"You think you guys will be okay?" I asked Luke and Nathan. I was
    afraid of leaving them there at the house alone where Eric might come
    back.
    	"We'll be fine," Luke assured us.
    	"Call me and let me know what happens, all right?" I said as I
    left the house. Tony's Mom dropped me off at my house.
    	"Welcome, stranger," Mom said to me, seeing that I was gone most
    of the day.
    	"How was your day?" she asked me.
    	"Fine," I said. "I'm really tired, though."
    	"I bet you are, dear, and you look tired. I'd like you to stay
    home tomorrow and have a day to yourself before going back to school."
    	"I will, believe me," I said in a groggy voice. "Did you tape
    'America's Funniest?' for me?"
    	"Of course, I'd never hear the end of it if I didn't," Mom said.
    She had the tape rewound and ready to go as I sat down and watched the
    show. I kept track of all the points where the diapered boy scenes
    began and then I copied them to my own tape, using the video camera as
    the recording device.
    	For the last three hours I ate dinner, took a shower, got my
    diapers changed and wrote two very long and event-filled diaper-y
    (diaper diary) entries on the computer. Even without writing it in my
    diaper-y, today was a day I wouldn't soon forget.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 104
    ----------------------------

    	It was Labor Day, the very last day of my summer vacation, and I
    was feeling too tired and out of it to really take advantage of what
    few precious carefree hours remained before I would soon again be
    having to worry about homework, grades and putting up with teachers and
    classmates whom I may not like. I slept in until after 9:00 A.M. For
    me, that was sleeping in.
    	Dad was out golfing for most of the day. Lisa had to work, and
    Cindy was out with Gina, so I was home alone with Mom for most of the
    day. I didn't really do much of anything until the middle of the
    afternoon, which was when I decided to go over to Derek's house and
    fulfill yesterday's pledge to play Nintendo games with him. He told me
    about all the fun he had at the water park yesterday and how he saw a
    couple boys who looked to be five, maybe six, who were also in diapers.
    	"How did you know they were in diapers?" I asked him. I figured
    either their swimming trunks were bulged out or their diapers were
    showing above the waistband, or both.
    	"Well, how do you know that *I* am in diapers, silly?" Derek said
    as he smiled so charmingly and pointed at his bulging, thick diapers.
    	"Uhh, that I can *see* them?" I said, having figured it out that
    the boys were wearing no swimming trunks over their diapers.
    	"Duh-uh!" Derek said. I deserved it. I was tired.
    	"Oh, 'duh' yourself!" I said as I gave him a noogie, followed by
    a light shove, and then started wrestling with him for a little bit. I
    enjoyed feeling his thick diapers while I gently tackled him to the
    floor, and then I let him do the same to me.
    	We both talked about having to start school tomorrow and agreed
    that it sucked that the summer was about over. I also told him about
    the run-in Tony and I had with Eric last night. I told him about the
    incident involving the photographs, but I only mentioned that they were
    pictures of Eric and his girlfriend kissing.
    	"Were they naked?" Derek asked. Perhaps he knew more about these
    things than I realized. I told him yes and quickly rehearsed in my mind
    a superficial explanation of "the birds and the bees" that would have
    been appropriate for a seven-year-old, but this wasn't necessary. Derek
    just giggled at this and didn't ask any more questions, so I changed
    the subject back to diapers again and we were once again on familiar
    ground.
    	Derek's biggest concern was how he would handle wearing diapers
    in school. I wanted to be there with him, but this wasn't possible.
    Since he had just moved here over the summer nobody in his school would
    know who he was and he would have a fresh start. I told him that if he
    was careful about it and wore thinner and more discreet diapers nobody
    would ever have to know that he was even wearing them.
    	"What kind of diapers are you going to be wearing?" I asked him.
    When we finished the game we went into his room and he showed me the
    disposable diapers that his Mom bought for him to wear in school. They
    weren't Thickies diapers, which was a good thing since there was no way
    Thickies diapers could be hidden unless he wore really baggy pants that
    came up very high on him or if he wore a long shirt. Thickies diapers
    were meant to be worn alone, after all. Even though they weren't
    Thickies, they were still quite thick. They were some off-brand that I
    had never heard of. Derek mentioned that they came from a medical
    supply store.
    	"The lady said they're good diapers and they can be used for full
    incontents," Derek said. I corrected him and told him that the word was
    "incontinence."
    	"That means you can pee and poop in them," I added.
    	"She said they take a lot of pee and they hold poop, too," Derek
    said. "But I don't think I'll poop in them at school. I never pooped in
    the toilets at school anyway and I always held it until I get home."
    	Derek talked about the kids he knew from his other school and
    said that he liked most of them and he hated to leave his friends
    behind. He mentioned his friend Billy, who pooped his pants once, but
    his mom didn't yell at him for it and mentioned that it was the only
    time this ever happened. "Damn," I thought. I wished that Billy had
    gotten diapered for his accident.
    	"But I'm glad you're my friend now, Chris," Derek said.
    	"I'm glad you're my friend, too," I said back while I patted him
    on the back. I asked him if he knew of any kids that wore diapers.
    	"Just a couple retarded kids, I think," he said. "I know this one
    kid pooped his pants and everyone laughed at him. He was crying and
    everyone made fun of him for the rest of the year for it. That's why I
    hope nobody ever finds out that I'm wearing diapers in school."
    	The package of diapers had already been opened and one of the
    diapers had been taken out and then put back in the package. It was
    sitting out loose from the tight stack of diapers inside the package.
    It looked like Derek had already opened the package and looked at the
    diaper.
    	"I think you'll be okay with these," I said as I examined the
    diaper, which was dwarfed by Derek's much thicker and higher-rising
    cloth diapers. Relatively speaking it was thin by my standards, but it
    was still fairly thick unlike a lot like the (thumbs down) ultra-trim
    diapers that they're making nowadays. It came up high in the back,
    which was good for bowel incontinence, but made them harder to cover up
    with pants.
    	"Just keep your shirt down over them," I told him. At the same
    time I advised him that this didn't work very well and it wasn't long
    before someone at school found out that I was wearing diapers and then
    spread the word. Derek then asked me how long I wore diapers in school
    before someone found out.
    	"The first day I wore diapers, someone found out and then told
    everyone," I said. "I was really nervous and afraid someone would find
    out, and sure enough, they did."
    	"Who was it?" Derek asked.
    	"Megan, that one girl who stops by every now and then," I said.
    	"And you're friends with her now?" Derek asked incredulously,
    after telling him all the mean things Megan and her then-friend Tracy
    did at the time.
    	"Yeah, we see each other every now and then. Cindy was friends
    with her at first for a little while, and that's when Megan and I
    became friends, but then Megan went back to seeing friends in her
    school and so did Cindy. I didn't like Megan at first and all she ever
    did was tease me about wearing diapers, but then she must have started
    liking me or something, and well, I got to liking her, and--"
    	"Have you ever kissed her?" Derek interrupted with an innocent
    giggle. He looked to be embarrassed to ask, but he was also curious.
    	"Yes, I have," I stated openly without any hesitation to answer.
    "Among other things," I added, but only in thought. Derek started
    laughing. I then asked him if he ever kissed a girl before. He got all
    shy and bashful and said "no-o-o," but I could smell a liar's "no" like
    I could smell his soiled diapers.
    	"Are you sure?" I asked him, pressing for the truth. "Come on,
    you can tell me."
    	"Yeah, I'm sure," Derek said, continuing to deny it. He then knew
    that I was onto him and he eventually confessed to having kissed a girl
    in his first-grade class.
    	"I wish you could stay in the sixth grade and go to school with
    me," Derek said. "At least I'd have a big, tough six-grader friend
    who'd make sure nobody teased me for wearing diapers."
    	"That'd be nice," I said. "But one, I'd be stuck in school a year
    longer; and two, even if I were going to stay in the sixth grade I'd be
    going to junior high anyway, which they now call middle school, because
    this year they're gonna change it so it now has kids in the sixth,
    seventh and eighth grades. That means I won't have Cindy in my school
    since she'll be in high school."
    	Whether Derek understood all of that or not, I wasn't sure, and
    he didn't ask any questions. I asked him if he's tested any of the
    diapers that he would be wearing to school.
    	"No," he said. "Mom wants me to save them for school, and
    besides, I'd rather stay in my cloth diapers for now anyway." With
    this, he patted the front of his diapers and pulled his plastic pants
    up until they were tautly stretched over the crotch of his diapers.
    	I had spent the next couple hours with Derek since his mother
    needed to go to the store and she needed me to watch Derek and Steven
    for her. Jenny was also going with her and she wouldn't be around to
    baby-sit. They didn't want to take the time to change the boys out of
    their thick cloth diapers so that they could wear some shorts and go
    inside the store, and Derek wanted to spend as much time as he could in
    just his diapers today since he knew that he'd have to start wearing
    pants again when school started. Steven needed a diaper change while I
    was baby-sitting the two boys. I asked Derek if he wanted a diaper
    change, too, but he told me he was okay in spite of having pooped in
    them. When Derek's mother came back she made lunch and invited me to
    stay and eat with them. All three of us boys drank from baby bottles
    and Jenny even spoon-fed Derek and me some of our macaroni and cheese.
    I stayed long enough afterwards to watch Jenny change Derek's diapers
    before I went back home and jacked off while thinking about the diaper
    change I had just observed.
    	By the middle of the afternoon I got a call from Tony.
    	"Luke called and said we'd better come and get our bikes before
    their parents come home," he said.
    	"Okay, so does this mean that we have to *walk* all the way over
    there?" I asked him.
    	"No, not at all," Tony said. "My Mom will stop by and pick you up
    and she's gonna drive us over there."
    	I told my Mom what was going on and I asked her if I could go
    with Tony so that we could get our bikes.
    	"Okay, but be sure to come right back home," Mom said after some
    hesitation. "You've been gone so much this past weekend and I'd like to
    see you rest up and relax before you start school tomorrow."
    	"I know, Mom," I said. I promised her we would get the bikes and
    come straight back. Tony and his mother showed up a few minutes later
    and we went over to Luke's and Nathan's house.
    	"I'd drive you boys back, but there just isn't any room in this
    car for your bikes," Tony's mother said. She had a hatchback, so there
    was no way the bikes would fit anywhere in or on the car.
    	"Thanks," I told Tony's mother before she drove off. "We'll be
    heading home soon."
    	Tony and I walked up to the house and discovered that our bikes
    were not behind the shrubs where we had left them last night.
    	"Shit!" I exclaimed. "I hope someone didn't steal our bikes!"
    	"I wouldn't be surprised if that Eric asshole came by and took
    them," Tony said.
    	"Same here," I said. "But if he did, we can get back at him."
    	"You mean, the photographs, right?" Tony asked. I nodded my head
    with a fiendish grin. We then went up to the door and Tony knocked on
    it. Luke came to the door, still in diapers, too. He smelled and he
    needed to be changed.
    	"Where the hell are our bikes?" Tony asked.
    	"No, we moved them out back in my dad's shed in case my parents
    came home and saw them."
    	"Oh good," I said, heaving a sigh of relief. "We thought Eric
    might have stolen them."
    	"Relax," Luke said. "Don't get your diapers in a knot."
    	"That would be very, very hard to do," I said as I pointed out my
    thick stack of diapers on my butt. I told Luke that we didn't have very
    much time and we needed to get the bikes right away and get going. Luke
    then invited us in to the house, and just in time, too, as their
    parents pulled into the driveway at that time.
    	"Shit!" Luke exclaimed. "They're home! Hide somewhere! Hide!"
    	"Can we just get our bikes and then sneak out the back way?" I
    suggested.
    	"I need to unlock the shed, shit!" Luke said as he was in a
    panic. "Go to my room and hide in the closet like you did last time!"
    	With seconds to spare, Tony and I made a beeline for Luke's
    bedroom and we hid ourselves in the closet again, finding ourselves in
    the same situation we were in a couple nights ago. We left the door
    open so that we could hear what was going on out in the front room. We
    waited silently and listened, anticipating shit hitting the fan once
    Luke was caught in his diapers. As expected, his parents weren't too
    happy, but they weren't surprised to see that he was wearing them.
    	"I knew you were going to do this, Luke," his mother said
    quietly. His father then started talking.
    	"We stopped by to see your Uncle Ron and Aunt Kay to get Nathan's
    diapers and we found out that Eric wasn't coming over to change Nathan
    like he was supposed to be doing. Instead he brought them back over
    here, from what we were told. Eric wasn't there and we couldn't talk to
    him, so we'd like to know what's going on."
    	And tell us where you got those diapers, since they're too big
    for Nathan," his mother added.
    	Luke was given a chance to explain what had happened. He told
    them that we had stopped by to bring some diapers for him to wear and
    then he explained how Eric had bugged Luke's bedroom and caught us
    coming over. Luke was in tears by the time he got to explaining how
    Eric threatened to sever my boyhood because of the photographs.
    	"Do you have the photos?" the father asked.
    	"No, Chris and Tony took them," he said. It was hard for us to
    hear what was going on, so Tony and I left the closet and instead we
    hid behind Luke's opened bedroom door and could hear things more easily
    from here. Suddenly, Luke's mother came down the hall and we thought
    she was coming into Luke's bedroom to look for the photos, as if not to
    believe Luke. My heart rate shot up very quickly. Tony and I thought we
    were going to get caught for sure. Instead, she kept going and she went
    into the bathroom. We heard her lifting the lid off of the tank of the
    toilet and then setting it back down. She came back out a moment later
    carrying a roll of toilet paper.
    	"You see this?" his mother said as she was probably showing Luke
    the toilet paper roll.
    	"Yeah, it's toilet paper, Mom," Luke said. "I haven't forgotten
    what it is."
    	"You might as well," his mother said with a sigh. Was this a hint
    that she was going to let him wear diapers again?
    	"I marked the first piece on the roll just to see if you used the
    toilet, and from the looks of it you haven't," she said. "I also dyed
    the water in the tank with food coloring, and the colored water is
    still in there, so now we know that you didn't use the toilet once
    while we were gone!"
    	"Okay, Mom, you got me," Luke said. "I've either been in real
    diapers or underwear-diapers the whole time you were gone. What did you
    expect?"
    	"We expected Eric to make sure you wouldn't get a hold of any
    diapers, but obviously this backfired," his father said.
    	"So why didn't you just let me wear diapers, knowing that I was
    going to do this anyway?" he asked.
    	"Because you don't need them, Luke," his mother replied.
    	"Maybe I don't need them, but that doesn't mean that I shouldn't
    still get to wear them if I want to," Luke asserted. "You let me wear
    them before! Why not now? Nathan wears them, so what difference does it
    make that he needs them and that I just want to wear them?"!"
    	Luke sounded like he was in tears again. I couldn't believe how
    parents make it such an emotional ordeal for their kids by standing in
    the way of allowing them to wear diapers. This strengthened mine and
    Tony's commitment to reach out and educate parents on diaper fetishism
    and accepting it.
    	"You guys are just going to keep me from wearing diapers and I'm
    just going to keep trying to find ways to get them," Luke said
    defiantly.
    	"You think so?" their father said.
    	"Yep, Chris and Tony," Luke stated.
    	"You still have connections with that Chris kid, don't you?" his
    father asked.
    	"He's going to be in my school," Luke said. "Thank goodness we're
    going to the middle school system now. He'll get diapers for me, no
    matter what. You're making him sound like he's dealing drugs! If you
    substituted the word 'drug' for diaper, it would pretty much sound the
    same, wouldn't it?"
    	"Well, in a way it is the same, Luke," his father said. "Let's
    suppose Nathan had to take a certain kind of medication, but then we
    caught you taking them because they made you get high or something."
    	"Dad, you don't understand!" Luke exclaimed.
    	"Don't interrupt me, son," his father scolded.
    	"Listen to me, Dad!" Luke said. "Diapers and drugs are not the
    same thing! Diapers aren't illegal, they don't cause brain damage, they
    don't alter your mind and fry your brain, they don't cost as much-- not
    that I would know what drugs cost, mind you-- I just like how they look
    and feel, so what's wrong with that?"
    	"Let's discuss this later," his father said. He then came down
    the hall and went into the bathroom and closed the door hard. We heard
    the toilet seat go up and then a moment later he let out a gaseous fart
    into the toilet bowl.
    	"Are you going to let me wear diapers now?" Luke asked his
    mother.
    	"We'll talk about it later, after you get settled down," his
    mother said. "Your father and I have been traveling all day and we need
    to rest. Go take those diapers off now."
    	Luke then retreated to his bedroom and closed the door. He was
    quite upset by his parents continuing to refuse to let him wear
    diapers, especially after they used to let him wear them before. He
    didn't even realize that we were behind the door until I said
    something.
    	"Shit!" Luke said as he put his hands over his chest and about
    jumped out of his skin. "Why aren't you guys in the closet?"
    	"We couldn't hear anything in there," I said.
    	"Better get in the closet before someone comes in here and busts
    in on you!" Luke told us in a whisper as he started removing the pins
    to his diapers.
    	"We need our bikes," I told Luke.
    	"I know," he said. "I'll try to get out there and unlock the shed
    as soon as I can."
    	"We need to get going soon," Tony said.
    	"I know that," Luke said, sounding annoyed. "As soon as I take
    these diapers off and clean off in the shower I'll go out there and
    unlock it, okay?"
    	"We need to get out of the house first," Tony said. "How are we
    going to get past your mom and dad?"
    	"Okay, I got a plan," Luke said after thinking for a moment.
    "After I leave to go take a shower, I'll close my bedroom door. You two
    then climb out the window and wait for me behind the shed in the back
    yard. I'll try to hurry, give me maybe ten, fifteen minutes."
    	I agreed this sounded like a good plan. Luke continued removing
    his diapers until he was totally naked, having taken off his shirt,
    too. With his butt covered in shit and his limp dick dangling from
    between his legs he headed over to the bathroom.
    	"Go now," Luke whispered and motioned for us to climb out the
    window before he closed the door. The window was already open and the
    screen just needed to be popped out, so I removed it. Tony gave me a
    boost, putting his hands on my diapered butt. I enjoyed having his
    hands on my butt as much as he did, not to mention the close-up view
    that he was getting, but there was plenty of time to play with each
    other's diapered butts later on. Right now we had more important issues
    to take care of. Tony then boosted himself onto the window ledge and
    made it outside. I put the screen back in place. We now had to cross
    the yard and pass in front of the sliding glass door in order to get
    over to the shed. There was no place else to hide in the yard except
    for up on the patio where there was furniture, a barbecue and other
    things, all too close to the sliding glass door.
    	I stepped away from the house and looked at the glass door from a
    distance. The drapes were still drawn over it, so I determined that it
    was safe for Tony and me to cut across the yard and we wouldn't be
    seen. We inched along the side of the house and kept ourselves low as
    we went past the kitchen window. Having made it this far, we readied
    ourselves to cut across the yard and over to the shed. Tony then
    accidentally tripped on one of Nathan's big Tonka trucks and sent it
    loudly rolling across the patio.
    	"Aww shit!" Tony muttered as we realized that we had just blown
    our cover. Tony looked at me sheepishly. I feverishly pointed to the
    shed and quickly and quietly said, "Go, go, go, go, go!" We made a mad
    dash across the yard, which wasn't easy for me to do with all the
    diapers that I had on. We hid and waited for someone to come out to
    check on the noise. The drapes had been opened and the door slid open.
    I peaked around the corner and watched Luke's father come out into the
    yard. He looked around the patio and had a confused look on his face.
    We thought he would go inside after that, but then he came walking
    towards the shed.
    	"Oh God!" I said as I felt my heart rate rapidly accelerating
    again. I motioned for Tony to move around to the other side of the
    shed. We did this as he peaked around the corner where we had been
    hiding. We then moved to the other side before he came back around
    again. He then retreated and went back to the house.
    	"Oh-oh-hhh shit!" I said as I heard my heart thumping so hard I
    could feel it in my head. I was shaking and I was clutching onto my
    shirt over my chest. With my diapers pinned to my shirt, there was
    little slack for me to clutch onto.
    	"Jesus, that was close! Damn close!" Tony exclaimed. "It made me
    shit my diaper!"
    	"Same here, but with 'diaper' being plural, of course," I said as
    I felt a fresh load of poop covering more of my already crap-coated
    bottom. "Most boys who say they 'shit their pants' when they get scared
    aren't as lucky as we are to be wearing diapers instead, huh?"
    	Tony and I waited for a few more minutes, hoping Luke would come
    out and unlock the shed for us. We had been here for over a half hour
    already. Finally he came out. His hair was wet from the shower. He had
    pants on again, too, but I could tell that there was a slight bulge
    around them. Nathan had come out with him, too. Nathan was designated
    to watch the glass door and warn us if he saw either of his parents
    come into the kitchen.
    	What you got on now?" I asked Luke as he came around to the other
    side of the shed to talk to us and tell us what was going on. Luke
    unzipped his pants and let me see the half dozen or so pairs of
    underwear that he put on.
    	"You're not giving up, are you?" I said with a smile.
    	"Hell no," Luke replied. "They'll let me wear diapers again, I
    just know it." He then went up to the front of the shed and opened it.
    He got our bikes out and told us to carry them up to the front and wait
    for him to come and open the gate. Nathan gave us the sign from inside
    the glass sliding door that the coast was clear, so we hurried up to
    the side of the house and waited. Luke and Nathan them came with their
    own bikes.
    	"You guys coming with us?" I asked him.
    	"Yeah, we're gonna follow you home. We told our parents that we
    were going out on a ride. They just don't know that we're going with
    you guys."
    	"You mean they didn't ground you?" I asked him.
    	"They didn't say anything about it," Luke said. He motioned for
    us to go ahead of him and he and Nathan would catch up with us. On the
    ride back to my house we talked about Luke's predicament and his
    determination to get to wear diapers again. Because we were already
    running late, we decided to risk it and ride past Chuck's house instead
    of taking the long way around.
    	"Hey guys, stop!" Luke shouted.
    	"No, not here!" I told him.
    	"Why?" Luke asked.
    	"Because a major asshole lives here and if he sees us he'll come
    after us!" I said. "Remember what I told you what happened the day Tony
    and I first came over?"
    	"Oh yeah," Luke said.
    	"Shit!" I exclaimed as I saw Chuck outside playing in the front
    yard with his dog.
    	"What?" Nathan asked.
    	"Chuck's gonna see us," I said.
    	"So what do we do?" Nathan said.
    	"Get your diapered butts in gear and haul diapered ass everyone!"
    All of us were indeed diapered to one degree or another, even Luke with
    his meager half a dozen pairs of underpants that he was having to use
    for a diaper. "Get up your speed and keep moving, and don't look,
    whatever you do!" We started pedaling as fast we could, hoping Chuck
    wouldn't see us. While he would have likely ignored most kids riding
    by, it was hard to miss seeing two boys with thick diapers on,
    especially my diapers.
    	"Hey! It's the diaper dicks!" Chuck shouted at us. We were moving
    so fast that he wouldn't have caught up with us very easily by the time
    he got on his bike. Instead he sent his damn dog running after us. His
    dog was fast and he caught up with us, so we kept riding as fast as we
    could. The dog wouldn't back off and he was now pursuing me, probably
    because I exuded the strongest poop odors among us boys. I reached up
    and grabbed for a twig or a branch from a low-hanging tree limb over
    the sidewalk. I managed to pick a good, long switch, and I started
    swinging it at the dog. I didn't want to hurt him even though I didn't
    really care for dogs in the first place. I just wanted him off my ass,
    so I swatted at the dog a couple times. This didn't seem to faze him,
    so I hit him once more in the snout. This caused him to yelp and then
    back off. He then stopped and retreated.
    	"Good job, Chris!" Tony complimented me. He then grabbed the long
    twig from my hand and then started striking my butt with it, knowing
    that I wouldn't feel it through my diapers. He kept this up for a
    little bit, striking me harder and harder until the stick finally
    broke, which was when he discarded it. Luke and Nathan continued to
    follow us and talk about what might happen regarding Luke's situation
    with his parents and letting him wear diapers. We reached the busy
    cross street, which was where Luke and Nathan headed back for home.
    Before we parted ways, I asked Luke where his locker was located. It
    was nowhere near mine, so we agreed to meet during the mid-morning
    break or during lunch instead. Once we were across the street and back
    into our own neighborhood Tony and I parted ways.
    	"See you tomorrow," Tony said to me, indicating by the tone of
    his voice that he wasn't looking forward to going back to school,
    either. With all the fun we had this summer and meeting several new
    diaper boys and having enjoyed many more diaper experiences, I hated to
    see it all draw to a close again, and life would once again return to
    the way we knew it for nine months out of the year.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 105
    ----------------------------

    	I lay in my crib asleep with Cotton curled up close to my head
    when my rest was suddenly interrupted by the tinny sound of "Interstate
    Love Song" by Stone Temple Pilots blaring through my clock radio
    speaker. Cotton meowed at me as I reached across him to turn my radio
    off. I knew that this awakening wasn't for catching the bus to summer
    camp, it wasn't for catching a flight to California to model Thickies
    diapers, and it wasn't even for going to the doctor. It was for going
    to school, and there was something about waking up on a school morning
    that made it less exciting than to wake up early for anything else,
    even to see the doctor.
    	I must admit that I was looking forward to school for a few
    reasons, too. Going into middle school was a big step in my childhood
    and it would present many new challenges and hopefully some
    opportunities to meet some new friends, not that there was anything
    wrong with the friends that I had now. Maybe I would get to know some
    more boys who wore diapers like I do.
    	I had morning wood as I concentrated on the feeling of my thick,
    piss-soaked and poop-loaded diapers. I inhaled and savored my odors,
    reminding me that I was still as much in need of diapers as I have been
    for so many days, so many weeks, months-- years-- now. Last night's
    diary entry indicated I was up to 1,404 days in diapers now. I looked
    down at the massive bunch of cloth pulled tightly into my crotch and
    over my stomach. I stuck my hands inside my plastic pants and I felt
    the wetness of my diapers. I ran my hands along the rows of pins on
    each side of my diapers, and then I began rubbing my stiff dick through
    the infinitely deep layers of cotton that Cindy had pinned onto me last
    night. I brought myself to another wonderful ejaculation and savored
    this sensation as I closed my eyes and thought about how much I liked
    how I looked in my diapers. I then rolled onto my side.
    	Suddenly, Cindy came bursting into my room.
    	"Are you up yet, Chris?" she asked me.
    	"Yeah, I am," I told her as I turned my head and saw her standing
    there in her nightshirt.
    	"I figured you were," she said as she went over to my diaper
    drawer and got out a disposable diaper.
    	"How did you figure?" I asked her.
    	"You don't shake your crib as much when you're asleep," she
    answered with a smile, hinting at knowing what I was doing to satisfy
    my young boy urges.
    	"You'd better get your butt moving," she said as she lowered the
    crib rails and reached across my body to wave the disposable diaper in
    my face, smacking my nose a couple of times with it. "I know it's not
    easy to move your butt with all those diapers I put on you all the
    time," she added as she slapped my rear end.
    	I got up from my crib and let out a big fart as I stuck my butt
    in Cindy's face upon climbing down to the floor. My knees were still
    weak and I was still a little dizzy after jacking off. Cindy was used
    to the sound and the smell, but she still giggled whenever she heard my
    diapers muffle my gaseous farts. I took my spot on the changing table
    and Cindy went to work on taking my diapers off. As Cindy was getting
    the supplies ready I noticed that she didn't have any panties on.
    Usually I could see them through the thin fabric of her night shirt.
    Lisa then came into my room.
    	"Have you taken your shower yet?" she asked Cindy.
    	"No, you take your shower first, remember?" Cindy said.
    	"Oh yeah, that's right, duh, brain fart," Lisa said as she
    smacked her forehead. I then cut another fart of my own, muffled by the
    remaining diapers that I had on.
    	"You have brain farts, Lisa, but I have butt farts," I said.
    	"What difference does it make?" Lisa said. It took me a moment to
    figure it out that she just burned me. It was too early in the morning
    to be thinking at this level.
    	"I'm going to be awhile, anyway," Cindy said. "You know how long
    it takes to get Chris' diapers off."
    	Lisa looked more closely at my diapers and how much progress
    Cindy had made so far in removing the multitude of diaper layers. From
    this she ascertained that it would be several minutes still.
    	"Now I know why I'm always supposed to shower first, since you're
    going to be busy taking Chris' diapers off every morning," Lisa said to
    Cindy. "Remember not to pin his diapers up quite so much on school
    nights," Lisa said before heading off to the bathroom.
    	"But I like my diapers all pinned up," I whined.
    	"I know you do, Chris, but tonight before you go to bed I'll have
    to go easy on the inner diapers," Cindy said.
    	"How easy?" I asked her.
    	"How about three pins on each side?" she said.
    	"Four," I said firmly.
    	"Alright, four it is," Cindy said, agreeing to this compromise.
    "And eight on each side on the outer diaper, how's that?"
    	"That's fine," I said with some reservations since I preferred
    having a dozen or more pins stuck into each side of my outermost
    diaper.
    	"Eight on each side, right?" I asked, making sure that this was
    what she meant.
    	"Sure, but if you miss the bus because of it, I'll have to scale
    back on your diapering at night."
    	"I'll set my alarm earlier if it comes down to that," I said.
    	"So you can have more time to 'entertain yourself', right?" Cindy
    said, using the mildest euphemism she could think of for "jacking off."
    I knew she had to engage in some self-entertainment of her own. After
    all, why else would she have slept without any underwear on last night?
    At least I had diapers on to contain the resulting mess, a problem
    girls never had to worry about, anyway.
    	Cindy continued to undiaper me, and once she had the diapers off
    she wiped up my poop. She replaced my thick multiple cloth diapers with
    a single disposable diaper. Thank God it was a Thickies diaper.
    Anything less would have made me feel naked and less secure. She hauled
    the dirty diapers out to the laundry. Lisa finished up in the bathroom
    and I went in there to brush my teeth and comb my hair before it was
    Cindy's turn to take her shower.
    	Now that I was old enough to need a shower every day, we had to
    adhere to a rigid shower schedule. To ensure that there was enough hot
    water, Mom took her bath each night, which was followed by me taking my
    shower, saving Cindy from having to wipe my poopy butt clean before she
    diapered me for the night. In the morning, Dad took his shower first,
    followed by Lisa, then Cindy.
    	Mom was already awake and ready to leave for work. Dad was
    sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper and sipping on his
    coffee, taking a couple bites of his toast between page turns. Mom had
    a bowl of cereal ready for me. All I had to do was to pour the milk.
    She also had my orange juice ready in a glass.
    	"Can I drink from a bottle?" I asked Mom.
    	"No, not in the morning, Chris," Mom said. "You don't have time
    for that now, dear."
    	"Ahh, man," I groaned as I lifted the glass to my mouth and took
    a sip of the orange juice. I ate my cereal and then, while Dad was
    still reading the paper, I asked him for the comics page. When he
    handed it to me, he told me that I should start reading the "real" news
    and keep up to date on local, national and world affairs. I really
    didn't care what Saddam Hussein or President Clinton was doing at the
    moment just as long as there wasn't going to be a war again. Local
    matters were of more interest, though, but, as a twelve-year-old
    diaper-boy, the one thing I really cared about the most each day was
    having the opportunity to enjoy wearing my diapers and using them.
    	I had hardly gotten through Peanuts, Garfield and Beetle Bailey
    when my Mom told me that I'd better be getting some pants on and
    getting my school bag and getting headed to the bus. I figured it would
    only take a couple minutes more to read the rest of the comics, but Mom
    was watching the clock more closely than I was.
    	"Chris, I mean it, get moving, you're going to miss the bus!" Mom
    nagged me.
    	"All right," I groaned as I got up from the table and went into
    my bedroom.
    	"Bus, schmuss," Lisa said as she jangled her keys and stuck them
    into the pocket of her new jeans. She was obviously excited about
    getting to drive to school for the first time.
    	As I went into my bedroom I picked up my book bag, into which I
    had already put my notebooks, pens, pencils and other school supplies
    the night before, along with a supply of disposable diapers. I then put
    my pants on. They were too big for me without the Thickies diaper, but
    with the diaper on they fit just fine. I tried to pull my pants up high
    enough to cover up my diaper, but the effort was in vain since I knew
    from trying the pants on before Mom bought them that they would not go
    up high enough to cover my diapers. I still had to let the top two
    inches of the diaper show in the front and the top three, maybe four
    inches in the back.
    	I changed my white T-shirt and put on one of the new shirts that
    Mom also bought me for school. I debated whether to tuck it in and let
    the diaper bulge through the shirttail or drape it down over my pants,
    where the diaper's padding would still be visible through my shirt
    anyway. I decided that my diaper wouldn't show as much by using the
    latter of the two methods, so I decided to let the shirt hang loosely
    over the top of my pants. It's not that I didn't want anyone to see
    that I had diapers on since everyone from my school already knew and
    the rest of the school would find out anyway, but I just didn't want my
    diapers to draw extra attention by showing all the time.
    	"You look sharp, Chris," my Dad commented on my new clothes as he
    was folding up the newspaper and taking his last sip of coffee before
    heading for work.
    	"Thanks," I said to Dad.
    	"I forgot what he looked like wearing pants," Mom commented.
    "Sometimes I forget what he looks like wearing shorts," she added.
    While I had worn shorts a few times during the summer, I was in diapers
    just about all of the time otherwise, and I hadn't worn any long pants
    since May and it was difficult to get used to having clothing over my
    legs. I went to the refrigerator and poured myself a small glass of
    milk and gulped it down.
    	"Better hurry and get to the bus," Mom reminded me.
    	"Yes, Mom," I said with my voice resonating through the glass I
    was drinking from.
    	"We don't have to take the bus anymore, so there!" Cindy said as
    she stuck her tongue out at me. Since she was now going to the same
    high school as Lisa because of the change in the school's placement of
    its students, she would be riding to school and back home with Lisa
    every day.
    	"Why haven't you guys left yet?" I asked Cindy, knowing that she
    and Lisa started classes earlier than I did.
    	"Because it doesn't take as long for us to get to school," Cindy
    said.
    	"Can I ride with you guys?" I asked as I wiped the milk moustache
    from my face.
    	"No, Chris," Mom said. "They don't have time to drop you off."
    	"Okay," I groaned as I slung my backpack onto my shoulders and
    headed out the door.
    	"Have fun at school, dear," Mom said to me as I left. I was
    expecting her to give me a kiss goodbye, but being a seventh-grader
    now, I was probably getting too old for that mushy stuff now.
    	"Did you pack any diapers?!" Mom shouted across the yard while
    standing at the front door, not that the rest of the neighborhood
    didn't already know that I wear them. I just nodded and continued on my
    way. Just as I was heading to the bus stop I saw Derek and Jenny both
    leaving their house.
    	"Good morning," I said to them. Derek was in shorts, the first
    time I had seen him wearing anything besides diapers since the day his
    mother decided that he wear them. I could tell from the bulge in his
    shorts that he had a diaper on.
    	"Wow, I've never seen you in pants before," Derek said as he
    looked at me.
    	"It's a rare sight, isn't it?" I said. Jenny laughed. She and
    Derek were looking at me with a knowing glance to acknowledge that they
    knew I had diapers on, too. I lifted my shirt to let them see it. Derek
    then lifted his shirt and showed me his diaper.
    	"I tried to hide it, but my pants don't go up high enough," he
    said.
    	"I think we'd look awfully funny wearing pants that went up as
    high as our diapers."
    	"I think you should get overalls, Derek," Jenny suggested. "It's
    not like you'll need to take them down whenever you need to poop,
    anyway."
    	"But I don't poop at school, anyway," he said. "I always hold it
    until I get home."
    	"You won't need to now," Jenny said.
    	We walked for about three blocks or so to reach the bus stop.
    Along the way Derek kept telling me his concerns over wearing diapers
    in school, especially as they were showing.
    	"Relax," I said. "If they start teasing you, just ignore them.
    Remember, you're off to a fresh start and nobody will even know who you
    are."
    	"I know," he said. "But once they find out that I am wearing
    diapers they'll laugh at me anyway."
    	"If they do, then they're no good anyway and you won't want them
    as friends. And I bet you won't be the only kid in your class who wears
    diapers. I then patted Derek's backpack and I could hear the crinkle of
    the diapers that he had packed in there.
    	"Brought enough diapers, I hope," I told him.
    	"Yeah, Mom told me to take a whole package to school and she said
    I could leave them with the nurse."
    	"You'll like the nurse, if she's still there," I said.
    	"What's her name?" Derek asked me.
    	"Mrs. Alison," I said. "Ask her if she remembers me, okay?"
    	"I'll do that," Derek said. At this point we had reached his bus
    stop, which was the same bus stop that I had waited at. The bus to the
    middle school would pick me up down at the next corner.
    	"Have fun at school," I said to Derek and Jenny as I continued on
    to the next corner to my bus stop.
    	A moment later I got to the bus stop, where there were several
    other kids from the neighborhood whom I had ridden to school with every
    year. Some were kids I hadn't seen in over a year because they had
    moved on to what was then junior high. One of them was a girl who must
    have moved here over the summer since I didn't recognize her. The
    others who knew me didn't talk to me or even get close to me because I
    smelled of diapers odors a lot. As expected, the usual comments about
    my diapers started up when this one kid named Shane saw me.
    	"How's it feel to wear pants again?" Shane asked me.
    	"Different," I replied.
    	"I betcha you'd rather go to school in just your diapers, huh?"
    he said.
    	"Yeah, as a matter of fact, I would," I said to him. "Too bad
    they don't change the dress code."
    	"I saw you riding your bike in your diapers!" Shane said.
    	"Yeah, so?" I replied back.
    	"Do you know how silly you look going around in diapers?" Shane
    said. I decided to handle it by being very literal and objective.
    	"I have to do that," I said. "My pants don't fit over my
    diapers."
    	"Why don't you just use the toilet like the rest of us?" he
    asked.
    	"Because I don't use toilets, that's why," I answered. The other
    kids looked at me, already knowing that I wear diapers. The newcomer
    girl had a surprised look on her face upon realizing that I had diapers
    on. When I saw her looking at me I lifted my shirt so that she could
    see for herself that I was diapered.
    	"You get weirder and weirder every year, Chris," Shane said.
    	Meanwhile, several other kids had shown up just in time to catch
    the bus. Most of them knew who I was and stayed away from me since I
    often smelled and they knew that teasing me about wearing diapers
    didn't bother me anymore. The bus finally showed up and I boarded it. I
    took my seat about halfway back and sat down next to a girl I didn't
    recognize. Apparently she didn't know me, either. She wasn't really all
    that cute, but she might be friendly, I thought.
    	"Hi," I said. "Mind if I sit here?" I asked her.
    	"Go ahead," she said. She didn't seem to be too interested to get
    to know me. After a minute of silence I said, "my name's Chris."
    	"That's nice," she said.
    	"So what's your name?" I asked her.
    	"Valerie," she replied.
    	"That's a nice name," I said just to keep the dialog going. She
    didn't say anything after this and I expected the awkward silence to
    remain between Valerie and me on the way to school. Shane then came up
    to us and squeezed himself into the seat with us. I just sighed and
    rolled my eyes.
    	"Who's this, Chris, your new girlfriend?" Shane said.
    	"No, she's not," I said.
    	Shane then looked at Valerie and said, "you do know he wears
    diapers, don't you?"
    	"No, I didn't know that," she replied.
    	"You can see his diapers showing through his shirt, look how big
    they are!"
    	Valerie tried to ignore Shane, but he persisted.
    	"Are you going to change his diapers on the bus?" Shane asked
    Valerie. Again, she tried to ignore him, but he persisted and he kept
    asking her.
    	"No, all right?!" Valerie huffed.
    	"I think you should, since you're sitting next to him. So uhh,
    what else do you guys do?" Shane asked.
    	"Shut up, creep," Valerie told Shane. A moment later I let out a
    big fart and the air all around us started to stink.
    	"Phew, did you just shit your diapers, Chris?" Shane asked me.
    	"I just farted," I replied.
    	"Why do you want to know? You want to try wearing diapers
    sometime?" some girl in the seat behind us asked Shane.
    	"No!" Shane answered firmly.
    	"So why do you want to know about Chris' diapers?" the girl asked
    him, mainly to embarrass him and shut him up for once.
    	"I don't," he said in a subdued voice. "I just think he's a weirdo
    for wanting to wear diapers and go around school showing them off, since
    most of us use toilets."
    	"Why do you keep asking questions about wearing diapers? Huh? Huh?
    Wanna
    wear them? Wanna wear them? Huh? Huh?"
    	"No," Shane replied.
    	"Aww come on, it'd be fun!" the girl said. "You can come over to
    my house and I'll take your pants and underwear off, and then I'll put
    some nice, thick diapers on your little butt so you can go pee pee and
    poo poo in them. Doesn't that sound like fun?"
    	"I said no!" Shane replied more angrily.
    	"I think you'd look *cute* in diapers," the other girl said as she
    mockingly flirted with Shane. "I can just see your butt in big, white
    diapers. You wouldn't get to wear pants since I'd make the diapers
    really, super duper thick like the ones I saw Chris wearing around the
    neighborhood all last summer!"
    	"Shut up!" Shane yelled at the girl. His face was red from the way
    the girl was embarrassing him. "Leave me the hell alone!" Shane shouted.
    He finally shut up after pestering me all these years about wearing
    diapers, thanks to the other girl. I wish she had been there all this
    time to shut up Shane. Even the other kids at the bus stop didn't find
    it to be funny anymore and had stopped joining in with Shane's taunting.
    They, too, were glad to see someone put a stop to his nonstop remarks
    about me wearing diapers. Shane could usually count on a couple new kids
    to join him every year, and at first they thought it was funny or weird
    that I wore diapers, but they got used to it and were repelled by my
    pissy and poopy diaper smells on the ride home.
    	"Thanks," I told the girl. She smiled at me. I wished I had chosen
    to sit next to her instead before someone else took her seat. I wanted
    to ask what her name was, but it didn't seem like the time and place to
    do it.
    	Meanwhile, several other kids had boarded the bus from subsequent
    stops on the way to school. Most of them knew who I was and stayed away
    from me since I often smelled and they knew that teasing me about
    wearing diapers didn't bother me anymore. By the time the bus had made
    its last stop it was very crowded, filled to its capacity of 66
    passengers, three to each seat. A few minutes later we were pulling into
    the school parking lot, where we were dropped off. I walked towards the
    large building and went inside.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 106
    ----------------------------

    	It felt strange suddenly being in a larger school building and
    being surrounded by so many more students. No longer was it as simple
    as simply walking to one classroom and being stuck there all day with
    the same teacher and the same classmates. As I made my way to my locker
    I penetrated through the crowd of students, two-thirds of whom were
    lost, as indicated by carrying around class schedules, looking up at
    the room numbers on the wall and reversing direction upon realizing
    they were heading the wrong way. I was sure to be one of these lost
    kids myself.
    	Lots of kids were donning new clothes with only a few pairs of
    faded and/or torn jeans here and there. I mostly looked at everyone's
    butts. I found many of the girls to have cute, shapely rear ends whose
    features were accented by their tight jeans, assuring me that none of
    them were wearing any diapers.
    	As for the boys, I was checking their butts out to see if any of
    them might have diapers on, especially the boys I thought looked cute
    and more "boyish." I had to take a second look on a few of them, but I
    figured it was probably my imagination that was making me see what I
    was wanting to see. I momentarily pondered how I was drawn both to the
    sight of girls' behinds as well as boys' butts, but for different
    reasons, which only left me to feel further confused about whether or
    not I was gay or perhaps bisexual, especially since I found many of the
    boys to be cute as well as the girls.
    	While the concentration of students who recognized me was lower
    and was surrounded by more unfamiliar faces, I still saw plenty of my
    classmates from elementary school, and some of them didn't miss the
    opportunity to tease me about wearing diapers, even though it didn't
    bother me anymore. I knew it wouldn't take long for word to spread
    throughout the school that I was one of the diaper boys, and a
    prominent one at that.
    	"Hey Chris!" the kid yelled. "Are you still in diapers?"
    	"Here we go," I thought to myself. I just lifted my shirt and let
    him see the Thickies diaper rising up so high over my pants.
    	"They're not fruit of the Looms, that's for sure!" I said back to
    him, keeping a cool head and showing no signs of offense. I figured
    everyone else was going to find out that I was wearing diapers sooner
    or later, so there was really no point in hiding it, and my reputation
    as a diaper boy in middle school would soon be established. As I
    momentarily exposed my big diaper to the heckling kid, it generated
    some looks from the other students around me. Several girls laughed, as
    did some boys. The girls did it more in a way to indicate that they
    thought it was cute for a boy my age to be wearing diapers, while the
    boys seemed to laugh in a more contemptible manner. Perhaps some of
    these boys had desires for wearing diapers, but didn't want anyone to
    know, so they feigned such contemptible feelings.
    	I located my locker and then I tried the combination. As
    expected, it didn't open on the first try. "Dammit," I grumbled as I
    pulled down on the unyielding latch. It seems that in my experiences
    this is most often the case with combination locks, so I repeated the
    sequence of numbers, this time opening the lock. I momentarily felt a
    sense of victory as I released the lock and opened my locker. There it
    was, all cleaned out and ready to go for another year. The inside of it
    was plain gray, very dull, so I planned to decorate my locker and give
    it some personality.
    	I decided to use the top shelf to stash my auxiliary supply of
    diapers. I had brought with me the travel size pack of Thickies as I
    knew this was the only one that would fit on a narrow locker shelf, and
    even then it still barely fit; I had to cram it in there. I placed the
    diapers there, complete with the blue Thickies logo and its signature
    diaper boy modeling the diapers staring right out at me and everyone
    who walked by and looked. It was plain as day that they were diapers.
    They updated the package and made the logo bigger, and the diaper boy
    model was shown from behind bending over and looking through his legs,
    holding his ankles, just like from the Drypers diaper packages.
    	Tony and I had discussed it recently and we agreed that the more
    open we were about wearing diapers, the fewer reasons kids would have
    to tease us. If we didn't treat it as something to hide, it wouldn't be
    as fun for the other students to mock us, and after awhile, they'd
    probably want to avoid us because we acted too weird and talked about
    wearing diapers all the time, not to mention that we'd probably stink a
    lot, too.
    	The top shelf was over my head, so in order to reach it I had to
    stretch upward. This caused my shirt to ride up and expose my diaper.
    There was a girl opening her locker next to me and she noticed my
    diaper.
    	"Why do you have a diaper on?" she asked me.
    	"Because I don't use toilets," I answered promptly, proudly
    asserting my refusal to ever plant my butt onto one ever again. I
    decided that this would be my universal response from now on whenever
    somebody asked me why I wear diapers. I figured this would either shut
    most people up, or it would lead to more questions, hopefully from
    other boys who also wear diapers or wished they did.
    	"Weren't you potty trained?" she asked. She seemed more curious
    about it than anything else. Maybe she had a brother who wore diapers
    and wanted to know why I was wearing them, but then I began to feel
    concerned that perhaps she might also wear diapers or at least want to
    wear them. I figured it was only a matter of time before I would
    eventually run into a girl my age who wore diapers. In spite of this I
    proceeded to answer her questions.
    	"Yeah, I used to be potty trained, as much as I hate to admit to
    it," I told her. "But I decided one day to stop using the toilet, and
    now I wear diapers."
    	"Why's that?" she asked. Now I was really starting to feel
    nervous. The thought of a girl wanting to wear diapers just seemed so,
    well, out of place to me. It seemed about as unfitting to me for a girl
    to be wearing diapers as it did for a boy to be wearing a dress. I was
    starting to feel insecure about my boyhood and that perhaps she was
    trying to invade my "diaper territory", which I felt was exclusively
    reserved for boys. To allay these feelings, I told her, "because I'm a
    boy, and I don't believe that boys should be expected to use toilets."
    	"Why do you think that?" she asked me, as if perhaps to challenge
    my contention that diapers are only for boys.
    	"Because boys have more accidents than girls and because a lot of
    boys enjoy wearing diapers and would rather wear diapers, so I think
    boys should just wear diapers instead of being toilet trained. What do
    you think of that?"
    	"I dunno," she said as she shrugged. "Never really thought about
    it. I guess."
    	"You have any brothers or sisters?" I asked her.
    	"I have an older sister," she said. "Why?"
    	"I was just wondering," I replied. Since she didn't have any
    brothers, I had no reason to ask her any more questions about anyone in
    her family who may wear diapers.
    	At this time the girl had dropped a package of pencils and I saw
    her bend over to pick them up. As she stuck her butt towards me to
    retrieve the pencils I examined her rear end. The seam of her jeans ran
    right into her butt crack, and there was nothing showing above the
    waist of her jeans, so I was able to ascertain that she was not wearing
    any diapers. This didn't mean that she didn't wear them at home,
    however.
    	She continued to arrange the items she had brought to school in
    her locker. I couldn't shut out of my mind the possibility that she
    might wear diapers, so I had no choice but to do the unthinkable and
    inquire about this sort of thing with a girl. I decided to phrase the
    question in the negative.
    	"You don't wear diapers, do you?" I asked her nervously.
    	"No! Of course not!" she immediately answered adamantly as she
    snapped back. Either it was a genuine answer, or she was too
    embarrassed to tell the truth, so I didn't feel like I had really
    gained much from asking her this.
    	"What ever made you think that I did?" she asked me.
    	"I dunno," I said, not being prepared to substantiate the reason
    for my query. "Since you're a girl, I just wanted to make sure that you
    didn't wear them."
    	"If you must know, I was out of diapers at age two!" she said.
    	"That's good," I said. "I'd hate to think of a girl being in
    diapers past her third birthday. Were you just two, or closer to
    three?"
    	"Two years, four months, I think, I don't really remember! God,
    aren't you nosy!" I was taken aback by her sudden defensiveness.
    	"Well, you're the one who asked me if that was a diaper that I
    was wearing, so who's the nosy one here, huh?" I replied in defense.
    "Why did you ask?"
    	"Because I've never seen anyone past the age of four in diapers,
    that's why," she said.
    	"Well, now you have," I answered nervously. I had to concede that
    four was rather old for most kids to be in diapers by most parenting
    standards-- even for boys-- so I was curious who the four-year-old was
    and asked her.
    	"My cousin," she said with a sigh and a roll of the eyes. I knew
    the tardy bell was due to ring soon, even though we were given a grace
    period of five additional minutes afterwards on the first day. Still, I
    couldn't walk away without finding out if the cousin in question was a
    boy or a girl. I didn't want to just ask her "boy or girl", so I asked,
    "what's your cousin's name?"
    	"Pat," she said impatiently, growing tired of my questions. Shit!
    This was starting to turn out just like the Saturday Night Live skit
    with the androgynous character by the same name.
    	"Pat, as in, Patrick, or...?" I stammered.
    	"Patrick, alright!" she snapped. I was relieved to hear the name
    Patrick and not Patricia. "Why do you want to know his name?"
    	"I just wanted to find out if your cousin was a boy or a girl," I
    said.
    	"He's a boy, okay?" she said as she slammed her locker and bent
    over again to zip up her backpack.
    	"There you go," I said. "Like I said, boys shouldn't use toilets
    and should wear diapers instead. Don't you agree?"
    	"Why are you asking me?" she said.
    	"I just want to know if all girls think that boys should wear
    diapers. I mean, we boys wet our beds more, we take longer to toilet
    train, we have accidents more and pee and poop our pants more, we--"
    	"You're weird," she said without looking at me, cutting me off.
    She then stomped off and turned around just long enough to say, "don't
    ever talk to me again!"
    	"Nice meeting you," I said as I picked up my own bag and rushed
    off to my first class, which was English.
    	The bell had already rung by the time I located Mrs. Steck's
    classroom. I entered the classroom and took one of the vacant desks in
    the back left corner of the room and sat down. As I sat down on the
    hard plastic seat I could feel my wet diaper pressing up against my
    butt.
    	"Hey Chris, you might make it to class on time if you didn't have
    to get your diapers changed, you know," one of my elementary school
    classmates commented. His name was Ellis Cunningham. I'd like to have
    called him "Smell-Ass" instead of Ellis, but that name was obviously
    more applicable to me than it was to him. Ellis' remark drew more
    attention from the other kids, who were up to now uninformed of the
    fact that I wear diapers.
    	"You mean he wears diapers?" another boy asked.
    	"Yeah, diapers, you know, like a baby!" Ellis replied.
    	"You don't have to be a baby to wear diapers," I contended.
    	"No, you just have to be weird," Ellis answered. "Check it out,
    see how his butt bulges out!"
    	I decided to stand up and lift my shirt so that the curious kids
    would get to see for themselves that I had a diaper on.
    	"I just thought you'd all enjoy getting a better view of my
    diapers," I said. I let them all see the top four inches that were
    showing of my big, thick white Thickies diapers, contrasting sharply
    against my dark blue jeans. Some of the kids from the front of the room
    turned around to stare once they had caught word that I was wearing
    diapers. There were a few other kids from my elementary school who told
    their surrounding classmates about me.
    	"So, do you actually use your diapers?" one of the kids asked.
    	"You'll know it when you smell him take a shit in them," Ellis
    said. "Why don't you move to the other side of the room so we don't
    have to smell your stinky diapers."
    	At this time Mrs. Steck called the class to order and introduced
    herself. She then went through the role and called out each student's
    name. When our names were called she asked us to stand up and then tell
    the class something unique about ourselves. After each student made
    his/her introduction, Mrs. Steck directed the student to his/her
    assigned seat.
    	Having the last name of Barrett, this didn't give me much time to
    think of what to tell the class because of its early occurrence in the
    alphabet. I was pressed to think of something to tell them other than
    the fact that I wear diapers. Granted, this was unique, at least among
    my classmates in English, but I felt that there had to be another
    example that I could share about myself besides this.
    	Mrs. Steck had only called two names before she called "Chris
    Barrett."
    	"You mean 'diaper boy,'" I heard Ellis say. Mrs. Steck didn't
    seem to hear this.
    	Having nothing else to say, I stood up and said, "I'm Chris
    Barrett, and one thing unique about me is that, is that-- I wear
    diapers."
    	Everyone in the classroom instantly broke into uproarious
    laughter as I expected. Ellis was pounding his fist on his desk.
    	"Lift your shirt, Chris!" one kid shouted.
    	"Class, enough, settle down!" Mrs. Steck ordered, trying to be
    heard above the raucous laughter. She seemed to feel that I should
    provide a different example of how I am unique, so she said, "is there
    something *else* you can tell us about yourself, Chris?"
    	My whole life had revolved around wearing diapers, it seemed, so
    there really wasn't much of anything else I could talk about, so I
    said, "well, I did get to appear in a photo shoot for a diaper ad this
    summer."
    	"Was it for Pampers or Huggies?" one student shouted out.
    	"Thickies," I answered. The class was laughing again.
    	"They make a diaper called Thickies?" yet another student asked.
    	"I'm wearing them right now," I said. The students were starting
    to get rowdy again, so Mrs. Steck had to quell the racket and restore
    peace to the classroom again.
    	"Okay, that's fine, Chris, you can take your seat now," she said
    as she directed me to my assigned position in the classroom.
    	"Oh great, I get to sit next to stinky butt," the kid ahead of me
    said. Mrs. Steck then spoke up.
    	"I want to make this clear right now, I don't want to hear a
    single comment about Chris wearing diapers at any time in this
    classroom!"
    	Mrs. Steck then called the next student's name, Matt Beeson. When
    he made his introduction he said, "I wear big-boy underwear!" Everyone
    started laughing again and Mrs. Steck was losing her patience now.
    	"Look, I thought that this would be a fun exercise and it would
    help us to get to know each other, but if you guys aren't going to take
    this seriously, then I'll just tell everyone where to sit!"
    	"Sorry," Matt apologized. He then told everyone in the class how
    his father owns a sporting goods store and how he'll be taking over the
    family business when his dad retires. Well, la-de-freakin'-da, I
    thought to myself. I must say that my example was a lot more
    interesting than his or any of the others.
    	Mrs. Steck then handed out books as well as several handouts, one
    of which included the class syllabus. At the end of class she gave us
    our first writing assignment, which was the classic "How I Spent My
    Summer" story. I figured that I already had this assignment done, more
    or less, since all I would have to do is go through my diary entries on
    the computer and put together all the good stuff. Of course it would be
    about all of my diaper adventures over the summer, so hopefully Mrs.
    Steck wouldn't have a problem with this. Quite honestly, I wouldn't
    have anything else to write about if I left out all the things I did in
    diapers throughout the summer.
    	The bell rang and I headed to my second class, which was Social
    Studies. Things were about the same in this class, especially since
    Ellis was also in my Social Studies class. Mr. Mathers was the teacher.
    He, too, had to tell the class to settle down on more than one occasion
    when it had been brought to the attention of everyone that I was
    wearing diapers.
    	"It's not nice to make fun of other people for their handicaps,
    and I think we should have more respect for one another than that," Mr.
    Mathers lectured the class. "I want all of you to apologize to Chris."
    	"Why? He doesn't care," Ellis said.
    	"I didn't say anything to him," another kid said.
    	"Me neither," came another voice.
    	"I'm not going to waste time figuring out who said what, so let's
    all apologize, okay?" Mr. Ellis intervened.
    	"Sorry, Chris," came a round of voices throughout the classroom,
    although not everyone meant it. Ellis sneered at me and flipped me the
    bird underneath his desk. He continued to make faces at me throughout
    the class, but I just ignored him as much as I could.
    	After second period was over it was time for the mid-morning
    break. I dropped off my books in my locker and then I headed to the
    cafeteria to meet with Tony. I was hoping we'd also see Luke and Bryce,
    who was also in the sixth grade now, and therefore in middle school.
    Tony and Luke were there, but we didn't see Bryce.
    	"Do you know where Bryce is?" I asked Tony.
    	"He had to go get his diaper changed," Tony said. "He smelled
    poopy when I saw him getting a diaper out of his locker. How is
    everyone else's diapers doing?"
    	"I'm wet, but I can make it until lunch," I said as I reached
    under the table and felt my soaked diaper through my crotch. "I'll
    probably have to shit by then anyway. How are your diapers holding up?"
    	"Wet," Tony replied. "I'm surprised I haven't pooped by now, but
    I know it's coming soon. How's your day going? You like your classes so
    far?"
    	"They're okay," I said. "Except that Ellis, I mean, Smell-Ass, is
    in both of my first two classes, what an asshole."
    	"Did I hear someone call my name?" Ellis said as he happened to
    be at a nearby table and he overheard us.
    	"Yeah, you said 'asshole', didn't you, Chris?" Tony said.
    	"Yeah, I did," I replied.
    	"You were talking shit about me, weren't you?" Ellis said as he
    confronted me.
    	"We were talking about shit, about shitting in our diapers, that
    is," I replied nervously.
    	"Is that all you guys talk about?" Ellis asked.
    	"Pretty much," I replied.
    	"Oh God," Ellis groaned as he returned to his table.
    	I told Tony and Luke about the girl I met next to my locker and
    how I thought at first she might be a girl diaper wearer before I found
    out that she wasn't. I then told them about the ensuing conversation.
    	"Boy, talk about a close call!" Tony agreed. "Let's pray that the
    day never comes that our diapered boyhood years never become tarnished
    by finding out that there's a girl who wears diapers!"
    	"We've made it almost four years so far," I said. "Being in a
    bigger school like this diminishes our chances, though."
    	By this time we were done with our snacks, all except for Bryce,
    who had just returned from his diaper change . He picked up an orange
    drink and a cookie and joined us at the table. I asked him what he
    thinks of middle school.
    	"It's alright, I guess," he said. "Everyone teases me for wearing
    diapers, though."
    	"Let 'em tease you," I said. "I figure the more you act bothered
    by it, the more they'll do it. If you act like it's no big deal, in
    fact, if you flaunt it, it'll piss them off."
    	Most of the kids had bailed out of the cafeteria by then, so we
    had a table to ourselves where nobody would hear us clearly. We had
    about five minutes left. We then asked Luke what had happened after we
    left his house yesterday.
    	"Eric got in big trouble for not watching us," Luke said. "He
    gave my parents the tape, though, and they listened to it and they
    heard you guys on it, so they got mad about that."
    	"So, what's this mean as far as you wearing diapers is
    concerned?" I asked.
    	"I think I finally convinced them to get me diapers," he said.
    	"You serious?" I said as my voice went up an entire octave.
    	"You ain't shittin'?" Tony asked.
    	"I would be if I had to poop," Luke said.
    	"So, are you wearing diapers?" I asked Luke. I looked at his
    pants and I could tell that they were a tad too full-looking for him to
    merely be in underpants.
    	"No, not yet," Luke answered.
    	"Damn, I thought you'd be wearing diapers," I said with an air of
    disappointment in my voice.
    	"I am wearing them, sort of, you know," Luke said. He got up and
    turned around and let me see all the waistbands of his underwear.
    	"How many pairs are you wearing?" I asked him.
    	"Six, it's the most I could wear so that my pants would still
    fit. Otherwise I'd wear a lot more."
    	"Have you done anything in them yet?" I asked him.
    	"Nah," he said. "I can't wet in them since I'm not wearing
    anything plastic. I had to pee this morning and I had to drop my pants
    to my knees when I stood at the urinal so that I could pull all my
    underpants down. Then some kids came in and saw me and then asked me
    why I had so much underwear on. I asked them why they were looking, and
    they said that I looked like I had a diaper on and shouldn't be pissing
    in a urinal."
    	"Sounds like your fate is sealed already," I said to Luke.
    "You've already established your reputation as a diaper boy."
    	"Yeah, this morning may have been your one and only time ever
    using a urinal in this school," Tony added.
    	"It's too late now, I've burned my bridge," Luke said, sounding
    regretful of exposing his "diapers" to some of the other students.
    	"Hey, that's a good thing," I said to him in order to encourage
    him. "So what if they think we're a bunch of diaper-pissers and diaper-
    shitters. You've got us as your allies, so you're not alone, and
    neither are you, Bryce."
    	"I know," he said. "And I know I'm not the only one in my P.E.
    class who wears diapers," Bryce said. "They put all the boys who wear
    diapers on the same row. There's eight of us."
    	"Cool!" I said.
    	"If things go my way after school today, I'll be wearing them
    right alongside you guys," Luke said as he put his arm around Bryce.
    	"We have the same P.E. class together," Bryce explained. "First
    period, what a way to start the day."
    	"Since we don't dress down until tomorrow, maybe then we'll find
    out who else in our P.E. class is in diapers," Luke said.
    	"Oh, and just to warn you, Mr. Brown is an asshole," Luke warned
    us. "I'm talking major prick here."
    	"What did he say or do?" I asked. I recalled Cindy's warning
    about him from the day I registered for school.
    	"Just his whole attitude," Luke answered. "He seems to think that
    only the big and strong kids will be any good in the class, and none of
    us are that."
    	"I wonder what he would think of us wearing diapers," Tony said.
    	"From what Cindy told me, we'll hate his guts," I told the group.
    	"Do you think you'll try pooping in your, you know, your
    'diapers?'" I asked Luke as I changed the subject back to wearing
    diapers.
    	"I thought about it, but I haven't had to go yet," Luke said.
    	"Does your Mom know that you came to school wearing your
    underwear like that?" I asked Luke.
    	"Of course," Luke said. "I let her see me put them on before I
    left for school."
    	"So, what happened?" I asked, eager as ever to hear Luke's story.
    I was getting a hard-on as I anticipated his story.
    	"After they made me listen to the tape they had a lecture with me
    about wearing diapers and told me that if I don't need to wear them
    then I shouldn't be wearing them. I asked them why they used to let me
    wear diapers, and I told them that it never bothered anyone before.
    They told me that they thought I was just going through 'a phase' or
    some bullshit like that and thought it would pass or something stupid,
    yeah right. I asked them why they won't let me wear diapers again, so
    they told me that they didn't want to have to deal with any more
    laundry than they had to from Nathan wearing diapers. Then I told them
    I'd do my own laundry and they said, 'we don't want you to turn into
    that Chris kid,' so you know what I told them?"
    	"What's that?" I asked.
    	"I told them that I'm already like 'that Chris kid,' so then I
    took off my pants and showed them my underwear and counted out the
    waistbands as I snapped them, and then I said, 'I'm not using the
    toilet anymore!' I had to take a piss and a shit at the same time, so I
    turned my butt towards them and let them hear me fart and shit into my
    underwear, and then I turned around and pissed in it right on the
    floor."
    	"And it leaked, right?" I asked.
    	"Yep, so they yelled at me, but then I went into my room and I
    put more underwear on over my wet and shitty underwear and told them
    that if they don't want me living piss and shit odors everywhere I go
    in the house then they'd better be getting me some diapers."
    	"So then what?" I asked.
    	Suddenly the two-minute warning bell clanged.
    	"Oh shit," I said. "We'd better get going."
    	"I'll tell you the rest at lunch," Luke promised us. We were all
    eager to find out the exciting conclusion to Luke's success story (we
    hope) about his return to wearing diapers. In the meantime, Tony and I
    trotted off to the math class that we both had together.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 107
    ----------------------------

    	The bell had already rung and Tony and I were still a long ways
    from our math class in Room 220, which for starters, was upstairs. We
    located the stairway and we ran up it as quickly as we could, ignoring
    the fact that our diapers were getting full of pee and getting heavier.
    According to the wrinkled, dog-eared school maps we were carrying
    around, the classroom was down towards the other end of the hall. Other
    students were still scrambling to locate their classes, too, so we
    didn't feel like we were the only ones who were lost.
    	"Damn, should have gotten a diaper change," Tony said as he
    reached behind himself to rub his ass and then comment on his wet
    diaper.
    	"Same here," I said. "But I feel like I'm wasting diapers if I
    don't poop in them before I'm changed." A couple of sixth-grade-looking
    boys gave us a strange glance as they overheard us talking about
    changing diapers. Perhaps they also wore diapers or at least wanted to
    wear them, but we didn't have time to find out.
    	We entered Mr. Reiner's math class and located two vacant seats
    that were adjacent to each other and then took our positions. Several
    familiar classmates from elementary school were in the class, and they
    didn't miss the chance to bring it to the attention of the others that
    we both were diaper wearers.
    	"Why you guys late? Needed a diaper change I suppose," one kid
    said.
    	"We could sure use one now, that's for sure," I replied without
    much inflection or facial expression. The kid was taken aback by my
    casual response. The kids who already knew about my diapers laughed,
    while the rest of the uninformed classmates gave us a surprised look. A
    couple of girls who were sitting around us were staring at us.
    	"You guys wear DIAPERS?" one girl asked as she glared at me in
    disgust. I leaned back and lifted my shirt to let her see my big white
    diaper, which at the top gave no indication of its wet condition.
    	"Eww, gross!" she said as she winced.
    	"It's gonna get grosser before class is over," I told her,
    hinting at the dumping that I felt I was due to make soon.
    	"Oh my God," she said as she turned back around.
    	"Ahem," Mr. Reiner said as he got our attention. "Either you're
    Chris, or you're Tony," he said as he looked at me. "We're still
    missing a Jackie, but I think we can safely eliminate that
    possibility."
    	"I'm Chris," I told him.
    	"Very good," he said. "So, by process of deductive reasoning,
    that means your name must be Tony," Mr. Reiner said as he looked at
    him. Tony just nodded.
    	"Deductive reasoning, we do that a lot in math class," Mr. Reiner
    said.
    	"Now, since almost everyone is here-- ninety-six point six-seven
    percent of you-- let's proceed with our first exercise," Mr. Reiner
    said. This guy was nuts about math as he seemed to pride himself on
    being able to determine the percentage of students present without a
    calculator. He handed out a sheet with several math problems on it. At
    the top it said "Math Review Quiz." I got through it, no sweat, but as
    for getting through it no shit, well, that's a different story. I was
    concentrating on one of the last problems when I felt my bowels getting
    ready to deliver some dookie to my diaper. I pooped loudly and
    gaseously, cutting a wet fart that my diaper only helped to muffle a
    little. Everyone's head went up and they all turned around to look at
    me, at least in my direction. Some people probably thought that it was
    Tony.
    	"My God, he *does* wear diapers!" a girl from across the room
    exclaimed.
    	"It was either Chris or Tony," one kid said. "So that leaves a
    fifty-fifty chance, right, Mr. Reiner?"
    	"Finish the quiz," Mr. Reiner commanded the student.
    	"Was I right?" he asked.
    	"I won't allow for any disruptions in this class," Mr. Reiner
    stated.
    	"Disruptions! Ha! What do you call pooping in your diaper?" the
    kid asked. "That sounds like a disruption to me!"
    	"Yeah," another kid started chuckling. "Especially when that
    sound is a FART!" He then made a farting noise with his mouth.
    "PTHPTHPTHPTH!!!"
    	"Everyone listen to me now!" Mr. Reiner shouted as he brought the
    laughing students back to order. "I have already been informed of both
    Chris' and Tony's situations, and I do not want to hear anyone say
    another word about it!"
    	The girl sitting behind me then raised her hand.
    	"Yes?" Mr. Reiner acknowledged her request to speak.
    	"Can I switch seats?" she asked while plugging her nose and
    looking at me contemptibly. "It really stinks over here!"
    	"I wanna move, too!" the girl in front of me said as she fanned
    her face. She, too, gave me the same type of stare. "I can't
    concentrate on my quiz."
    	"I will have a seating assignment for you all tomorrow," Mr.
    Reiner said.
    	"I'm not sitting next to Chris, am I?" one kid asked.
    	"Maybe you will, maybe you won't," Mr. Reiner said. "I can tell
    you that your chances will be about eighteen percent."
    	"How do you figure?" the kid asked.
    	"Well, since you seem so interested, I'll give that problem to
    you to take home tonight, along with the assignment that everyone else
    will get."
    	"What?!" the kid exclaimed. "Why me?"
    	"Because you're being a disruption to the class," Mr. Reiner
    said. "Anyone else who wishes to figure it out for themselves is
    welcome to try it, too."
    	Mr. Reiner then drew a diagram on the board consisting of 36
    squares, 6 by 6. This represented the configuration of the desks in the
    classroom. He then described how to arrive at the result, including how
    to calculate weighted averages. The problem took into account seats
    that were positioned diagonally to one another.
    	"Do you only think about math, Mr. Reiner?" one kid asked.
    	"It's my job to think about math," Mr. Reiner told him.
    	"Better than thinking about diapers all day, unless you're Chris
    or Tony!" another kid blurted out.
    	"Just for that, I will require you to do tonight's extra problem,
    too. The rest of you will get extra credit for doing it, but if you say
    anything more about Chris or Tony, I'll add this problem to your
    required assignment. Is that clear?"
    	"Yes," came a round of replies from the class.
    	"Okay, then let's get back to what we were doing," Mr. Reiner
    said. After the class got quieted down Mr. Reiner came up to my desk
    and asked me how far I had gotten on the quiz.
    	"I just have one problem left," I told him a I showed him my
    paper.
    	"Do you need to leave?" he asked me as delicately as he could.
    	"Yeah," I replied while nodding my head, feeling the big, soupy
    puddle of shit smeared all around the back of my diaper and covering my
    buttocks.
    	"I'll let you finish when you get back," Mr. Reiner said as he
    excused me from the classroom. I picked up my whole backpack as it
    contained some diapers, even though everyone knew that I wore them and
    I could have just as easily taken a diaper out of it and carried it
    with me out in the open. As I got up from my seat and walked past the
    girl in front of me she swayed to the right, apparently to avoid having
    to smell my butt odors. Mr. Reiner then wrote up a hall pass for me and
    I left to go to the nurse's office.
    	I referred to my school map and located the nurse's office
    downstairs. I walked down the empty hallway and then down the stairs.
    Every step I took reminded me of how messy my diaper was. I felt like I
    was leaving a trail of stink behind me, but at least nobody was there
    to smell it. I held this thought and I momentarily entertained myself
    on the long walk to the nurse's office as I thought about the classic
    philosophical question about the tree falling in the forest. My version
    went like this: If a boy shits his diapers and nobody else is there to
    smell it, does it still stink? Okay, so it needed some work.
    	I went into the nurse's office and checked in at the
    receptionist's desk. I presented my "special needs" card that I was
    issued at registration. I was then told to take a seat and the nurse
    would be right with me. A moment later she appeared and asked me if I
    was Chris.
    	"Yes, ma'am, I am," I told her.
    	"I'm Mrs. Wilson," she introduced herself. She had long, red hair
    and she hardly looked like she was thirty and she was quite attractive,
    somewhat of an adult version of Megan, only thinner. I was embarrassed
    to admit to myself that thinking about her changing my diaper gave me a
    hard-on.
    	Mrs. Wilson then took me back into one of the private rooms and
    asked me if I needed her to help me or if I could handle my own diaper
    change. I thought about doing it myself, but I knew that the nurse
    would probably do a better job, and while I hadn't even met her before
    and I didn't have any intentions of getting to know her intimately, I
    preferred to let her do the work and to give me the necessary attention
    to my body down there. I had to sit there for a moment to think about
    whether I wanted to demonstrate my independence or continue to let the
    school nurse tend to my cleanliness needs. I felt awkward feeling
    sexually aroused by her appearance, which was why I was hedging. Mrs.
    Wilson interpreted my hesitation as being too embarrassed to let her
    change my diaper.
    	"If you think you can do it yourself, I understand," she said as
    she waited patiently.
    	"I know," I said. It wasn't like I haven't had a school nurse
    change my diapers before.
    	"You don't need to be embarrassed about it," she assured me. "In
    fact, most of the boys I have dealt with prefer to let me change their
    diapers for them."
    	"I'm not surprised," I thought to myself a I thought about how
    attractive I thought the nurse was.
    	"I'm used to it," she said. "I even have a seven-year-old who
    wears diapers."
    	This was great to hear, but damn, I wish she had identified the
    gender of her child. I figured the best way to find out was to ask her
    a question and assume that the child is a "he."
    	"Does he wear them all the time?" I asked her.
    	"Oh yes," she replied. "He's in them day and night. Interesting
    that you'd assume that my child was a boy."
    	"Well, I just think of all kids past the age of three in diapers
    to be boys," I answered.
    	"A lot of boys think that, and they're right," the nurse said. "I
    know from my four years of being a school nurse that most of the kids
    whose diapers I change are boys."
    	It seemed that Mrs. Wilson was wanting to encourage me to allow
    her to change my diaper, as if she enjoyed this. I wanted to ask her
    more about her son and find out more about why he wore diapers. Maybe
    his mother didn't want to toilet train him so that she could continue
    the pleasure that she seemed to get from changing boys' diapers. She
    put a lot of emphasis on boys as she talked about it. I was comfortable
    enough with Mrs. Wilson to let her clean me up and change me.
    	I lay down on the table and she took my pants down, exposing my
    very thick diaper.
    	"Wow, Thickies, eh?" she said, being able to identify the diaper
    by its size and heavy bulk.
    	"That's what it is, all right," I said as Mrs. Wilson took off my
    soiled diaper. "I wouldn't wear anything else."
    	"That's what my son wears," Mrs. Wilson said. "That's how I knew
    what they were. He prefers the cloth diapers, but he can only wear
    those at home."
    	"That's what I wear at home," I said. "I wish I could wear them
    to school."
    	"That's what my son tells me," Mrs. Wilson said. "Just between
    you and me, he loves wearing diapers."
    	"I understand," I told Mrs. Wilson. She seemed to acknowledge
    this remark with her facial expression, especially as she could see
    that I had a full erection while she was busy wiping my butt clean.
    	"So how was your summer, Chris?" Mrs. Wilson asked me after my
    butt was clean and dry. I felt as if I had already known her from the
    way she seemed to personal and friendly.
    	"I had lots of fun," I said. "In fact, I got chosen to appear in
    a Thickies ad."
    	"Really!" Mrs. Wilson said as she prepared to put one of my clean
    diapers on, retrieving it from my backpack.
    	"My ads are supposed to come out around Christmas," I told her.
    	"I'll watch for it," she said.
    	"It'll be in most of the women's magazines as well as some kids'
    magazines."
    	"I'm sure sales will soar once everyone sees you modeling
    diapers," Mrs. Wilson said. I wasn't really sure what she was getting
    at by saying this. I really think she enjoyed changing me and wasn't
    just doing it because it was her job. She had my diaper on now and it
    was good and tight; I could have bounced a quarter off of it. Once she
    was done diapering me she told me that I could pull my pants back up.
    She seemed to say it in such a way that she didn't want me to. With my
    pants back up I left the nurse's office and thanked her for her work
    and let her know I appreciated it. I then checked out of the nurse's
    office and I was issued another hall pass.
    	I headed back to Mr. Reiner's class thinking about the diaper
    change I had gotten from Mrs. Wilson. I wanted to tell Tony about it as
    soon as class was dismissed. As it turned out, though, he would find
    out for himself. Mr. Reiner gave me my quiz and told me to finish the
    last problem with the rest of the class time. After I sat down Tony let
    out a big fart and poop-loaded his own diaper.
    	"Already, Chris?" the same kid who had disrupted the class
    earlier said. Mr. Reiner gave him a nasty look. He seemed to think that
    I was the one who pooped my diaper again, but everyone knew that it was
    Tony when got up and took his book bag with him. The girl who sat in
    front of me swayed the other way as Tony walked by and left a stink
    trail behind him. Mr. Reiner issued him a hall pass. It was getting
    close to the end of class period, so Mr. Reiner gave him the homework
    assignment as he left.
    	When I left Mr. Reiner's class several of the kids asked me why I
    wore diapers. Once again I fired back with my standard response:
    "because I don't use toilets."
    	"Why don't you?" one kid asked.
    	"Why do you want to know?" I asked him. This shut him up and he
    went on his merry way. By this time of the day word had gotten around
    that I wore diapers and I heard several kids say "there's the diaper
    boy!" and other similar phrases. I ignored most of them as I headed to
    my locker to drop off my backpack. I didn't need anything out of it for
    P.E. class anyway, and I had just gotten my diaper changed. I felt that
    it wasn't necessary to lug it around during this period. While I was
    putting my backpack away the girl next to me gave me the same disgusted
    stare that I got in math class from the two girls who were offended by
    my poop odors.
    	I headed down the hallway to the gymnasium, which was where we
    were all to meet for Mr. Brown's P.E. class. I felt a sense of
    trepidation about this class, not so much because everyone would see me
    wearing diapers when we dressed down, but because of all the bad things
    I had heard about Mr. Brown. I entered the gymnasium and saw a group of
    boys at one end and a group of girls at the other. Of course I went to
    the boys' group. I was expecting Tony to be there, but he hadn't made
    it back from his diaper change yet.
    	"Oh great, Pants Crapper is in our class," one kid said aloud
    upon my arrival.
    	"I don't crap in my pants," I said.
    	"Aww come on, Chris, we all know you do," he replied.
    	"No, what I meant is that I crap in my diapers, not my pants," I
    replied pedantically, standing amongst a couple dozen other boys. Many
    of them had yet to meet me. Some of them laughed upon hearing this,
    others looked at me strangely, and a couple looked at me with
    curiosity. One of them in particular looked like he was somewhat
    developmentally delayed.
    	"Jesus, you really wear diapers?" one kid asked. I lifted my
    shirt long enough to let everyone see the Thickies that I had on.
    	"He ain't shitting," another kid said upon realizing that I
    really was wearing a diaper.
    	"Well, when he is, he'll have to go to the nurse and get a dipey-
    wipey change!" said Brent Wilkinson, one of my hated elementary school
    classmates. He said this in a mocking voice. Several other boys got
    into the act and started saying things about me wearing diapers. It was
    then that I learned that there were a few other boys there who also
    wore diapers. They, too, were getting made fun of, but they weren't
    taking it as well.
    	"Leave them alone," I told the other guys who were teasing the
    boys who supposedly were diaper wearers.
    	"What are you gonna do about it, Stinky Pants?" Brent said,
    breathing right into my face.
    	"Gee, Brent, how original," I said. "You're only the 193rd person
    to call me 'Stinky Pants' today. Try again."
    	"What, you been keeping track?" he said.
    	"No, although I didn't know you could count that high," I replied
    back. I knew I was asking for it when I said this. Brent shoved me to
    the floor and I landed on my padded butt.
    	"Aww, didums get hurt?" Brent said to me in a sarcastic voice.
    "Oh wait, you got diapers on, so that you probably didn't feel that."
    	"Not really," I said, maintaining my composure as I started to
    get up.
    	"You've got some balls under those diapers, don't you?" Brent
    said as he swung his foot threateningly close to my crotch.
    	"Betcha your diapers won't protect you when I really kick you in
    the fuckin' nuts!" Brent said.
    	I wanted to ask him why he didn't just go for it and kick me for
    real and say he was a chicken-shit, but I didn't want to incite any
    more violence out of him than I already got, and if given a chance, he
    would have beaten the crap out of me, never mind the fact that I had a
    diaper on to catch it all.
    	Meanwhile, the other kids who were known diaper wearers by their
    respective elementary school classmates were getting harassed. I
    examined their rear ends and I could tell that one of them was
    definitely in diapers. On the other one it was hard to tell. He didn't
    have the signature butt-bulge that indicated that he was a diaper
    wearer. I went over to the boys and told them, "don't listen to those
    pricks."
    	"Who are you?" one of the kids asked.
    	"Chris Barrett," I said as I extended my hand and presented a
    friendly smile.
    	"Lonnie Wylde," the small-framed boy replied as he shook hands
    with me.
    	"I'm Peter Tragalas," the less conspicuously diapered boy said as
    he also shook hands with me. I had to take another look to see if there
    was anything there at all under his pants.
    	"Hey look at all the pants-pissers!" one kid shouted.
    	"Knock it off, Hugh!" Peter shouted back.
    	"Knock it off, knock it off, wahh wahh!" the heckler retorted.
    "Bunch of pants-pissin' BABIES we have in this class!"
    	"We're not pants-pissers, we're diaper pissers!" I replied back.
    	"Gee, you guys must be at the wrong school then," the kid said.
    "This is middle school, not nursery school!"
    	"And this is my middle finger," I said as I prominently extended
    it. Once again I knew that I was pushing things, and the kid came right
    towards me and knocked me down, only this time he did it harder than
    Brent.
    	"I ought to kick your ass right here!" he shouted.
    	"Better kick extra hard, he's got diapers on, you know!" another
    kid said.
    	It had been about five minutes since the tardy bell rang and Mr.
    Brown still hadn't shown up. The girls' group had since then left the
    gym and there was nobody around to supervise the unruly kids. Suddenly
    I heard a loud, shrill whistle.
    	"All right, everybody, quiet!" a man shouted and then puffed on
    his whistle a couple more times. I figured this man had to be the
    infamous Mr. Brown I had been warned about. He must have seen all the
    commotion that was going on, and I was hoping he would say something to
    the kids who were causing trouble, but all he did was to tell everyone
    to stand up and face him. It was as if he didn't care that the bigger
    kid were beating up on us.
    	Mr. Brown then began talking loudly. The spacious gymnasium
    reverberated his booming words. He seemed more like a drill sergeant
    than a gym teacher. He looked to be in his forties and he was bald. He
    had several small scars and other imperfections on his face. His shirt
    was embroidered with his full name: PHIL BROWN. There was some other
    wording stitched into the fabric below it, but I couldn't read it from
    where I was standing.
    	"Good morning, boys, I'm Phil Brown, your physical education
    instructor! Don't ever call me Phil, Don't ever call me Phil Brown, and
    don't even ever call me Mr. Brown. I am to be addressed as Coach Brown,
    you got that!? COACH Brown! Good, now, let's make sure everybody's
    here!"
    	Along with calling the role, Mr. Brown-- ahh, I mean Coach Brown-
    - ordered us to fall into formation.
    	"David Adams!"
    	"Here," he said quietly.
    	"Louder!" Mr. Brown told him.
    	"Here!" David repeated with more amplification.
    	"Take your spot right here!" Mr. Brown commanded him, pointing at
    the floor. "Hurry it up!" he told the boy, not given him so much as
    half a second to respond. The role call resumed.
    	"Mark Allan!"
    	"Here!"
    	"Russ Atkins!"
    	"Here!"
    	"Chris Barrett!"
    	"Here!" I shouted, thinking that I was loud enough for him, but I
    wasn't.
    	"I didn't hear that!" he said, holding his hand to his ear,
    obviously in a mocking fashion.
    	"HEEERE!" I screamed just to make a point. Already I was getting
    to hate this jerk more and more on top of my already preconceived
    notions about him. I then took my spot behind Russ, who turned around
    and looked at me funny, giving me a knowing glance about me wearing
    diapers.
    	The role call continued as Mr. Brown (excuse me) Coach Brown
    barked out the names. He was about halfway through the list.
    	"Jay Nelson!" Mr. Brown (ahh, screw the "Coach" title) called
    out.
    	"Here," came a barely audible voice. Mr. Brown told him to speak
    up, but after three times of doing this Mr. Brown insulted him for his
    weak voice and moved on. The poor boy looked like he was upset. I
    looked at him standing in his place a couple rows over. He was a
    smaller, developmentally delayed-looking boy that was looking at me
    with curiosity earlier. He walked somewhat awkwardly and Mr. Brown
    called attention to this.
    	"If you walk like that all the time, you won't make it through
    this class, I guarantee it!"
    	What an asshole! Maybe this poor kid had some sort of handicap.
    As I studied Jay's pants I could see that there was definitely a great
    deal of padding underneath, so I assumed he was also among the diaper-
    wearers in our class.
    	Tony still hadn't shown up by the time Mr. Brown called his name.
    	"Tony Simmons!" Mr. Brown's voice echoed. A moment of silence
    followed as I expected since I knew Tony wasn't there yet.
    	"Tony Simmons!" Mr. Brown repeated more loudly.
    	"He'll be coming," I told Mr. Brown.
    	"Look, until he shows up, I'll determine if he's here or not, so
    you just keep quiet back there!" Mr. Brown snapped at me.
    	"Well, excuse the fuck out of me, asshole!" I thought to myself.
    The names went on, ending with Lonnie Wylde, who took the last position
    on the rightmost row, right behind Brent Wilkinson, lucky him. At this
    time Tony came running through the gym carrying his hall pass. He went
    up to Mr. Brown, who seemed to be annoyed by Tony's slight, but
    necessary interruption.
    	"Sorry I'm late, Mr. Brown," Tony said.
    	"That's COACH Brown!" Mr. Brown retorted as he snatched the slip
    of paper out of Tony's hand.
    	"You must be Tony Simmons!" Mr. Brown said.
    	"Yes sir," Tony replied the same way a private would answer to a
    sergeant.
    	"Don't you know something about punctuality?!" Mr. Brown asked
    Tony in front of the class. Tony stood there for a moment, taken aback
    by Mr. Brown's uncouth attitude. "That means being on time, you know!"
    	"What a fucking hypocrite!" I thought to myself in amazement as
    Mr. Brown wasn't on time himself.
    	"I had to take care of something!" Tony defended himself. He
    showed Mr. Brown his "special needs" card.
    	"Oh, I see, you're one of *those* students!" Mr. Brown said as he
    huffed and rolled his eyes. "Take your spot over there!"
    	Mr. Brown then lectured the class and he gave us an overview of
    the various activities that we would be doing throughout the year. He
    talked tough, telling everyone that he set high standards and would not
    allow anyone to slack off.
    	"I expect 110%!" he shouted. How was this possible, I thought to
    myself. My maximum is one hundred percent, period. He went on, trying
    to sound like he was motivating us, but he was just trying to sound
    mean, tough and intimidating. He gave us a tour of the facilities,
    including the weight room. We were then taken outside and shown the
    track and the other parts of the field where we would be playing as
    long as weather permitted, until it got too cold to be outside.
    	Next we were taken into the boys' locker room. The locker room
    felt dank and it was musty and smelled of sweat and other bodily odors
    left behind by thousands of other boys over the years. Mr. Brown's
    assistant then stepped in and he handed out gym shirts and shorts to
    everyone. I knew what my waist size was with Thickies diapers on so I
    knew which size of shorts to get. We were also issued towels.
    	Next we were then assigned lockers and given our locker
    combinations. Having nothing to write on or write with, I had to borrow
    a pen from Tony so I could write my combination on my hand. Luckily for
    Tony and me, it seemed that all of the diaper boys were grouped into
    one row, which was right across from the office. There was even a
    garbage can located at the end of the row, apparently for the disposal
    of used diapers. Tony and I were right next to each other and Peter was
    on the other side of me. Lonnie and Peter were also assigned lockers in
    our row along with a couple other boys who looked to be more apt to
    wear diapers. One thing was for sure, nobody made mention of anyone
    else wearing diapers nor teased us about it, so I assumed that we were
    all diaper-wearers. Some of the other boys were obviously diapered, but
    a couple others weren't. I also noticed that Jay wasn't in our row.
    Perhaps there was another row of diaper boys since there were already
    seven of us on one row. There was still room for one more, being that
    there were eight columns of lockers, however.
    	Our lockers were located on the fourth row down, which seemed to
    make sense since this was the fourth period class. The first three rows
    were already occupied as they had locks on them with gym clothes and
    towels stuffed into them. The lockers were constructed out of a
    meshwork of iron crossbars, probably to provide ventilation. This also
    enabled one to see the contents in them. Curious to see if this row was
    also designated for diaper wearers in other classes, I examined the
    other lockers. The top locker in front of me had a supply of diapers in
    it. They were pretty thick-looking, but I didn't think they were
    Thickies.
    	The locker in the top row next to me had a package of Goodnites
    stuffed into it. These were those new disposable underpants (not
    "diapers" by any means) that just came out on the market for
    bedwetters. They probably looked good on the boys who wore them, but I
    had no interest in them and I had no intentions of trying them. For
    starters, I was far more than just a bedwetter and I wasn't just a
    daytime wetter, either. Goodnites were much too thin and too discreet
    for my tastes, which was their purpose, to be inconspicuous. "They
    virtually disappear under pajamas," I recalled what the ad copy read. I
    didn't wear pajamas, anyway. Lastly, I knew they would never handle the
    volume of pee and poop I would put into them. I didn't think they were
    designed to handle pooping in like real diapers.
    	Neither the second one nor third ones had any diapers in them
    that I could see. Of course this was not to say that the boys who used
    the other lockers were not necessarily diaper wearers. I didn't have
    any diapers with me myself, but I decided that perhaps I should keep a
    couple of them handy and bring some in tomorrow.
    	As we were putting our stuff into our lockers I noticed that
    Peter was putting a package of Goodnites into his own locker. This
    explained why I couldn't see that he had anything on underneath his
    pants that indicated extra padding.
    	"You wear Goodnites?" I asked Peter.
    	"Yeah, they're really nice," he said. "I used to have to wear
    these thick diapers to school and everyone laughed at me because they
    could tell that I was wearing them," he replied. He looked at both Tony
    and me and said, "I'm sure you guys would appreciate them, since I can
    really tell that you guys are wearing diapers."
    	"Well, actually, we like them to be thick," Tony answered.
    	"What do you guys wear?" Peter asked.
    	"Thickies," came my reply.
    	"Whoa, I've seen those," Peter replied. "They're awfully big."
    	"We know," I said with a smile. I lifted my shirt and let him see
    my Thickies diaper.
    	"I don't know how you can stand to wear one of those," he
    replied. "Isn't it hard to walk?"
    	"You get used to it," I said. "How well do those Goodnites work?"
    I asked Peter out of curiosity.
    	"Like I said, they're great," he replied. "They're just right.
    They do the job and nobody knows that they're there. If you have bigger
    problems like my friend Lonnie, then you should probably wear regular
    diapers."
    	I wanted to get to know all the boys who were in my P.E. class
    who wore diapers, and I knew that over the year I would. I hoped to
    find out more about Lonnie and what his "bigger problems" involved.
    Perhaps some, maybe all of the boys would be interested in joining the
    D.B.A. diaper club. Obviously they were 24/7'ers and more obviously,
    they were boys, so they were indeed qualified. I didn't have time to
    ask them all questions, especially when Mr. Brown blew his whistle.
    	"All right boys, let's get going!" he yelled as he directed us
    all back out to the gym to tell us a few more things before it was time
    for the class to end. The bell then rang a few minutes later and we
    were excused for the next class long last.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 108
    ----------------------------

    	As soon as we were out of the locker room and out of earshot of
    Mr. Brown Tony and I both complained to each other about him.
    	"What an asshole!" Tony remarked.
    	"Tell me about it," I said. "Cindy warmed me about him and she
    was absolutely right. I have a feeling we're going to hate him more and
    more, if that's possible."
    	"Did you notice how he treated all the small kids?" Tony asked.
    	"Yeah, especially those of us who wear diapers," I commented. "I
    think he has an attitude about boys who wear diapers."
    	"He just has an attitude, period. I think having to call him
    'Coach Brown' is a bunch of shit, if you ask me."
    	Tony and I split into different directions as we each had fifth
    period classes at opposite ends of the hall.
    	"See you at lunch," I said as we gave each other a quick high-
    five and parted ways. I stopped by my locker to grab my books and take
    them to my fifth period class, which was Mr. Eastman's Reading class.
    By this time it seemed that just about everyone who didn't already know
    now knew that I was a diaper wearer. I continued to deflect people's
    comments by dishing it back to them. This kept up until Mr. Eastman
    told everyone to be quiet and not say another word about me wearing
    diapers. I could tell that this class was going to be a real drag as
    Mr. Eastman spoke in monotone. He reminded me of the teacher on "The
    Wonder Years" played by Ben Stein. Whether or not I'd make it through
    this snooze-fest of a class every day before lunch remained
    questionable. At least I had lunch to look forward to when it was over
    with.
    	Once the bell rang for lunch everyone quickly leaped out of their
    seats and crowded at the classroom's exit.
    	"Hold it!" Mr. Eastman told us. "We are going to leave the
    classroom one row at a time, single file." He then sent us back to our
    seats and then made us all get up one row at a time. Naturally I was in
    the farthest row from the door. Being seated alphabetically, this put
    me at a disadvantage. As a result, I lost two or three precious minutes
    of the forty-minute lunch "hour" to this routine and I could count on
    it happening every day.
    	By the time I dropped off my books and made it to the cafeteria a
    long line had already formed. Tony waved to me as he stood towards the
    front of the line. I walked over to him, but then one of the teachers
    on duty told me to go to the back of the line.
    	"No taking cuts!" she said as she pulled me away from the line by
    putting her hand on my shoulder. I wanted to slap her hand for touching
    me like this.
    	"How's this for a cut?" I said to her as I let out a fart that
    was loud enough to penetrate my thick diaper. I don't think she heard
    it, smelled it or even cared, but another kid acknowledged it, although
    sarcastically.
    	"Good one, Chris!" he said. "That was really funny!"
    	I proceeded to walk past a couple dozen other kids as I took my
    place at the back of the line. The kids who recognized me as one of the
    diaper boys made sure to mention it to their uninformed peers, of which
    there were only very few now. I figured that by the time lunch was over
    with everyone would know. Of course not everyone cared, but those who
    did either: a) thought it was funny; b) thought it was cute, mostly the
    girls; c) thought it was gross, or; d) thought I was weird. I had a
    feeling that the ones who kept quiet about it probably wanted to wear
    diapers and were just keeping it a secret, but then some of them might
    have been feigning disapproval of me wearing diapers so that their own
    true desires would not be revealed.
    	While I was waiting in line I was greeted by Chuck and Steve, who
    by some miracle didn't flunk again and get held back another year like
    I was hoping.
    	"Well, well, lookie what we have here!" Chuck said, imitating
    Biff from the movie "Back to the Future."
    	"You screwed up my bike, you little fucker!" Chuck said as he
    shoved me towards the wall. Of course he was referring to Tony's stunt
    last summer when he threw the wooden stake into the spokes of Chuck's
    bike.
    	"I'm not the one who did it!" I said defensively.
    	"I don't give a shit," he said. "You and your pants-pisser friend
    are both responsible for it and I'm gonna make you guys pay for it."
    	"Oh really?" I said.
    	"Yeah, really!" Chuck snapped back. "It cost me forty bucks to
    get it fixed!"
    	"Serves you right," I said.
    	"No it doesn't!" he replied back as he shoved me again.
    	"Wow, Chuck! We're only sixth graders and we're beating up on a
    seventh grader!" Steve said. "What a puss!"
    	"Who's fault is that?" I said to Steve. "If you guys had any
    brains you'd be in seventh grade now like me."
    	"I should kick your ass for saying that," Chuck said. "But that's
    not what I'm here for, as long as you cooperate, that is."
    	"So, what do you want?" I asked him. I was nervously looking
    around for the teacher who yanked me away from Tony while he was
    standing in line. She was nowhere to be found, and apparently nobody
    else saw what was going on, either. The other kids just backed away and
    watched, knowing that these two kids were troublesome.
    	"I want your money," Chuck said. "Since you probably don't have
    the forty bucks, I'll accept whatever you got on you today as a down
    payment, how's that?"
    	"No!" I said. "I'm not giving you my money!"
    	"We'll just do this for a few days, and as soon as you pay me
    off, with interest, of course, we'll call it good, and then you can
    start eating lunch again."
    	"Back off, Chuck!" I told him. "You deserved what you got!"
    	"Pay up, you fucker!" Chuck demanded as he tried to push me to
    the floor. Just then the same teacher who sent me to the back of the
    line intervened and asked what was going on.
    	"He owes me money!" Chuck explained. The teacher scolded Chuck
    for shoving me, so she hauled both him and Steve to the office. By this
    time I was at the front of the line and ready to get my food.
    	I located Tony at one of the tables and sat down with him. Luke
    and Bryce were also sitting with him. I told them about my run-in with
    Chuck and Steve in the line and how they got busted on their first day
    of school.
    	"They'll get expelled," Tony said. "I'd be willing to bet my club
    dues money on it."
    	"Same here," Luke said. "That is, if I'm still in the club. Luke
    tried to retain an expressionless face, but he gave us his surprise a
    little sooner when I could see the smile that he was trying to hold
    back."
    	"Whoa, so you mean, your parents said--" I started to say,
    grinning from ear to ear with my eyes wide open.
    	"Luke nodded his head. My dick was getting hard as I received
    word of this.
    	"They said I can wear diapers again," he answered with a smile.
    My hard-on kept growing.
    	"Yeah!" I shouted, drawing stares from everyone around us.
    	"So this means you're coming to our meeting this weekend?" Tony
    asked him.
    	"Yep! Both me and Nathan."
    	"Congratulations!" I said to him as I patted him on the back.
    	We then asked Luke to finish his story that he was telling us at
    the fifteen-minute break. I had been eagerly waiting to hear the rest
    of it.
    	"Well, after I peed and pooped in my underwear in front of my Mom
    and Dad and told them that they'd better get me some diapers, they just
    said, 'okay fine, you win! Diapers it is!'"
    	"Really!" I said. "You serious?"
    	"Yep!" Luke said excitedly.
    	"I knew they'd finally see it your way! After all, you got to
    wear them before," I said. "What did they say about me and Tony?"
    	"They said, 'if you're happy doing what they like to do, I guess
    there's no reason we should stop you. At least they're not doing
    drugs.' I was hoping to tell you guys about it after I told you my
    story, but you guys could already tell, huh?"
    	"We know a smile when we see one," Tony said. "When will you be
    getting some diapers?"
    	"That's what I was going to ask you guys next," Luke said. "I
    wanted to know if you guys wanted to come with me to the store to get
    them."
    	"Sure," I said. "I don't think I'll have too much homework
    tonight and I'm sure my Mom will let me come with you."
    	"Same here," Tony said.
    	"You gonna be wearing Thickies, I hope," I told Luke.
    	"Of course," Luke replied. "I'm going all the way."
    	"You're coming to school in them, too, right?" Tony asked Luke.
    	"Yep," Luke replied. "My parents said if I'm going to wear
    diapers, it's either diapers all the time or none at all, so naturally
    I chose diapers all the time."
    	"That's good, at least you're qualified again to be in the club."
    	"What about P.E. class?" I asked Luke. "Are you in the diaper
    boys P.E. class?"
    	"Yeah, he's in my class, remember?" Bryce said.
    	"Where is your locker at?" I asked Bryce.
    	"First row," he answered.
    	"Where's yours?" I asked Luke.
    	"Second row from the front," he replied.
    	"So you're in the diaper boy row," I told Nathan. I asked him if
    he had talked to any of the other boys.
    	"Just a little bit," he said. "We all knew that we all wear
    diapers, but nobody wanted to talk about it there. That's why I like to
    be with you guys."
    	"Maybe they'll want to join the D.B.A. club," I suggested to
    Bryce. "Obviously they wear diapers 24/7, so they qualify."
    	"Once I get to know them I might ask them," Bryce said.
    	"Man, wouldn't that be great if we got *all* the diaper boys in
    the school to join the club!" I said.
    	"Yeah, but we'd have to find a bigger place to meet," Tony said.
    "And we can't meet outside in our diapers once the weather gets too
    cold."
    	"That's true," I said. "But we'll change that diaper when it gets
    poopy enough."
    	"You mean cross that bridge when we get there, right?" Tony
    asked, making sure this was what I was referring to.
    	"Of course, I just like to modify old expressions like that so
    that they're more appropriate for what we like to do," I answered.
    	"What did you guys think of Mr. Brown?" Bryce asked us.
    	"You mean COACH Brown!" I said, mocking Mr. Brown's arrogance.
    	"We think he's an asshole," Tony said.
    	"Told ya!" Luke replied. "He treated Bryce and all the other
    diaper boys like he hated them, and basically anyone who didn't look
    like he would make a good football player."
    	"We hate his guts," Tony said.
    	As we continued eating lunch Luke and Bryce were talking between
    each other while Tony and I had our own separate conversation. I asked
    Tony what he thought of the school nurse when she changed his diaper.
    	"She's all right," Tony said.
    	"Man, I thought she was pretty cute myself," I said. "She kind of
    reminds me of an older Megan."
    	"I thought the same thing," Tony said.
    	"Didn't you think she was cute?" I asked Tony.
    	"Well, I don't really think of older woman that much," he said,
    sounding awkward.
    	"Older? She can't be more than thirty," I said.
    	"Well, I mean, older as in anyone who's an adult," Tony added.
    "She did a nice job changing my diaper, though."
    	Somehow I could sense that Tony really didn't find the nurse to
    be all that attractive, or any female for that matter. He wasn't the
    least bit jealous about me losing my virginity to Megan when I told him
    about this, although since I had already engaged in similar activity in
    the shower with Tony before I did it with Megan I already considered
    myself to no longer be a virgin. If I didn't know better, I'd say that
    Tony was turning out to be gay, whereas I felt that I had more of a
    bisexual streak myself.
    	Suddenly I noticed an uncomfortable look on Luke's face.
    	"What's the matter, Luke?" I asked him.
    	"I gotta take a dump," he said.
    	"Well, you're already padded up for it, so just go," I said,
    trying to encourage him.
    	"I can't," he said.
    	"What's the matter, you constipated or something?" Tony asked
    him.
    	"No, but I don't know if I can do it sitting here with everyone
    around me."
    	"Just shut them all out of your mind, pretend we're the only ones
    here," I said. "Pretend that we're in your bedroom and you just got
    your first set of gleaming white brand butt-spanking, butt-diapering
    new super thick Thickies diapers pinned onto you and you're ready to
    shit in them."
    	"I wish I could think that way, but I just can't," Luke said. "I
    can't decide whether I should let this one go in the toilet or not."
    	"Once you're in diapers again, you'll have to forget about the
    toilet," I said to Luke. "You'll have to get used to pooping in your
    diapers everywhere you go, including school."
    	"Isn't that the idea?" Bryce said. With all of us cheering for
    Luke to shit in his underpants in the middle of the cafeteria, this
    only put more pressure on him.
    	"I might just hold it until after school," Luke said. "But I
    don't think I can wait that long."
    	"I'd do something soon if I were you," I said. "You only have
    fifteen minutes before your next class starts."
    	"And you don't have a special-needs card to excuse you from being
    tardy," Tony said.
    	"What are you guys worried about?" Bryce said. "They'll give you
    five extra minutes since it's the first day."
    	"Well, even twenty minutes isn't a lot of time," I said.
    	Luke decided that he couldn't handle the pressure any longer,
    that is, the pressure in his bowels as well as the pressure that he was
    sensing from Tony, Bryce and me. While sitting in his chair, he said,
    "here goes" and then came the juicy, wet farts that preceded the big
    dump that he made into his underpants. His face was red and he was
    sweating.
    	"Oh God!" he said. "I did it! I don't believe I did it!"
    	"Congratulations!" I said. "I think that will count for re-
    initiating Luke into the club, don't you think so, Tony?"
    	"Yeah," he said. Luke then got up from his chair.
    	"Oh no," Luke said, sounding guilty. "I can't walk around like
    this. It's all over my butt."
    	While Luke was contemplating his situation out loud a couple of
    girls walked by. They smelled his poop odors and they recognized Bryce
    as one of the diaper boys in one of their classes.
    	"Better change your diapers again, Bryce!" the girls said to him
    while they held their noses.
    	"I'm not the one who did it this time," he said.
    	"Sure you're not!" the girls said.
    	"It was me!" I said, deciding to cover for Luke and save him the
    embarrassment. The girls just looked at me strangely.
    	"I thought boys were more mature than this in middle school," one
    of the girls said.
    	"Yeah, nobody ever told me that they liked to poop their pants,"
    the other girl said as they continued on.
    	"I need to go change now, but I don't have anything to wear,"
    Luke said.
    	"Relax, you can wear one of my Thickies diapers," I told him.
    "Did you soak through several pairs?" I asked him.
    	"It feels like it," he said. "It came out pretty wet."
    	"It sounded like it did," I told him. "You could just take off
    all the dirty pairs and wear the remaining clean ones, if there are
    any."
    	"Well, since you offered me one of your diapers, I'd like to wear
    it," Luke said.
    	"Okay," I said. "Come to my locker with me and I'll get you one."
    	At this point I split off from Tony and Bryce and I told Tony
    that I would call him when I got home from school. Luke followed me to
    my locker and he waited for me to open it and get out a diaper for him.
    While we were there the girl in the locker next to me was busy getting
    her stuff. I made sure she got a good look at the thick, white diaper
    as I pulled it out of the bag on the top shelf. She gave me the same,
    strange look and then scooted away when she caught a whiff of Luke's
    odors, which she probably assumed were coming from me instead.
    	"Here you go," I said. I knew Luke wanted to hold it awhile and
    savor its thick, soft feel and its glaring whiteness, but we didn't
    have time to do this. There'd be time enough to enjoy the physical
    properties of his diapers after he got some of his own tonight.
    	"Thanks," he said. He stood there for a moment, as if he wanted
    to say something else to me.
    	"What?" I asked him.
    	"Can you come with me and help me get it on?" he asked. I looked
    at my watch. There was less than ten minutes remaining before the tardy
    bell and fifteen minutes before the grace period was up.
    	"We'll have to hurry," I said. I didn't think I'd ever be walking
    into the school restrooms for anything, but I figured there'd be times
    when I would still need to wash my hands or blow my nose or something,
    so even us diaper boys couldn't count on staying out of the bathrooms
    completely.
    	As we walked in I saw Jay, one of the boys in my P.E. class whom
    I thought had a suspicious diaper bulge in the back of his pants, even
    though his gym locker was not on our row. He looked at me briefly
    before he exited from the bathroom. The fact that he was in the
    bathroom made me think twice about whether or not he was wearing
    diapers. Looking at the back of his pants I could still see that his
    butt stuck out a ways, indicating that there was something there making
    his butt look as big as it did. He was also waddling, so here had to be
    something big and thick on him. His shirt had ridden up just enough to
    see that there was something white and bulky above his pants, but it
    was hard to tell whether it was a diaper or not. He was also carrying a
    plastic grocery bag, but since he was holding it on the side opposite
    of my view I couldn't ascertain the contents. I was dying to find out
    more about Jay and I hoped I would have him in either of my last two
    classes.
    	For now, I was more concerned with helping Luke to get his diaper
    on. There were a couple other boys in the bathroom.
    	"You don't belong in here!" one of them said. "You're that diaper
    freak, huh?"
    	"I'm one of them," I said.
    	"What the hell you doing in the bathroom then?" he asked.
    	"Changing a diaper," I replied as I held up the Thickies diaper.
    	"Oh, man!" the boy said as he left. Luke and I went into a stall
    and closed the door. There was a five-minute warning bell that sounded
    before the tardy bell after lunch.
    	"Damn, we're gonna have to hurry," I said. "Take your pants off,
    now!"
    	Luke took his pants off and I stared at his somewhat thick
    underwear, six pairs stacked atop one another. From the outside there
    was no way to see the mess that lay underneath. He began stripping off
    his briefs one pair at a time. The first two pairs were clean. The
    third pair down had some brown stains in it, but it was still
    salvageable. The last three pairs suffered the brunt of the damage and
    all of them were soaked all over the seat in wet poop. Luke stood
    before me naked with a hard-on.
    	I asked Luke to turn around so that I could wipe him down. His
    entire butt was covered in loose stool. I grabbed the pair of underwear
    that had only been mildly stained and I used it to wipe Luke's butt
    clean. I was getting hard as I thought about what this was feeling like
    to him, plus I enjoyed looking at his bare butt up close, and the smell
    of his shit reminded me of what fun diapers are to wear.
    	"My underwear's ruined," he said.
    	"What's it matter?" I told him. "You're getting diapers anyway."
    	"So what should I do with it?" he asked me.
    	"Throw it away," I replied. "God, I'd love to see the looks on
    the janitors' faces when they find your poopy underwear in the trash."
    	"They probably see it more often than we think," Luke said.
    	"Probably so," I told him with a light chuckle. I told Luke to
    bend over and brace his hands up against the wall over the toilet while
    I put the diaper on him. While I was doing this I heard a couple more
    boys coming into the bathroom and they must have seen Luke and me in
    the stall together. As there were two sets of legs up close to each
    other with both sets of feet pointing in the same direction and that
    the pants of the frontmost pair of legs were down to the ankles, this
    made it look like we were having boy-boy sex. One of the kids rapidly
    knocked on the stall door.
    	"Hey, cut that out, you guys! Do that shit at home instead!"
    	"Just ignore him," I mumbled to Luke. "Spread your legs a little
    more so I can pull the diaper up higher."
    	"Faggots!" the other boy shouted as he also knocked on the stall
    door.
    	I fastened the tapes and then told Luke that I was done. He
    pulled up his pants, only to realize that they would not fit over the
    Thickies diaper when he tried to fasten them.
    	"Uh oh!" Luke said, sounding alarmed as he looked down and came
    to realize his predicament. I examined his pants and there was no way
    that he would get them to fasten. He had a hard time just getting his
    pants to go up high enough to cover his butt, still leaving the top
    five inches of the diaper showing in the back. It was going to show
    anyway.
    	"Maybe we'd better take the diaper off," I said. "You still have
    a couple of clean pairs of underwear."
    	Suddenly the tardy bell rang.
    	"Shit, so much for that idea," I said.
    	"So what do I do?" Luke asked me desperately.
    	"Pull your shirt down," I told him.
    	"That doesn't help," he said. "My fly is still hanging open."
    	"Well, might as well give everyone a sneak preview of your
    diapers, since you'll be wearing them tomorrow anyway."
    	"I know, I'll get my gym shirt and wear it!" Luke said. "I know
    it's bigger than this one."
    	We were close to the gym and the locker room, so I told Luke to
    run in there and change his shirt. In the meantime I had to haul some
    diapered butt in order to make it to my Life Science class before the
    grace tardy bell rang.
    	"I'll call you when we're ready to leave tonight!" Luke shouted
    to me as he ran down the hallway towards the gym.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 109
    ----------------------------

    	After lunch was over with I had two classes to go, Life Science
    and then my one elective class, Drawing and Painting. When I walked
    into Life Science I recognized Megan by her long red hair and her big
    butt. She was bent over to pick up a pen or a pencil that she had
    dropped, showing off her brand new and dark blue Levi's jeans. I felt
    my dick get hard for the twenty-ninth time today, it seemed, although
    this time it was brought on by imagining Megan being naked while I
    stared at her ass and not some boy's diapered butt. She then sat back
    down in her chair.
    	"Hello," I said to her as I walked into the class. She brushed
    her hair back and said, "oh, hi Chris!" Unlike most classrooms, this
    class had us all sitting at tables all facing the front of the room, of
    course. There was a vacant chair next to Megan.
    	"Is this seat taken?" I asked her.
    	"No," she replied as she smiled and pulled the chair out for me.
    	"It is now," I said as I sat down in the chair scooted it back
    in. Megan just giggled a little and said, "you silly diaper boy, you!"
    The bell then rang and the teacher entered the room, calling the class
    to order.
    	"Good afternoon, class," the short lady announced with her loud,
    blaring voice. "My name is Ms. Watson and this is Life Science. We are
    in Room 109. Please check your schedules. If this is not what is on
    your schedule, then you're in the wrong place."
    	Everybody looked around and it seemed that everyone was in the
    right place or was too embarrassed to admit to being in the wrong
    classroom.
    	"Okay, since it seems like you're all in the right place, I'll
    begin," Ms. Watson said. She told us that she would base the seating
    assignment on our current placement in the class and gave us a chance
    to relocate if we preferred.
    	"Well, aren't you gonna move, Stinky-Butt?" the kid behind me
    said.
    	"No," I replied back as I turned around.
    	"Excuse me?" Ms. Watson said as she looked over at us.
    	"Chris wears diapers and he poops in them all the time!" the boy
    announced to the class. "I don't want to have to smell it every time he
    takes a crap."
    	"I do not want to hear any of that talk in my classroom, young
    man," Ms. Watson warned him mildly, but sternly. She seemed like a
    pretty nice teacher so far, but she was also demonstrating that she
    would not tolerate certain behaviors.
    	"Well, he does," the boy said.
    	"Don't let him move over here!" a girl shouted.
    	"Okay, let's stop the remarks, please," Ms. Watson said. "Chris,
    are you satisfied with where you are sitting now?"
    	"Yes, ma'am," I told her. Megan smiled at me.
    	"I'm not," the same kid said.
    	"Then you can move to the seat over there," Ms. Watson pointed
    out an unoccupied chair.
    	Without saying anything, the boy got up and relocated to the
    other side of the room. Nobody else said anything, so Ms. Watson went
    around the room and designed the seating chart and gathered all our
    names. She then paired us all up to be each other's lab partners. Megan
    and I thought this was pretty neat.
    	"How cute, Diaper Butt and Pig Butt are lab partners!" the same
    kid sitting in the back shouted out. Megan gave him an offended look.
    	"It's okay," I said to Megan as I patted her hand.
    	"I can see that you're going to make this class harder," Ms.
    Watson warned the boy, whose name was Arnold. With this, she decided to
    have him trade places with a student up front whom she asked if she
    minded trading seats. She said this was okay, so now Arnold was stuck
    up front where Ms. Watson could supervise him more easily.
    	Ms. Watson then introduced us to the class material and her
    expectations from us, the same introductory crap I've been listening to
    all day from all my other teachers. She issued textbooks and several
    packets of handouts and then gave us a reading assignment for tonight.
    	After class was over Megan and I walked together to our lockers.
    	"Nice pants," Megan said to me.
    	"Thanks," I said. "They're brand new."
    	"And I'm sure they'll stay looking that way all year," Megan
    commented. "I know you never wear them at home."
    	"I didn't wear pants all summer long, and I didn't wear shorts
    that much, either," I told her.
    	"I know that, Diaper Butt," Megan said flirtatiously. She slowed
    down so that I would walk ahead of her and give her a chance to stare
    at my bulging behind. Before this I had been walking behind her to
    stare at her ass.
    	"You got nice pants, too," I told her, thinking about how much
    nicer she would look with them off.
    	"Thanks," Megan said. "It's hard to find pants in my size, so I'm
    glad they had these."
    	"So what do you think of middle school so far?" Megan asked me.
    	"It's okay, about what I expected from what Lisa and Cindy have
    told me. Everyone tries to make fun of me for wearing diapers, but I
    just dish it back to them."
    	"I don't know how you do it," Megan said.
    	"I've been in diapers for almost four years," I told her. "I've
    gotten used to it and so did everyone in school. Now that we're in a
    new school with new people, we're going to hear those things all over
    again."
    	"I know," Megan said. "I hear people call me Fatso and Big Butt,
    Pig Butt and Fat Ass and I don't like it. We both have reasons for
    people to make fun of us."
    	"They probably feel inadequate about themselves, Megan," I
    assured her as I took her hand.
    	"No holding hands," Megan said as she pulled her hand away. I was
    taken aback by this and Megan could sense my surprised look.
    	"It says it in the student handbook," Megan said. "Otherwise I
    wouldn't mind."
    	"Okay," I said. "As I was saying, the people who laugh at us
    probably have problems of their own, so they try to find weaknesses in
    others so that they can feel better about themselves."
    	"Oink Oink!" shouted a kid as he walked past Megan.
    	"See what I mean?" Megan said as she rolled her eyes. "I'd really
    like to lose some weight, but I've tried, and I can't."
    	"You look fine just the way you are, really, you do," I told
    Megan, wanting to put my arm around her, but ahh ahh ahh-- school
    rules-- damn!
    	"Thanks, Chris, you're sweet, even when you do smell bad," Megan
    said, sort of as a way to remind me that she still accepted me for the
    fact that I wear diapers. "You're probably the only boy who doesn't
    mind me having a big butt."
    	"You'd be surprised," I told her. "Look at how many boys I know
    who like to wear diapers. I wouldn't have known about any of them had
    they not known that I liked wearing them, too. That, and now that I
    have to wear them, too. There are probably lots of boys out there who
    like fat girls, but they know they'd get made fun of if they told
    anybody."
    	"Actually, I think one of the boys in P.E. class does likes me,"
    Megan said. I felt a pang of jealousy upon hearing this. "He kept
    looking across the gym at me. By the way, I waved at you but you must
    not have seen me."
    	"In P.E. class?" I asked Megan. "You have P.E. fourth period?"
    	"Yep," Megan said. "I saw you across the gym and I tried to get
    your attention, but then I saw those kids gang up on you. I wanted to
    tell them to leave you alone."
    	"I must have been distracted since I didn't see you, or I would
    have waved back."
    	"I know you would have," Megan said. At this point she stopped at
    her locker and bent over to set her backpack down, giving me another
    arousing glance at her bountiful backside.
    	"Well, I'd better get my diapered butt off to class before the
    bell rings," I said to Megan.
    	"And I'll get my big butt off to my next class," Megan said back
    to me.
    	"See? You're doing better already," I told Megan, seeing that she
    was trying to be more open about her "weakness" of being fat and
    therefore, supposedly unattractive.
    	"See you tomorrow," I said as I started to walk off.
    	"Wait, what are you doing after school?" Megan asked me.
    	"I'm gonna be busy, sorry," I told her. "Tony and I are going
    with Luke to Kidz Klothez to help his Mom pick out some diapers for
    him."
    	"So Luke finally got his wish?" Megan said, being that I had kept
    her abreast on the latest diaper boy news over the summer. I nodded to
    her and she smiled.
    	"You boys and your diapers, Chris," she said.
    	"Catch you later," I said as Megan blew me a kiss. I scurried to
    get to my Drawing and Painting class. I walked into the classroom and
    took a seat at a table with three other boys, one of whom I recognized
    from English and Math. His name was Paul. When I sat down Paul groaned,
    "ahh man, I have the Diaper Boy in *this* class, too!"
    	"I'm not *the* Diaper Boy," I told him.
    	"What are you then?" Paul asked me. "The Pampers Pooper?"
    	"No, what I meant is that there are other Diaper Boys in the
    school besides me."
    	"Of course, your friend Tony," Paul said. "I wonder what else you
    guys like to do when you change each other's diapers. You're a couple
    of diaper-shitting faggots!"
    	"Yeah, I heard that Tony's a queer, so you must be a queer," said
    another boy at the table whose name I later learned was Mike.
    	"We're not queers, all right?!" I snapped back. "Diaper Boys,
    yes, but queers, no." Of course I wasn't being totally truthful since
    Tony and I had showed affection for each other before.
    	"Like, when you guys do it, you know, the way that gays do it,
    when your diapers are all poopy and stuff, do you like, clean up first,
    or do you just stick it in, poop and all?" Mike asked.
    	"That's disgusting, Mike!" the third unknown boy turned to him.
    Apparently these kids all knew each other.
    	"Why do you wanna know?" I asked Mike. This seemed to embarrass
    him enough to shut him up.
    	"Chris isn't a faggot," another boy at the next table said. "He's
    a chubby chaser!"
    	"Huh?" said Paul.
    	"Yeah, he likes fat chicks. You should have seen the one he was
    talking to in the hallway. Mooooo! Mooooo!"
    	"What do you have against fat girls?" I asked this kid. "For that
    matter, what do you have against Diaper Boys?"
    	"Fat chicks are ugly, and Diaper Boys smell like shit, that's
    what!" the kid replied back.
    	"And you're just Mr. Perfect yourself," I said back.
    	"At least my girlfriend doesn't break the scale when she steps on
    it, and I use the toilet."
    	"So, having a thin girlfriend and using the toilet is how you
    judge people?" I asked him.
    	"Forget it, Joe. He's too weird to reason with," Mike said to
    him. At about this time the teacher came into the classroom and
    introduced himself. His name was Mr. Williams. He was tall and sported
    a moustache and wore glasses. He seemed to fit my stereotype of an art
    teacher for some reason. I was relieved to see that he already had a
    seating chart made out that put me away from most of the boys I was
    sitting with. Now I was at a table shared by three girls. Mr. Williams
    spent a few minutes getting some artwork examples organized so that he
    could present to the class some of the projects that we would be doing
    over the year.
    	"Do you really wear diapers?" The girl next to me asked. Without
    hesitation I lifted my shirt to let her see that I did.
    	"Ahh, you wear Thickies," she said. Obviously she knew what they
    looked like, which made me wonder if she had any brothers who wore
    them-- or if perhaps she wore them, came a second thought, momentarily
    diminishing my enthusiasm.
    	"What for, if you don't mind that I ask?" she asked. Time for the
    standard reply, I thought at first, although she seemed to be really
    nice and deserved a more courteous answer.
    	"I just need to wear them all the time," I said, making it sound
    like I didn't enjoy wearing diapers as much as I really do.
    	"But you really like wearing them, too, from what I hear," she
    said. She seemed pleasant enough in her approach that I felt I could
    talk about this more openly with her.
    	"That's how it all started," I told her. "And yeah, I do like
    wearing diapers very much."
    	"Don't worry, I won't tease you about it," she assured me.
    "What's your name, by the way?"
    	"Chris," I said.
    	"I'm Angela," she replied as she extended her hand and shook. I
    was starting to wonder if she was going to reveal to me that she wore
    diapers, bringing to an end my impeccable record of only knowing other
    boys who wear diapers. I looked at her waist and at her crotch. Her
    pants were wrapped tightly around her waist and I couldn't see any
    signs of extra padding. She could tell that I was trying to find out
    what she was wearing underneath.
    	"In case you're wondering, no, I don't wear diapers," she said in
    a quiet voice. "But my brother does."
    	"Whew!" I thought as my mind was relieved of possibly
    encountering a girl who wore diapers. Now I was enthusiastic again and
    wanting to know more about her brother.
    	"How old's your brother?" I asked her.
    	"Fourteen," she said. "He's in the ninth grade."
    	"So is my sister," I said. "Maybe they know each other."
    	"Does she know any football players?" Angela asked me.
    	"Not that I know of," I said. "What's his name?"
    	"Todd," she said. "Todd Bivens." I reminded myself to ask Cindy
    when I got home if she knows anyone named Todd Bivens.
    	"Do you have Mr. Brown for P.E.?" Angela asked me.
    	"Sheeyeeesss," I groaned as I slapped my hand down on the table
    and rolled my eyes.
    	"I figured you'd probably hate him, especially since you wear
    diapers."
    	"I take it your brother got treated like crap when he was here,"
    I said to Angela.
    	"Not only that, but it was my brother and a couple other boys who
    are the reason Mr. Brown detests boys who wear diapers," Angela told
    me.
    	"Really?" I asked her.
    	"Yeah, Todd made it on the football team last year, but when Mr.
    Brown found out that he and a couple other boys had to wear diapers, he
    started harassing them over it and used this as a good reason to kick
    them off the team. So then my parents and the other kids' parents
    complained, and they demoted Mr. Brown to the seventh grade boys P.E.
    instructor. He was the eighth grade teacher last year as well as the
    assistant coach, and this year he was going to be head coach for the
    eighth grade Boys Varsity Football team. But all throughout the year he
    treated Todd and a couple other boys like they weren't even human. So
    he went down instead. He doesn't like having small kids in his class,
    either, and he always treated them rotten."
    	"So he's not even a coach then?" I asked her.
    	"Not anymore, but he likes everyone to think that he still is.
    He's let this 'coach' thing really go to his head."
    	Angela told me a couple other things that she had heard from her
    brother Todd about Mr. Brown. The more she told me about him, the more
    I dreaded going to P.E. class.
    	At this time Mr. Williams showed us several examples of artwork
    from years past. One of them involved drawing an object or a scene from
    a magazine ad. Right away I had my mind made up on what to do on this
    project, wanting to use a diaper advertisement, of course, and doubly
    of course that it would be an ad showing a boy. Another project was to
    use watercolors and reproduce a photograph of ourselves that we brought
    from home. Again I had several ideas in mind as to how to go about
    doing this one. Having big white diapers on in several-- virtually all
    of my pictures-- would certainly make the painting process easier since
    I wouldn't need to use any paint where my diapers would be depicted.
    	After Mr. Williams concluded his presentation he handed us some
    papers, which included a list of art supplies that we would need to
    have by Friday. By this time the class and the whole school day was
    about over with and as soon as the bell rang everyone excitedly jumped
    out of their chairs knowing that they could all go home now.
    	My diaper was very wet by this time, but I didn't know how much
    time I would have before the buses left, so I decided not to take my
    chances and get a diaper change this late in the day. I went back to my
    locker and picked up the books that I would need to take home with me
    for homework. I met up with Tony on my way to the bus and waited for
    him to get his things together. We then located our bus out front and
    hopped on. We only waited for five minutes before the buses rolled out,
    so we both knew that after school was not a time for diaper changes.
    	"How's your diaper?" I asked Tony.
    	"Very wet," he said. "I should have gotten a change before
    seventh period. How's yours?"
    	"It's soaked," I told him. At this time I felt a bowel movement
    coming and it shot right into the back of my diaper, filling up my
    crotch and the space between my buttocks with poop.
    	"Now it's more than soaked," I said to Tony as he heard my wet
    juicy fart announce my bowel movement. It made me glad that I didn't
    waste a diaper on a wet-only change, only to poop in it an hour later.
    	"Did the kids tease you about diapers?" Tony asked.
    	"Oh yeah, they did," I said. "But of course I let them know that
    it didn't bother me."
    	"Same here," Tony said. "Did you meet any other diaper boys in
    any of your other classes?"
    	"No, but this one girl in art class told me about her ninth-grade
    brother," I said, segueing into my story that I picked up on why Mr.
    Brown was such a jerk to the diaper boys.
    	"That sucks," Tony said. "Maybe we can get him demoted some
    more," Tony said.
    	"Hell with demotion, get him fired, I say," I remarked.
    	At this time the smell of my poopy diapers must have drifted back
    a couple seats.
    	"Aww, Chris, you didn't!" came the voice of one disgusted rider.
    	"Yeah, I did, so there!" I replied back. "Wanna come get a
    whiff?" I added as I stood up and "mooned" him, pants still on, of
    course.
    	"Sit down back there!" I heard the driver shout.
    	"Sorry," I said sheepishly as I planted my poop-covered butt back
    on the seat, feeling my shit squishing and spreading throughout the
    back of my diaper.
    	"Hey driver!" the kid shouted to the front as she slowed the bus
    down for its first stop. I could see her looking back in her rearview
    mirror.
    	"Make Chris get off here, he's stinking up the bus!"
    	"Put your window down!" she suggested.
    	"It's already down!" he said.
    	"Then deal with it," she said, ignoring his further remarks.
    	"That's you guys' seat from now on," the kid said to Tony and me.
    "I don't want you two to be stinking up every seat on this bus."
    	"I'm sure most of these seats have had kids piss or shit their
    pants on them at one time or another," I told the kid.
    	"And they probably weren't wearing diapers, either," Tony added.
    	"I'd bring some Lysol with you tomorrow," I said. The kid ignored
    us for the rest of the ride home. Tony got up and got off at his stop.
    	"Call me when you're ready," Tony said as he got up and got off
    from the bus.
    	After I got home I set my book bag down on the couch and I kicked
    off my shoes so that I could take my pants off. Cindy and Gina were
    sitting in the front room while they watched me remove my pants in
    front of them.
    	"Hi Chris," Cindy said. "How was your first day of middle
    school?"
    	"It was okay, my classes are pretty decent for the most part,
    except for English, and I know I'm going to hate P.E. more than
    anything else."
    	"Told ya' you'd hate Mr. Brown!" Cindy said with a satisfied grin
    on her face.
    	"Where's Lisa?" I asked, seeing that her car was not there.
    	"She's over at Betty's," Cindy answered. Seeing that Gina was
    there, I was wondering where Bryce was.
    	"He probably took his own bus home," Gina answered. "How did he
    do wearing diapers in middle school?" she asked.
    	"He's okay about it, from what I can tell," I answered. "He wants
    to get to know some more of the boys in his grade who wear diapers.
    He's kind of shy about it still, being in a new school with a bunch of
    new people."
    	"I figured as much," Gina said. "But if I know Bryce, and
    especially if I know you, Chris, this won't stop him from wanting to
    wear diapers."
    	I just returned a smile in agreement as Gina said this.
    	"Boy, it sure feels good to get those things off!" I said as I
    pulled my foot out of the pants leg and turned it inside out. I felt
    the cool air blowing against my sweaty bare legs as I pranced around in
    my thick, piss-bloated diaper.
    	"I betcha it will feel even better when you get that dirty diaper
    off, too!" Gina said, seeing that my diaper was very soaked and showing
    signs of use in the back as well.
    	"It will," I said as I rubbed my butt and patted it, feeling how
    heavy my diaper was with all the pee and poop I put into it. I went up
    to Cindy and Gina and asked them who wanted to change me.
    	"I'll do it," Cindy offered. I turned my dirtily diapered butt
    towards Gina and Cindy, knowing they enjoyed looking at me in this pose
    as much as I enjoyed knowing they were staring, as I bent over to pick
    up my pants and my shoes and then carried them to my room. Both Cindy
    and Gina followed me, being that Gina wanted to watch, of course.
    	I tossed my pants and my shows aside and then I lay down on my
    changing mat and waited while Cindy and Gina both gathered up the
    necessary supplies. Cindy started gathering up several cloth diapers
    when I told her to stop.
    	"What?" Cindy asked as she stood there holding the first few of
    several more diapers she had planned to use on me.
    	"I should probably wear a disposable," I told her.
    	"What? Are you going soft on us now?" Cindy asked me
    incredulously.
    	"No, I'm not going soft on you, I can assure you of that," I
    said. In saying this I was referring to the big erection that I was
    hoping to satisfy as soon as the girls were out of the room.
    	"Then why do you want to wear a disposable?" Cindy asked me.
    	"I'm going with Luke tonight to help him get some diapers," I
    said. "You'll just have to undiaper me and put me in a disposable by
    the time I expect him to be ready."
    	"What time will he be ready?" Cindy asked.
    	"I dunno, maybe seven, I suppose," I shrugged.
    	"You got awhile," Cindy said as she continued to take more
    diapers out of the drawer. Gina folded up the diapers to be used as
    innermost layers. At that time the phone rang.
    	"Gina, could you answer that for me, please?" Cindy asked her.
    Gina then left the room, shaking her hips and showcasing her behind in
    her tight denim jeans. Her body was starting to take a rather lovely
    shape, although I still thought Megan had the best-looking ass as far
    as girls go, that is. Any boy wearing diapers, however, actually had
    the best-looking ass of all over any girl wearing tight jeans.
    	"Chris! It's for you!" Gina said as she brought the cordless
    phone to me.
    	"Who is it?" I asked her.
    	"Not sure, it may be Tony," she said. She then handed me the
    phone while Cindy was busy taking off my soiled disposable diaper.
    	"Hello?" I said. It was Luke.
    	"What you got goin' on?" he asked me.
    	"I'm getting my diaper changed," I told him. I was smiling, even
    though Luke couldn't see it.
    	"Right now?" he asked naïvely.
    	"Yeah, right now," I said. "Ain't cordless phones wonderful? What
    are you up to?"
    	"Well, since I'm thinking about getting diapers, I'd say about
    four inches or so," he said, giggling just like any sixth grader would
    giggle about the length of his penis. I had to take into account that
    he was only in the sixth grade and puberty was a ways off for him
    still. "And you?"
    	"I won't know until Cindy gets my diaper off," I said. Cindy gave
    me a strange look, wondering what I was talking about. I smiled at her.
    She then pulled off my dirty diaper. My erection was standing at full
    attention.
    	"Okay, I'd say about six inches or so," I said, being optimistic
    as I fudged on my estimate. Cindy rolled her eyes, saying "of course, I
    should have known that's that they were talking about. They're at that
    age, you know."
    	Apparently Gina picked up on what we were talking about, so she
    said, "Six inches, eh? We'll see about that." She then picked up a
    ruler from my desk and brought it back over. Cindy was in the middle of
    wiping my poop off when Gina asked her to stop for a moment.
    	"This'll take just a sec," she said. Cindy was giggling while she
    watched Gina take a measurement of my erection.
    	"Ha! You're just barely over five inches!" Gina said to me. "You
    guys are all the same, lying about your dick size!"
    	"Well, you girls lie about your weight, and then you start lying
    about your age when you get older, so that entitles us guys to lie
    about our dick size!" I asserted.
    	"He's got a point," Cindy said to Gina. I started laughing.
    	`"Did you catch that?" I asked Luke. He thought it was pretty
    funny, too.
    	"If he had a bigger *point* he might have cleared six inches,"
    Gina said as she set the ruler down after wiping off onto my dirty
    diaper some poop residue that the end of the ruler had picked up when
    she measured my hard dick.
    	"Check back in about a year," I told her. "I'm only twelve, you
    know."
    	"Is tonight still on?" I asked Luke.
    	"Oh yeah!" he said excitedly. "Are you going to be ready?"
    	"Sure," I said. "I do have more homework than I was expecting,
    though."
    	"Same here," Luke said. He then told me about the run-in he had
    with Mr. Brown in the locker room after lunch.
    	"I went to my gym locker and I was opening it, so then
    (sarcasm)COACH BROWN(/sarcasm) came up to me and he goes, 'what you
    doin' in here?' I said, 'I need to change my shirt.' And he said, 'this
    ain't your class period, now beat it!'"
    	"Oh shit," I exclaimed with a groan. "Then what did he do?"
    	"I said, 'sorry, Mr. Brown, but I had a little bit of an
    emergency.' Then he gets right in my face and points to his shirt. 'You
    tell me what this says!' he says. I go, 'it says 'Phil Brown, Assistant
    Coach'', but where it said 'Assistant Coach' it was faded out. Then he
    let me have it. 'I AM *COACH BROWN*, and don't EVER call me ASSISTANT
    COACH!' So then I asked him why it says it on his shirt. He said, 'none
    of your damn business, now get the hell out of here!'"
    	"What an asshole!" I said. I then told Luke what I had heard
    about Mr. Brown from Angela in my art class and why he was so mean to
    all the diaper boys and added that because of what happened that he was
    probably overly sensitive to being called "Assistant Coach."
    	"So did you get your shirt changed?" I asked him.
    	"Yeah, but Mr. Brown tried to stop me. He said he was going to
    escort me out, so I told him that if he touches me in any way that I
    was going to report him, so he backed off and went out to his class. I
    was ten minutes late and I missed the grace tardy period, but I got out
    of it when I explained to Mr. Preston, my math teacher, what happened."
    	"That's cool," I said. "What time you think you'll be ready?" I
    asked him.
    	"It's probably gonna be around 7:30," he said.
    	"I should be done with homework and dinner by then," I said. "See
    you tonight."
    	I "hung up" the cordless phone and set it down. Meanwhile, Cindy
    had cleaned me up and powdered up my balls and butt generously. Gina
    then joined in the effort as she and Cindy both wrapped me up in
    several thick diapers and pinned them up abundantly. After I had my
    plastic pants on they left the room and went into their bedroom to do
    homework. I got up and closed the door and then climbed into my crib.
    	"Homework can wait just a little longer," I thought as I jacked
    myself off in my thick, freshly changed diapers. I had alternating
    thoughts between images of myself and the other diaper boys and images
    of Megan taking her clothes off and getting horny. Between the two I
    found the thoughts about diapered boys to be more satisfying and then I
    ejaculated while imagining Luke pooping in his brand new Thickies cloth
    diapers. As always, it took me several minutes to recover from sexual
    climax and I liked to savor this sensation for a few minutes. I then
    got up and went out to the kitchen to start my homework.
    	"Only 180-some more days of this shit to go," I thought to myself
    as I opened my Life Science book to Chapter One, page one.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 110
    ----------------------------

    	I had been working on homework for an hour and a half. I poured
    myself some cherry Kool-Aid and drank it out of one of my baby bottles
    while working on my studies. After poring over my Life Science book as
    well as my Social Studies book and doing my math homework, I was ready
    for a break. I still had my English assignment to do, but I decided to
    let that one wait since it wasn't due until Friday and that I actually
    looked forward to this assignment. I would get to tell the teacher
    about all the fun things I did in diapers over the summer.
    	I decided to go next door and see how Derek's first day of school
    went. Staying in my diapers and my shirt, I went out the front door and
    walked over to Derek's house. Jennie greeted me at the door and invited
    me in. Derek was lying on the living room floor with his legs spread
    widely apart as Jennie was in the middle of diapering him when I showed
    up. He already had a couple diapers on with a third diaper just being
    started as it was only pinned up halfway on one side. A stack of
    several white fluffy diapers remained as did a big pile of diaper pins.
    The disposable diaper that Derek had been wearing was removed and
    wadded up into a ball. I helped Jennie with putting on the rest of
    Derek's diapers. Doing so gave me a hard-on as I looked at the
    increasing thickness of Derek's diapers with each layer added.
    	"You're just now changing him into his cloth diapers?" I asked
    Jennie upon realizing that Derek had been home from school for about an
    hour or so.
    	"Yeah, my Mom told me that if Derek hasn't already pooped in his
    diaper by the time he gets home from school then to leave it on him
    until he does," Jenny explained.
    	"I can understand that," I said. "Even if they're not Thickies,
    diapers don't come cheap, after all."
    	"I don't poop at school, remember?" Derek reminded me from this
    morning's discussion on the way to the bus stop.
    	"Keep wearing diapers and eventually you will," I told him.
    	"Do kids laugh at you for pooping your diapers in school?" Derek
    asked me.
    	"Most of them are grossed out by the smell and know to stay away
    from me," I said. "Did anyone know you were wearing diapers?"
    	"I don't think so," Derek said. "I kept my shirt down like you
    told me."
    	"Did you even pee in your diaper?" I asked him.
    	"Yeah, but I had to go where nobody was looking to do it," Derek
    said. "I had to pee all morning long, and I was wanting to go to the
    bathroom and--"
    	"AUGHH!" I shouted. "Not the bathroom! Not the bathroom! Please!
    Don't say that you wanted to go to the BATHROOM! Oh, the horror!" I
    yelled dramatically.
    	"It's his first say of school in diapers," Jennie said as she put
    her hand on my bare knee. "Cut him some slack. He needs to get used to
    it."
    	"Yeah, I remember my first day of wearing diapers in school and
    it wasn't easy to adjust," I conceded. I then turned my attention back
    to Derek to ask him how he handed peeing in his diapers at school.
    Suddenly I heard a loud wail coming from the bathroom.
    	"NOOOOOOOO!!!!!" came the voice of a little boy whom I thought
    was Steven. It had just occurred to me that I hadn't seen him yet.
    	"Was that Steven I heard in the bathroom?" I asked Jennie. I was
    very concerned, thinking that he might be getting toilet trained and
    that his mother was in the bathroom forcing him to sit on the potty.
    	"No, Steven's down the street at the babysitter's," Melanie
    answered.
    	"So who was that in the bathroom?" I asked.
    	"Tyler. Melanie's in there with him trying to toilet train him,"
    Jennie explained.
    	"Whew!" I said, heaving a sigh of relief.
    	"What's with the 'whew?'" Jenny asked me with a smile.
    	"I thought Steven was being potty trained," I said.
    	"Don't you worry, Diaper Butt," Jenny said as she patted my
    behind. "I can assure you that Steven isn't going to be toilet trained
    at this point." This was very comforting news.
    	"At the rate things are going, I'd say Tyler isn't about to be
    toilet trained anytime soon, either," Jennie added. Another shrill
    scream came from the bathroom.
    	"Stay on that toilet!" I heard Melanie yelling to her little
    brother. Hearing this brought back some painful flashbacks of my own
    horrifying toilet training experiences.
    	"NOOOO0000!!!!!" Tyler whined again.
    	"Tyler! Enough!" Melanie shouted. Suddenly the bathroom door
    swung open and Tyler came out running. He was naked from the waist
    down, wearing only a shirt.
    	"I don't wanna sit on the pot-tee!" Tyler cried while he ran
    butt-naked into the kitchen. Melanie was right behind him, holding his
    shorts and a pair of unused Pull-Ups in her hand.
    	"No! Get away from me, Mewanie!" Tyler sobbed.
    	"I got you cornered!" Melanie said. "Now come here and get your
    butt back in that bathroom!" She then violently grabbed his wrist and
    pulled him out of the corner. An ear-piercing series of screams ensued,
    amplified by the echoing acoustics of the kitchen.
    	My heart was racing. I just couldn't stand to see what was taking
    place before my eyes. I never realized how traumatic my toilet training
    days were until I watched it happen to another boy whose resistance to
    the potty was as great as mine. It was as if I had post-traumatic
    stress disorder over toilet training. The poor kid was being forced
    against his will to use the toilet. Melanie tightened her grip on
    Tyler's wrist and started dragging him across the kitchen floor. Tyler
    tried to grab onto chairs and anything else he could get a hold of, but
    this was to no avail. This was too much to bear. I had to say
    something.
    	"Maybe he isn't ready for toilet training," I said.
    	"I'll handle this, thank you," Melanie said to me.
    	"You're torturing him," I said bluntly.
    	"Torture? Aww, come on!" Melanie said. Meanwhile, Tyler was
    bawling and struggling in vain to break his wrist free from the tight
    grip of his older sister's hand.
    	"That's exactly what I went through!" I said. "That's how my
    parents treated me when I didn't want to use the toilet," I said. "It
    was torture to me."
    	"I don't care," Melanie said. "I don't want Tyler to wind up like
    you and Steven and Derek, a bunch of smelly diaper freaks. Don't you
    realize how silly you look standing there wearing nothing but diapers?"
    	"I have a shirt on," I said, being a smart-diaper-ass. "Socks and
    shoes, too," I added. "Just no pants."
    	"That's my point," Melanie said. "Your behavior is pathetic!"
    	Melanie then continued on as she took Tyler back towards the
    bathroom. Before she made it there, Tyler kicked her in the leg as hard
    as he could.
    	"Oww! That hurt!" Melanie shouted. "I'm going to spank you for
    that!"
    	Tyler tried to get away, but Melanie wouldn't let up on him. She
    knelt down and took Tyler over her knee. She was just about to swat his
    bare bottom when Jennie intervened.
    	"Stop it, Melanie, stop it!" Jennie said, saving Tyler from
    additional pain and suffering.
    	"Don't spank him!" she said.
    	"He kicked me, the little shit!" Melanie shouted.
    	"Let him go, let Tyler go," Jennie persuaded her friend. She then
    let him go and she gave him his Pull-Ups and his shorts, actually,
    threw them at him. Tyler was still crying and he didn't try putting
    them on. I then went up to him and asked him if he needed help. He
    didn't say anything, but he cooperated as I had him step into his Pull-
    Ups. I left his shorts off and he seemed to be content with wearing
    just his Pull-Ups. In the meantime Melanie and Jennie were talking in
    her bedroom. A moment later they came out.
    	"Chris, can you stay here and watch Derek for me, please?" Jennie
    asked.
    	"Sure," I said. "Where are you going?"
    	"Melanie and I are going to take a little walk, and we're going
    to stop by the babysitter's to get Steven, too," she said.
    	"What about Tyler?" I asked.
    	"He's going with me," Melanie stated adamantly.
    	"No!" Tyler resisted.
    	"You're coming with me, all right?!" Melanie insisted, trying to
    remain calm. Tyler then burst into another tantrum.
    	"I wanna stay here with Dewek!" he bawled.
    	"No! Come on, now!" Melanie raised her voice.
    	"No!" Tyler continued to resist.
    	"Melanie, you need to relax and cool off and get away from your
    brother for awhile, so I think it would be best to leave him here with
    Chris and Derek."
    	"I'm not leaving him with Chris," Melanie said. "I don't trust
    him. Look how he's influenced Tyler on his toilet training."
    	"Melanie, we won't be gone long, okay?" Jennie said.
    	"I want Chris to leave then," Melanie said.
    	"I want Chris here to watch my brother," Jennie said.
    	"Fine," Melanie huffed. "I'd better not see Tyler diapered up
    when I get back."
    	The two girls then left the house. Derek, Tyler and I were there
    by ourselves. Tyler continued to sulk in the corner for a couple
    minutes.
    	"So, anyway, as we were talking about," I said before the big
    brouhaha over Tyler's potty resistance erupted. "What happened when you
    had to pee?"
    	"I wanted to go to the bathroom and do it, and I almost raised my
    hand so that I could go, but then I was afraid I wouldn't get the
    diaper back on right."
    	"Well, you *are* wearing a diaper, after all," I said. "I
    understand. It takes some getting used to wearing diapers in school."
    	"So I held it until I couldn't hold it anymore, so I started
    letting it out in little squirts, being afraid it would leak. So I kept
    peeing while Mrs. Carlson kept talking. I kept looking down at my pants
    to make sure they were still dry, so Mrs. Carlson asked me if I was all
    right. I told her yes, so she kept talking. When I went to lunch I went
    into the bathroom to check my diaper and it was very wet, so I went to
    the nurse and she changed me."
    	"Did you like Mrs. Alison?" I asked Derek.
    	"Yeah, she's nice," Derek replied as he blushed. "She puts
    diapers on really good."
    	"That she does," I said. "She changed my diapers for almost four
    years, so she has the experience. Did you ask her about me?"
    	"Yeah, she said she remembered you and also that she misses you.
    She said she liked talking to you."
    	I chuckled as Derek told me this.
    	"I'm sure she'll like you, too," I said. "She'll get you for four
    whole years, assuming you stay here, that is."
    	Derek had still not been completely diapered and he had a couple
    more diapers left to be put on. He lay down on the floor and had me put
    the remaining diapers on. I used every pin in the pile between the last
    two diapers. I then put his plastic pants on him and patted his butt.
    	Tyler had recovered from his tantrum and he came walking over to
    us. I looked at his Pull-Ups and he had wet into them.
    	"Good boy!" I said as I pointed out his wet Pull-Ups. Tyler
    smiled at me. I then patted his butt.
    	"Oh good, you went poo-poo in them, too!" I said. "That's the way
    to do it!"
    	I then started singing the Pull-Ups jingle, with a few
    modifications to the lyrics. It wasn't quite as good as Aaron's
    version, but it wasn't bad, either, considering that I was improvising:

    I'm a big boy, look what I can do!
    I can poop in Pull-Ups, too!
    Never, ever will be toi-let trained
    My diapers are always stained!

    	Okay, so it needed some work, but that didn't matter. I was just
    pleased to see that Tyler's sulking had turned to laughter in less than
    two minutes.
    	"You like them Pull-Ups, don't you?" I asked Tyler. He nodded.
    	"You don't like sitting on the toilet, do you?" I continued.
    Tyler then shook his head. I then went along with him and shook my
    head. I kept shaking my head faster and faster, then going as fast as I
    could. It made me dizzy. Derek joined me. I said, "We don't like
    toilets either, do we?"
    	"No we don't!" Derek yelled. "We like diapers!"
    	"We don't just like diapers," I said. "WE LOVE DIAPERS!"
    	"Toilets suck, Beavis!" I said with Butthead's voice.
    	"Yeah, huh huh, they suck!" I followed with Beavis' voice. Derek
    got a good laugh out of this.
    	Tyler seemed to be cheered up by Derek and me displaying our love
    for diapers by rolling around on the floor. We then got down on our
    hands and knees with our behinds facing Tyler. Then, Derek and I each
    took turns slapping each other's butts and saying "Diaper Butt!" We
    kept this up for about twenty or thirty rounds, increasing the strength
    of the slaps as we went along. Tyler was now giggling.
    	"Hey Tyler!" I asked him. "Which one of us has the biggest diaper
    butt?"
    	"You do!" he said as he pushed his hand into my butt. "You got a
    BIG diaper butt!"
    	"Can you tell if I have pooped yet?" I asked him.
    	"No," he said.
    	"Why can't you tell?" I asked him.
    	"Because you got lots of big diapers on!" he said.
    	"That's right," I said. "Would you like to be wearing what I'm
    wearing?" I asked him. Without hesitation he smiled. He nodded his
    head, but he didn't say anything. I wanted to hear him say "yes." I
    asked him again.
    	"Do you want to wear big, thick, white diapers like we're
    wearing?"
    	"Yes!" he said.
    	"Then come on back!" I said as I directed him to Derek's and
    Steven's bedroom. We went past the bathroom where I looked in and
    yelled, "Bad toilet! Bad toilet!" This made Tyler laugh some more.
    	I told Tyler to take his position on the changing pad. I asked
    Derek to gather up some of Steven's diapers and his plastic pants.
    	"Are you sure about this?" Derek asked me hesitantly.
    	"Of course I am," I said confidently. "I know Tyler's sure about
    it, right, Ty?"
    	He nodded his head.
    	"You heard Melanie before she left," Derek said.
    	"Ahh, fu--, I mean, screw Melanie," I said, catching myself in
    mid-sentence as I remembered that I had to tone my language down for a
    seven-year-old.
    	"She's gonna be awfully mad if she sees that you diapered Tyler."
    	"One, she doesn't trust me anyway, and I don't care that she
    doesn't; she hates me and I hate her. Two, Tyler's already a 'diaper
    freak', as Melanie likes to call us. I mean, you saw how much he didn't
    want to use the toilet. Three, I want Melanie to see for herself that
    her brother is a diaper boy and if he wants to wear diapers, then let
    him."
    	"But she blames you for making him into a diaper boy," Derek
    said.
    	"Yeah, but you and Steven are responsible, too," I said. "Even if
    he didn't see me in diapers, he would have seen you and Steven and
    would have wanted to wear diapers. I do admit that I've sort of-- how
    would you say it-- fueled the fires a little, he he."
    	Derek chuckled as he set the stack of diapers down on the floor.
    	Derek watched while I was busy taking off Tyler's Pull-Ups. He
    had really filled them up good. His entire bottom was coated in poop. I
    wiped him clean and then sprinkled powder all over his crotch and nuts.
    	"You like that smell, don't you?" I said.
    	"Yeah," Tyler said with a smile. I let him get a whiff of the
    powder residue on my hand.
    	"I love the smell of baby powder in the morning!" I said. "And
    the afternoon, and the evening, and all the time."
    	While I diapered Tyler I recited from memory a little story I
    wrote a couple years ago with which to entertain him. I used different
    voices for different characters, whose names I modified for this
    particular instance.

    THE ADVENTURES OF DIAPERMAN
    By Chris Barrett

    	Tyler was a little boy who was four years old and still in
    diapers.
    	"Oh no, he's four years old and still in diapers!" his older
    sister Melanie told him. "He must be potty trained!"
    	"Oh, no, there's that word, 'potty!'" Tyler exclaimed. He knew
    that every time he heard this word, it meant that he would have to give
    up his diapers. Tyler didn't want to give up his diapers. He loved the
    thick, soft feel and the way they looked so white and big on his butt.
    Diapers made Tyler feel very good. He didn't understand why he was not
    supposed to be wearing diapers anymore.
    	"Come on, Tyler, let's go to the potty!" Melanie tried to entice
    him by using a nice voice.
    	"I don't wanna go potty," Tyler said.
    	"But you have to go potty!" Melanie said. "You want to be a big
    boy, don't you?"
    	Tyler hated hearing his sister say "big boy." He knew that he was
    growing older, but he didn't understand why this meant that he had to
    stop wearing diapers.
    	"Why can't big boys wear diapers?" Tyler pondered.
    	"Diapers are only for babies," Melanie told Tyler. He must have
    heard this a hundred times or more.
    	"No, they're not!" Tyler pouted.
    	"They are, too. So that's why I am going to take you to the
    potty!" Melanie said. She held out her hand, but Tyler refused to give
    in. Now Melanie was getting mad.
    	"Come with me now!" Melanie demanded.
    	"No!" Tyler shouted.
    	"Yes! Come with me, you brat!" Melanie ordered Tyler. Now she was
    getting very, very mad. She grabbed Tyler's wrist and dragged him all
    the way to the bathroom. Tyler started crying.
    	"Now sit down on that toilet now!" Melanie yelled at her
    whimpering little brother as she took down his pants and his Pull-Ups,
    which were still kind of like diapers, but not the same. Tyler did as
    he was told and set his little bottom down on the cold, frigid toilet
    seat, all of this happening against his will.
    	"Now don't get up until you're done!" Melanie told him as she
    stood there and kept her eye on the small boy. He knew he had to go,
    but he also knew that if he did anything in the toilet, it would prove
    to Melanie that he was capable of using the toilet, and this was the
    last thing Tyler wanted her to see. He knew that to do otherwise would
    cost him his diapers. What a high price to pay!
    	Tyler sat there with tears streaming down his face. He felt the
    pressure building in his bladder and his bowels. How long could he sit
    this out before Melanie would give up on him? She wasn't going to make
    it easy this time.
    	"I got all day," she said patiently.
    	How Tyler wished he could be rescued from this horrible
    situation. His wish came true. Out of nowhere appeared our hero,
    Diaperman.
    	"Never fear, Diaperman is here!" the superhero shouted boldly.
    	"Diaperman!" Tyler exclaimed. How glad he was to see Diaperman!
    	"I'll rescue you from that toilet!" Diaperman spoke in his loud,
    deep voice.
    	"Who are you?" Melanie asked the tall, very boyish-looking man,
    wearing, appropriately, a thick white diaper. It had a big red D on the
    front, kind of like the S on Superman's chest, but this one was a D and
    made to look like a diaper pin.
    	"I'm DIAPERMAN!" he bellowed clearly. "I came to save your little
    brother!"
    	"Save him? From what?" Melanie asked.
    	"He is being forcibly potty trained, and he does not want to use
    the potty! He wants to wear diapers, and I am here to make sure that
    his wish is fulfilled!"
    	"Really, so what are you going to do?" Melanie asked smugly.
    	"I hereby order you to release the boy at once!" Diaperman
    commanded.
    	"And what if I don't?" Melanie challenged Diaperman.
    	"Then I will use my magic powers and render you incontinent, and
    then YOU will have to wear diapers!"
    	"Me?! Wear diapers?!" Melanie asked incredulously. "I think not!"
    	"Then I will advise you to heed my command!" Diaperman warned
    Melanie.
    	"Okay, go for it! Make me incontinent!" Melanie said.
    	"You don't believe me, do you?" Diaperman said to Melanie.
    	"No, I don't!" she said.
    	"Let me give you a sample of what my powers can do," Diaperman
    said. Using his superpowers, Diaperman suddenly gave Melanie a strong
    urge to urinate and defecate. He didn't actually make her incontinent
    as he could never do this to a girl, but he just wanted her to have a
    taste of what it might be like to actually be incontinent. Melanie
    complained of strong, painful cramps and feared that she would commit a
    most horribly boyish act of having an accident if she didn't get to the
    toilet immediately.
    	"Oh God, I have to go so bad!" she complained. "I gotta use the
    toilet now! Get off that toilet, Tyler!" she told him through strained
    cries of pain. "I need to go really, really bad!"
    	At once, Tyler moved off that awful toilet seat.
    	"Can you guys go out and wait until I'm done?" Melanie politely
    asked Diaperman and Tyler.
    	"Sure," Diaperman said. With this, he and Tyler left the bathroom
    and waited for Melanie to finish.
    	"Okay, I'm done," she said a couple minutes later.
    	"Now do you believe me?" Diaperman asked Melanie.
    	"Yes sir, I do!" Melanie said.
    	"So you will hereafter never force Tyler to use the toilet
    again?"
    	"Never again, Diaperman!" Melanie said while trembling, now
    having been convinced of Diaperman's powers. "The last thing I would
    want to be is incontinent and need to wear diapers!"
    	"I knew you'd see it my way," Diaperman said. With this, he
    instantly restored Melanie's bladder and bowel control. Melanie left
    the bathroom and went back to her usual business.
    	"Thanks, Diaperman!" Tyler said.
    	"My pleasure, young lad," Tyler said. "No boy should ever be
    forced to use the toilet if he'd rather wear diapers."
    	"May I ask you something, Diaperman?" Tyler asked the superhero.
    	"Sure, fella, go ahead."
    	"You really wouldn't make my sister so that *she* would need to
    wear diapers, would you?"
    	"Nah, of course not!" Diaperman said. "I could never do that to a
    girl. Every time I give them a little sample of what it would be like
    to need diapers, they always back down. It works every time."
    	"Say, Diaperman, Can you diaper me?" Tyler asked.
    	"Why sure, little fella!" Diaperman replied. "How thick do you
    want your diapers?"
    	"Really thick!" Tyler said with his eyes bulging wide.
    	"Really, really thick?" Diaperman asked Tyler.
    	"As thick as you can make them!" Tyler replied eagerly.
    	"Okay, then get ready, because these diapers are going to be the
    thickest diapers you will have ever worn!" Diaperman shouted.
    	Using his superhuman hands, Diaperman quickly folded and pinned
    twenty diapers on Tyler. Each diaper was pinned on with over a hundred
    pins each. He did it so fast that it was instantaneous.
    	"Thanks, Diaperman!" Tyler said as he tried to walk in his super-
    thick diapers.
    	"My pleasure," Diaperman replied back.
    	"Can you stick around awhile?" Tyler asked Diaperman. At that
    moment, Diaperman's video pager went off.
    	"I'm sorry, Tyler, but I have another call."
    	Diaperman checked the screen on his pager.
    	"I see another boy who is in big trouble right now! I must save
    him from the toilet!"
    	With that, Diaperman disappeared in a flash as he headed for his
    next heroic rescue. Tyler then sat down and joyously peed and pooped in
    his thick diapers. He never did sit on a toilet again and nobody ever
    expected him to. If they did, they knew that Diaperman would be back.

    The End

    	By the time I was done telling the story, Tyler was very thickly
    diapered.
    	"Did you like my story?" I asked Tyler.
    	"Uh huh, it was really funny!" Tyler said as he laughed.
    	"Did you like the story?" I asked Derek.
    	"I loved it!" he said as he was digging something out of his desk
    drawer.
    	"I have something to show you guys!" he said. Both Tyler and I
    went over to find out what it was.
    	"I wrote a story, too!" Derek said. "Well, I drew it, actually."
    	I picked up the series of papers, which had been sloppily stapled
    together on the side, like a book. The front page had the title,
    written in big letters with brown crayon. It was called THE BOY WHO HAD
    POOPITUS. As I was thumbing through it, I saw that Derek had drawn
    several cartoon panels that filled an entire page each. It looked very
    cute. Most of the drawings showed a boy in very thick diapers and his
    sister, wearing pants, of course. I was getting hard just from looking
    at the drawings. To me they represented a seven-year-old boy's feelings
    on diapers and how he saw diapered boys through his eyes, using his
    crayons to capture his imagination.
    	"I was working on it for a long time and today I finished it,"
    Derek said. "I didn't want to show you until I had it done."
    	"Cool, I'd love to look at it!" I said.
    	"Go ahead, let me know what you think of it," Derek said, eagerly
    awaiting my response. I began reading it. The first cartoon showed the
    boy with several turds coming out of the legs of his shorts. A speech
    balloon showed him saying "Oh no! It happened again!" In the next
    drawing, his sister enters and asks "Oh no, Derek, you pooped your
    pants again! I think you should see a doctor." The third page showed
    Derek taking his shorts off and then his underwear. Next to him was a
    very big pile of dirty underpants. He said, "Well, I guess I'd better
    change again." I glanced over at Derek's crayon box which was sitting
    open and I noticed that his brown crayons were more worn down than the
    other colors.
    	I continued reading it, laughing at every scene. Derek laughed
    with me as he read it out loud for me. The fourth page just said "Later
    at the doctors office." Page five showed the doctor looking at Derek.
    The doctor said, "Derek, you have poopitus." Derek then asked, "What is
    poopitus?" Then the doctor gave his description of the disease.
    "Poopitus means you can't stop pooping and when you poop you poop a
    lot. Only boys get poopitus, too."
    	"So what do I have to do for it?" Derek asked the doctor.
    	"Nothing. There is no medicine for poopitus, so you have to wear
    diapers."
    	"What do you think of it so far?" Derek asked me.
    	"I love it!" I said. "I wish I could make a copy of this."
    	We continued reading it. The story went on and showed Derek
    getting diapered by Jennie. Of course he exaggerated things by drawing
    a big stack of diapers that ran the entire length of the page. When
    Derek was diapered he had on a huge diaper and he really had to waddle.
    	"Is this how you see yourself in diapers?" I asked Derek. He said
    "Yeah," and then chuckled.
    	"I can draw it again for you, that way you'll have it in color,
    too," Derek said.
    	"Sure, if you want to," I said. "As long as it doesn't take you
    too long."
    	"All I have to do is copy what I drew," he said. "The hardest
    part was thinking of what to say next, so now it won't take as long.
    I'll start it tonight."
    	"Thanks," I said. Must be nice not having lots of homework, I
    thought to myself, wishing that I was in second grade again.
    	At this point Jennie and Melanie returned. Steven was with them.
    He had on shorts and a disposable diaper, which was revealed by his
    immediate removal of his shorts. Melanie came into the room and saw
    Derek and me sitting on his bed while Tyler was sitting on the floor
    examining his super thick diapers and picking at the pins. He kept
    scooting himself back and forth, probably to stimulate himself.
    	"I knew it! I knew it!" Melanie shouted. "Chris, I told you that
    I didn't want to see Tyler wearing diapers! I knew I couldn't trust
    leaving him with you!"
    	I then got up from the bed and stood before Melanie.
    	"He wanted to wear diapers, and besides, he peed and pooped in
    his Pull-Ups and he had to be changed."
    	"Well, that's my job and not yours," Melanie said.
    	"Then I'd get used to diapering him if it's your job," I told
    her. "If you think he's going to be toilet trained anytime soon, then
    I'd forget it."
    	"Yeah, thanks to you," she said.
    	"What's wrong with him wearing diapers?" I asked Melanie.
    	"I'm tired of having to change him all the time," Melanie
    complained. "My Mom works nights, so I'm stuck with him most the time
    and I've had to look after him ever since he was two years old."
    	"Sorry," I apologized. "But I think you should understand that he
    is like us, Derek, Steven and myself. Maybe we influenced him, but if
    he didn't want to wear diapers then we probably wouldn't matter to him
    and he'd think we look silly wearing diapers."
    	"Melanie, think about what we talked about, okay?" Jennie said to
    her friend. "I have two brothers to look after and I change their
    diapers every day. Sometimes I change Chris."
    	"But you enjoy that sort of thing, I don't," Melanie said.
    	"Fine, then just bring Tyler over whenever he wants a diaper
    change and I'd be happy to change him," Jennie suggested.
    	Melanie then went over to Tyler and told him that she was going
    to take his diapers off.
    	"No!" Tyler resisted. "I wanna wear diapers!"
    	"See?" I said. "He'd rather wear diapers."
    	"Well, he can't go around wearing this many of them!" Melanie
    said. "I assume these are Steven's diapers he's wearing."
    	"They are," I said.
    	"Then you shouldn't have Tyler wearing them," Melanie said. "I
    can't let him go home like this. Wait here and I'll go get him some
    Pull-Ups."
    	"No Pull-Ups. I want diapers!" Tyler exclaimed.
    	"Pull-Ups *are* diapers," Melanie said. "You use them like they
    are."
    	"No, 'dese are diapers!" Tyler said as he pointed to the thick
    stack of cloth in his crotch and the dense row of safety pins. He knew
    the difference and obviously preferred the thicker diapers to the Pull-
    Ups."
    	"I doubt you can do anything about it now, Melanie," Jenny told
    her. "Your best bet is for your Mom to go out and buy him some cloth
    diapers at this point."
    	"Mom won't go for that," Melanie said. "She doesn't understand
    why he doesn't want to use the toilet."
    	"Toilets suck!" Tyler blurted out.
    	"Where did you learn to say that?" Melanie asked him. Tyler then
    pointed to me. I just looked at her sheepishly and shrugged.
    	"Figures!" Melanie groaned. "Let's get those diapers off of you."
    	"No!" Tyler refused again. Melanie was exasperated at this point.
    	"Fine!" she said, having given up. "You can wear them until you
    can't stand the smell or the mess that you'll put in them!"
    	Tyler then smiled, knowing that he would get his way. Melanie
    asked if Steven had any more diapers.
    	"He's got plenty," Jennie said as she went to work on changing
    Steven into a thick set of cloth diapers. "Go ahead and let Tyler wear
    those home."
    	Melanie then escorted Tyler out of Derek's bedroom and they left
    for home.
    	"How can you even walk in those things?" I heard Melanie saying
    to Tyler through Derek's open window.
    	At this point I decided to get back home and be ready for Luke to
    stop by with his mother to take us to the Kidz Klothez store so that
    she could buy him some Thickies.

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Forever In Diapers, Parts 111-120

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