    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 71
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    	A couple weeks before school started Lisa took Cindy and I to the
    junior high school so that each of us could register for our classes.
    Lisa also had her own registration at the high school that same day. I
    had been to the junior school a number of times before. I went there
    last spring when we had orientation and I had also been there a number
    of times before with my family to watch Lisa and Cindy play soccer and
    to sing in the choir.
    	Lisa diapered me up plentifully that morning, using two Thickies
    diapers on me on top of several of my old diapers. This was nothing
    abnormal, of course, and it usually didn't matter how many diapers I
    had on since I hardly ever needed or wanted to wear anything over them.
    Today, however, I didn't want to be diapered quite so conspicuously.
    	"We have school registration today, Lisa," I reminded her as I
    watched her spread out the first of the two Thickies diapers.
    	"I know that," she said nonchalantly as she patted the bare
    underside of my thigh, prompting me to lift my butt. I hesitated.
    	"I have to wear some *shorts* over these diapers, you know," I
    remarked.
    	"I don't see why, since you go everywhere else without anything
    over your diapers," Lisa said. "It doesn't surprise me that you now
    ride your bike around the neighborhood in your diapers."
    	"Yeah, but I can't go to the school without shorts on," I said
    vehemently.
    	"What difference will it make?" Lisa said. "Everyone who already
    knows you from elementary school knows you wear diapers, anyway, and
    those who don't know you yet will find out soon enough, so you might as
    well get it over with and let them see your diapers."
    	"At least let me wear some shorts," I said.
    	"Come on, Chris, lift your butt up so I can pin your next diaper
    on," Lisa said. I gave in and let her put on the first Thickies diaper.
    	"Just let me wear some shorts, okay?" I pleaded while I watched
    her pin up the Thickies.
    	"What about your new diaper club, Chris?" Lisa said as she got
    out the second Thickies diaper. "Don't you want to let everyone there
    know that you like to wear diapers and maybe attract some new members,
    too?"
    	"Well, yeah, but I'm not going to flaunt it at school
    registration!" I said.
    	"Lift your butt again," Lisa prompted me, this time patting my
    already super thick diapers.
    	"I can't go to school registration diapered like this!" I said in
    spite of my yielding to Lisa as she pinned up the second Thickies
    diaper.
    	"Sure you can, and you are," Lisa said firmly.
    	"Fine, just let me wear some damn shorts," I said as I resigned
    myself to wearing such heavy diapers in front of dozens of classmates,
    many of whom had yet to find out who I am.
    	"Oh come on, Chris," Lisa said. "You didn't really think I was
    expecting you to wear just your diapers at class registration, did
    you?"
    	"I don't put anything past you and Cindy," I said.
    	"So, you would have done it?" Lisa asked me.
    	"No," I said firmly.
    	"Well, Chris, Cindy and I don't put anything past you, either,"
    Lisa replied back. "Now that you're starting this diaper club, we're
    wondering what's next? Declare potty training illegal for boys?"
    	"Now there's a thought," I smiled. "Make it a capital offense!"
    	"The way Mom and Dad handled your potty training, it should be,"
    Lisa said. "That was borderline abuse!"
    	"Don't remind me," I said as I recalled ever so vividly the
    nonstop yelling and frequent spanking I received for refusing to use
    the toilet.
    	"That's why I want to start the diaper club," I stated. The more
    I thought about the horror that my parents put me through over potty
    training, the more determined I felt to promote the diaper club and the
    idea that diapers are not just for babies, but should be considered as
    a lifelong bodily-waste-eliminating alternative, for boys, that is.
    	Lisa finished pinning the second Thickies diaper on. For needing
    to wear shorts over these, I sure had a lot of diapers on.
    	"Do you even have any shorts for me that will fit over these big
    diapers?" I asked Lisa as I looked down at my crotch and examine the
    huge diapers wedged in between my legs.
    	"Of course, Chris," Lisa said. "I have some cutoff Levi's from a
    couple butt sizes ago. Or, I can keep diapering you until you'll need
    some shorts in my size."
    	"This is thick enough," I said as I ran my hands over my thick
    diapers to ascertain their magnitude. "For school registration, of
    course," I added.
    	Lisa then went to her bedroom and retrieved a pair of her old
    jeans cutoffs. Fortunately for me Lisa wore pants that were appropriate
    for either a boy or a girl. No way in hell would I have worn them had
    they been Guess? jeans or anything else that was patently girlish. I'd
    go to registration in diapers, or naked, before doing that!
    	"Here, try these on," Lisa said as she tossed the shorts to me
    after she examined the size label on the back. Before I picked them up
    I looked at the waist size, which read "38." I couldn't believe that my
    diapers could add an entire twelve inches to the circumference of my
    waist! Lisa, incidentally was now up to 44 inches, as the cutoffs she
    had on now indicated.
    	I put the shorts on and they were still too tight to allow the
    button fly to fasten all the way. I had to leave the last two buttons
    in the fly, plus the top button undone.
    	"Got anything bigger?" I asked Lisa.
    	"That's all I could find," Lisa said.
    	Not only were they tight, they were also cut so short that the
    leg openings went up past my diapers, exposing them from the bottom. It
    didn't help that there was a hole in the seat between the center seam
    and the pocket, thereby exposing even more of the surface of my
    diapers.
    	"You ready, Chris?" Lisa asked me, seeing that I was looking down
    at my borrowed shorts and examining them. As I was sitting on the floor
    I noticed now my diapers poked out from both sides of the crotch. There
    was hardly any point wearing the shorts other than for decency
    purposes.
    	I went out to the car and sat in the back seat while Lisa and
    Cindy took the front. Cindy told me about her first days at junior high
    on the way and Lisa recounted her experiences, too.
    	"The kids are brutal in junior high, let me warn you," Lisa said.
    "Every day I was teased about being so big, so I'd get used to it, and
    they are going to tease you about your diapers."
    	"They already do," I said.
    	"It's ten times as bad in junior high, especially when you're a
    seventh grader."
    	Minutes later we pulled into the parking lot. I got out of the
    car and was quickly reminded of how much my thick diapers encumbered my
    ability to walk. I couldn't avoid having to waddle. I wasn't used to
    walking such a distance in such thick diapers. I knew I would draw
    attention from the other kids and their parents who were going in and
    coming out of the building.
    	We went inside the building where several kids were lined up with
    their parents getting ready to receive their class schedules. Lisa and
    Cindy stood with me as I took my place in the seventh grade line. I
    looked around and recognized a few classmates, but the unfamiliar faces
    outnumbered the familiar faces.
    	It wasn't long before the diaper jokes and comments surfaced. The
    kids behind us were quick to notice my diapers showing both above and
    below my shorts. I heard him whisper to his Mom.
    	"That kid in front of us has diapers on!" I heard him say. His
    little brother and sister were both giggling, too. Their mother stifled
    them and scolded them. A lot of kids who knew me made remarks, but
    their parents' presence kept most of them from saying much more than
    calling me a couple of mild names. Even if the kids kept quiet about it
    I could tell that most of them were staring, not that it was hard to
    miss seeing my shorts bulging out the way they did from my body.
    	My fees were paid by a blank check which my Mom had given to
    Lisa. Next it was time for me to pick up my class schedule. After we
    were finished we caught up with Cindy, who decided to look at the
    trophy cabinets out of boredom while waiting for us.
    	"Let me look at your schedule," Lisa said. "I want to see who
    your teachers are." With this I let her look it over. She read off the
    classes and the names. She told me about the teachers that she either
    had herself or had known about. Cindy looked at it as well. Here is how
    my classes were listed:

    PERIOD  BEGIN     END      COURSE NAME           INSTRUCTOR
    1st      8:00 AM  8:45 AM  English               Steck
    2nd      8:50 AM  9:35 AM  Social Studies        Mathers
    Break    9:35 AM  9:50 AM
    3rd      9:50 AM 10:35 AM  Mathematics           Reiner
    4th     10:40 AM 11:25 AM  Boys Phys. Ed.        Brown
    5th     11:30 AM 12:15 PM  Reading               Eastman
    Lunch   12:15 PM 12:55 PM
    6th     12:55 PM  1:40 PM  Life Science          Watson
    7th      1:45 PM  2:30 PM  Drawing/Painting      Wilson

    	"Uh oh," Cindy said.
    	"What?" I asked. "What's 'Uh oh?'"
    	"You have Mr. Brown for P.E.," Cindy replied.
    	"Okay, so what's he like?" I asked, wondering why this was such a
    big concern.
    	"He's the meanest, dirtiest, filthiest, rottenest, most arrogant,
    most insulting, berating, and most demanding and condescending asshole
    shithead of a teacher ever known!" Cindy said. "Everybody hates him! I
    mean everybody!"
    	"Yeah, unless you're a football player with a piss-poor attitude
    towards nerds, geeks, dweebs, wusses, and wimps, then he likes you,"
    Lisa added. While Lisa and Cindy were kind enough not to say it, I knew
    that I would fall into the "wimp" category and thus not meet Mr.
    Brown's approval.
    	"I can only imagine what he would think of you wearing diapers,"
    Lisa said. "I just thought I'd warn you, let you know what you're in
    for."
    	"Thanks," I said as I thought about what problems I would face in
    P.E. class. A knot formed in my stomach at the prospect of this. I was
    already apprehensive about the class as it was and I wished I didn't
    have to take it in the first place, but it was part of the required
    seventh grade curriculum. Mom even tried to see if I could be exempted
    from the class on account of my wearing diapers. The school did not
    allow for this and they even stated that the kids who wear diapers are
    placed into the same class whenever possible. I just hoped that Tony
    would be in my class, too.
    	Later in the afternoon Tony came over to my house. Lisa had gone
    to her pizza job and Cindy was out babysitting. Tony and I compared our
    class schedules. We had two classes together, math and P.E. I told Tony
    what I had heard about Mr. Brown. Both of us were dreading the class
    enough as it was, being that neither of us excelled in athletics, to
    say the least, and that our diapers would undoubtedly draw a great deal
    of attention in the locker room. Add to this a reputed asshole of a
    teacher and we were doomed to fail this class.
    	Afterwards Tony and I decided to contact the boys we met at
    summer camp from whom we were able to get phone numbers or mailing
    addresses. We had Nathan's phone number, although we had never called
    him over the summer. If nothing else, it would be good just to find out
    how his summer had been going.
    	We also had Aaron's phone number and I felt I owed him a call so
    he wouldn't think I forgot about him. I especially hoped to get him to
    join the diaper club since he was so much like myself, obsessed with
    wearing super thick cloth diapers in which their placement upon his
    body was administered primarily by his sister. He was definitely a good
    candidate for joining the club.
    	I decided to call Aaron first. I felt nervous as I wasn't sure if
    he would even be home or still at the number he gave me, for that
    matter. After I dialed and waited a couple rings his sister answered.
    	"Yeah, is Aaron there?" I asked.
    	"Who is this?" she asked.
    	"Tell him I'm Chris, from summer camp," I said. She set the
    receiver down and then, a couple minutes later, Aaron answered.
    	"Hello?" he said.
    	"Aaron! This is Chris!" I said.
    	"Chris! It's you! I'm so glad you called!" he clamored excitedly.
    "I lost your number or I would have called," he apologized. I told him
    not to worry about it. We talked about our summers and I told him about
    our experiences with the diaper ad photo shoots in California. Tony and
    I took both took turns talking to Aaron. We didn't have a speakerphone,
    so this was all we could do. We went into my bedroom and spoke to him
    on the cordless phone.
    	Aaron told us about how much he really enjoyed wearing Thickies
    diapers and how much his sister enjoyed pinning them on him and leaving
    him in his Thickies all day long. He also told us that he was doing a
    summer-long diapers-only marathon, having worn only diapers since he
    shed his shorts at summer camp. As he told me about these episodes I
    developed a strong erection and I rubbed the front of my diapers to
    satisfy these feelings. Tony watched me as I masturbated through my
    diapers in front of him. He smiled as he knew I was very much enjoying
    myself. In the midst of this activity I dropped the phone.
    	"That good, eh?" Tony remarked while I was picking up the phone.
    	"Not your average, everyday phone sex," I said as I smiled at
    Tony. He returned a curious grin. "Not that I've ever called any of
    those numbers, of course," I added.
    	"Sorry, I dropped the phone," I explained to Aaron.
    	"What did you say about phone sex?" he asked me. I felt a little
    embarrassed to explain it to Aaron since I had only known him through
    summer camp and hadn't spoken to him since then. Nevertheless, I told
    him that I was getting off on his telling me about getting diapered in
    Thickies by his sister.
    	"Wanna hear more?" he asked me, now knowing that I was enjoying
    his story enough to be worthy of jacking off to.
    	"Sure," I said. At this point I held the phone and listened to
    Aaron describe his summer-long diapers-only marathon while Tony
    finished jacking me off. Aaron increased the emphasis on key words and
    phrases such as "diapers", "shit-filled" and "thick and white" as he
    heard me moan and groan. Tony was jacking himself off at the same time,
    getting off on getting me off. Within another minute I came in my
    diapers. I let Tony rub me a few more times before I asked him to stop
    when my penis became very tender and sensitive. I then handed the phone
    to Tony so that Aaron could help Tony to ejaculate. I felt Tony's stiff
    dick through his diaper, which was very wet, and I stroked it
    vigorously. It didn't take long for him to come, either.
    	Aaron had just turned eleven and he wasn't old enough to come
    yet. Having no brothers and not being able to trust anyone else he knew
    to talk about sex, including his father, he asked me what it feels like
    when you get old enough to play with yourself. I told him all the
    wonderful ways it feels so good. I figured this was a good time to tell
    him about the diaper club, where he would undoubtedly become more aware
    of his sexual feelings that are brought on by wearing diapers. It was
    no surprise that he was not merely just very interested in joining, but
    quite elated to become a member. I asked him if there was any way he
    could come over so that we could discuss it in more detail as well as
    answer his questions about sex and the sexual development of boys'
    bodies.
    	"Well, I can't leave the house since I don't have any pants to
    wear," Aaron told me.
    	"That doesn't stop Tony and me from going out on our bikes in our
    diapers," I said. "But then, you live three miles away, too."
    	Aaron added that, just to ensure that he would not cheat on his
    shooting for a record summer-long diapers-only marathon, his sister
    locked away his pants at an unknown location away from his house. I had
    to admit that he took things even farther than my own sisters did, who
    at least kept my pants at home.
    	"Tell you what, we'll go over there if I can talk my sister Lisa
    into driving me over there after she gets off work at 5:00," I told
    Aaron.
    	"Sounds good, I'll be here," he said. "All thickly diapered up,
    as always," he said. Over the phone I could hear him slapping his
    plastic pants.
    	In the meantime we also called Nathan and talked to him for a few
    minutes. He was a little closer, but still a bit of a jaunt to go there
    on a bike. He, too, had some good stories to share. Since Tony and I
    had each spent half a day's worth of sperm on Aaron's diaper
    experiences, we weren't as inclined to jack off to Nathan's summer
    diaper stories, although they were still just as worthy of jerking off
    over.
    	We told Nathan about the diaper club, and he too, was
    enthusiastic about joining. His older brother was also interested,
    being a diaper-wearer himself. With this, we were up to having seven
    boys, including Tony and myself, who were either official members or
    had pledged to join the Diaper Boys of America. We didn't arrange a
    time to visit them, but we planned to do it sometime soon.
    	The rest of the boys we had contact information on-- Vic, Craig,
    Jake, and Jonny-- could only be contacted via mail. Since Jonny lived
    too far away he would never be able to attend the meetings, so that
    eliminated him. Jake and Craig also lived way across town, so we
    weren't too certain about them, either, but we decided to contact them
    anyway along with Vic. As for Billy the Bible thumper, well, asking him
    to join the diaper club would be like him asking me to come to his
    church with him. We both had two things in common, we both wore diapers
    and we both believed in God, just that each of us was far more fervent
    about one than the other and they didn't match up.
    	Next, Tony and I had an errand to run in preparation for the
    upcoming orientation meeting. As part of the ceremonies to be carried
    out at the first meeting, each of the boys was to destroy either a
    real, actual toilet, or a symbol that represented a toilet or toilet
    training, as stated per club guidelines. Ultimately, I would have liked
    to get a hold of several old toilets somehow and smash them all up with
    a sledgehammer. I would watch in much delight to see several toilets
    all become reduced to a pile of pulverized porcelain pieces. Obviously
    this option was out since the membership dues to be collected were not
    nearly enough to buy several toilets. I knew where to get at least one
    toilet, all right, but my sisters and my parents still needed to use it
    and they wouldn't be too happy with me if I took the toilet out of our
    bathroom.
    	Instead, I had to make due with some other representation of a
    toilet or toilet training. I wish I had some clay or porcelain models
    of toilets, or even plastic models, something like this. Even this
    would have been expensive, however, not to mention difficult to find.
    The closet at the end of the hall contained lots of memorabilia
    commemorating the failing efforts of two highly frustrated parents to
    toilet train their son, whose expectations were heightened by the early
    and successful toilet training of their two daughters born beforehand.
    Mostly, this collection of ploys used in an attempt to sucker me out of
    wearing diapers consisted of several books and a couple videos. I
    wanted to destroy the books, but this wouldn't have been right and my
    parents would never allow me to do so, even though the books brought us
    all bad memories. My Mom had reportedly destroyed a couple of the books
    herself out of exasperation, as it was. Lisa told me about this a
    couple times, which I then confirmed when I asked Mom about it.
    	Tony and I decided to make photocopies from one of the toilet
    training books. We would then burn these photocopies at the meeting in
    a ceremonious fashion. I decided to use copies of the cover to the
    infamous toilet training book titled "No More Diapers". At age three I
    knew exactly what that damn book was for and I cried every time Mom or
    Dad got it out and tried to read it to me. I put up such a fuss and
    screamed at them, "I don't wanna use the potty!!!" What terrible
    memories that book brought me, along with all others! I now took great
    pleasure in reminiscing upon my resistance and my steadfast refusal to
    be suckered into giving up my diapers.
    	Since Tony had his shorts available to him I gave him some money
    to run down to the supermarket and run off a couple dozen copies of the
    book cover. He slipped his shorts on over his sodden diaper and left.
    He returned several minutes later with twenty copies, which we decided
    would probably be enough for now.
    	For the rest of the afternoon Tony and I sat at the computer and
    worked together as we wrote a letter to send out to the other boys,
    hoping that they would respond and would want to join the club. We
    printed out copies of the letter and dropped them in envelopes and
    raided a few stamps from Mom's supply. Then in just our diapered
    attire, Tony and I both hopped on our bikes and rode down to the
    mailbox on the corner and dropped off the letters. Our being in diapers
    nearly caused a wreck as one driver couldn't help but gawk. Next it was
    back to the house to cool off and wait for Lisa to get home from work.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 72
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    	It was about 5:20 when Lisa came home from her job at the pizza
    parlor. From the way she looked when she came in the door it didn't
    look like she was in a good mood. This wasn't good for Tony and me as
    she probably wasn't up to driving us over to Aaron's house.
    	"What's wrong?" I asked Lisa asked she threw down the visor that
    they had her wear while on the job.
    	"Shut up, shit-butt!" she said.
    	"Sorry, I just asked what was wrong," I said.
    	"You'll find out when you start working for the public!" Lisa
    said. She went into the bathroom and then into her room to change back
    into her regular clothes. She grabbed a soda from the refrigerator and
    then sat down and brushed her long hair back as she clicked on the
    television to watch a rerun of "Full House."
    	Tony and I sat there silently, wondering if or when to ask Lisa
    to drive us over to Aaron's house. At the commercial break she knew I
    wanted to ask her something as I was looking at her.
    	"What? What do you want. Chris? If you need a diaper change-- and
    I can tell you do-- then just wait and I'll do it," she said. Had Cindy
    been there she would have likely passed us off to her. "I just need a
    few minutes to de-stress."
    	"Is that what was wrong?" I asked Lisa.
    	"Yeah, right before I left these stupid idiots come in and order
    and forget to tell me that they have coupons and then yell in my
    fucking face when I charge them full price, like it's my fault they had
    their heads up their ass! Then they argued over the amount they should
    get off, and then I argued back at them over it, then my manager
    bitched me out for this and said to 'always treat the customer like
    they're right.' Bullshit! I'm beginning to hate that job, but I need to
    save and get my own car."
    	We decided to wait until Lisa had a chance to calm down and get
    settled in before asking her. By 6:00 her show was over with and she
    was ready to change my diapers. She got up from the couch and told me
    she was ready to change me.
    	I took my position on the changing pad and she began removing the
    diapers. While she was wiping up the big pile of densely compressed
    stools clinging to my butt I asked her if she would mind driving Tony
    and I someplace.
    	"Look, Chris," she said as she stopped wiping me momentarily
    while holding a soiled wipe in her hand. "I want to make it clear right
    now that I am not going to be your taxi service, just because I have a
    driver's license-- especially when I get my own car. Where do you guys
    need to go, anyway?"
    	"A new friend's house," I said. "Well, actually we met him at
    summer camp and then Tony and I called him today to see if he wants to
    join the club, so we wanted to go over there and show him the materials
    and stuff."
    	"Oh, so you're recruiting more boys for your diaper club, eh?"
    Lisa said. "And you want me to drive you two around to everyone's
    house?"
    	"Well, just this one time, maybe a couple more times, depending
    on who we get interested in it. Plee-ease?"
    	"So how will all your members make it to your meetings?" Lisa
    asked. "Better hope somebody who's old enough to drive joins your
    club."
    	"So, that's a no?" I asked Lisa.
    	"That's a no," Lisa answered firmly as she "wrote" the letters N-
    O on my shirt with her finger. "I just don't want to get involved in
    driving you guys all around," Lisa said.
    	"But you like seeing all us boys in diapers and you think we all
    look cute in them. Just think of what you'll get out of it if you help
    us out."
    	"I like changing you boys' diapers, and I like seeing you and
    your friends romp around in your diapers, but I'm not going to start
    picking everyone up and dropping them off every time you have a
    meeting. Your stinky butts will all make the car smell bad after
    awhile, too."
    	Tony and I sighed as we realized in resignation that we would
    have to bike our way over to Aaron's house instead.
    	"Mom and Dad will be home soon, anyway," Lisa said. "Ask Mom to
    drive you over there."
    	A few minutes later Mom and Dad got home from work. After they
    got settled in I asked Mom if she could drive us to Aaron's house,
    explaining where it was located. In addition I explained to her that he
    was one of the boys we met at summer camp and wanted to show him the
    materials for the diaper club.
    	"Can't you do it tomorrow?" Mom asked us. "You'll have all day
    then."
    	"Well, I suppose we could," I said. "But we wanted to make it
    over there tonight."
    	"Chris, it's three miles, maybe more," my Mom said.
    	"We can handle it," I said.
    	"It's not that, Chris," Mom said. "You haven't had your dinner
    yet, and by the time you get there and get talking to this boy, it'll
    be dark."
    	"Okay," I sighed. "We'll do it tomorrow. Can Tony at least stay
    for dinner, too?"
    	"He might as well; he's already here," my Mom said.
    	After Tony called his Mom to tell her he was staying for dinner I
    called Aaron to tell him that we wouldn't be over at his house until
    tomorrow. He was disappointed, of course, but otherwise cool about
    this, and he looked forward to our arrival then. In the meantime Cindy
    had gotten home from her babysitting job and we all sat down to have
    dinner together. Afterwards Tony and I played around in the back yard
    in our diapers until the sun started to go down. Mom then ran him home.
    	At about 10:00 the next morning I was ready to go to Tony's house
    and then we would both go to Aaron's. Before I left I still needed to
    get my diapers changed from the night before. Lisa had to be to work at
    11:00. She was in her work uniform, smelling of pizza, when she took me
    into my bedroom for a diaper change. Lisa brought out a big stack of
    diapers like she always did. She then diapered me up as heavily as she
    did yesterday when I went to register for school, ensuring that Aaron
    and his sister would be impressed by the amount of diapers I had on.
    She also let me wear the same pair of shorts that I had on yesterday,
    the ones that were cut so high that they exposed the bottom two inches
    of my diapered butt.
    	I grabbed the D.B.A. Diaper Club binder and took along a couple
    bottles of pop and a camera to take pictures of Aaron in his diapers. I
    put all this in my backpack that I normally used for school. I headed
    straight over to Tony's house, where he joined me. We both headed out
    of the neighborhood and made the big trek across town. A couple of
    motorists passing by got a good glimpse of my diapers bulging out of
    the high cut and narrow-crotched shorts as I was riding my bike with my
    diapered butt sticking up off of the seat. A couple of them even honked
    as they went by us on the busy street.
    	It took us about twenty minutes to get to Aaron's house. Aaron's
    sister answered the door. She looked to be about Cindy's age, maybe
    older, perhaps closer to Lisa's age. She had long straight hair and
    glasses. She was also dressed for the hot day that it was, which helped
    to reveal her endowments.
    	"Hi guys," she said. She knew who we were just by noting how my
    diapers were sticking out of every opening all around my shorts.
    	"You must be Chris and Tony," she said.
    	"How'd you know?" Tony asked her.
    	"His big diapers were a good clue," she said as she pointed to my
    very ineffectively concealing shorts. "Your diapers, too," she added as
    Tony's Thickies was sticking out well above his shorts.
    	"I'm Diane, by the way," she said as she introduced herself and
    shook each of our hands. Given what Aaron must have already told Diane
    about the diapers that I wore, she knew that I was Chris.
    	"I take it you're here to see Aaron," she said as she brushed
    back her long hair.
    	"Yeah, I hope so," I said as I wiped my brow of sweat and was
    still recovering from the nonstop ride. "We only rode three miles from
    our houses to get here."
    	"I'd like to know how you rode your bike all that way in those
    thick diapers," she said to me as she pulled on the belt loop of my
    shorts to expose even more of my diapers. She also slowed her speech
    down and emphasized the last two words as she said that last sentence.
    	"Not that I would want to find out, for myself, of course," Diane
    added. She was just like my own two sisters, clarifying that she did
    not have any desire to wear diapers like her brother did.
    	"Aaron *is* here, isn't he?" Tony asked Diane.
    	"Oh yes, he's always here," Diane said with a smile. "He doesn't
    have anything to wear over his diapers, so he can never leave the house
    like you boys can."
    	"Well, actually, I'm the same way, and most of the time I can't
    go anywhere, either for the same reason," I said. "At least not very
    far."
    	"He had to borrow those shorts from his sister," Tony mentioned.
    	"Good thing she wears shorts that a boy can wear, too," Diane
    said. "So, you're in just your diapers most of the time, too?" Diane
    asked, sounding excited.
    	"As much as possible," I said. Tony nodded in agreement.
    	"Good, then you boys shouldn't have any problems with our 'Dress
    Code for Boys' around here," Diane said.
    	"And what would that be?" Tony asked, even though we had a good
    feeling that it would involve being in just diapers.
    	"You can wear anything you want, except pants or shorts, and of
    course, you have to have diapers on, LOTS of diapers!
    	At this point another girl came to the door. I presumed she was
    another one of Aaron's sisters, though I recalled that he only
    mentioned having one sister. She looked to be about six or seven.
    	"Are you guys here to see Aaron?" the girl asked us.
    	"Nope, we're diaper salesmen," Tony said sarcastically.
    	"Then you should talk to Diane's brother, since he's the only one
    who wears diapers around here now," the girl said with a smile. The
    girl didn't acknowledge Diane—whom I presumed was Aaron's sister, as
    her own sister.
    	"They *are* here to see Aaron, Brittany," Diane said to the
    younger girl. Diane then introduced me to the girl and explained that
    she was one of her two cousins who were staying with them that weekend.
    	"See their diapers, see them?" Diane said to Brittany as she
    pointed to me. Diane then grabbed my shirt and lifted it up to make
    sure Brittany would see even more my diapers. Brittany giggled.
    	"I see his diapers," Brittany answered. They're sticking out
    everywhere, even his butt!"
    	"Do all boys wear diapers?" Brittany asked me.
    	"If I had it my way they would," I told her with a militant tone
    In my voice which spoke of my hatred towards boys being forced out of
    diapers by the evils of toilet training. She smiled back.
    	"You boys are silly, wanting to wear diapers!" she said.
    	"What did you mean by saying that Aaron is the only one who wears
    diapers *now?*" Tony asked with an air of concern in his voice. I was
    concerned, too, thinking that perhaps she, or maybe Diane, had worn
    diapers until recently.
    	"Oh, she meant that Kayla, my youngest sister, is out of diapers
    now and she's potty trained," Brittany said. "We told her that only
    boys wear diapers after they're three and she'd turn into a boy if she
    was in diapers on her third birthday, so this helped get her potty
    trained while she was still two."
    	"Aaron told Brittany to tell that to Kayla," Diane said to me.
    	"I was two when I was potty trained," Brittany declared proudly.
    "I was told the same thing and thought, 'I don't wanna be a boy, and I
    don't wanna wear diapers!' So now I don't!"
    	Tony and I enjoyed listening to the girls brag about being toilet
    trained unlike Aaron. Diane then asked to see the binder that I was
    holding, so I let her look at it.
    	"Hmm, interesting, a diaper club," Diane said. "Aaron will
    definitely LOVE this!"
    	"We love it, that's why we started it, well, started it here,
    anyway," I said. Both Diane and Brittany looked at the binder together,
    quickly leafing through the pages. Kayla was curious, although she
    coudln't read. She did like the pictures of all the diapered boys in
    it, though. We realized that we had been here several minutes and had
    yet to see Aaron. We were hoping he'd have come to the door by now.
    	"So can we see Aaron?" I asked the girls.
    	"You gotta take your shorts off first, boys," Diane said.
    "Remember the dress code for boys here."
    	"Yeah, that means you boys can't wear anything but DIAPERS!"
    Brittany said as she started giggling.
    	While standing at the front door Tony and I removed our shorts
    before the girls. Both of them watched intently as both Tony and I
    compliantly removed our shorts and exposed our diapers in their
    entirety. Our shorts were lying before our feet, completely removed
    from our bodies.
    	Brittany quickly bent down and snatched up Tony's shorts.
    	"I got his shorts!" she said as she held them in her hands. Diane
    followed and did the same with mine.
    	"And I got his!" Diane said.
    	"Now you boys can come in," Diane said as she and Brittany led us
    into the house.
    	"Uh, we *do* get our shorts back, don't we?" I asked Diane while
    watching Brittany carry off our shorts to an unknown location within
    the house.
    	"Maybe," she said. "Some boys have left this house never to see
    their pants or shorts again," Diane said. "But since you're first-time
    visitors, we'll make sure you get them back when you leave."
    	We were then greeted by Kayla, who came up to us.
    	"You in di-pees!" she articulated the best she could as she
    pointed to us and especially my massive diapers.
    	"Yeah, we're in diapers, all right," I said. "Big, thick ones,
    too! Lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of diapers!" I continued
    as I showed Kayla how many layers of cloth were stacked into my crotch.
    	"You boys, you boys!" she said. "Boys wear di-pees!"
    	"That's right, Kayla," Diane said. "They're boys, and aroundhere,
    boys wear diapers!"
    	"I'm a girl!" Kayla said. She pulled down her shorts to show us
    her Beauty and the Beast panties.
    	"I got 'dese for goin' paw-ty!" she said proudly.
    	"That's nice," I said, though I didn't really care that they were
    "Beauty and the Beast" panties. I was just glad they weren't diapers.
    	"I'm a girl!" she said. "'Dese are for big girls!" she said as
    she again tried to draw our attention to her panties.
    	"We'll stick to plain white boys' diapers, thank you," I said.
    	"Cuz you boys, you wear di-pes!" she said. She then asked us a
    question that neither Tony nor I could make out, so Brittany translated
    for us.
    	"She's asking if you two used to be girls and then became boys
    for not using the potty," Brittany interpreted her youngest sister.
    	"No, Kayla, they've always been boys, just like Aaron," Diane
    said.
    	"Air-won is my cousin!" Kayla said. "He wears di-pees! He's a
    boy!"
    	It was clear that Kayla had developed some very strong notions
    about diapers only being worn by boys who were over three years old.
    Seeing Tony and I in diapers would definitely serve to reinforce this
    notion. We were happy with it.
    	"So where's Aaron?" I asked.
    	"In his room," Diane said.
    	"Does he know were here?" Tony asked.
    	"He knows somebody's here," Diane said. "He just never comes out
    of his room until he knows who it is, since he's in diapers all the
    time, of course."
    	"So, can we see him?" I asked.
    	"As soon as you either remove your shirt or tuck it into your
    diapers," Diane said. "Your diapers have to show *completely!*
    	"I don't like going around without a shirt," I said.
    	"Then tuck it in," Diane said. "Here, I'll do it for you."
    	Diane walked around me and tucked my shirt down inside my
    diapers. She seemed to spend extra time when she was standing behind me
    and tucking my shirt in from the back.
    	"Nice butt," she said. She patted it, which I was expecting her
    to do. I determined that patting diapered butts was one of those
    universally irresistible urges among girls whose brothers and other
    similarly-aged male counterparts wear diapers.
    	Tony decided to remove his shirt to come into compliance with the
    "dress code." His shirt was simply tossed onto the couch where he could
    retrieve it at any time. As for our shorts, who knew what the girls did
    with them.
    	"He's got a disposable on," Brittany pointed out as she came back
    to the front room without our shorts. "He has to wear cloth diapers,
    huh?"
    	"That's right, Brit," Diane said. "Seeing that he needs a change,
    anyway, I think this can be arranged."
    	"If you don't mind, I prefer disposables," Tony said.
    	"Don't you like all that thick cloth all over your butt like your
    friend Chris does?" Diane asked, pointing out the protruding mass of
    white cotton surrounding me.
    	"I've tried it, and it's okay once in awhile, but well--"
    	"So let's make this a 'once in a while', shall we?" Diane said.
    She was determined to get Tony into cloth diapers and thus within the
    dress code.
    	"I brought my own diapers, and I can change myself," Tony said
    nervously. In spite of this, I could see from the tent in the front of
    his diaper that this was getting him excited.
    	"I can tell that you want us to diaper you," Diane said as she
    noticed that Tony had a hard-on. Now I was getting a little envious
    knowing that only Tony was going to get changed by Diane. They surely
    couldn't tell that I had a raging hard-on as well, nor the fact that my
    diapers were wet. I knew I would be messy sooner or later and I may
    need a change then.
    	"Let's go to Aaron's room and we'll take care of you there,"
    Diane said. With this she led Tony and me up the stairs to Aaron's
    bedroom.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 73
    ---------------------------

    	Diane knocked on the door to Aaron's bedroom and Tony and I
    waited for him to answer.
    	"Who is it?" Aaron asked.
    	"Your diaper friends are here!" Diane said.
    	"Is it Chris and Tony?" he asked.
    	"Yep!" she answered.
    	Aaron then came to the door and opened it. He was very heavily
    diapered as I was expecting to see him. His diapers were as thick as
    mine usually were at home, although he appeared to have additional
    layers added to the seat of his diapers, which made his already
    conspicuously diapered butt stand out even more. His diapers also came
    up much higher on him than my diapers did on me, and mine came up
    pretty high. In fact, his diapers almost touched his armpits! Aaron's
    diapers were loaded with diaper pins stuck into nearly every possible
    point where the fabric layers were joined together. A solid ring of
    pins bound his diapers to his shirt, which had been cut short so that
    it would not cover more than an inch or so of his diapers. His diapers
    were just plain loaded, too, as I could tell from the shit odors that
    managed to penetrate the seemingly infinite bunches of cloth that
    surrounded his small body.
    	"Hi guys," he said as he greeted us. "Did you come over here like
    that?" he asked me.
    	"I had shorts on," I told him.
    	"He *had* shorts on, that is," Diane stated. "But Brittany and I
    took care of that problem." Diane gave me this fiendish sort of grin.
    	"So tell me about this diaper club you want me to join," Aaron
    asked us excitedly.
    	"In a minute," Diane said. "First, let's get Tony into the proper
    diapers."
    	Aaron invited us into his bedroom. Like me, he also slept in a
    crib, which was no surprise to me nor Tony. While I had a few crude
    drawings that I made of very amply diapered boys on my walls as well as
    selected diaper ads from magazines and several photographs of myself in
    diapers, the walls of Aaron's bedroom were almost completely covered
    with such depictions. In addition to having several pictures of himself
    in his diapers all on one wall, the other walls contained several
    drawings and paintings of diapered boys, often accompanied by girls who
    were notably lacking such bulky attire. His artistic skills surpassed
    mine and he put me to total shame.
    	"What do you think of my artwork?" Aaron asked us as he showed us
    his impromptu art gallery.
    	"You did all these?" I asked him. Aaron nodded proudly.
    	"Damn, you're good," I said, noting all the fine detail he was
    capable of reproducing on paper. I closely examined one of his
    paintings. It showed a group of boys playing soccer in their diapers,
    being cheered on by a group of girls and women standing on the
    sidelines wearing the typical baggy shorts like the ones that I had
    seen Cindy wear at her games. Aaron accurately reproduced every subtle
    hue and nuance of the boys' diapers, capturing each crease and fold of
    their diapers in stunning detail. The shadows were so realistic and
    accurately rendered to the ambient lighting in the image that I thought
    some of the paintings were photographs.
    	"Do you write stories, too?" I asked Aaron.
    	"Some, mostly about myself," he said. "But I do better at art
    than writing," he added.
    	"Then maybe we can combine our talents," I suggested. "I write
    better than I draw."
    	With this, Aaron said he would like to read the stories that Tony
    and I have written and that he would gladly illustrate them for us.
    	Meanwhile, Diane had escorted Tony to the large changing table
    that was set next to Aaron's crib. Tony compliantly followed Diane and
    took his position on the changing table. He appeared unashamed,
    actually very content in spite of the fact he had only known Diane for
    the last fifteen minutes or so. Tony lay there as Diane began to remove
    his soggy disposable diaper. As she took off Tony's diaper she revealed
    his fully erect penis. It stood tall and straight, its skin fully
    stretched out, exposing the intricate network of veins, arteries and
    capillaries contained within it. The head of his dick was swollen with
    a purplish hue. Diane was impressed by the magnificence of his large
    dick, having never before seen up close a boy's anatomy at its pubic
    stage of development and in such a near orgasmic state of arousal.
    Brittany and Kayla, of course, were also getting to see such large boy
    genitalia for the first time. Diane's admiration for Tony's tool made
    me wish she were changing my diapers, too. I was rubbing the front of
    my diapers without thinking about the fact that Diane, Brittany and
    Kayla were all watching me. They grinned at me to acknowledge that they
    caught me in the act. I immediately stopped upon this realization.
    	"That's okay, the girls see Aaron do it all the time, and they
    know why," Diane told me.
    	"Aaron, this is what you have to look forward to in a couple
    years," Diane pointed out Tony's big dick to her brother.
    	"I know," he said while smiling. "I saw Chris and Tony naked
    while at summer camp, remember?" he said.
    	"Oh yeah, he he, silly me, of course, I didn't think about that.
    Well, anyway, I'd better diaper you up, Tony, before you pull your
    trigger, if you know what I mean." Tony smiled.
    	I was having mixed feelings at this moment. While I enjoyed
    watching Diane wipe and then powder up Tony's genitals, I also felt
    envious. It made me wish Megan were here to do the same thing to me. I
    tried to dismiss this feeling and decided to just enjoy the show. I
    figured sooner or later Diane would probably get to change my diapers
    anyway if I came over here often enough.
    	Diane then called for Brittany, who had left the bedroom to use
    the bathroom like a good girl should. Brittany then came back into the
    bedroom. She continued to demonstrate how she was impressed by Tony's
    wondrous wand.
    	"Why do you have such a big weenie?" Brittany asked Tony.
    	"The same reason I have boobs," Diane said as she turned around
    to Brittany and held her breasts. "It's one of those things that
    happens to boys when they get older, except they don't get boobs, they
    just get bigger dicks."
    	Brittany then laughed.
    	"Mom says to not use that word. She says it's a penis."
    	"Well, your mom isn't here, so we can call them dicks," Diane
    said.
    	"Go get some diapers," Diane commanded her cousin. "Get a whole
    bunch! Just like we put on Aaron this morning!"
    	Brittany went to the closet and opened it. The shelves inside of
    it were well stocked with diapers.
    	"We'll need to use the largest ones, so just bring those and the
    next size down," Diane instructed Brittany.
    	"Will Aaron's diapers fit me?" Tony asked.
    	"Of course they will," Diane said. "You see, we have a system. We
    always buy new diapers that are way too big for Aaron, but they fit
    because of all the other smaller diapers we put on underneath the new
    diapers. This ensures that Aaron always has gleaming white diapers on
    top. As Aaron gets bigger, we get him bigger diapers and use the older
    ones underneath. The diapers that we're putting on him next to his butt
    now are the same ones we used on top of his diapers when he was six
    years old when he first got put into diapers. They're really old and
    dirty and stained, so it's a good thing he wears them underneath his
    newer, bigger and cleaner looking diapers."
    	"That's how my sisters do it," I explained. "Although they don't
    put quite as big of diapers on top."
    	"They should," Diane suggested.
    	Brittany then brought over the first of two big stacks of
    diapers. Brittany then started folding the diapers. Her hands moved
    with flawless precision as she almost magically transformed each square
    of the cloth into a neatly folded diaper with the layering evenly and
    amply stacked in the right places. She then handed the diapers to Diane
    to wrap around Tony. They continued this routine and put several
    diapers on Tony, each of them complete with an ample number of pins.
    They continued folding diapers and diapering Tony with the larger,
    whiter diapers. By the time they were done Tony had on the thickest
    diapers I had ever seen him wear.
    	"What do you think?" I asked Tony.
    	"I don't know how you do this, Chris," he replied as he looked
    down at the plethora of cloth bulging out from his crotch. "You wear
    mega-diapers like this all the time, but I'm just not used to wearing
    an entire plantation like you are."
    	We all laughed at his remark.
    	"But it does feel good," he added.
    	Diane then put a huge pair of plastic pants on Tony. Tony then
    tried to get up off of the changing table, but the huge bulk of his
    diapers made this difficult for him to do.
    	"I feel like I have pillows wrapped around me," he remarked as he
    lay back down.
    	"Well, in a way, you do," Diane remarked. "You'll get used to
    it." Diane then whispered something to Brittany, but I couldn't tell
    what she said. Brittany left the room for a moment and then returned
    with a camera. It was a really nice camera, too, like one that a
    professional would use.
    	Tony got up on his hands and knees, positioning himself perfectly
    for Diane to slap him on the butt. While Diane was doing this, Brittany
    took a picture of it.
    	"Sorry, I just had to do that, since you look so cute all
    diapered up," Diane said. "Diapered Aaron's way, that is," she added.
    	"Here, give me that camera," Diane said as she took it from
    Brittany.
    	"Hold it!" Diane shouted to Tony while was still on his hands and
    knees. "Don't get down yet."
    	With this, Diane took several pictures of Tony while he was on
    the changing table and after he had gotten down from it. She also took
    several pictures of me, asking me to pose in various positions. Aaron
    then joined us for a couple shots.
    	"That's a fancy camera," I commented.
    	"Our parents own a camera store which has its own photo lab,"
    Diane explained. "They let us use one of their old cameras and then we
    develop the film there, so nobody else sees the pictures we take of my
    brother in his diapers."
    	"Great!" I thought as I had learned of this. I figured as long as
    Aaron and his sister had access to such high-grade photography
    equipment and could process their own film, we could take pictures of
    all the club members and our diaper activities without being afraid of
    what someone else might think if we were to develop the pictures by
    dropping them off at the supermarket. I was definitely feeling good
    about having Aaron in our diaper club.
    	While Tony was getting diapered and I was watching, Aaron had
    done a quick sketch of the scene. Tony and I were both impressed by his
    ability to draw the scene right there and then.
    	"This is good," I said as I picked it up.
    	"You can have it if you want," Aaron said. "I was just using it
    for practice."
    	I decided that since the drawing showed Tony, I decided to give
    it to him instead.
    	"Drawing is my hobby," Aaron said. He then pulled out a notebook
    full of other pieces he had done. There must have been at least a
    hundred drawings in just this one notebook, and he had several other
    notebooks, too. All of them showed boys in diapers. Some of the scenes
    I recognized from other sources such as magazine ads or movies or TV
    shows with prominent boy characters in them. Others were simply created
    entirely from his own imagination. He even admitted that he had used
    some of the proofs that he had taken from his parents' photography
    studio to serve as models for his diaper-boy drawings.
    	"Have you *ever* drawn anything that *doesn't* show boys in
    diapers in it?" Tony asked him.
    	"Not really," Aaron replied. "I love drawing diapered boys and
    this is about all I like to draw."
    	"Then we hereby designate you as our official Club Artist," I
    said.
    	"He has to fill out the form and sign it first," Tony said.
    	"Oh yeah, of course," I said. With this I opened the binder and
    let Aaron look through it and read what the club was all about.
    	"This sounds great!" he said with excitement in his voice as he
    read about the club's purpose and its philosophies and all the other
    things that we would be doing.
    	"I wanna sign up!" he said.
    	"Here ya' go!" I said as I pulled out a blank application. Aaron
    filled in all the blanks. When he got to the parts where it asked for
    his measurements without his diapers and with his diapers on he got up
    and left his room. He called on Diane to help him with getting his
    measurements. It was the first time we had seen Aaron try to walk in
    such thick diapers and it was no surprise to us that he had to waddle
    as much as he did.
    	Diane came into the room with a measuring tape and proceeded to
    take Aaron's diapered measurements, which surpassed mine in spite of
    the fact that my body was bigger than his. After we had all these
    numbers filled in I asked Aaron if there was any way we could get his
    diaperless measurements.
    	Diane took one look at me and said, "Do you have any idea how
    long it takes me to get all those diapers and pins on Aaron?"
    	"It takes my sisters awhile, and this is after they've been doing
    it for almost four years," I replied.
    	"Well, I'm up on your sisters by about five years," Diane said.
    	"I've been doing it for two years!" Brittany stated proudly.
    	"And she's good at it, too," Diane acknowledged. "We'll show
    Kayla how to do it, too, when she's a little older."
    	"I can tell you one thing, my sister Kara's sure glad she doesn't
    have to get up a half hour early for school every day just to change my
    diapers," Tony commented.
    	We decided to just make up the numbers for Aaron's diaperless
    measurements since there was no easy way to get to his waistline,
    especially with it being several inches below the top of his diapers.
    He then proceeded to fill out the rest of the application. When he got
    to the part where he had to vow to abdicate any and all responsibility
    to use the toilet he just laughed.
    	"I haven't used a toilet since I was six!" he said.
    	"Eight for me," I said.
    	"Me, too," Tony said.
    	Aaron had no problem meeting any of the membership requirements,
    and upon his signing the final signature blank, he was now a member of
    the D.B.A. Club. He mentioned that he would be at the orientation
    meeting this coming Saturday, the last Saturday before school started.
    	We spent another couple hours with Aaron in his bedroom. Most of
    the time he showed us some 8 x 10's of him in his diapers as well as
    more of his artwork. He drew some pictures of Tony and I while we were
    out in the back yard later on. Diane and Brittany even made us all some
    lunch by the mid-afternoon. After we ate lunch Tony and I decided that
    we should get back home since we still wanted to see about getting over
    to Nathan's house today.
    	Diane agreed to drive us back to my house, being that she was of
    driving age and that she had her parents' pickup truck available to
    them. This made it so that we could put our bikes in the back.
    	"You have to agree to one thing before I drive you back," she
    said.
    	"What's that?" I asked. I had a feeling I knew the answer.
    	"You can't get your shorts back," she said.
    	"You mean for today?"
    	"Ever," she said. I figured that they weren't my shorts to begin
    with, and unless Lisa lost some serious weight in the near future she
    wouldn't have any use for them, either. Tony had a little bit more at
    stake, but he figured it was the end of the summer and he'd outgrow his
    shorts by next year anyway, so he agreed to leave his shorts behind.
    	"Can I get my shirt back?" Tony asked.
    	"I guess," Diane said. With this she grabbed his shirt and handed
    it back to him.
    	"Can I go with them?" Aaron asked.
    	"Sure, as long as you don't mind going out in your diapers,"
    Diane said. "And if you do come, Brittany and Kayla have to come to,
    otherwise, you'll have to stay home and babysit them."
    	"Babysit? BABY-sit?" Brittany protested vehemently. "I'm not a
    BABY, and I don't wear DIAPERS like a BABY, either!"
    	"And I don't wear di-pees, neither!" Kayla followed her big
    sister, crossing her arms to show her assertion.
    	"Okay, okay, let me rephrase that," Diane said. "If Aaron comes
    with me, then you two will have to come, too; otherwise, Aaron will
    have to stay here so YOU two can BOY-sit HIM!"
    	"YEAH!" Brittany shouted. "Or BABY-sit him, since he wears
    DIAPERS like a BABY!"
    	"I wear diapers like a BOY!" Aaron stated.
    	"What's the difference?" Diane quipped. "Are you going or not?"
    	"Well, uhhh, I dunno..." Aaron hesitated for a moment. He was
    reserved about letting anyone see him in his diapers who didn't already
    know him, which was why he stayed in his room until he knew that it was
    Tony and I that were there. Aaron decided to go ahead and join Tony and
    I for the afternoon, knowing that we would be at my house, where
    diapers worn by older boys was obviously nothing new to my sisters and
    my parents.
    	"What about these cloth diapers?" Tony asked as he realized that
    he was leaving Aaron's house in them and that they weren't his diapers.
    	"Leave 'em on," Diane said. "By the time I come pick up Aaron you
    should be ready to be changed out of them."
    	I told Diane where I lived as she got into the pickup. Aaron
    decided to hop up into the front with Diane and the two other girls
    while Tony and I sat in the back with our bikes. Diane then took off
    and headed out of their subdivision and then out into traffic. Tony and
    I felt awkward sitting in the back of a pickup wearing nothing but
    diapers and shirts while in the middle of midtown traffic. We figured
    nobody would see that we had diapers on until a city bus pulled up next
    to us at a red light. No doubt the people riding in it could see what
    Tony and I were wearing. At least it wasn't a school bus full of kids.
    Most of all we were concerned that a policeman may see us, but we
    lucked out and made it out of traffic without incident. In a few
    minutes we were back to my house. In just our diapers, Tony and I
    unloaded our bikes. Aaron got out of the pickup but then he hid behind
    the pickup out of view of the other kids playing nearby.
    	"Ahh come on, don't be shy," I said to him. "Everybody in this
    neighborhood knows I wear diapers as well as Tony."
    	"They don't even know who you are," Tony added. Aaron was still
    shy about letting anyone else see that he had diapers on and we didn't
    push this with him.
    	Cindy then came out to the front to find out what was going on.
    Aaron tried to hide from her.
    	"Who are you?" Cindy asked him, seeing that he was obviously a
    diapered boy.
    	"Who are you?" he asked.
    	"I'm Cindy, Chris' brother," she said. Aaron just stood
    hesitantly.
    	"It's okay, I'm used to seeing my brother in diapers, too. In
    fact, I see him like that every day, and I even change him."
    	Aaron felt a little more at ease now knowing that Cindy was my
    sister and therefore someone he could trust seeing him in diapers.
    	"You look very nice in your diapers," Cindy told him. "You're
    Aaron, right?"
    	"Uh huh," he replied. "How did you know?"
    	"Chris told me about you," Cindy replied. "You're in his little
    diaper club, I take it."
    	"Yeah, I just signed the thing and became a member," he replied.
    	Cindy then met Diane and they shook hands. Immediately they got
    to talking about both having diaper-obsessed brothers to look after. In
    fact, they hit it off rather well and befriended each other. Being that
    Diane was Lisa's age, they, too, would likely become friends upon
    meeting because of the common bond they shared with having daily boy-
    diapering duties. After a few minutes, Diane informed Aaron that she
    would pick him up before dinnertime and left him with us for the rest
    of the day.
    	"Don't worry about changing him," Diane said. "He's got plenty of
    diaper to wet and poop in."
    	"Cuts down on the number of changes, doesn't it?" Cindy said.
    	"That, and we know our brothers just love wearing diapers," Diane
    added. She then took off.
    	Cindy was quite impressed by Aaron's super-diapering.
    	"Wow, I don't think even Chris ever wore this many diapers,"
    Cindy said as she closely examined Aaron's huge padding. She helped put
    Aaron at ease and let him talk about his diaper desires. Cindy also
    liked seeing that Tony had cloth diapers on.
    	Afterwards, Aaron went into my room with Tony and me and I showed
    him my collection of stories and my futile attempts at drawing.
    	"Not bad," he said. I could tell he didn't want to sugar-coat his
    reply and tell me that I was good, but at least he didn't say that I
    sucked. I let him scan through my stories.
    	"I can think of a hundred things to draw from your stories,"
    Aaron said.
    	"You wanna take some of them home with you?" I asked him.
    	"Sure!" he said, eager to not only read the stories but to
    produce some artwork that greatly surpassed mine. Comparing the quality
    of my artwork to Aaron's was like comparing the absorbency of Cindy's
    panties to my diapers. Okay, so maybe my drawings weren't quite *that*
    bad.
    	Aaron reproduced some of the artwork that I had already done. I
    showed him my fake diaper ad I made with the heading that read: YOU
    DON'T CALL YOUR BROTHER THE "LITTLE SHIT" FOR NOTHING. Aaron got a good
    laugh out of this. Within a half hour or so he had reproduced the
    drawing in better detail and accuracy. He then wrote in the mock ad
    copy to finish it.
    	"Thanks," I said as he handed it back to me.
    	"Like I said, this is my hobby," he said.
    	We spent the rest of the afternoon sitting around and talking
    about the fun of wearing and using diapers, since this was about the
    only thing that any of us three could ever think about anyway. Tony and
    I each had big hard-ons that we were so tempted to "entertain" each
    other with, but with Aaron in the room and that he was only ten we
    decided to refrain from acting on our strong boyish urges.
    	Aaron told us some things that we had either forgotten or he just
    never had told us when we were at summer camp. We asked him how kids at
    school treat him.
    	"I'm home-schooled," he answered. "My Mom works in the summer to
    help my Dad, especially since this is their busy time of year with
    doing senior pictures and stuff," he explained. "I'm almost always at
    home and in diapers, so I'm not used to other people seeing me in
    diapers. Before I went to summer camp nobody but my family ever saw me
    in diapers."
    	This made sense and it made Tony and I understand why Aaron was
    so reticent about being seen in diapers in spite of his sheer obsession
    for wearing and using them.
    	Later on we contacted Nathan on the phone, but he wouldn't be
    able to see us until tomorrow, so we agreed on a time to be at his
    house. Lisa came home after work and she got to see Aaron for the first
    time. She, too, was impressed by Aaron's huge diapers as well as the
    fact that Tony had cloth diapers on.
    	"Since when did you start wearing cloth diapers?" she asked Tony,
    who then explained why he had them on. Lisa hoped that he had become a
    full-time cloth diapers convert, but in spite of how good Tony felt
    wearing them, he still preferred his comparatively modest disposable
    diapers.
    	My parents came home from work and they got to meet Aaron as
    well. By now Aaron was getting more comfortable with meeting my family
    since he knew they all saw me in diapers all the time and would
    therefore have no problem with him being in diapers.
    	Since Diane was due to return soon, Tony decided that he'd better
    get changed out of the cloth diapers so that they could be returned to
    Aaron and to get a disposable on. Lisa, Cindy and even myself all got
    involved in removing the diaper pins and the diapers. It was the first
    time and probably the only time that I had ever joined my sisters in
    handling someone else's diapers.
    	"You know, Lisa, in all the years we have been diapering Chris we
    could still learn something from how Aaron's sister diapers him," Cindy
    remarked as she examined the extra layers that had been applied so
    excessively to the seat of Tony's diapers.
    	"We were wondering what made your butt stick out so much more
    than what Chris' diapers normally do, and his butt really sticks out."
    	Tony's diapers were very wet and shit-coated as I would have
    expected to see, being that I had gone unchanged all day and that my
    diapers were in the same foul condition. Lisa and Cindy cleaned Tony up
    and then Lisa put his disposable diaper on.
    	"Ahh, I gotta admit the cloth diapers were fun, but it's nice to
    be able to walk normally, too," he remarked.
    	Diane then showed up to get Aaron while Lisa and Cindy were busy
    changing me. Diane came into my bedroom and saw me lying there naked,
    covered with shit and as stiff-dicked as I could be. I expected
    Brittany and Kayla to be with her, but Diane explained that her parents
    were home from work and were there to watch the girls.
    	Diane then volunteered to show my sisters some diapering
    techniques that involved using my old diapers in conjunction with my
    Thickies. Lisa and Cindy watched intently as they observed Diane's
    actions, pledging to diaper me from now on in the same manner as what
    Diane was demonstrating. As Diane was handling the Thickies she thought
    about getting some for Aaron.
    	"At least this way you don't have to use so many diapers," Lisa
    remarked.
    	"Who said we aren't going to use as many diapers as we do now?"
    Diane remarked. Of course she realized that this would be absolutely
    impossible to do with as thick as the Thickies diapers were. I didn't
    want to tell Lisa or Cindy this, but Diane's diaper job was one of the
    best feeling and best looking I had ever experienced. I could feel the
    extra layers she put in the back of them. Maybe it was the fact that
    Diane wasn't my sister and that I didn't have to feel inhibited with my
    sexual feelings that made it feel as good as it did.
    	By thus time we were getting ready to have our own dinner. Tony
    asked for a ride back to his house, so Diane agreed to do this for him.
    I said goodbye to both Tony and Aaron and then took my spot at the
    dinner table. After dinner I went into my room and I extracted from my
    seemingly perpetually erect dick an entire day's worth of sexual
    tension brought on by seeing Aaron in his super diapers all throughout
    the day. I came into the diapers that Diane put me into, and just
    thinking about her diapering me and the way she diapered me made coming
    into my diapers feel this much better. By then I was tired and ready to
    take a nap while thinking back upon the day.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 74
    ---------------------------

    	"So, who else are you going out to recruit for your diaper club
    today?" Lisa asked me while performing my diaper change and dealing
    with my very messy stack of diapers the next morning.
    	"Nathan," I said. "And his brother."
    	"And then who?" Lisa asked.
    	"That'll be it for now," I said. "Then I'll see if I meet anyone
    at school who may want to join."
    	"Uhh, Chris," Lisa said. "I know it's been a very long time since
    you've seen a boy who *doesn't* wear diapers, and you've probably
    forgotten this and it's gotten lost in that diaper-obsessed head of
    yours, but I just thought I would remind you that in spite of your
    greatest fantasy of all time where every boy in this world wears
    diapers, that most boys, like girls, are, in fact, toilet trained. I
    know that's hard to believe that a boy could be thought of as ever
    using a toilet-- especially after watching Mom and Dad try to train
    you-- but it is true, shocking as it sounds. That's why you see two
    bathrooms at school, one for boys and one for girls."
    	"I know that," I answered back, sounding mildly annoyed at Lisa's
    srcasm. "But it's a big school, and as I have found out, there are more
    boys who wear diapers than I ever thought there was."
    	"So, you wanna make a good impression on Nathan with your diapers
    like you did with Aaron yesterday?" Lisa asked me. At this point she
    had me clean and wiped up and ready for clean diapers. She wanted to
    know how thickly I wanted to be diapered today, not that it mattered
    how I answered since Lisa was going to pile them on heavily as she
    always did anyway.
    	"You have any shorts I can borrow?" I asked Lisa.
    	"What did you do with the pair I gave you yesterday?" Lisa asked.
    	"Uhh, well, let's just say that I don't have them," I explained.
    	"What did you do with them?" Lisa asked me again.
    	"I had to give them up. Diane said we had to give her our shorts
    in order too get a ride home."
    	"Oh, really?" Lisa said. "You realize that those weren't yours."
    	"Yeah, but what do you care?" I said. "I mean, do you think you'd
    ever fit in them again?"
    	Lisa gave me a cold stare as she resented my remark.
    	"Actually yes," Lisa said firmly. "It gives me an incentive to
    lose weight."
    	"Yeah, I've heard that one before," I said to myself, tempted to
    say it aloud. Considering that Lisa was holding an open diaper pin, I
    maintained my silence.
    	"Then when I get back down to the size I'd rather be you can have
    the pants I'm wearing now so you can wear them over your diapers."
    	"I don't ever plan on wearing *that* many diapers," I said.
    	"You never know, Chris," Lisa said. "You may have the same fat
    gene that I have."
    	"But you don't have my diaper genes," I remarked facetiously.
    	"Thank God," Lisa said. "I think that gene only comes with the Y
    chromosome anyway."
    	"So, can I borrow another pair?" I asked Lisa.
    	"Sorry, Chris, but I can't trust you with my shorts anymore,"
    Lisa replied. She continued diapering me, this time applying the
    techniques that Diane had showed Lisa yesterday. My diapers felt even
    thicker with the way Lisa added extra laying into my Thickies using my
    old diapers. My plastic pants fit more snugly over the diapers. When
    Lisa was done I looked down at my diapers and admired the way they
    looked, examining my butt in the mirror.
    	While waiting for Tony to show up I noticed that Lisa hadn't yet
    left for work. I asked her if it was her day off.
    	"No, it's Friday and I have to close tonight," she groaned.
    	"What time do you have to be there?" I asked her.
    	"4:00," she said.
    	"Great, then can you run us over to Nathan's?" I asked her.
    	"I'm not your taxi service, remember?" Lisa said.
    	"I'll give you a pair of your shorts for it," I said jokingly.
    Lisa didn't think this was too funny. She wasn't about to budge, so I
    resigned myself to making a jaunt across the neighborhood and into the
    next one with only diapers to wear.
    	Tony showed up later than I expected him. He appeared at the
    front door with just his T-shirt and diaper, not that this was anything
    new, except that he knew we would be riding a ways on our bikes to get
    to Nathan's house.
    	"You ready?" I asked him.
    	"As ready as I'm gonna get," he said.
    	"You don't have any shorts, either?" I asked Tony.
    	"No, and my Mom said she wouldn't buy me any more shorts. One,
    because summer is almost over and I'd outgrow them anyway, and two; she
    was upset that I let Diane take them away from me."
    	"At least you're not alone," I said. "We've done this before. And
    besides, if we are to properly represent ourselves as the leaders of
    our diaper club, we should have the proper uniform on when seeking out
    new recruits, right?"
    	"You said it," Tony replied.
    	Before we left, Tony and I decided to have a quick lunch, so I
    threw a couple of frozen beef and bean burritos into the microwave.
    This would hold us over for awhile. After eating we went outside and
    hopped on our bikes. We first rode through our own neighborhood where
    just about everyone knew that Tony and I wore diapers and were used to
    seeing us like this, not to say that they ignored us, especially the
    kids, and even more especially the girls. We then ventured into
    uncharted territory as far as going around outside in diapers in broad
    daylight was concerned. We reached the entrance to my subdivision and
    we had to cross a busy street. We were just about ready to cross when
    we discovered that a police car was coming. We quickly turned around,
    hoping that our quick retreat would not draw extra attention to
    ourselves. My thick white diapers contrasted sharply with the navy blue
    shirt I had on, so this probably didn't help matters.
    	There was a berm and a fence at the corner. Tony and I quickly
    rode our bikes up the embankment and we hid behind the fence. We laid
    our bikes down for good measure. I peaked through a small hole in the
    fence and saw the police car slowing down to turn the corner.
    	"Shit, he's turning!" I yelled to Tony. "Get down!"
    	Tony and I lay as low as we could. A small patch of weeds growing
    alongside the fence provided some cover, although this did little to
    camouflage my white diapered butt which seemed to glow in the direct
    sunlight. We couldn't see what was happening and we could only rely on
    what we could hear. We heard the police car slowly crawling by as its
    tires rolled over the loose gravel on the pavement. The car then
    stopped.
    	"Dammit, he's gonna see us," I mumbled to Tony.
    	"Shhh, don't say anything," Tony whispered. As we lay there tense
    and nervous Tony let out a long and juicy fart. It was loud enough to
    be heard from several feet away, and gassy enough to be smelled from
    the same distance, too. While I had cut a few farts of my own from
    eating the burritos, my diapers at least muffled the sound greatly. We
    had no idea if the policeman had gotten out of his car, but neither of
    us was about to sit up to take a peek. At least we didn't hear his car
    door open or close.
    	Suddenly we heard another car round the corner and skid on the
    loose gravel. Its stereo was thumping loudly with rap music and the car
    was likely occupied by a group of rowdy teens. The driver was also
    likely not expecting to see a police car as he took the corner, and
    apparently the cop felt this incident was more important to deal with
    than to look for a couple of kids who were not properly dressed. We
    heard the police car's tires peeling out on the loose gravel as he
    pursued the speeding car that raced into the subdivision. I sat back up
    and looked down the street, where the policeman had stopped the driver
    of the other car. They were several hundred feet away, so the cop
    wouldn't see Tony and I as we got back on our bikes and returned to the
    corner. Several people stared at Tony and I as we stood on the corner
    as they went by. When the street was clear we darted across and resumed
    our ride to Nathan's house.
    	Tony had picked up a wooden stake that he found lying on the
    ground by the fence. It had probably been lying there ever since the
    ground in that area was surveyed. Tony dragged it along people's chain
    link, wrought iron and picket fences as we rode by them. He was also
    hitting street sign poles and even a few mailboxes with the stake. I
    really didn't think much of Tony having the stake at first, but I was
    glad that he had picked it up.
    	We were almost to Nathan's house. We rode past a house where a
    couple boys were playing basketball out in the driveway. It turned out
    that one of the boys was Chuck, not Lisa's ex-piece-of-ass recipient,
    but the Chuck who became mine and Tony's worst enemy at school after we
    thought we had been rid of Sean and Travis. Of course Steve was there,
    too.
    	Tony got their attention unintentionally when he ran his stake
    along the chain link fence in front of their house. It wasn't until we
    were in front of their driveway that we realized that it was them.
    	"Look, Steve, it's the diaper dorks!" Chuck shouted.
    	"Let's go get 'em!" Steve replied.
    	"Shit, let's haul diapered ass!" I told Tony. We kicked it into
    high gear and rode as fast as we could, which was not very easy for me
    to do with all the diapers that I had on. Tony got several feet ahead
    of me and I asked him to slow down a little. I was starting to lose my
    breath from riding so hard.
    	"Too late, Chris," Tony said as he looked behind him. I heard the
    sound of another bicycle behind me and the shadow of its rider was also
    approaching me. I turned around and found myself staring into Chuck's
    ugly face. Steve wasn't too far behind, but all he had was a skateboard
    and he was losing ground.
    	"Nice diapers you got on, little boy!" Chuck said. "You always go
    around like this?"
    	I tried to ignore him and I tried to pedal faster, but it was no
    use. Trying to hold the D.B.A. Diaper Club binder underneath my armpit
    only made things more difficult. Chuck rode up alongside me and tried
    to run me off the sidewalk and into someone's yard. I hit my brakes and
    averted a possible collision. I now realized that Chuck was ahead of
    me. I turned down another street in hopes of losing him, but once again
    he was on my ass like about as much as my diapers were. My diapers were
    full of shit, too, as was Chuck, but that's another story. I had more
    important matters to deal with now.
    	The street ended in a cul-de-sac, and I managed to turn around
    and get away from Chuck, but not for long as he again caught up with me
    and rode alongside me, trying to run me into parked cars. We got back
    to the street we were on, where Steve was waiting on his skateboard.
    Chuck stopped to let Steve get on his bike with him. Meanwhile I caught
    up with Tony, who had also slowed down to wait for me, but yet he also
    had to keep his distance from the two bullies.
    	Tony and I again pedaled as quickly as we could to escape from
    Chuck and Steve, but it was no use. Even with Chuck having to carry the
    weight of Steve on his bike they still gained on us. Chuck tried to
    grab at my binder and take it from me, but I wouldn't let him pry it
    out of my tight-gripping hands. While I was moving the binder to my
    right side, Chuck slammed into me and he made me fall off my bike and
    land on my butt. Even my thick diapers didn't fully cushion the hard
    impact of the concrete as I felt the surface of the sidewalk jarring my
    spine. The diapers did help soften the blow, for without them I would
    have likely been hurt worse. I then tumbled forward and scraped my knee
    on the sidewalk as my body was still sliding. My plastic pants also
    incurred some damage and were torn on the right side of the seat. I
    then tumbled onto the soft grass of someone's front lawn. My plastic
    pants picked up some grass stains as my body skidded to a stop on the
    lawn.
    	"One down, one to go!" Steve shouted as he and Chuck laughed at
    me lying on the ground.
    	"Fuck you!" I shouted and flipped my middle finger at Chuck and
    Steve as they went after Tony. They just laughed at what they had done
    to me.
    	My knee was bleeding from the abrasion and a grass stain ran
    along my calf with some abrasions underneath, but I was otherwise okay.
    I retrieved the binder that I had dropped when I was knocked off my
    bike.
    	A semi-elderly lady then came out of the house to check on me to
    se if I was okay.
    	"Oh. you poor little boy, are you all right?" she asked me as she
    let go of the screen door behind her.
    	"I think so," I said.
    	"Are you hurt?" she asked.
    	"A little, but I'll be okay," I replied.
    	The lady stood before me, her eyes obviously fixed on my diapers.
    I looked up at her while sitting on her lawn with my legs wide open. I
    felt very awkward in my present situation. Seeing that I was okay, the
    lady's disposition turned from concern to surprise and perhaps mild
    disgust for my attire.
    	"What are you wearing, young man?" she asked me.
    	"Uhh, diapers," I said.
    	"Diapers, oh my!" she said. "You're much too old for diapers,
    young lad," she said.
    	"That's what everybody says," I said. "Some older boys like me
    wear them."
    	"Well, then you should show some decency and get some clothes
    on," she said.
    	"Who says diapers aren't clothes?" I said, resenting the lady's
    rebuking me for my lack of pants or shorts. I got up and walked across
    the yard to retrieve my binder which I dropped when I got thrown from
    my bike. Some of the loose papers tucked inside the front cover were
    strewn about the yard. I had my backed turned to the lady as I bent
    over to gather the loose papers and stick them back in the binder.
    	"You run home and get some pants on right now!" the lady said to
    me while I was retrieving the papers.
    	"I don't have any pants," I said back to her.
    	"You have no pants?" she said in astonishment.
    	"Not until school starts," I said as I got back on my bike.
    	"You kids these days," the lady said as I got back onto my bike
    and rode away from her. After I had ridden a couple hundred feet away I
    looked behind me and I could see that the lady was still standing in
    her yard staring in disbelief and watching me ride my bike in just my
    diapers.
    	I hurried to catch up with Tony. I know he would have waited for
    me, but he had to look after himself and try to get away from the
    bullies. I looked ahead of me and I could see that Chuck and Steve were
    gaining on him. I caught up with them, but I stayed at a safe distance
    to avoid attracting attention from them.
    	Chuck and Steve had caught up with Tony, who was now trying to
    avoid them or fight them off. Chuck and Steve were trying to run Tony
    off the sidewalk as well. At one point they made him run into the side
    of a parked car, but this didn't stop Tony.
    	I didn't think we could ever lose these pricks, but then Tony
    executed a bold move that got them off our asses. He took the stake
    that he had been carrying and he threw it right into the front wheel of
    Chuck's bike. He had to be quick and not give the other boys any
    warning by letting them see what he was going to do. It was his only
    shot, his only bullet in the chamber, so to speak, and had he missed he
    would have only made things worse. Fortunately Tony's aim and his
    timing was just right. The spokes got caught on the stake and it jammed
    up the wheel, causing the bike to come to an abrupt stop, throwing off
    of it both Chuck and Steve.
    	"Two down, *zero* to go!" I shouted at them as I rode by. They
    flipped us off and threatened to kill us, but Tony and I raced far
    ahead of them and we turned down another street, hoping to have lost
    them at this point.
    	"Diaper boys, two; assholes, zero," Tony said as we high-fived
    each other while riding alongside each other.
    	"Are you okay?" Tony asked me as he looked at my scraped-up knee.
    	"Yeah, I'll be okay, I'm a big boy in some ways, *some* ways,
    that is. Nathan's probably got something at his house to treat it," I
    said as we approached his house. We were glad just to have made it to
    his house given the adventure that getting there had turned out to be.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 75
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    	We hurried as fast as we could to get out of sight of Chuck and
    Steve, and once we had taken the next corner we were in the clear. As
    their bike was momentarily incapacitated by Tony's brave heroic deed,
    we didn't expect them to catch us now. Still, as we waited for someone
    to answer the door at Nathan's house I looked behind me just to be sure
    that we were not being pursued.
    	A moment later Nathan appeared at the door. He was wearing just a
    T-shirt and a nice-sized bunch of Thickies diapers with plenty of pins
    holding them up high over his loins. It was the first time I had seen
    Nathan in cloth diapers. They were undoubtedly Thickies diapers. I
    looked him over, noting how his smooth, bare slender legs and his whole
    body were dwarfed by the bunches of white cotton wrapped around and
    well above his small waist.
    	"Hey guys! You made it!" he said as he greeted us, obviously
    uninhibited by us seeing how he was dressed.
    	"Yeah, barely," Tony said.
    	"What happened?" Nathan asked.
    	"We'll tell you in a moment," I said. "You got something for a
    scraped knee?" I asked him as I pointed out the abrasions that I
    incurred when I was knocked off of my bike.
    	"Sure, come on in," Nathan said as he invited us into his house.
    It felt good just to be in air conditioning again and out of the hot
    sun. Nathan's older brother was sitting in front of the TV. He, too,
    was wearing just cloth diapers of equal thickness and a T-shirt. From
    what I could see he had on Thickies diapers, too. He had his legs
    spread apart as he was sitting, offering an unobstructed view of the
    wide span of the crotch of his diapers. I looked down at his crotch
    where I could see his diapers layered atop each other. They were soaked
    with pee and likely pooped in, too. Nathan introduced us to him. His
    name was Luke and he was eleven years old. He seemed like a nice,
    quiet, but friendly kid. He struck me as a kid who was studious and
    intelligent and didn't have very many friends. His wire-rimmed glasses
    accented my perception of him.
    	"Did you guys really come all the way over here in just your
    diapers like that?" Nathan asked us, seeing that Tony and I clearly had
    no pants on.
    	"Didn't have a choice," I said. "It's all we have to wear until
    school starts."
    	"Same here," Nathan said. Luke looked at us and nodded in
    agreement.
    	"Your mom makes you wear just your diapers most of the time,
    too?" I asked Nathan and his brother.
    	"Nah, they don't do that, but me and my brother just like to go
    around in diapers, so our parents just let us wear diapers around the
    house. Besides, you can't put pants on over these diapers, anyway,
    they're so thick!"
    	"I know, I love it!" I said.
    	Luke noticed the scrape on my knee, seeing that small droplets of
    fresh blood were still coming to the surface.
    	"Shit, what did you do to your knee?" Luke asked me.
    	"Fell off my bike," I said humbly. Trying not to sound like I was
    some klutz, I explained what had happened. "This shit-stain of a jerk
    that I know from school saw Tony and me riding on the way over, and he
    came after me and ran me off the street and made me fall down."
    	"Who is this asshole?" Luke asked indignantly. I was somewhat
    surprised by his language in spite of his bookish demeanor.
    	"Just some kid from school who teases me and Tony for wearing
    diapers."
    	"Tell me about it," Nathan said. "Kids make fun of me all the
    time for wearing diapers," he said. "I don't know anyone at my school
    who wears them."
    	"Maybe we'll get you some friends your age in the diaper club
    that we came over to tell you about," I said. "Yesterday we talked to
    this kid named Aaron, he's ten. Big diaper freak like us," I added.
    Nathan laughed, as did Luke.
    	"Let me get something for that knee," Luke offered as he got up
    and went into the bathroom. He came back out with some alcohol wipes
    and some bandages. I anticipated the sting as Luke applied the wipe to
    my knee.
    	"Oooohhhh," I grimaced and then flinched as I felt the stinging
    sensation of the alcohol going into the wound. At least if it stung I
    felt that it was doing something.
    	Dammit, that hurts," I said. Luke then applied some gauze and
    covered up the scrape.
    	"Thanks," I said to Luke.
    	Meanwhile, Tony and Nathan had gone back outside to move our
    bikes from the driveway into the backyard so that in case Chuck and
    Steve were looking for us they wouldn't see the bikes out front and
    find out where we went. We were on their shitlist for sure after what
    Tony had done to Chuck's bike.
    	Luke offered Tony and me a drink, which we gladly accepted after
    the difficult ride we had coming over here. We went out to the back
    patio and showed Nathan and Luke the binder for the diaper club. They
    looked forward to the meetings and the other activities in which we
    would all be participating. Both Nathan and Luke filled out the
    questionnaires and the membership applications.
    	While Nathan was already far removed from any obligation to use a
    toilet since he had been in diapers all his life, Luke hesitated before
    he signed the bottom line of the application. By signing the
    application, he knew that he was agreeing to stop using the toilet
    completely in order to be recognized as a member of the D.B.A. Diaper
    Club.
    	"What?" Nathan asked Luke, seeing that he wasn't ready to sign
    the application yet.
    	"I'm not sure if I can be a member," he said.
    	"Why's that?" Nathan asked him.
    	"Because I have to stop using the toilet from now on to be a
    member," Luke replied.
    	"So, you haven't used it all summer," Nathan said.
    	"I haven't gone to school all summer, either," he said. "I'm not
    sure if I want to go to school in diapers, especially after what I see
    kids do to you."
    	"Well, to be honest, most everybody thinks you're a dweeb anyway,
    so what have you got to lose?"
    	"Gee, thanks, Nathan," Luke said. "That really boosts my self-
    esteem to hear that," Luke said. "You're not exactly beating the girls
    off of you with a stick yourself."
    	"Yuk! Who wants girls?" Nathan said. "They all say I stink for
    wearing diapers... although some say I'd probably look cute in diapers.
    Some of them even asked me to pull my pants down so that I could show
    them my diapers."
    	Nathan blushed as he said this. I was curious and I asked him
    about it. I didn't think he wanted to say anything about it in front of
    Luke, so he gave me this "I'll tell you later" look.
    	"Face it, you don't have a lot of friends, Nathan, and I don't,
    either," Luke said. "Yes, I know I'm a geek, a nerd, a loser, a dweeb,
    you name it, I'm it. The last thing they need to tease me about is
    wearing diapers."
    	"Think about it, Luke, you don't have anything to lose if you
    don't have any friends," I said to Luke. "Actually, I hope you'll
    consider me and Tony as friends."
    	"You guys seem a lot cooler than anyone else I know, that's for
    sure," he said. "I just don't know if I can commit to wearing diapers
    all the time," he said as he contemplated this decision.
    	"Look through the binder and tell us what you think," I offered.
    Nathan wanted to show us his room, so we left Luke out on the patio
    while the rest of us went inside. Nathan showed us his room. It was a
    mess and it naturally reeked of diaper odors. I could see several clean
    diapers stacked on his dresser, along with powder and other supplies.
    Luke showed us his collection of Hot Wheels cars and his other toys. He
    also had a baseball card collection, but this didn't interest Tony or
    me much, so we just feigned interest.
    	"So, tell me about these girls who wanted to see your diapers at
    school," I asked Nathan. He shrugged and blushed again. I didn't think
    he would tell us, but he did, after making us promise not to tell
    anyone else about his little secret.
    	"We promise," we assured Nathan. He hesitated for a moment and
    then began to tell his little story.
    	"Well, this girl, her name's Angie. Me and her went into the
    girls' bathroom together at school one day, and she told me to take my
    pants down so she could see my diapers. I started taking my pants off,
    and then she said 'I wanna do it', so I let her pull my pants down
    instead. She laughed and said I looked cute wearing diapers. She also
    laughed because she could see that I peed in them and they were puffed
    up in the front. And then she said 'turn around so I can see your
    butt', so I showed her my butt and she said my butt looked cute, too.
    Then she touched it and said she could feel my poop. I was kinda scared
    when she did this. Then she said she wants me to come over to her house
    so she can change my diapers and pretend to be her baby boy."
    	"Sounds like fun to me!" I said as I smiled. I had a hard-on from
    listening to Nathan's otherwise innocent story about Angie's curiosity
    over his diapers. It reminded me of a time when Megan did a similar
    thing to me in the fourth grade, so I told Nathan about this as well.
    Only he and Tony, and of course Megan knew about this incident. This
    exchange of secrets helped Nathan, Tony and me to form a greater bond
    of friendship and trust.
    	"So, what do you think your brother's gonna do?" Tony asked
    Nathan.
    	"He loves wearing diapers, but he's afraid of what the kids at
    school will say if he wears them there. And Mom and Dad think he should
    probably not wear them there if he doesn't need them."
    	"Well, if he wants to be a member and maybe meet some more
    friends in the club, he's going to have to wear diapers all the time,
    including school," I said.
    	"So who's gonna know if he's not wearing diapers?"
    	"That's where you come in," I said. "If he becomes a member and
    you find out that he's not wearing diapers and going back to the
    toilet, then he's out of the club. So make sure he's always wearing
    diapers."
    	"I will," Nathan said.
    	We went back out to the patio to see if Luke had made a decision.
    I asked him what he thought now.
    	"Well, I don't have any friends now, so I guess you're right, I
    have nothing to lose if everyone finds out that I wear diapers. Maybe
    I'll even find out that another kid in my own class wears them. I like
    wearing diapers, and it'll be nice to meet some friends in the club. I
    mean, your friends don't always have to go to your school, you know..."
    	Luke talked it out some more and gave us his reasoning,
    addressing what he felt were the pros and cons. We listened and agreed
    with his reasoning and offered our input. Luke then stopped talking and
    looked at Tony and me.
    	"So, are you gonna join?" Tony asked him, putting on some
    pressure.
    	"I'd like to join, but I just hope Mom and Dad won't get mad if
    they find out that I'm wearing diapers all the time."
    	"Relax, we'll stand behind you," I said. "If I have to, I'll have
    your parents talk to my Mom. She did this for a boy next door to me who
    wears diapers and explained to his Mom that it's okay to wear diapers.
    That's what this whole club's about."
    	Luke then paused for a moment as he looked at his nearly
    completed application, which was only missing his all-essential John
    Hancock. He then picked up the pen and held it for a moment, idly
    twirling it in his hand. Finally, he applied the pen to the paper and
    slowly produced his signature.
    	"I'm in," he said, mildly trembling.
    	"Congratulations! Welcome to the club!" I said as I shook his
    hand.
    	"Looks like I burned my bridge now, huh?" Luke said.
    	"Yep!" I replied. "Say goodbye to toilets and toilet training!"
    Luke smiled at me as I said this.
    	"Now I'm in it for good," he said. "I always thought of how fun
    it would be to wear diapers all the time, and how I'm forcing myself to
    do it. I can't believe that I'm going to actually do this."
    	"It'll be hard to do at first, but you'll get used to it, and
    like you said, you may find out that there's another kid just like you
    who wears diapers and has been hiding it."
    	"If there was everyone would know about it now and everyone would
    tease him about it," Luke said.
    	"Maybe not," I said. "Some kids are probably pretty good at
    keeping it a secret, unless they poop in their diapers at school."
    	Tony and I hung out at Nathan's house for another couple hours or
    so before we decided to head back to my house. Before we left we
    reminded Nathan and Luke to come to the first meeting, which we would
    be holding Saturday morning at my house.
    	When Tony and I left we thought about which way we should take
    back home in order to avoid Chuck and Steve. I knew of another way to
    get back, although we'd have to take the long way around. Tony and I
    didn't want to take any chances, so we took the longer way around. It
    required us to ride for several blocks alongside the busy street that
    we only had to cross on our way over. As it was approaching rush hour
    and people were heading home from work, no doubt our diapered behinds
    would be seen by dozen of passing motorists. A few people honked, while
    others yelled things out the window that we couldn't hear over the
    traffic. We just hoped there wouldn't be any cops. Once we turned the
    corner and made it to the entrance into our neighborhood we knew we
    were safe, both from police and from Chuck and Steve. I accompanied
    Tony as he rode home and then I split off to go back to my own house.
    	"See you tomorrow morning," I said to Tony as I biked my diapered
    butt home.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 76
    ---------------------------

    	I scheduled the meeting for 10:00 Saturday morning. I called all
    the boys that morning and reminded them to bring their money for the
    dues. As far as I knew, everybody would be able to come to the meeting.
    Derek, of course, wouldn't have any trouble making it to the meeting
    since he lived next door. Gina was coming over anyway and Bryce would
    be coming with her. Aaron's sister was going to drive him over to my
    house, which, unlike Lisa, she didn't mind doing this for her brother,
    anything that helped him to satisfy his diaper interests. The only ones
    who I wasn't sure could make it would be Nathan and Luke, since they
    would have to make the same mile-plus bike ride that Tony and I made
    yesterday. I called their house at about 9:30 just to make sure they
    were coming. His mother answered and said that they had left on their
    bikes, so I assumed that they were coming to my house. She then asked
    who I was.
    	"My name's Chris," I said. "I'm a friend of Nathan's."
    	"I don't know a Chris," his mother said. "You sound a little old
    to be one of his friends. Nathan's only nine."
    	"He knows me from summer camp," I said.
    	"Oh, okay," she said. I wasn't sure if I should explain to her
    that I had invited Nathan and Luke to my place for our first diaper
    club meeting.
    	"Did you invite my boys over or something?" she asked.
    	"Yeah, I did. Didn't they tell you about me?"
    	"No," she said after a brief pause, sounding concerned. I thought
    that perhaps now I'd better explain what I was calling about.
    	"I was over at your house yesterday to talk to Nathan and Luke
    about a diaper club that I am running," I said. "So they joined."
    	"A DIAPER club?" his mother replied, sounding incredulous that
    such a club would exist.
    	"Oh yes," I said affirmatively. "It's a club for older boys who
    wear diapers."
    	"Well, as you probably found out yesterday my sons do wear
    diapers," his mother said.
    	"Well, so do I," I said. "I met Nathan at the camp, remember?"
    	"Oh yeah, of course," his mother said. She sounded like she
    wasn't quite comfortable talking to me.
    	"Look, uh, Mrs. uhh, Larson," I said, trying to remember what
    Nathan's last name was. "I know you don't know me and we haven't met,
    but I'll tell you where I live so you know where Nathan and Luke are
    gonna be."
    	When I told Nathan's mother where I lived she was surprised to
    realize that I lived so far away, at least far for kids to ride their
    bikes.
    	"That's a long ways for my boys to be riding their bikes," she
    said. "I really wish I had known about this."
    	"That's probably why they didn't tell you about it," I thought to
    myself.
    	"Well, when they arrive, have them give me a call," she said.
    	"Okay, will do," I said before I said goodbye and hung up the
    phone.
    	Tony showed up first as I expected. He came over in just his
    freshly changed diaper and T-shirt. He helped me set things up out in
    the gazebo in the back yard, which was where we would be conducting
    meetings as long as the weather permitted. Once it got too cold to be
    outside in diapers, we would have to come up with something else.
    Incidentally, this was one of the topics on my otherwise informal
    agenda. We carried five patio chairs from the patio and set them up in
    front of the swinging bench that Tony and I would be sitting on. I also
    carried an old table that dad let me use from his workshop.
    	"Thanks, Dad," I said to him as he had finished mowing the back
    yard. "I'll bring it back as soon as we're done."
    	"Ahh, you can have it," my Dad said as he wiped his brow. "The
    damn thing's always in my way, anyway."
    	It wasn't a bad table, just a few nicks and other marks that it
    had picked up from being out in the shop. Its surface was old, chipped
    and dusty, but a little paint could probably fix it up. The top even
    lifted off to open up a compartment underneath. I went back into the
    shop to grab a hammer to serve as a makeshift gavel. We had a few
    things to work out in getting things established.
    	The first thing Tony and I did was to contribute our own share of
    the dues. I decided to use an empty baby wipes tub to serve as a bank
    for the club's money, which seemed appropriate enough. Tony had stuffed
    his money down into his sock since his diaper obviously had no pockets.
    I had already placed my money in the tub when Tony added his portion.
    	To ensure that the money would remain available for the club's
    spending only, I designated Cindy to serve as the treasurer. A pocket-
    sized spiral notepad was also kept in the tub to track collections and
    spending. Cindy and I would then each count the money in each other's
    presence after each collection of the dues and then she would put it
    away in her room and lock it in a place where I could not get to it,
    probably the same place where she and Lisa kept my pants most of the
    time.
    	This was Cindy's idea, and at first I resented her not trusting
    me with the money. We had discussed it last night and we got into an
    argument over it, especially since I didn't feel that I could ever
    disgrace the diaper club by embezzling its funds. After thinking about
    it I apologized to Cindy and agreed to her idea. Deep down inside of
    me, I had to admit that I would be tempted to spend the money for
    myself in spite of my planned commitment and devotion to the diaper
    club.
    	Derek showed up in the back yard shortly before 10:00 along with
    Steven and Jennie. They had come out the sliding door and had been
    through the house. Both Derek and Steven had shorts on, but it was easy
    to see that they were both diapered, especially Derek.
    	"Didn't Lisa or Cindy take your shorts?" I asked Derek, expecting
    my sisters to have enforced the "pants off" rule that was required for
    meeting attendance.
    	"I didn't see them," Derek said. "Your Mom answered the door and
    let us in."
    	"Well then, in that case, I'll tell you to take your shorts off,"
    I told Derek and Steven. With this, both Derek and Steven promptly
    removed their shorts and revealed their diapers. Derek had on a triple
    set of regular cloth diapers and Steven was also adorned in cloth
    diapers, the first time I had seen him wearing them. He appeared to be
    having a hard time walking in the much heavier diapers. Even as thickly
    as he was diapered, I could see that he was very wet and in need of a
    diaper change.
    	"Wow, you *did* drink a lot of orange juice, didn't you?" Jennie
    said as she examined the puffed-out front of Steven's diaper.
    	"I like oran' juice," Steven articulated.
    	"I'll take those, thank you," Jennie said as she picked up both
    of her brothers' shorts. Suddenly a bunch of change spilled out of
    Derek's shorts.
    	"Uh oh, that's my dues money!" Derek said as he picked several
    coins out of the freshly mown lawn.
    	"My gosh, Derek, did you break your piggy bank or what?" Jennie
    asked her little brother.
    	"Yeah," he said. "It's all I have."
    	I kind of felt bad that I was expecting Derek to spend everything
    he had to pay his dues, especially knowing that his Mom didn't have a
    lot of money herself. Tony and I agreed to each pay half of Derek's
    dues since we each had more money. I went into the house to get more
    money. Tony agreed to pay me what he still owed since he didn't have
    any more money with him. I remember how I valued every last penny I had
    in my Mario bank (from the Mario Bros. video game) when I was seven.
    Derek held his shorts in one hand and put all the coins he picked up
    from the ground into the pocket. He then handed the shorts to Jennie,
    who then walked back towards the house.
    	"Give them to Cindy or Lisa," I told Jennie as she walked back to
    the house carrying Derek's shorts. She just turned around and nodded.
    She escorted Steven with her as she was getting ready to go back to
    their house, indicating that she was going to change his diaper.
    	Aaron was the next one to show up, right at ten o'clock. He came
    to the back yard in just diapers and a shirt. He could barely walk in
    all the diapers that he had on. Being that he was a couple years
    younger than me and his body was notably smaller, his diapers were
    proportionally thicker on him. Either his shorts or pants were taken at
    the front door or he didn't wear any on his way over, and from what I
    saw a couple days ago at Aaron's house I had a good feeling that the
    latter was the case. After asking Aaron I found myself to be correct,
    as Aaron proudly answered my inquiry. Aaron's oldest sister Diane also
    accompanied him. She was carrying Aaron's dues money for him since, of
    course she had pockets on her flirtatiously high-cut shorts. She
    giggled as she looked around and took in the sight of all the diapered
    boys all gathered in the back yard.
    	"This looks so cute!" Diane remarked. "I've never seen so many
    older boys in diapers like this before." She had brought a camera with
    her and she proceeded to take several pictures of us boys running
    around in our diapers.
    	"Save your film, we're just getting started, and there are two
    more coming still," I said to Diane.
    	"My parents own a photography studio, remember?" Diane reminded
    me, implying that she had a free run on the supplies from her parents'
    place of business. "And since I know how to use the darkroom there, I
    can develop the film myself, so don't worry about who sees these
    pictures."
    	Gina and Bryce showed up a few minutes later. Gina took the
    liberty of removing Bryce's shorts upon their arrival. Cindy then took
    Bryce's shorts.
    	"Wait a minute," Bryce said. "I need my shorts back."
    	"Too late, you're at the meeting now," Gina said, doing well to
    enforce the "pants-off" rule. "What do you want them for anyway?"
    	"I have to pay my dues," Bryce explained.
    	Gina then rummaged through the pockets of Bryce's shorts until
    she found the money he had brought along.
    	"Here it is," Gina said as she handed Bryce the money. Bryce then
    made his deposit in the designated dues container and I recorded it on
    the notepad. Gina then folded up Bryce's shorts and tucked them under
    her arm. She then ran the shorts into the house to an unspecified
    location.
    	At this point all of the sisters of the boys of our club were
    present. Diane and Jennie each introduced themselves to Gina. At this
    point all the girls had established acquaintance among themselves and
    they immediately recognized their common bond of being in charge of
    their respective brothers' diaper changes. It seemed that the girls
    almost had a club of their own established, the "Sisters of D.B.A." or
    something like that.
    	"Are we allowed in on the meeting?" Gina asked.
    	"Sorry, but this is our first meeting and it's for boys only," I
    said to the girls. "We'll call you girls when it comes time to change
    diapers."
    	"Ahh, so that's our duty, I see," Diane said with a smile.
    	"It's what we all do anyway," Lisa said.
    	"Yep, you girls' job is to change our diapers and enforce the
    'no-pants' requirement," I said.
    	"We don't have a problem with that. I've been doing that for
    almost four years now " Cindy said with a giggle as she had returned to
    the back yard. The girls all seemed to think our little club was silly
    and didn't seem to understand how serious I really was about getting it
    established.
    	"You girls also get to run errands for us since we can't go into
    stores and places like that in our diapers," I said.
    	"Excuse me?" Lisa said. "Like *what* errands?"
    	"Oh, things like lunch, drinks, supplies," I said.
    	"Oh, really?" Lisa said.
    	"We're gonna need some stuff today, in fact," I said.
    	"Okay, so who's gonna get it?" Lisa asked as she refused to be
    our go-fer.
    	"Whoever runs an errand for us gets five bucks," I said.
    	"I'll do it," Diane said. "I need to stop by the studio and
    develop some film anyway," she said.
    	I gave Diane the list of things that I needed her to get. She
    looked it over and giggled.
    	"Okay..." she said. "I'd like to know what you guys plan to do
    with the lah--"
    	"Shh," I told Diane. "Don't tell them what it is."
    	"Okay," Diane agreed, sounding even more amused by the fact that
    I didn't want her to say what I had written on the list.
    	Tony had went around behind the gazebo away from the other boys.
    I looked at him and I could see him standing there trying to suppress
    his laughter. His shoulders were bouncing and he was covering his
    mouth.
    	"What is my sister getting for us?" Aaron asked.
    	"It's a surprise," I said, doing my damnedest to keep a straight
    face. I went to the dues box to give Diane the money that she would
    need to make the requested purchases.
    	"Are you coming back right away?" I asked Diane, knowing she had
    planned to do some film developing while she was out.
    	"Sure," she said. So far only she knew what the secret purchase
    was going to be.
    	"I'm going to feel silly buying these, though," she added. "No
    worse than buying tampons or rubbers, I suppose."
    	Before Diane left, she asked me, "you still want me to get seven
    of these?" She was being careful not to disclose the secret items.
    	"Oh yeah, the other two boys will show up, I hope," I said. "If
    not, we can still use them, anyway."
    	Just as Diane was leaving, Nathan and Luke finally showed up.
    They bumped into Diane as each of them was passing through the gate.
    They noticed that in addition to Diane, my sisters and Gina were also
    there. Of course they didn't recognize that Lisa and Cindy were my
    sisters.
    	"Are there girls in this club, too?" Luke asked, sounding a bit
    disappointed. "I thought it was only for boys."
    	"Yeah, they're in the club-- sort of-- but they don't wear
    diapers, of course," I said. "They're just here to help out."
    	"Help out?" Luke asked. "Like, doing what?"
    	"Changing our diapers, getting stuff for us, like that one girl
    who left as you guys got here."
    	"You mean, they're going to change our diapers?" Luke asked,
    sounding apprehensive. "But they're girls!"
    	"Of course they're girls," I said. I had to keep in mind that
    Nathan and Luke had no sisters of their own and weren't accustomed to
    girls being in their presence while wearing diapers.
    	"They're our sisters. I told you that my sisters change my
    diapers," I told Luke.
    	"All of them are your sisters?" he asked.
    	"No, just two of them," I said.
    	"I wouldn't let a girl change my diapers," Luke said. He seemed
    uneasy about being here at the meeting. "I thought only boys were going
    to be here."
    	"Hey, they all know what you got underneath, they've all seen us
    naked and covered in shit, so you guys aren't gonna be any different,"
    I told Luke.
    	"I know, it's just, well..."
    	"Relax," I said. "You can change your own diapers if you want."
    	"That's good," Luke said, sounding relieved.
    	"Sorry we're late," Nathan apologized. "We didn't think that it
    was so far to your house."
    	"That's all right," I said. "I'm just glad you guys made it. I
    was beginning to wonder."
    	"Here's our dues money," Nathan said as both he and Luke said as
    they tried to reach into their pockets to get their money. Their thick
    diapers underneath their shorts made their pockets inaccessible as
    their diapers exerted so much pressure on the pockets. The only obvious
    solution to this problem was, of course, for them to remove their
    shorts.
    	"Okay guys, lose the shorts," I told them. As I expected, they
    were hesitant to take their shorts off because of all the girls who
    were there.
    	"You serious?" Luke asked.
    	"Yep, club rules," I stated, though in a lighthearted tone.
    	"Hey, the rest of us are in our diapers," Aaron said, being the
    most qualified among us-- alongside myself-- to make such a statement.
    He flaunted his much-diapered state by doing a three-sixty in front of
    Luke.
    	Lisa then came up to Luke as she became aware of his discomfort
    over shedding his shorts.
    	"Come on, take 'em off!" Lisa said.
    	"Yeah, we're used to it!" Cindy said. "Besides, we can see your
    diapers showing through those shorts anyway."
    	Nathan then unfastened his shorts, exposing the Thickies diaper
    that he had on.
    	"I had to wear my brother's old shorts so that they'd fit over my
    diaper," Nathan explained how he got his shorts to fit.
    	"I had to wear my dad's shorts," Luke said. "He's bigger than me,
    so his shorts fit. I had to sneak them from his closet."
    	Nathan then continued taking his shorts down, fully revealing his
    diapers. He had his shorts off and thus was able to get the money from
    the pocket. The girls all clapped and cheered as if Nathan were one of
    the Chippendales or something, except that Nathan's undergarment
    contained much, much more fabric. Lisa took the honors in removing the
    unneeded article of clothing from the vicinity.
    	"Those are my shorts, you know," Luke reminded Lisa as she
    carried the shorts into the house.
    	"You'll get 'em back," Lisa assured him. "Just not right now."
    	"Come on, Luke, don't be a party pooper," Nathan tried to
    encourage his older brother.
    	"Just be a pooper, that's good enough for us," Gina remarked with
    a smile.
    	"Do I have to strip down to just my diapers?" Luke asked.
    	"Of course you do," I said to him. "You wear them around at home,
    don't you?"
    	"Yeah, but nobody sees me there," he said. "There's three girls
    who will see me."
    	"That's the idea!" I said.
    	"What's the idea?" Luke asked.
    	"Here's the idea, Luke," I said as I began to explain to him.
    "You see, by being in just your diapers, it calls more attention to the
    fact that you wear diapers. Most people aren't used to seeing older
    boys like us in diapers, so of course, we stand out. If we hid our
    diapers and wore pants or shorts over them, we'd be just like anybody
    else and nobody would understand our purpose. I mean, take a look at
    Lisa and Cindy and Gina over there wearing their shorts. You really
    don't give much thought to how they eliminate their wastes, do you?
    	"Uhh, not really," Luke said.
    	"So, what's the first thought that comes to mind when you see
    them dressed like that?"
    	"I'd say that they want to get boys to look at them," Luke said.
    I could tell that he himself was interested in how my sisters and Gina
    all looked in their skimpy summer attire.
    	"Well, you're probably right, Luke," I said. "They want to make
    others think something about them by what they wear. We do the same
    thing by wearing just our diapers around as much as possible. When my
    sisters and Gina and Diane all see us in our diapers, this is an
    obvious and constant reminder to them and anyone else who sees us that
    we wear diapers, and we use them for their very purpose. Nobody can
    look at these thick diapers that we're wearing without also thinking
    about the fact that we pee and poop in them, and most of all, that we
    enjoy wearing diapers."
    	"Oh, all right," Luke said as he finally gave in and took down
    his shorts. He looked behind him, noticing that all the girls were
    looking at him. Everybody was standing silently, waiting for Luke to
    take off his shorts.
    	"You'll feel better once you get it over with," Nathan said. Luke
    apparently decided to keep his back turned to the girls, either because
    he didn't want to see them while he took his shorts off, or because he
    really wanted them to see him in diapers and he wanted to give them all
    a good look at his diapered-up butt. With his shorts partially down and
    exposing only the top half of his diapers, Luke stood there hesitantly.
    Unsuspecting of Cindy's presence, she sneaked up behind him. As he
    stood in the shade, Cindy had no shadow to give away her presence. She
    gave his shorts a hard yank and instantly brought them down to his
    ankles.
    	"Need some help?" Cindy said after she executed her quick move.
    	"Hey!" Luke shouted. The other girls were laughing. Luke looked
    very embarrassed now.
    	"You look cute in diapers," Cindy said to Luke as she stood
    behind him. Of course she said this about all boys who were in diapers.
    She almost patted him on the butt, as if this were more of an impulse
    to her now, but apparently she decided at the last second not to push
    it.
    	"Come on, you got your shorts off, so you can relax now," Cindy
    said to Luke. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
    	"I feel like I'm going around in my underwear in front of
    strangers," Luke said as he stepped out of the shorts. "Girls, too."
    	"Well, it is your underwear, very, very extreme underwear, but
    it's underwear," Cindy stated. She escorted him over to one of the
    chairs on the gazebo and offered him a seat. Cindy then pulled the
    money out of the pocket and handed it to me to deposit in the dues box
    while she took the shorts into the house. Tony and I sat down with Luke
    to assure him that we weren't trying to make him uncomfortable and that
    part of the idea of being in the club was to have fun with wearing
    diapers.
    	"I know," he said apologetically. "And I want to have fun, since
    I love to wear diapers. I just didn't think all these girls would be
    here."
    	"You knew that I have two sisters, didn't you?" I said.
    	"Yeah, but I didn't think they were gonna be involved in this
    diaper club," he said.
    	"I noticed you turned your butt to them when you were taking your
    shorts off," Tony said.
    	"I didn't want to look at them while I was doing it," Luke said.
    Somehow I could tell that he really wanted to show them his diapered
    butt.
    	"We like showing off our diapered butts," I said. "It's the part
    that stands out the most on our diapers, and it draws more attention to
    the fact that we shit in our diapers when we wear them."
    	Luke blushed and then admitted that this was mainly the reason he
    chose to strip off his shorts in the manner that he did.
    	"So you like having girls see you in diapers?" I said, sensing
    that Luke was easing up a bit.
    	"It sounds weird, but I guess I do," Luke said as his face was
    red from blushing.
    	"Hey, you're just like us," Tony said as he patted Luke's knee
    and then his back. "We feel that letting girls see us in diapers is a
    gesture to assert our feelings that diapers are a boys' thing. The
    girls get a kick out of it and they like to look at us, and it also
    gives them a good feeling knowing that they don't wear diapers. It
    makes them feel superior or something like that."
    	"We both accept our roles mutually," I said.
    	"You guys have thought about this a lot, haven't you?" Luke said.
    	"Oh yeah, I'm not afraid to admit that I'm obsessed with
    diapers," I said. "That's why I started this club when I found out
    about it."
    	It had been about forty-five minutes since I planned to start the
    meeting. Diane was still gone. I expected her to have come back sooner.
    As expected, being the first meeting, I figured things wouldn't get
    underway as I planned. It's not like any of us had to be anywhere.
    Seeing that Luke was feeling better, I told him and Nathan to call
    their mother.
    	"Uh oh," Luke said. "How did she know we were coming here? How
    did she get your number?"
    	"I called your house to see if you guys were coming, and she
    answered, so I told her who I was."
    	"Oh man," Luke said as he slapped his forehead. "She's gonna
    shit. What did you tell her?"
    	"I told her that I invited you guys over," I said. "I knew she
    was concerned where you two were going."
    	"Did you tell her that it was for this diaper club thing?" Luke
    asked.
    	"Yeah, I did," I said. "I hope this isn't a problem."
    	"My Mom won't understand," Luke said worriedly. Nathan got up and
    said he would go call. He went into the house with Lisa escorting him.
    	"I'm sorry," I said to Luke.
    	"It's all right, Chris," Luke said. "I just don't know how to
    explain it to my Mom."
    	"Well, she's letting you wear diapers now," I said. "You're
    better off than other kids who probably have to keep a secret all their
    lives until they move out."
    	"She told me that I could wear them for the summer, but she wants
    me to go back to using the toilet and wearing underwear at school."
    	"You're in the club, you don't wear underwear, and you don't use
    the toilet anymore," I said. "That means diapers all the time. Period."
    	"I know," he said. "Looks like I've burned my bridge."
    	"What's the worst she can do?" I asked him.
    	"I dunno. It's actually more my Dad than her that I'm worried
    about. He thinks I'm nuts for wanting to wear diapers, since Nathan has
    to wear them. He thought Nathan was nuts when Nathan said he liked to
    wear them."
    	"We'll stand by you and work this out for you," I assured Luke.
    	"Thanks," he said.
    	Nathan came back out to the gazebo.
    	"What did Mom say, Nathan?" Luke asked.
    	"She wants to come down here and find out what this is all
    about," Nathan said.
    	"Shit," Luke said.
    	"It's all right, relax," I told him.
    	Diane returned with the items that I had sent her out to get. She
    brought to me a plain paper bag, which I placed in the storage
    compartment underneath the table so that the others wouldn't see what
    was in it.
    	"Can I get a couple of you guys to help me?" Diane asked the
    girls as she had to make another trip to bring the rest of what I had
    sent her out to get. Gina and Cindy decided to assist. A moment later
    the three girls came back into the yard. They had delivered exactly
    what I had ordered. Cindy and Gina were each carrying two 64-ounce cups
    filled with Coke, while Diane handled three. The girls brought the huge
    drinks over to us.
    	"Here ya' go, guys," Diane said as she and the other girls gave
    us our drinks.
    	"Thanks," I told Diane.
    	"Any time," she said. She took a couple more pictures of us all
    sitting in the gazebo and she had asked us to stand up for a couple
    shots to finish off the roll. She first had us pose for a frontal shot.
    Next we posed with our seven diapered butts turned to her while
    standing up. Lastly, she had us bend over and pull our shirts up for
    the final few shots that she took.
    	"You guys will love these pictures!" Diane said to us as she left
    to get the film developed. I couldn't wait to see them!
    	"So *this* was the big secret?" Nathan asked us. "Big-ass sodas?"
    	"That's part of it," I said. "It's why we wear big-ass diapers."
    	"You didn't like, put anything in these, did you?' Luke asked.
    	"No, there's nothing in them but Coke, trust me," I said. Luke
    was still skeptical, but after seeing that everyone else was drinking
    their half-gallons of pop, Luke began to sip away at his straw.
    	"Man, are my diapers going to be wet when I finish this!" Aaron
    said.
    	"That's the idea," I said to myself. "Part of it."

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 77
    ---------------------------

    	Before the meeting was called to order we called for pizza to be
    delivered. We all agreed on pepperoni, and thanks to Lisa, she told us
    about a special two-for-one deal that they were doing at her place of
    work. Just as I was about to call in the order, Lisa asked me if she
    could place the order.
    	"Sure," I said. "Just don't order something that we can't
    afford," I told her as I handed over the phone. She returned a sinister
    grin. I then demanded that she hand the phone back.
    	"Come on, Chris, I'm kidding!" she said before she dialed the
    number to the pizza place where she worked. After the person answered,
    Lisa asked them, "Do you sell pizzas?" in an obvious fake voice, as if
    to sound like a typical customer.
    	"Oh really? What sizes?... You have small, medium, *and* large?!
    Great! How big are they?... What kinds do you have?" Lisa continued
    asking stupid questions to mock the usual morons who called her there,
    apparently having fun with one of her unsuspecting co-workers. Her last
    question was, "They do come with cheese, right?"
    	Lisa then decided the poor employee who took the call had enough
    of this torment and Lisa confessed after bursting into laughter.
    	"Marcie, this is Lisa," Lisa continued to laugh as she returned
    to her natural voice. "I'm sorry... I knew it would be slow now...
    nope, I'm off this weekend, believe it or not. Just don't tell them I
    called since I told them I was going away with my parents this
    weekend... yes, I really am placing an order."
    	Lisa ordered two large pepperoni pizzas and told them where to
    deliver them. It would be paid for out of the dues money, of course.
    	"Just bring 'em out to the back yard, I'll leave the gate open...
    No, there's no dog, just a cat," Lisa said.
    	Meanwhile, everyone got their diapered butts seated before Tony
    and me and the meeting was finally underway. Taking the hammer in my
    hand, I called the meeting to order. There were no major formalities at
    this point. I just followed some guidelines that were suggested in the
    binder. I still tried to make it sound official and important, though.
    Cindy videotaped the meeting for us. As it was our first meeting, I
    wanted to remember this day and have a complete record of it.
    	"I hereby call to order the orientation meeting of the Boise
    Diaper Boys of America Diaper Club for Boys!" I shouted after I banged
    the "gavel" on the table. "I would like to welcome everyone to the
    club. Let's go around and introduce ourselves to the group and explain
    how we all got into wearing diapers."
    	I started off by briefly summarizing my diaper history and
    explaining how my experiences led up to what has now become a tireless,
    endless obsession with diapers-- wearing them, using them, enjoying
    them and promoting them to other boys, while at the same time
    denouncing the expectation by parents that boys should be potty trained
    and forced to give up their diapers against their will when they want
    to wear them. I also reiterated my philosophies on wearing diapers
    which, of course, were congruent with the philosophies of the D.B.A.
    club itself. Everyone in the group was already aware of these
    philosophies and they all agreed with what I believed. If they didn't,
    they probably wouldn't have joined the club in the first place.
    	Everyone else had his turn to speak before the group and explain
    what circumstances in their lives brought them here. There weren't any
    time limits and everyone was allowed to speak as long and as much as he
    wished. While there was no way to tell, every one of us likely had a
    hard-on from hearing each other's diaper histories spoken aloud. Not
    all of the boys knew each other as well as Tony and I knew them all.
    The others were allowed to ask questions. This open discussion helped
    to foster more unity among us. Everything was off to a good start.
    	Next, Tony and I had each member sworn in to the D.B.A. club on a
    Thickies diaper, which Aaron was so kind to provide, having sacrificed
    one of his own brand new Thickies diapers to be used solely for this
    purpose. It was designated to be used now and also for swearing in
    future members, should we find any other boys interested enough and
    qualified to join the club. Each boy was sworn in individually. Tony
    folded the diaper and then placed it in the palm of my outstretched
    hand. I then held the folded diaper in my hand while each boy placed
    his hand on top of the diaper. I then recited one line at a time from
    the Official D.B.A. Diaper Boy Oath, which was then repeated by the
    member. It all seemed silly at first to do all this as I almost laughed
    myself, but we wanted to make this very real and official. At the end
    of this ceremony, I swore Tony in, and then he swore me in.
    	Now came the time to carrying out the ceremony of destroying the
    toilets for each member's induction into the club. Of course all we had
    were the photocopies that were taken from the "No More Diapers" book
    that my parents still had, as if somehow, someday they would try to
    toilet train me again (sh-yeah, right!)
    	As Tony handed a copy of the book cover to each of the boys I
    told them all my story about this book and the memories of it that were
    scarred permanently into my mind. They all enjoyed listening to my
    retelling these horrible experiences.
    	We were to each burn the copies of the book cover, but we needed
    something to light them with first. Realizing that I hadn't brought out
    any matches, I went into the house and I went over to the fireplace to
    look for some matches. Lisa was in the house now.
    	"What are you looking for?" she asked me.
    	"Some matches," I answered while I was busy groping around the
    mantle.
    	"Matches? What do you need matches for?" Lisa asked me as I
    turned my head around and noted the puzzled look on her face. I
    explained to Lisa how the matches were to be used.
    	"Oh, brother!" Lisa sighed as she rolled her eyes. "And I do
    mean, 'oh, *brother!*'"
    	Lisa went into her room and then she came back out with a
    lighter.
    	"Here, use this," Lisa said as she started to hand me the
    lighter. I held my hand out, assuming she would give it to me, but
    instead she went behind me and dropped it down into my plastic pants
    and then pushed it down towards my crotch.
    	"Hey!" I said as I reached down into the front of my plastic
    pants, hoping to retrieve the lighter from my front side. Lisa laughed
    as she watched me pull my plastic pants down so that the lighter would
    fall out of them and to the floor.
    	"But bring it back. It belongs to Betty; she left it here."
    	"She's not going to want it if you tell her where it's been," I
    said.
    	"I know, that's the idea," Lisa said. "I should have stuck it
    down into your diapers, but you've got too many of them on-- that is,
    for what I just did-- and they're too tight for me to do that, anyway."
    	"What does Betty need a lighter for, anyway?" I asked. Lisa
    looked at me as if I were being naïve.
    	"She's started smoking cigarettes now," Lisa said, sounding
    despondent. "Maybe I'll stick her next pack she gets down into your
    diapers so she'll not want them."
    	While Lisa was trying to make light of her feelings about Betty
    by her suggestion, I could tell that this was bothering her. I was
    taken aback by hearing this. Betty didn't strike me as the type who
    would smoke. If anything, Lisa seemed more apt to pick up the habit
    herself for some reason.
    	Trying to ignore what I had just been told about Betty, I took
    the lighter back out to the back yard with me. I commenced the ceremony
    by taking my copy of the book cover and setting it on fire. I held it
    for as long as I could before dropping it to the ground. In seconds it
    was nothing more than a pile of blackened paper embers. In my
    imagination I envisioned the embers as chunks of porcelain from a
    toilet that I had just smashed to pieces with a sledgehammer. I told
    the other boys to pretend that they are smashing a toilet when burning
    their copies of the book cover. Tony lit his on fire. He then passed
    the lighter to Aaron, who laughed as he thought about breaking a
    toilet. Next was Bryce's turn to physically incinerate his
    representation of a toilet, while at the same time symbolically
    incinerating any further expectations to ever use a toilet again. Next
    came Derek's turn, followed by Nathan and then, lastly, Luke.
    	"This is kind of silly," he said as he lit his copy of the book
    cover on fire. He held it too long and the flames touched his hand.
    	"Oww!" he said as he suddenly dropped the flaming paper.
    	"Well, let go of it sooner, dummy!" Nathan said to him just like
    any brother would do. By the time we were done the wood slat floor of
    the gazebo was covered in ashes. I grabbed a hose and washed them down
    into the cracks.
    	"So, are we members now?" Luke asked. He wasn't quite as
    enthusiastic about all the ceremonial stuff we were doing as the other
    boys were, but I felt confident that he would come around eventually.
    At least he took his shorts off and he was in just his diapers like the
    rest of us.
    	"I got one more thing for you guys," I said.
    	"What?" Nathan asked.
    	"We'll do it after we eat the pizza," I said. A couple minutes
    later the pizza delivery person showed up, having come through the gate
    as instructed. Lisa must have seen her pull up to the house, as she had
    come out to the back yard to greet the delivery driver and to direct
    her over to the gazebo.
    	"My brothers are having a club meeting," Lisa explained with some
    embarrassment as she introduced her work acquaintance to us.
    	"Oh my God! Why are they all wearing diapers?!" she asked as she
    stood before us and stared.
    	"It's a long story, Mandy," Lisa said. "If I get time to explain
    at work I will."
    	"Who are all these boys?" she asked.
    	"My brother and his friends," Lisa replied.
    	"Your brother and his friends wear diapers!" she said. "This is
    like, weird, but a good sort of weird, but still weird. Which one's
    your brother?"
    	"The blonde one whose butt looks about twice as big on the
    outside as it really is," Lisa responded as she pointed to me.
    	"Oh, and just in case you were wondering, I can assure you that I
    don't wear diapers," Lisa explained in spite of the fact that her high
    and tight-fitting shorts clearly proved this. She and Mandy, the pizza
    delivery driver, both had a good laugh over this statement.
    	"I hear stories from other drivers about the people they see on
    their runs all the time, but this one will definitely take the cake!"
    Mandy remarked. "Wait'll I tell them about it! We even keep a notebook
    in the break room for people to write these things in!"
    	"Just don't tell them that it's my brother and his friends,
    okay?" Lisa said urgently. Mandy promised not to attribute her "weird-
    delivery-run-sighting" story to Lisa. Lisa then looked over at me.
    	"Well, Chris, don't just stand there with your thumb up your--
    wait, never mind-- you got too many diapers on to do that. Pay her!"
    	"Okay!" I said. I went to the money stash and handed Mandy the
    money for the pizza. Mandy then handed me the change. I started to take
    the change back with me when Lisa stopped me.
    	"Hold it!" Lisa said as she grabbed two dollars out of my hand.
    	"What?" I said, feeling confused. "Did she give me too much
    change back?"
    	"Gotta tip her, you know," Lisa said as she handed Mandy the two
    dollars.
    	"Thanks," Mandy said to Lisa. "Nice meeting you boys!" she said.
    	"See ya later, Mandy, thanks!" Lisa yelled across the yard as the
    driver left. I opened both pizza boxes and we all grabbed a piece.
    Lisa, Cindy and Gina all helped themselves to a slice, too.
    	"Hey, this is our pizza!" I said as I sat up to close the lids on
    the pizza boxes.
    	"But we're part of this club, too, remember?" Lisa said as she
    stuffed a slice into her mouth.
    	"Yeah, we're your designated diaper changers!" Cindy said.
    	"You didn't pay any dues," I said.
    	"Of course not," Lisa said. "Why should we pay dues? That's like
    paying your boss to work for him."
    	"Huh?" I said.
    	"You see, Chris, by being your designated diaper changers, we're
    providing you boys a service, for which we should be paid, you get it?"
    	"But you all change our diapers all the time anyway," I said.
    	"True, but that's just my responsibility as your sister," Lisa
    said. "The club's a different story."
    	Lisa was satisfied when she saw that she had proven herself to be
    right in this argument as I resigned myself to letting her and the
    other girls each have a slice of the pizza.
    	"I knew you'd see it my way," Lisa said as she walked away.
    	While we were in the middle of eating our pizza, Nathan's and
    Luke's mother showed up like she said she would. She came into the back
    yard and she called Nathan and Luke over to her. They stuffed the last
    of their pizza slices into their mouths before they nervously got up
    and approached their mother, who was not so patiently waiting by the
    gate. Her arms were folded and she was tapping her toe. This didn't
    look good.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 78
    ---------------------------

    	I tried to listen in on what Nathan's and Luke's mother was
    saying to them, but from across the yard and with the other boys
    talking I couldn't make out a single word. A moment later she came
    across the yard with her two boys and she approached the gazebo.
    	"Which one of you boys is Chris?" she asked.
    	"That would be me," I said as I raised my hand.
    	"Just what is this, uhh, diaper club that my boys are in?" she
    asked me as I approached her. She looked down at my thick, bulging
    diapers, apparently amazed by their magnitude.
    	"I told you, Mrs. Larson, it's a club for boys who wear diapers,"
    I said to her. "We're all here to have fun with wearing diapers."
    	Mrs. Larson asked me a few more questions about me and she wanted
    to know why I liked to wear diapers so much that I would start a club
    for boys who like to wear diapers. I told her that I hated toilet
    training and I didn't want to give up my diapers, and that my parents'
    efforts to get me out of diapers only further reinforced my desire to
    wear them even more. I got my way a few years later and have been
    wearing diapers ever since I was eight years old.
    	"Is your Mom or Dad around?" she asked.
    	"Yeah, I'll get my Mom," I said. I ran into the house and asked
    Mom to come out and talk to Mrs. Larson. They stood on the patio,
    having to stand because we took all the chairs out to the gazebo. I
    stood there with Nathan and Luke to find out what would happen.
    	After they introduced each other, Mrs. Larson asked my Mom about
    me and the diaper club, as if my Mom would have told her anything
    different than what I told her. Maybe Mrs. Larson wanted to hear it
    from another grownup instead of some diapered up and smelly stinky-butt
    twelve-year-old boy like myself.
    	"He's *always* been obsessed with diapers," my Mom said very
    openly. "Some boys like Ninja Turtles, some boys like Batman-- my boy
    likes diapers. *Everything* he does has to do with diapers. He *hated*
    toilet training and he was always pooping his pants after we supposedly
    finally got him out of diapers-- ha ha. We gave up on him when he was
    eight years old and we told him that he had to wear diapers from now
    on, hoping he'd change his mind about the whole thing. The only thing
    that's been changed since then is his diapers. Your boys obviously wear
    diapers, too."
    	"Yes, but Nathan has a condition that requires that he wear them.
    Luke wanted to wear them, too, so I thought I'd let him, mainly just to
    help his brother feel better about it. I just didn't think my boys
    would take things this far with wearing diapers. Why do you allow Chris
    to indulge in his diaper interests so much?" Mrs. Larson asked.
    	"What good would it do to not let him?" my Mom said. "It's what
    makes him happy and he and his friends all have fun with it. They're
    not hurting anyone or themselves, and best of all, they're staying out
    of trouble."
    	"You got a point there, Mrs. Barrett," Mrs. Larson said. "But I'm
    still not so sure what the purpose of this little diaper club is."
    	"It's just a club that allows boys like my son to get together
    with other boys who wear diapers like he does. They're not going to
    find very many kids who will accept them otherwise, so having a group
    like this is probably actually a good thing for them," my Mom said.
    	"Yeah, Mom, it's kind of like summer camp," Nathan said. "What
    makes this any different?"
    	"Because at summer camp you do a lot more than just talk about
    diapers," she said.
    	"Come on, Mom," Luke pleaded. "What's so wrong with us talking
    about diapers?"
    	"Well, it's not really that, it's just that I wish you boys would
    have told me about this before you got involved. I think you've let
    this diaper thing go too far, Luke. You don't mean to seriously tell me
    that you're going to stop using the toilet completely, are you?"
    	Luke looked at me, as if he wanted me to say something. I really
    wasn't sure what to say. His mother then looked at me.
    	"You let me wear them all summer," Luke said to his mother. "I'm
    not just doing it because Nathan wears them. I like wearing diapers,
    Mom."
    	"Even to the extent of wearing them to school?" she asked him.
    "Nathan can tell you that wearing diapers in school is not an easy
    thing to put up with day after day."
    	"What have I got to lose? Everybody at school thinks I'm a dork,
    anyway," Luke said as he took off his glasses for a moment. "Chris and
    these guys are the nicest kids I have ever met."
    	"I just wish I had known about this, and I wish you boys could
    have at least told me what you were doing," she said to them.
    	"We're sorry, Mom," Luke apologized. "I just didn't know what you
    would think of me joining a diaper club like this."
    	"I know it isn't easy to accept at first," my Mom said. "But if
    Luke is like Chris, you won't ever change his ways."
    	"I just don't want to change his diapers," Mrs. Larson added.
    	"It took us awhile to accept it, too," my Mom said. "I'm not
    saying that you *should* accept it now, but you just have to try to
    understand that Luke has certain feelings that we don't understand.
    Perhaps it's because they're boys, so like they say, boys will be
    boys."
    	There was about ten seconds of silence that was only broken by
    the gentle breeze and the chirping of birds.
    	"So, does this mean we can't be in the club anymore?" Luke asked
    his Mom.
    	"We'll talk about it when you boys get home," their mother said
    as she was about to leave. At least she didn't say no, and she didn't
    make Luke and Nathan go with her when she left.
    	"I have to run some errands. I expect you boys to be home by the
    time I get there," she said.
    	"Okay, Mom," Luke said. "How long will you be?"
    	"Don't push your luck, be home right away," she said. "I'd make
    you boys come with me, but you have all those diapers on and I don't
    have time to take you boys out of them. I hope you wore some shorts
    over here."
    	"Yes, Mom, we did," Luke said.
    	"And be careful crossing the street over there!" she warned her
    sons. "There's lots of traffic out today!"
    	"Yes, Mom!" Luke groaned, annoyed by his mother's incessant
    nagging.
    	"Nice talking to you, Mrs. Larson," my Mom said to her as she
    left. She just waved and didn't say anything back to my mother as she
    went out through the gate.
    	I resumed the meeting at this point and apologized to the group
    for the interruption. I was glad to see that there was some pizza left,
    so I had another slice, now only lukewarm at this point.
    	"Okay, boys, this is it," I said as I reached for the bag I had
    placed under the table. I gave Cindy the cue to videotape this event
    since I would need a record of it.
    	"What do have there?" Bryce asked me.
    	"You'll find out," I said. I reached into the paper bag and
    pulled out a box of laxative pills.
    	"What are those for?" Derek asked me.
    	"They're laxatives, the big secret that I didn't tell you about
    earlier," I answered. "They make you poop like there's no tomorrow."
    	"Are we gonna take them?" Luke asked.
    	"Of course, it's part of your initiation. Why do you think I had
    Diane get us such big-ass drinks?"
    	"Do we have to do this?" Luke asked.
    	"If you want to be officially recognized as a club member," I
    said.
    	"It doesn't matter since we're all in diapers anyway," Aaron
    said. "I could take the whole box and these diapers would handle it!"
    Aaron stood up and spanked his own diapered butt just to demonstrate
    how heavily he was diapered.
    	"My diaper's already wet," Derek said.
    	"Mine, too," Nathan added.
    	"We're all going to get diaper changes before we take the
    laxatives," I said. I handed the laxatives to Tony while I went to get
    Lisa. Cindy and Gina to change diapers for the initiation. All three of
    the girls had been told about this and they knew what to do. It took
    all three of them to bring out all the diapers that we would need. I
    videotaped them walking out to the back yard. Each of them had an
    armload of diapers. Some of them were my older diapers that no longer
    fit me, but they would fit Derek and Nathan. Aaron was exempted from
    the pre-initiation diaper change as was myself because we both had on
    such big and thick sets of diapers compared to the other boys, who
    would all soon be in similarly heavy diapers. The diaper changes were
    also included on the video, but only after each boy had his genitals
    covered up by the diapers. The club rules stated that while videos and
    photos could be taken at the meetings, in no case were we to show any
    of the boys naked.
    	"We need to get going soon," Luke said. "My Mom said for us to
    come home."
    	"This won't take very long," I said. "Besides, once the laxatives
    kick in, you'll probably want to leave your diapers on awhile."
    	"Maybe I'd better not take laxatives," Luke said, sounding
    reserved. "Mom will get mad if she finds out."
    	Nathan encouraged Luke, however.
    	"Just tell Mom that you got diarrhea, and that will give you the
    perfect excuse to keep wearing diapers."
    	"Okay, I'll do it," Luke said, convinced to proceed with the
    initiation.
    	"Gotta get your diapers changed first, then take the laxative,
    not the other way around," I said. "No point putting the cart before
    the horse, if you know what I mean."
    	With the early afternoon sun high in the sky, there was only a
    little bit of shade in the back yard. In this small area where we were
    shielded from the hot sun was where the girls had set things up for our
    diaper changes.
    	"Okay boys!" Lisa shouted. "Who'd like his butt to be diapered up
    by me?"
    	Derek volunteered and went to Lisa first. He would not be
    disappointed by the time she got done pinning onto him more diapers
    than he had ever worn before. Cindy then diapered Tony, who agreed to
    wear cloth diapers for the initiation, putting him on an equal level
    with the rest of us. After all, as Directors, we had to initiate
    ourselves. Gina, of course, diapered Bryce, sparing nothing in the
    amount of thickness she applied to his diapers. Within minutes all
    three of the boys were wearing some very thick diapers with extra
    layers placed in the center, running all the way from the front through
    the crotch and back up to the seat. Derek's diapers looked
    disproportionately huge on his small seven-year-old body. They came up
    to his chest in the front and they went even higher over his butt.
    	Cindy finished diapering Tony at about the same time Lisa got
    Derek into the massive diapers that I knew she would put on him. We
    told the girls how many diapers to use, but Lisa would never settle for
    the minimum, of course. This was evidenced by Derek's difficulties that
    he dealt with in walking while wearing the ultra-thick diapers.
    	Next came Nathan's turn to be diapered, and Cindy had the honors.
    This left Luke, who, as I expected, was reluctant to allow anyone,
    especially Lisa, to diaper him. Lisa looked at him, indicating her
    eagerness to put the tall stack of diapers that remained before her
    onto him.
    	"I don't know if you want to change me or not," Luke said.
    	"Why not?" Lisa said. "Been doing it for years, you know."
    	"Well, I'm uhh, I'm uhh, well, more than wet," he said.
    	"That never stopped me from changing Chris all these years, and
    believe me, he's never 'just wet.'"
    	Luke slowly went over to Lisa and he lay himself down on the
    grass. He still appeared nervous.
    	"Relax," Lisa said to him gently as she looked at him while
    suspending her large body above him. Her loose T-shirt and lack of
    brassiere gave Luke a good glimpse at Lisa's bare breasts, which I was
    sure he enjoyed seeing, but he would have never, ever told me about it.
    	Lisa began to remove his diapers. She went about it more slowly
    than she did with me. Perhaps she knew that he would enjoy it and she
    wanted him to savor the experience. She got down to the last diaper and
    unpinned it, revealing a diaper full of piss and shit. The removal of
    the last diaper also revealed Luke's true feelings to getting a diaper
    change from a girl. He held his hand over his stiff, pre-pubescent
    penis. Lisa then moved his hand out of the way.
    	"Now, now, you stop that!" she said in a way to indicate she was
    not upset, but to make him feel more at ease. "Your dick looks the same
    as any other boy's, and they all react the same way to getting a diaper
    change, too."
    	"I can't help it that it does that," Luke said in an embarrassed
    tone, realizing that he had no control over his reaction to the visual
    stimulation of Lisa's nearly exposed chest as well as the tactile
    arousal brought on by her wiping the poop off his butt.
    	"It's gotta be doing it for a reason," Lisa smiled. Seeing that a
    patch of sunlight was coming through the trees and shining down on his
    naked body, Lisa pointed out the small shadow that his dick cast upon
    her hand.
    	"You'd make a good sundial," Lisa quipped, much to the amusement
    of the other girls who were watching. "Looks like it's 12:00 straight
    up, uhh, no pun intended, of course," Lisa added, referring to Luke's
    erection.
    	"You're close, 12:15," Cindy said as she looked at her own watch.
    	"We'll protect it from sunburn now," Lisa said as she began to
    fold and stack up the first of many more diapers that were destined for
    being pinned up onto Luke for the next several hours.
    	Now that everyone was super-diapered, we were ready to take the
    laxatives. In fairness, Tony and I each took a laxative tablet
    ourselves. Then, one at a time, the rest of the boys took their pills.
    Luke, of course, was being a holdout. He held the pill in his hand and
    studied it closely, contemplating the irreversible consequences to
    ensue following his taking of the pill. With the rest of us boys as
    well as the girls standing around him, this pressured him into
    swallowing the pill. We cheered as he ingested it. He was at the point
    of no return now.
    	"Okay, now we're ready!" I said as Tony and I began to lead the
    boys over to the gate.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 79
    ---------------------------

    	"Where are we going?" Luke asked.
    	"We're going out to the street," I said as I opened the gate.
    	"What? In our DIAPERS?!" Luke said.
    	"Of course!" I replied.
    	"Then what?" Luke asked, sounding apprehensive.
    	"Each of you has to walk to the corner and back," Tony said. We
    led the boys out to the front of the house where the neighborhood kids
    could see us all standing in the driveway in our diapers. While they
    had gotten used to seeing Tony and me, they were surprised to see that
    there were now seven of us. Some of them were laughing. Luke hid behind
    me.
    	"They're laughing at us, Chris!"
    	"let 'em laugh," I said. "They don't know what fun they're
    missing out on by not wearing diapers."
    	Tony and I escorted the five other boys to the sidewalk. Cindy
    followed us out there with the video camera to record this, the final
    stage of the initiation.
    	"Okay, guys, you all have to walk down to the corner and back," I
    said as I pointed to the end of the street down a ways from our house.
    Derek apparently wasn't looking where I was pointing. He looked the
    other way at the nearest corner and said, "Oh, I guess that's not too
    bad."
    	"No, no, Derek," I said as I turned him around. "*That* corner,"
    I pointed.
    	"My Mom won't let me go that far," he said.
    	"Your Mom's not home, is she?" Tony asked him.
    	"No, but Jennie is," he said.
    	"I heard her playing in the back yard with Steven," Tony pointed
    out. "You'll be fine."
    	"You might as well go first and get it over with," I told him,
    being that he was concerned about getting caught going beyond where he
    was allowed to play.
    	"Is anyone going with me?" he asked.
    	"Nope, you gotta go alone," I said. "We'll stand here and watch."
    	Tony and I stood on the sidewalk and watched Derek begin the long
    walk down to the corner. He appeared nervous when he realized that the
    other kids who were out in the street were looking at him. He stared at
    his house and made sure that Jennie would not see him go out of his
    bounds. After he was past his house he was in front of Mr. Miller's
    house. Mr. Miller was the old fart I had a run-in with earlier this
    summer when I riled his dog while going over to Derek's house. Mr.
    Miller was outside tending to his yard when Derek walked by. I couldn't
    tell what Mr. Miller said to him, but I know it bothered Mr. Miller
    every time he saw any of us going around in diapers.
    	Derek kept going, all the way to the corner. He then came running
    back, apparently wanting to get this initiation thing over with.
    	"Congratulations!" I said. "Derek is now officially a member of
    the D.B.A. Diaper Club!" I announced to everyone. They all applauded.
    	"So, what do I get for doing this?" he asked.
    	"You'll get your card, pin and then your shirt," I said. "After I
    send in the proof of everyone attending the orientation meeting and
    participating in the initiation they will send some pins with the club
    logo and your names on them. Then they'll send us all some shirts later
    on."
    	"That's what we're videotaping everything for," Tony explained.
    "They need us to send proof of you guys participating."
    As it turned out, his haste was brought on by the laxative going to
    work on him. He mentioned that he had already pooped in his diapers a
    lot.
    	"Really? I can't see a thing back there, just lots of white
    cloth," I remarked as I looked at Derek's butt.
    	"How long will the pill last?" Derek asked.
    	"I don't know, but I'd leave those diapers on for awhile if I
    were you," I advised him. For now, I issued Derek his temporary
    membership card. Included with the materials in the club binder were
    several pre-printed membership card blanks to be filled out and issued
    to each member upon completion of the orientation.
    	Bryce decided to go next. He strolled down the sidewalk as we
    stood and watched him traipse right on past Mr. Miller's place. This
    time Mr. Miller ran out to the sidewalk and yelled at Bryce.
    	"You kids get some pants on!" he shouted. Bryce turned around to
    look at him and then he kept going. Mr. Miller shook his head in
    disgust as he returned to whatever it was he was doing. After a few
    minutes, Bryce had made his way to the corner and back. On his return
    trip he got Mr. Miller's attention. He bent over in front of his yard,
    as if to be mooning him with his diapers.
    	"Oh shit!" Bryce interjected as he started running. Mr. Miller
    was right behind him with his hose with a nozzle attached. He sprayed
    water at Bryce, hitting him squarely on the butt with the water stream.
    	"Hey, kid, your diaper's wet! Better go get it changed!" Mr.
    Miller said wryly as he felt satisfied in having gotten back at Bryce.
    	"It already is!" Bryce said back. He came back to my house. The
    back of his shirt was wet and water was dripping from his plastic
    pants.
    	"What an asshole, that Mr. Miller!" I said. "I can't believe he
    did that!"
    	"It's okay,," Bryce said. "My plastic pants kept most of the
    water from hitting my diapers, and besides, they're wet and poopy,
    anyway."
    	"Bryce is now a member of the D.B.A. Diaper Club!" I announced as
    I shook his hand and handed him his card.
    	"Who's next?" Tony asked.
    	"How about you, Nathan, and Luke?" I said.
    	"Guys, we gotta get going, we're in deep shit enough as it is,"
    Luke said.
    	"After those laxatives kick in I'll really be in deep shit, get
    it?" Nathan laughed. I had to agree it was a cute little play on words.
    	"Well, we can always do this next time we have a meeting," I said
    to Luke and Nathan. They went into the house to get their shorts and to
    get their super thick diapers taken off. They were put back into the
    diapers they had on when they came over, which had been washed.
    	In the meantime Aaron took his turn in the initiation. While he
    was also inhibited at first, he was quickly getting used to other
    seeing him in his diapers, which he enjoyed. With this, he happily
    trotted down the sidewalk singing out loud his own version of the Pull-
    Ups jingle:

    I'm a big boy, look what I can do!
    I can shit my diapers, too!
    I piss in them with great delight!
    I wear them ev'ry day and night!

    They're always so tightly pinned on!
    Mommy, wow! I'm all dia-pered now!

    	Aaron only gave us an abbreviated version of the song while
    walking down the sidewalk. He had a much longer version of it, however,
    which he shared with the club afterwards. For now, Aaron had to go
    through with the initiation just like everybody else. Having seen what
    Mr. Miller did to Bryce, Aaron decided to have some fun. He also mooned
    Mr. Miller with his diapers and riled up the old coot.
    	"Come wet my diapers for me!" Aaron said before he stood back up
    and fled as Mr. Miller went after him. Aaron kept running the same way,
    going to towards the corner. He was out of range of Mr. Miller's hose.
    The old man saw us standing at the end of our driveway and he walked
    towards us.
    	"Listen, you boys," he said while staring me straight in the
    eyes. "I'm getting mighty tired of seeing you all running up and down
    the street in them damn diapers!"
    	"What's wrong with that?" Tony asked.
    	"It's indecent, and it's disgusting!" Mr. Miller said in a gruff
    voice as he adjusted his oil-stained John Deere cap. His breath reeked
    of cigarette smoke. Half his teeth were missing, and the ones he did
    have were all yellow. And he's calling us boys disgusting because we
    wear diapers and use them. Sheesh!
    	"Boys your age shouldn't be wearing diapers!" he said.
    	"But who's to say that we can't?" I asked him. He was wanting to
    talk, so rather than antagonize him I gave him a chance to find out why
    we were in diapers.
    	"What the hell is this, some type of club?" Mr. Miller asked me
    as he looked at all of us.
    	"Why yes, Mr. Miller, as a matter of fact, it is," I said in a
    smart-ass tone.
    	"Don't you get sassy with me, young man!" he said as he shook his
    finger in front of me. "I have a good mind to give you a whipping!"
    	"Good luck," I said while stifling a chuckle. "You'd never get
    all these diapers off!" I said as I turned my butt to him.
    	"This club is to let people like you know that there are older
    boys in this world who wear diapers," Tony said to Mr. Miller.
    	"Well I don't like it!" he said.
    	"Fine, you don't like it. That doesn't mean we're gonna stop,"
    Tony said.
    	We tried to get rid of Mr. Miller, but he stood there and kept
    telling us how he felt about us going around in diapers. He then
    rambled on about the problems with today's youth. We all tuned him out
    and didn't pay any attention to him. We would have gone in the house or
    to the back yard, but Aaron had not yet come back from the corner.
    	When Aaron came back he had picked up the hose in Mr. Miller's
    yard. He held his finger to his mouth, telling us to be quiet and not
    give any indication to his presence. We knew exactly what he was going
    to do. He aimed the hose at Mr. Miller. Then, in a old and daring move,
    he sprayed Mr. Miller in the back.
    	"Goddammit!" he said as he turned around and chased Aaron. Aaron
    couldn't run very fast in his thick diapers, but he got away from Mr.
    Miller. Aaron then ran into Mr. Miller's back yard, antagonizing hid
    dog. Where he went after that, we didn't know.
    	"Let's go to the back yard, guys," I said as Tony and I led
    everyone back through the gate. Aaron was already back there, having
    come down the alley and back into our yard through the back gate.
    	"Aaron, after a stunt like that, I'd definitely say that you're a
    member!" I said, not that I had any doubts that he would have any
    problems becoming a member being the diaper freak that he is.
    	Since it was getting late in the afternoon and everyone was
    getting tired I gave everyone their club project as assigned by the
    activities listed in the manual. For our next meeting we were to all
    write an essay in our feelings about toilet training, which we would
    then discuss when we gathered again.
    	We were all hot and thirsty, so we went into the house to get
    some ice water. Mom and Dad were busy getting their suitcases packed
    and ready to leave for the Oregon coast. Their 18th anniversary was
    going to be tomorrow. They decided to go a week before Labor Day and
    beat the travel rush, so it was a good time for them to leave. They
    would be gone until Monday. Mom called me into the front room and asked
    me how much longer the boys would be staying here.
    	"They'll probably be going home soon," I said.
    	"I want them gone before your father and I leave," Mom said.
    	"Okay," I said. I told everyone that the meeting would be
    adjourning shortly. I was ready for a nap anyway as being out in the
    sun all afternoon took its toll on me. We took our ice water out to the
    back yard with us. There was more shade back there now as it was
    getting later in the afternoon.
    	"Keep yourselves thickly diapered," I told all of the boys. "If
    the laxatives haven't gotten you yet, they will."
    	"I need to be changed, bad," Derek said as he rubbed his hands
    over his bottom. "I think I'll go home now and have Jennie clean me
    up."
    	"Tell her to diaper you up really good!" I said to Derek as he
    finished his glass of ice water and went back home.
    	"How are everyone else's diapers doing?" I asked them all.
    	"I'd be in trouble without these cloth diapers on," Tony said as
    he tugged at one of the many pins that were inserted into the heavy
    stack of cotton wrapped around his waist.
    	"So does that mean you're a convert now?" I asked Tony, hoping
    that maybe he would wear cloth diapers more often now.
    	"Maybe," he said. "I'd still miss my disposables, though," he
    added.
    	"I hope you have a good supply of them at your house," I told
    him. I let him take some cloth diapers with him in case he decided to
    wear them or if he ran out of his disposables.
    	Aaron called Diane to come pick him up. Diane had mentioned to
    him that she already had the pictures that she took of us this morning.
    Tony, of course, would just ride his bike back home in his diapers.
    Only Bryce would need a ride since Gina had already left for the day.
    Aaron assured Bryce that he could probably get a ride with him and
    Diane.
    	"Thanks, Bryce said to Aaron.
    	"I'd better get going," Tony said.
    	"Diane's bringing the pictures she took of us," I told Tony. He
    agreed to stick around and wait for Diane to show up so he could see
    the photographs.
    	When Diane showed up she showed us the photographs. They turned
    out very well. We passed them around and laughed at all the shots that
    she gotten of us. It was no surprise that Diane had a preference for
    getting pictures of our butts.
    	"These are great!" I said to her. "How much would it cost for you
    to get duplicates made?" I asked her.
    	"Keep 'em, they're a gift," Diane said.
    	"Gee, th-thanks!" I said, surprised that she would just give me
    the pictures. She mentioned that she had so many pictures of Aaron in
    his diapers.
    	"I have the negatives, anyway," Diane said. "I ran another batch
    for Aaron."
    	"What if the others in the group want them?" I asked her. She
    said she'd see if her parents would negotiate a special deal.
    	"So your parents know about all the pictures you take of Aaron in
    his diapers?" I asked Diane.
    	"Of course they do," Diane said with a smile. "They let me use
    all the expired film. We can't sell it, but it still works."
    	"Great!" I thought. I asked Diane if she could run another set of
    prints so I could send them to the club headquarters for inclusion in
    the monthly newsletter. She said she would be glad to do this.
    	At this time the rest of the boys left. Bryce went home with
    Aaron and Diane. Diane even gave Tony a lift. She was such a nice girl.
    I wish she were my sister.
    	Mom and Dad were ready to leave for the airport. Lisa was going
    to ride in with them so she could drive the car back home with her. I
    wanted to see them off, but I was a long ways from getting any pants or
    shorts on and they were needing to leave now. I was feeling rather
    tired anyway and I was thinking more about lying down in my crib at the
    moment. I gave Mom and Dad each a hug goodbye. Mom also gave me a kiss
    on the forehead and she patted my bottom. I hoped she wasn't doing this
    in case she got in a plane crash or something and would never see me
    again. While she did this out of affection, it was also her way of
    trying to detect how soiled my diapers were.
    	"You've been wearing those diapers all day, haven't you?" Mom
    said to me.
    	"Haven't been changed yet since this morning," I said.
    	"I don't care how many diapers you wear Chris, there still comes
    a time when they need to be changed."
    	"I know, Mom," I said. "I was busy with the meeting all day."
    	"How did the little meeting go?" Mom asked me.
    	"It was fun," I said.
    	"That's good," Mom said. "Looks like you got some color out
    there." Mom pointed to the sunburn that I had.
    	"Have Cindy put some aloe on you when she changes your diapers,"
    Mom said.
    	Before Mom left, she told me to be good and to obey Lisa and
    Cindy.
    	"Yes, Mom, I said.
    	"I don't want any sleepovers, and keep the house clean, too."
    	"I will, I promise," I said.
    	"Remember, Lisa is in charge."
    	"I know," I groaned.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 80
    ---------------------------

    	I had been in the same set of diapers for over eight hours and
    they bad become really wet from having peed out all sixty-four ounces
    of my drink from earlier, and then some. My diapers were also seriously
    soiled since the laxative tablet I took was working its magic. My
    entire butt was coated in wet poop as well as my lower back. I could
    feel it coming close to the top of my high diapers. The poop was so
    voluminous that the wide crotch of my diapers wasn't even enough to
    keep it out of my plastic pants. The poop was channeled up over my
    balls to the front of my diapers. Even the head of my hard dick was
    swimming in shit. I could only imagine how the other boys were doing
    with having taken the same laxative. Only Aaron had enough diapers on
    to handle as much poop as I was producing.
    	In spite of the condition of my diapers I probably could have
    stayed in them until bedtime. I always wanted to see if I could go an
    entire day-- twenty four hours-- without a diaper change. My record to
    date is sixteen hours. I was changed at 8:00 AM that morning and then
    changed at midnight. The girls were "on strike" that day, but Mom
    finally made them change me.
    	Every time I tried to break my record I was reminded of my reason
    to change my mind about pursuing this goal. Everything from my balls to
    my butt was itching and burning. I'll never forget the rash that I had
    after my last diaper-change marathon. My diapers were also getting very
    ripe and the contents were approaching the sewage stage; I smelled just
    as bad as a sewer pipe backup. The poop was actually leaking out of the
    wide crotch into the plastic pants. Forget breaking my record. It
    likely wasn't good enough for Guinness, and they would never print
    anything like this in their book anyway. I needed to be changed.
    	Cindy looked at me sitting on the couch while I sipped down a
    glass of ice water. She noticed the brown stains at each side of my
    crotch.
    	"Uhh, I think you need to be changed, Chris," she said.
    	"What makes you say that?" I asked her as I looked down at my
    diapers.
    	"Could it be that your diapers are leaking?" Cindy said. "It's
    been awhile since I have seen your diapers leak like that, as thick as
    you wear them now."
    	She told me to go into my bedroom so that she could change me. I
    lay down on my changing pad and watched as Cindy gathered up the
    necessary supplies. She picked up the powder container and remembered
    that I had run out. She shook it just to make sure that it really was
    empty.
    	"Shit, that's what I meant to do today," Cindy said. "Damn,
    Lisa's gone, too. Who knows how long they'll all be at the airport."
    	"It's not that far to walk to the store," I told Cindy.
    	"Yeah, I guess it's not that far," Cindy agreed. "And you do need
    your diapers changed-- now. I'll be right back."
    	"Can you get me a Coke?" I asked Cindy.
    	"The biggest, right?" she asked me.
    	"Of course," I replied as I sat up and ran my hands over the
    crotch of my very wet diapers.
    	"You're weird, Chris," Cindy said. "But I still love you."
    	"Thanks," I said as I watched Cindy leave my room. She grabbed
    some money from the "emergency stash" that Mom and Dad left us for any
    incidentals that may come up while they were gone. Cindy then left the
    house and went to the supermarket. While she was gone I decided to
    watch the video from today's club meeting. I popped it into the VCR and
    sat back down on the couch. Cindy got lots of good shots of us boys
    romping around in their diapers. I especially liked the shots Cindy got
    of me. As I watched the video I felt my dick get hard. I began rubbing
    the front of my diapers, feeling the wet fabric of my diapers and my
    shit surrounding my penis. It felt so nasty, but so good, too.
    	"God I look good in diapers!" I said out loud to myself as I
    repeatedly rewound and watched again the scenes where Cindy gave me the
    most uninterrupted camera time. I held the remote in my left hand while
    I stimulated my hard-on with my right hand. After watching this scene
    three times I left the tape run some more. Cindy got a good shot of me
    as I was bending over to tie my shoe. I decided to freeze the frame on
    this excellent shot. I slowly scanned the image from bottom to top. I
    started at the bottom of the screen with my shoes and then crew socks
    that went two thirds the way to my knees, followed by my bare thighs,
    and then at last, my butt with lots of thick white diapers all over it.
    The back of my head appeared at the top of the screen just above my
    rump as I started to bend down.
    	I set the remote control down and then ran both of my hands over
    my diapers. I studied the picture and captured the scene in my mind as
    I closed my eyes and concentrated on this image while rubbing myself. I
    felt my balls and my dick coated in shit as I rubbed the front of my
    diapers faster and faster. Every now and then I opened my eyes to
    refresh the picture in my mind and then I would go back to jacking off.
    I became so consumed in myself and the way I looked in my diapers. Then
    at last came my reward that I had been waiting to feel all day long
    after being around the other diapered boys. I felt my dick tingling and
    throbbing as I shot cum into the mixture of pee and poop in the front
    of my diapers. I continued to stoke myself after I felt the initial
    jolts of semen, savoring the sensation of shit around my shaft, trying
    to masturbate after ejaculation for as long as I could stand it.
    	At this moment the front door suddenly flew open. Cindy was back
    already, much sooner than I expected. My hands were still planted on my
    diapers when she entered the house and looked at me sitting on the
    couch. My face was red and I was sweating. Suddenly I sat straight up
    and stared at her. I was still breathing heavily and trying to restore
    oxygen to my brain. I felt dizzy and light-headed from my big orgasm
    and I was seeing stars.
    	"Don't even bother trying to explain," Cindy said with a smile.
    "I know exactly what you were doing, Chris, and you've done it lots of
    times before," Cindy said as she closed the door. She looked at the TV
    and noticed the still image that I used from the video as a visual aid.
    	"I'll remember to take more shots of you like that," Cindy
    commented. "You obviously like it when I get pictures of you in your
    diapers like this."
    	"Yeah, sure, whatever," I said as I continued to recover from
    nearly passing out.
    	"Oh come on, Chris, you're like every boy I know. You just do it
    in your diapers instead, and you do it because of your diapers."
    	"Cindy, please," I said, feeling embarrassed. "I don't talk about
    the things you do when you're alone, do I?"
    	"That's because you don't know about them," she said.
    	"I don't really *want* to know about them, if you want to know
    the truth," I said.
    	"How did you get to the store and back so fast?" I asked Cindy.
    	"I didn't go to the store. I just went to Derek's next door and
    borrowed some powder from them," Cindy said.
    	"Oh, okay," I said.
    	"You thought I was gonna be gone longer, huh, Chris?" Cindy said,
    further rubbing it in that she caught me jacking off again. I just
    nodded.
    	"I didn't hear you walking up," I said.
    	"I know," Cindy said with satisfaction, explaining that she had
    tip-toed her way to the front door. "I just wanted to see if I could
    catch you off guard, and I did."
    	"Are you ready to change me?" I asked Cindy.
    	"Of course, go to your room and I'll be right in."
    	With powder now available, Cindy proceeded with my diaper change.
    She piled up all my wet and stinky diapers in the pail. I had a swath
    of shit running from my belly all the way around back. Literally every
    square inch of the inside of my diapers was at least touched, if not
    smothered by my poop.
    	"Maybe you'd better stay away from laxatives, Chris," Cindy said.
    "Knowing the way you poop without laxatives, you sure don't need them.
    Boy, talk about adding fuel to the fire."
    	Cindy spent a long time cleaning me up. She wasn't used to seeing
    my dick in a flaccid state as I had just jacked off. I winced as she
    rubbed my balls. She knew to be more careful around my genitals after I
    had just played with myself.
    	Cindy had a lot of poop to clean off of me. In fact, I was so
    much of a mess that Cindy told me to go into the shower and spray
    myself off. I got up from my changing pad and walked into the bathroom
    naked with a layer of poop still coating my buttocks entirely. I
    stepped into the shower and sprayed off my butt first. Using the
    detachable shower head, this made it easier for me to clean the shit
    off of my butt. I decided to shower completely while I was at it,
    including shampooing my hair. The warm water irritated my sunburned
    arms and legs, so I turned it down to lukewarm. I felt so clean and
    refreshed after the shower. I wrapped a towel around me as I walked
    back to my bedroom. Cindy saw me in the hall as I was heading to my
    room, where she immediately pulled the towel away from me, exposing to
    her eyes my bare, now squeaky clean butt.
    	"Gee Chris, do you really think you really need a towel around
    you since I see you naked all the time?" Cindy commented as she
    clutched the towel in her hand.
    	"Well, yeah, it's a good idea, because right now I need to--" I
    said this as I realized I had to pee. It started dribbling on the
    carpet.
    	"Hand me that towel back, quick!" I told Cindy, who could see
    what was happening. She immediately tossed it to me. I bunched up the
    towel and crammed it in between my legs, using my thighs to hold it in
    place while I pissed into the towel.
    	"You really have no control anymore, do you?" Cindy said, now
    having seen for herself that I cannot hold pee anymore."
    	"Nope," I said. "Better get me diapered before I shit all over
    the place," I warned Cindy, reminding her that the laxative may still
    be active.
    	"I wonder what the doctor will say when he sees you next week,"
    Cindy said. "He hasn't seen you since you were nine, back when you
    still had control of your bladder and your bowels. How will you explain
    the reason you're incontinent now?"
    	"I dunno," I said. "But he'd better not tell Mom to re-toilet
    train me."
    	"Good God, I hope not, either," Cindy said. "Mom sure doesn't
    need to go through all that with you again!"
    	"And she won't," I said firmly.
    	"Not to worry, my little brother, Lisa and I will make sure you
    don't have a snowflake's chance in hell of using the toilet, anyway,"
    Cindy said as she prepared an enormous bunch of diapers for me to wear
    into the evening, knowing that I had taken the laxative. Using a
    combination of Thickies and conventional diapers, she bundled me up in
    the huge bunch of diapers and pinned them all up. A seemingly
    convoluted mass of cotton and safety pins already surrounded me as
    Cindy added two Thickies diapers to the top of the heap. These, too,
    were pinned up with a solid strip of diaper pins on each of my hips.
    She topped my heavy diapers off with three pairs of plastic pants,
    straddling the first two pairs over each other, each of them running
    closer to the opposite sides of my crotch, with the crotch of the third
    pair formed squarely in the center.
    	Cindy then picked up the diaper pail and commented on its weight.
    	"Chris, I don't think you realize how much weight your diapers
    add to you when you've used them," she said. She then handed me the
    diaper pail. I wasn't expecting the pail to be so heavy. As I took hold
    of the handle, I felt the bucket drag my arm towards the floor. Cindy
    laughed as she noticed my astonished look.
    	"See, told you it was heavy," Cindy said. She then took the pail
    out of my bedroom with her. She picked up the towel I peed in and she
    set it on top of the pile of diapers in the pail. I got up and followed
    her out to the laundry room.
    	"Are you still getting some powder and my drink?"
    	"Of course," Cindy said as she immediately dumped my diapers into
    the washing machine. "I gotta make sure you keep your diapers wet so I
    can stay in shape by carrying them to the laundry." With this she
    flexed her muscle and ran her hand over it.
    	After Cindy washed her hands and left for the store I went back
    to watching the rest of the video from today's diaper club meeting.
    Having shot most of my load, my dick wasn't able to attain more than
    half of an erection as I watched the video. I pressed up on the front
    of my clean, dry diapers and determined how sensitive my penis still
    felt. There were plenty of good shots of the other boys, especially
    Aaron, that would serve as good jackoff material later on after my
    genitals had a chance to recuperate.
    	I was so tired that I fell asleep on the couch. Several minutes
    had passed before Cindy made it back home from the store with some more
    baby powder and some other things that she bought. I didn't even hear
    her come in and she had to wake me up. Of course merely nudging me
    awake wouldn't have been fun enough for her, so instead, she pulled the
    straw out of my drink and sprinkled droplets of my pop onto my face.
    She repeated this a couple times, waiting for me to move. When I felt
    the drops hitting my face I woke up and slapped my face lightly to wipe
    off the wetness.
    	"What the hell?" I thought, thinking at first that the ceiling
    had a leak in it, only to wake up some more, enough to realize that it
    wasn't even raining. Cindy was standing above me, holding the straw
    over my head, ready to release more pop.
    	"Hey! Stop that!" I said. She released the pop from the straw and
    it hit me in the forehead.
    	"I just wanted to give you your drink," she said.
    	"It tastes better when it goes in my mouth, thank you," I said as
    I wiped my forehead.
    	"I didn't think you'd wake up," Cindy said. "You obviously didn't
    hear me come in. What else was I to do?"
    	Cindy then handed me my drink.
    	"Thanks," I said to her. I continued to sit on the couch and
    slowly sip down my drink and watch TV while Cindy started making
    dinner. For a moment I wished that my drink cup had been a baby's
    bottle. I don't know why, but I just felt like I wanted to have a baby
    bottle and enjoy my drink while lying down with my legs up in the air,
    just like a baby. For some reason I couldn't shake this thought. My
    sisters actually had me drinking from baby bottles when I first got my
    crib and had my room re-done, but the novelty wore off and I hadn't
    drank out of bottles ever since. A couple commercial breaks later I got
    up and went into the kitchen. It seemed that there were some baby
    bottles up on the top shelf of the cupboards last time I saw Mom get
    something out from up there. I pulled up a chair and started rummaging
    through the cupboard. Cindy turned her attention to me and asked me
    what I was looking for.
    	"Just something," I said.
    	"What?" she asked. "What are you after?"
    	I wasn't sure whether to tell Cindy that I was looking for one of
    my old baby bottles. Quickly I made up something.
    	"Well, there's stuff up here that we hardly ever use anymore, and
    I thought I might find something that we could use at the meetings," I
    said. It was weak, but plausible.
    	"Wait until we have our yard sale over Labor Day," Cindy
    suggested. "There's probably nothing up there you need or want.
    Besides, you might fall off the chair and land on your butt."
    	"So? What am I worried about?" I said while patting the diapers
    over my rump. "I'm covered."
    	Cindy just laughed as I said this.
    	"You're so silly, Chris," she said as I got down, not having
    found what I wanted.
    	I figured that Derek's brother Steven may still have his baby
    bottles. I decided to go next door and ask Derek if I could borrow one,
    assuming they still had some over there.
    	"Be right back, Cindy!" I shouted as I went towards the front
    door.
    	"Where are you going?" she asked me.
    	"Getting something at Derek's, I'll be right back."
    	"Dinner's almost ready," she said.
    	"I won't be gone long," I said as I went out the door. I walked
    over to Derek's house next door and rang the doorbell. Both Derek and
    Jennie came to the door. Derek had on the thickest set of diapers I had
    ever seen him wearing. Since he was only seven years old and his body
    was small, his diapers dwarfed his slender matchstick-like legs. He was
    waddling.
    	"Wow, your diapers look like mine now," I said.
    	"He's got the shits," Jennie said, giggling.
    	"That's a bad word," Derek said.
    	"Alright, you got the poops!" Jennie said again. "It just doesn't
    sound the same when you say it that way."
    	"The laxatives," I thought to myself.
    	"He's got diarrhea big time," Jennie said. "I diapered him for
    it, told him that I don't want to have to see or smell his poop,"
    Jennie proudly explained.
    	"You did a good job," I told her.
    	"Thank you," she said. "Actually, thank your sisters for showing
    me how they diaper you."
    	I realized that I was already gone longer than I expected, so I
    got down to business and asked Derek if he knew where any of Steven's
    baby bottles were.
    	"Yeah, Steven's got one in his mouth right now," Derek said. He
    pointed across the room. Steven was sitting on the floor, in just a
    diaper and T-shirt as always, nursing away on his bottle.
    	"He still uses a bottle?" I asked Derek.
    	"Yeah, since he knows he has to stay in diapers, he thinks that
    he can also still be a baby, so Mom just gives him bottles to drink out
    of. Why do you want one?"
    	"I dunno," I said, feeling my face blushing. "I just thought,
    well, I thought I'd try one. Have you ever done this?"
    	"Not since I was three, I think," Derek said. "I don't know if my
    Mom would let me use one."
    	"Maybe we can get together tomorrow or something," I suggested.
    	"Sounds fun," Derek said. "I liked our meeting today," he added.
    	"Glad you enjoyed it. We can watch the video tomorrow, too."
    	I followed Derek to Steven's bedroom, where he handed me one of
    Steven's bottles. It was empty, but apparently hadn't been washed. I
    figured I would take what I could get and deal with washing it once I
    got back to my house.
    	"Thanks," I said. "Bring a bottle over tomorrow, if you can," I
    said as I left Derek's house and went back home. I first stuck the
    bottle under my shirt to sneak it in to the house with me. I then
    tucked my shirt into my diapers and I moved the bottle around to my
    back where it was held in by the shirt, out of view by Cindy.
    	"'Bout time," Cindy said as she greeted me in the front room.
    "'Be right back', eh?"
    	"You know how it is when you visit friends, they keep you longer
    than you were planning on, you know."
    	Cindy could detect the guilty look on my face and she knew I was
    hiding something.
    	"You're up to something, Chris, I know it," she said.
    	"I just cleared five feet last time I checked," I said.
    	"Huh?" Cindy said.
    	"You said I'm up to something, and I said I'm up to five feet
    now."
    	"Whatever," Cindy sighed. "Your plate's out on the table, your
    food's gonna get cold."
    	I had to get rid of this bottle first. I told Cindy, "I'll be
    right there" as I headed towards the bathroom. "I need to wash my
    hands."
    	"Okay," Cindy said. "That's the first time nobody's had to remind
    you to wash your hands," she remarked as I went into the bathroom. I
    closed the door so that she wouldn't see that I had the bottle. I gave
    the bottle a superficial rinsing and then I let some hot water run over
    the nipple, hoping to cleanse off the germs. I then washed my hands as
    I told Cindy I would do. After I was done I quickly tossed the baby
    bottle into my room just to get it out of Cindy's sight for now.
    	I returned to the kitchen and joined Cindy at the dinner table.
    	"Since when do you close the bathroom door to wash your hands?"
    she asked me. Very astute observation on her part, I must agree.
    	"I dunno, habit, I guess," I replied.
    	"Habit? Habit? Other than brushing your teeth and washing your
    hands, you don't ever go into the bathroom enough to even develop such
    habits," Cindy said. "You surely don't go in there to use the toilet,
    that's for damn sure, so I can't see why you'd close the door."
    	"I take baths, and I close the door then," I said.
    	"What's the point? We see you naked every day, Chris," Cindy
    said. I then started eating my dinner.
    	"You know, Chris, you're acting really strange tonight," Cindy
    said.
    	"Well, you think that since I love to wear diapers that I'm
    strange, so well, yes, I am acting strange."
    	"No, I mean, you're acting *really* strange," she said. "I'm sure
    I'll find out soon enough why, I always do."
    	It was the first time I think I had ever been home alone with
    Cindy at night. She had made Hamburger Helper and served it with canned
    corn. I was surprised that she knew how to cook this well, forgetting
    that she took home economics last year. I was skeptical, but I didn't
    say anything before taking my first bite. It was just as good as Mom's
    and I wouldn't have known the difference.
    	"Didn't think I could cook this good, huh?" Cindy said.
    	"It's good, really, it is," I said to her.
    	"Thank you," she said. "It's really not that hard, just fry up
    some hamburger, stir in the mixes, you could even do it, Chris."
    	"Where's Lisa?" I asked, realizing that she had been gone longer
    than I expected. "Shouldn't she be back by now?"
    	"She's out with Betty and some other friends," Cindy said.
    	"She didn't tell me that," I said.
    	"Well, it's not like you need to know about her social life,"
    Cindy said. "She doesn't get Saturday nights off much working at the
    pizza place, so she's taking advantage of it, especially since Mom and
    Dad are out of town. She planned this whole thing in advance, you
    know."
    	"But isn't she supposed to be in charge while Mom and Dad are
    gone?" I asked.
    	"Yeah, but since she's out tonight, she's left me in charge until
    she comes home."
    	"Oh," I said. "So, it's just us?"
    	"Yep," Cindy said. "We'll be okay. I'll make sure nobody hurts
    you, Chris."
    	"Thanks," I said in a mildly sarcastic tone as I continued
    eating.
    	Cindy picked up a video rental while she was at the store.
    	"Wanna watch 'Lethal Weapon 3' tonight?" Cindy asked me while she
    held up the tape.
    	"Sure," I said. I liked the first two and had been wanting to see
    the third one since it had been recently released on video. I got
    settled down on the couch, taking with me a pop to drink, wishing it
    had been in the baby bottle that I borrowed. Cindy popped some popcorn
    and we were set.
    	"How are the diapers?" Cindy asked me.
    	"Clean and dry," I said, just to be sarcastic.
    	"You serious?" Cindy asked me, not expecting to hear this answer.
    	"What do you think?" I asked her as I spread my legs open. "You
    know they're wet and poopy by now."
    	"I know, I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable before
    starting the movie."
    	"I'm fine," I said. "Look how long I went around unchanged
    today."
    	"That's true," Cindy said. "I think you'll be good until
    morning."
    	Cindy wasn't really that bad to be around when Lisa wasn't there
    with her, and she was almost a different person entirely. Such moments
    like this were rare. She started the tape. Just as the opening credits
    appeared, the doorbell rang. Cindy paused the VCR.
    	"Dammit, we just started," Cindy said as she got up to answer the
    door. Cautiously, she peered through the peep hole before opening it.
    	"Who is it?" I asked her.
    	"It's Megan," Cindy said quietly so that Megan wouldn't hear her.
    	"Megan?" I said, surprised that she would be out when it was
    getting dark. Cindy then opened the door and invited Megan in.
    	"Megan, what are you doing here?" I asked her.
    	"I was bored, tired of babysitting my brothers, so I left and
    came over here," she said. Megan had an older brother and a younger
    brother, but she always liked to refer to both of them as little
    brothers since she said her older brother was so immature.
    	"I hope you don't mind," she said. "I probably should have
    called."
    	"We're just starting a movie," Cindy said. "You can stay and
    watch if you want. We've got popcorn, pop, we're set."
    	Megan agreed to stay and join us while watching the movie. She
    sat down next to me and looked down at my diapers. I knew she wanted to
    touch me there, but with Cindy in the room, I figured she wouldn't do
    it.
    	"Where are your parents?" Megan asked me.
    	"They're out of town," I said.
    	"Really?" she said. "So are mine."
    	Cindy was listening in on us.
    	"Now now, don't you two get any ideas," she said.
    	"What? We were just saying that both our parents are out of
    town."
    	"Well, I know what that can lead to," Cindy said. Now she was
    becoming more like the Cindy I was familiar with.
    	"I can't stay long, anyway," Megan said. "My brothers were
    fighting and I just needed to get out for a few minutes," she
    explained.
    	"Make yourself comfortable, stay awhile," Cindy said as she got
    up and gave Megan a bowl of popcorn and a can of soda. Megan remained
    seated next to me and she watched the movie. After a few minutes she
    put her arm around me. And then she slowly worked her hand down my back
    until she had it inside of the back of my multiple plastic pants. After
    she reached down in between the first and second pairs she realized
    that I was wearing more than one.

    	"You got thick diapers on, little boy," she whispered to me as
    she grabbed a handful of cotton while she had her hand on my butt. I
    was getting hard as I thought about the things she would want to do
    with me had she and I been alone. I put my arm around her. I could feel
    her bra strap under her shirt. I teasingly ran my fingers over it. I
    couldn't believe I was doing all this with Cindy sitting just in front
    of me. As long as she didn't turn around we were okay. When she hit the
    pause button, it was hands off for both of us as Cindy turned around.
    	"Nature calls, be right back," she said as she got up and headed
    for the bathroom. How nice it was for me to be in diapers, not having
    to get up and use the bathroom when it wasn't convenient for me to do.
    I could get my diapers changed whenever I wanted.
    	"No hanky-panky while I'm gone, okay?" Cindy said to us.
    	"Are your parents gone all night?" Megan asked me.
    	"Yep, until they get back on Monday. It's just me and Cindy."
    	"Where's Lisa?" Megan asked.
    	"She's out with friends, who knows when she'll get back. What
    about you?"
    	"Mine are gone until tomorrow," Megan said. "My brothers were
    fighting, so I left."
    	"When are you going back home?" I asked her.
    	"Soon, or Bobby will call the cops and have them look for me,"
    Megan said glumly, referring to her older brother. "They'd probably
    come here first."
    	"That's a bummer," I said. God I was horny and I wanted to kiss
    her cute, freckly pudgy face. Apparently Megan was reading my mind.
    With this, she per her hand around my shoulders and kissed me on the
    lips several times. We knew we were pushing our luck since Cindy could
    emerge from the bathroom any second, so we stopped.
    	"I can come back later tonight after everyone's in bed," Megan
    suggested. My hard-on went up another couple notches.
    	"Sure," I said nervously. "Just come up to my window, it'll be
    open."
    	Megan then spilled her popcorn down into the cushions of the
    couch.
    	"I'm sorry," she said.
    	"No problem," I said as I got up and lifted off the cushion. I
    bent over in front of Megan as I picked up the spilled pieces of
    popcorn. I did this deliberately, knowing that Megan was looking at my
    diapered butt.
    	"I'm glad it's you wearing those things and not me," Megan said
    to me while she patted my butt. "They make your butt look big and cute.
    My butt's big enough without diapers."
    	"I'm glad I'm wearing them, too," I said as I felt a big load of
    poop making its way out of my butt and into the diapers. I farted wetly
    and loudly. It was quite audible, albeit muffled through my diapers. I
    felt embarrassed to have taken a shit in my diapers with Megan standing
    right behind me.
    	"Sorry," I said as I put the cushion back in place.
    	"It's okay, Chris," Megan said. "I know you enjoy it when you
    make pooey in your diapers."
    	Cindy came back out of the bathroom. Megan had sat back down on
    the couch with me, distancing herself from me so that Cindy wouldn't
    suspect anything, but from the way she looked at us, I knew she had a
    feeling we took advantage of her absence. Cindy resumed the movie and
    we watched another twenty minutes of it before Megan decided that she
    had to go.
    	"Thanks for having me over," Megan said as she left. She winked
    at me to acknowledge that she would be back later tonight.

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Forever In Diapers, Parts 81-90

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