    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 31
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    	I was the first one awake among myself and my two sisters,
    between whom I was wedged like a sardine. I was hoping to sleep in, at
    least until 8:00, but thanks to the damn roosters just outside the
    window, my sleep was cut short. Apparently my sisters were not fazed by
    the roosters' crowing. Lisa was snoring and she was not about to move,
    I thought as I stared at her back towering over me like a mountain. She
    was big enough to shade me from the sun's early morning beam coming
    through the window.
    	Cindy was stirring a couple of times and I thought that maybe she
    was going to wake up, but she didn't. I didn't feel like lying there in
    between them and waiting for one of them to get out of the bed so that
    I could do the same. Most of all, I had a raging case of morning wood
    and I needed to satisfy my boyish urges at once, and even with my two
    sisters sound asleep, I wasn't about to attempt jacking off in such
    close proximity to them. I rubbed myself off and on to "keep it warm",
    however.
    	I pulled the covers back and sat up. I looked down at my thick
    diapers between my legs to examine the wetness. I felt the soaked
    layers of my diapers press up against my boner and I could feel and
    smell the poop in the back of my diapers. I then looked down at my
    diaper doohickey and examined the readings on it as well as the times
    at which it recorded me wetting and messing in my sleep. It recorded an
    unusually high number of small readings on the fecal measures, leaving
    me to wonder if I had just been pooping all night and not even
    realizing it. I was beginning to like having this little device on me
    as it made me realize how much I really needed to wear diapers now, in
    addition to enjoying wearing them.
    	I started to get up. Cindy stirred some more, so I waited to see
    if she was really awake. She then settled back down and I resumed my
    exit from the bed. While doing this I thought about how and where I
    could go in the house to relieve my sexual feelings. Perhaps Uncle
    Allen and Aunt Sharon were still asleep and I could go out in the
    living room or in the den.
    	Once I was on my knees I started to crawl towards the front of
    the bed. I was trying to be as quiet as I could in order to not disturb
    my sisters, but then without warning, a sudden fart emerged from my
    butt. The blast of my fart made the poop in my diapers bubble and this
    made it sound really juicy. It was a long, sustained fart, too. Not
    even two Thickies diapers could contain my farts as far as sound and
    smell were concerned, though the many plies of my diapers muted the
    fluttering considerably. It was enough to trigger the red light on the
    monitoring device, measuring 0.1 ounces of fecal volume. Now I had just
    figured out why there were so many readings such as this on the
    display. It usually didn't register farts.
    	I figured the girls would be awakened by this, but I proceeded to
    leave the bed quietly. Suddenly, I felt a hand lightly slapping my
    butt. I turned around and saw that Cindy was awake and sitting up.
    	"What are you doing?" I said as I turned around, seeing the light
    of the sun shining off of my white diapers and reflecting brightly onto
    Cindy's face, likely blinding her in the process.
    	"Pressing the snooze button," she said.
    	"Huh?" I thought, wondering what her comment meant.
    	"Did I wake you?" I asked her, still with my butt sticking in her
    face.
    	"Well, sort of. I was half-awake until you let that one rip," she
    said. "Who needs an alarm clock when we got you?" she chuckled as she
    slapped my butt again.
    	It was then that I figured out what Cindy meant by the "snooze
    button" when she patted me on the rear end earlier.
    	"Sorry, can I help it if Aunt Sharon gave me the rest of the
    baked beans last night?" I said.
    	"Doesn't really make any difference, I suppose," Cindy said. "If
    it's not your poop we're always smelling, then it's your farts!"
    	"You can blame the beans I ate if you want, but I blame the
    roosters," I said as I climbed to the foot of the bed and stood up.
    	"Where are you going?" Cindy asked me. "I know it's not the
    bathroom, that's for sure."
    	"I just thought that maybe I could watch some cartoons or
    something," I said. "I'm sure Aunt Sharon and Uncle Allen won't mind."
    	"No, I'm sure they won't," Cindy said. "Just keep it turned down,
    and don't laugh too loud."
    	I waddled out of the room, thinking of how I would get a chance
    to get in a self-induced quickie this morning. By the time I got to the
    bathroom door, Cindy had caught up with me as this was where she was
    headed.
    	"Now's my chance!" I thought as she closed the bathroom door
    behind me. I scampered out to the den and went over to the couch and
    lay down. I had a good view of the rest of the house and I would know
    if anyone would be coming.
    	I felt awkward being in Aunt Sharon's and Uncle Allen's house,
    lying on their couch as I started jacking off in my diapers. It took me
    a little longer to achieve an ejaculation than I expected as I was
    distracted by watching for others. Just as I was about to come I heard
    Cindy opening the bathroom door. I got in a couple more quick thrusts
    across the front of my diapers, knowing that Cindy would not appear
    right away. In fact, I thought she may even go back into the bedroom to
    get dressed or something, but instead she came out towards the den and
    saw me lying on the couch.
    	"I thought you were going to watch cartoons," she said as she
    approached me.
    	"I am," I said.
    	"The TV works better when you turn it on, you know," Cindy said
    as she sat down in the chair next to the couch and picked up the remote
    control to turn the TV on. "So what are lying there on the couch for?"
    	"I dunno, it just looked comfy, I guess," I said clumsily,
    desperately groping for an explanation, though doing this was all in
    vain. Without saying a word, Cindy looked at me with a smile, as if to
    acknowledge that she knew what I really had been doing on the couch.
    Then she said, "uhh, yeah, uh huh," satisfied that she had more or less
    caught me in the act again.
    	"So when do you think everyone else will be up?" I asked.
    	"Aunt Sharon and Uncle Allen are already awake," Cindy said. She
    then pointed to the window. "Aunt Sharon's out there tending to her
    garden now, and Uncle Allen's probably taking care of the horses or
    something."
    	"I suppose you want your diapers changed soon," Cindy said. She
    then got up and checked the readings on my diaper monitor.
    	"Whoa, Chris, you've pooped 19 times?" Cindy said as she looked
    at the number of bowel movement readings the device had recorded. "Most
    of them are like a tenth of an ounce. Is this thing working?"
    	"I think it recorded all the farts I cut last night," I said.
    	"From the way the bed smelled, I can believe it," Cindy said. "I
    could tell that it wasn't just your poop stinking up the bed."
    	"I'll wait until Suzy's awake, then she can change you, since she
    likes to change your diapers and she doesn't get to do it very often."
    	I continued to sit on the couch in my filthy diapers while I
    watched cartoons with Cindy. During this time I cut another fart,
    setting off the alarm device again, registering a total of twenty bowel
    movement readings. I also noticed that the "low battery" indicator was
    on.
    	"The batteries need to be changed on this thing," I said to
    Cindy.
    	"So that's why it's registering all your farts," Cindy said. "I
    remember that the book says that the device might start producing false
    readings when the batteries get low. I'd better get those numbers
    before the batteries go dead on us."
    	Cindy returned to the guest bedroom and got my tracking sheet out
    from my bag. She then sat down on the couch next to me and started
    writing down all the numbers.
    	"Are you gonna write down all those times it recorded my farts?"
    I asked her.
    	"I should," Cindy said as she snickered. "Wouldn't that be a
    gasser if they saw that on your form; get it? Gasser?"
    	"Yeah, I get it, hardy har har har," I replied sarcastically.
    	Cindy went ahead and omitted all the false readings, getting the
    last number just in time as the display went blank.
    	"Shoot," Cindy said. "I hope they've got some extra batteries
    around. I'll ask Aunt Sharon when she comes in."
    	A moment later, Suzy got up and greeted us in the den.
    	"Morning, did you all sleep okay?" Suzy asked as she rubbed her
    eyes, standing there before us in her pajamas.
    	"I did until those damn roosters started going off," I said.
    	"I guess you're not used to that," Suzy said. "How about you,
    Cindy?"
    	"Well, let's just say that Aunt Sharon shouldn't have given all
    those beans to Chris," Cindy said.
    	"What do you mean?" Suzy asked.
    	"Chris was getting out of the bed, and he was crawling across it
    towards the end of the bed, and then he cut the cheese big time and
    woke me up."
    	Suzy started giggling as she thought about this scenario.
    	I let another one rip and Suzy giggled some more as she heard it
    coming out so juicy, muffled by my diapers. Her eyes were fixed on my
    crotch, noting the source of the sounds and smells.
    	"Be prepared when you're changing him," Cindy warned Suzy,
    assuming she would want to change me, which she did.
    	"I'm sure you need your diapers changed really bad, Chris," Suzy
    said, her looks hinting that she wanted to do it.
    	"Is Lisa still asleep?" Suzy asked.
    	"Yeah, she's quite the sleepyhead, especially on weekends," Cindy
    replied.
    	"I can just change him out here I suppose," Suzy said. With this,
    she went into the bedroom to get all my diapering supplies. She came
    back with two more Thickies diapers, a pair of plastic pants, the
    powder container and the garbage bag that served as a changing pad. She
    had me lie on the floor as she began removing my diapers. She unbuckled
    the strap that held the monitoring device on me and she pulled out the
    strips from my diapers. The fecal measuring strip was coated in poop
    and Suzy put the entire set on the surface of the garbage bag.
    	"I'll take care of this for you," Cindy offered as she took the
    monitoring device into the bathroom to rinse off the strips. Meanwhile,
    Suzy dealt with a very messy and smelly diaper change, exacerbated by
    the odors of my farts, one of which I let loose while Suzy wiped up my
    butt.
    	"Whoa, them's powerful farts you got there!" Suzy said as she
    wasn't expecting me to pass gas at that moment. Within a few minutes
    Suzy had me freshly diapered up again, re-using every pin that was in
    my other diapers. She looked at me as I waddled around, proud of what
    she had just done to pad up my butt so much.
    	"Now what I do with these wet and dirty diapers?" Suzy asked as
    she realized that the diapers were too wet and messy to carry to the
    washing machine without possibly dripping a trail of pee and poop on
    the carpet. I suggested that she put the diapers in the garbage bag and
    carry them to the washing machine this way. Suzy agreed with this
    suggestion and carried off my diapers.
    	"These are heavy," she said as she carried the bag, not expecting
    my dirty diapers to weigh so much. Cindy had also gotten herself
    dressed while she was away. She came back wearing a pair of shorts. She
    was holding the monitor device. She asked Suzy, "got any AAA batteries
    lying around?"
    	"I think there's some out in the garage," Suzy said as she ran
    out there. She returned a moment later with two batteries. Cindy
    replaced them in the unit and then she strapped it around me after
    tucking the sensors back down into my diapers. Within minutes I let out
    another real stinker of a fart, but no bubbles or juicy sounds from a
    heavy layer of poop this time. The monitoring device did not register
    any activity this time.
    	Aunt Sharon came into the house a few minutes later to tell us
    that she was going to the store to get a few items for cooking
    breakfast when she got back. When she returned from the store she came
    into the house and hollered at Suzy.
    	"Did you take the batteries out of the garage door opener?" Aunt
    Sharon asked Suzy, holding the device in her hand with the battery
    cover off, revealing an empty battery compartment.
    	"Yes, Mom, I'm sorry," Suzy said. "I needed some AAA batteries."
    	"For what?" Aunt Sharon asked.
    	"Chris' diaper thingy, whatever you call that black box that
    measures his pee and poop. I couldn't find any in the drawer out in the
    garage, so I took them from the garage door opener."
    	"Oh, never mind," Aunt Sharon sighed. "I'll just buy some more
    when we take you kids to the water park later on."
    	Aunt Sharon then decided to get some of the washing done that
    morning. When she opened the lid to the washing machine, she slammed it
    shut immediately. I heard it come down with a loud clang.
    	"Phew!" Aunt Sharon said as she plugged her nose. "Did something
    crawl into our washing machine and die?"
    	"Oh, Chris' diapers are in there," Suzy said.
    	"Well, don't just leave them lying in there, Suzy. They're
    stinking up the whole house!"
    	"Sorry, Mom, I just wasn't sure how to wash them and I was gonna
    ask you. Do you know how to wash diapers?"
    	"Suzy, I haven't dealt with diapers in ten years," Aunt Sharon
    said. "Well, make that eight years, since I changed Chris more than a
    few times when he was four and still in diapers. They were disposables,
    anyway. How sorry I felt for Brenda having to deal with a boy still in
    diapers at his age, if she had only known how long Chris would end up
    wearing diapers. I was just glad to see you grow out of them and get
    potty trained so I wouldn't have to deal with the smell. God, I forgot
    how bad a pile of dirty diapers could get to smelling."
    	"So what do I do?" Suzy asked as her mother finished recounting
    her experiences with handling diapers. "How should Chris' diapers be
    washed?"
    	"Ask Lisa or Cindy," Sharon said. "They'd have to know, having to
    wash their brother's diapers all the time."
    	The rest of the morning passed without much incident. Lisa helped
    Suzy with getting my diapers washed, and Aunt Sharon had breakfast
    cooking. It was worth waiting for, especially the pancakes. Aunt Sharon
    kept them coming. I thought that it was a toss-up between how much Lisa
    ate and I ate, as I was full by the time I finished.
    	"You want more pancakes?" Aunt Sharon asked.
    	"No thanks, I'm stuffed," I said as I patted my diaper-covered
    stomach. I felt my full stomach bulging into my diapers. I wished for a
    moment that I could loosen my diapers the same way my Dad and Uncle
    Allen loosened their pants after eating a Thanksgiving or Christmas
    dinner.
    	"I think Chris has had enough to eat," Lisa said, seeing that I
    was rubbing my stomach through my diapers. "Besides, that's just more
    poop for one of us girls to clean off of Chris' butt when his body
    processes all that food he ate," Lisa added.
    	After we had breakfast I decided to use the phone and call Tony
    to confirm that he and Kara were also planning to be at the water park
    that day. Tony told me the time he would be there and where we could
    meet. With this arranged, I looked forward to still getting to do
    something with him over the long weekend, even with having to spend the
    time at my aunt's and uncle's house.
    	Just before we left, Aunt Sharon looked at me standing there in
    just my diapers.
    	"Chris, I think we need to do something about those diapers you
    have on there," she said.
    	"I'm just wet," I said. I showed her the monitoring device, which
    had only registered pee so far. "See?"
    	"Yes, but I mean, we're going to be heading out soon, so you need
    to get something a little more moderate than that on you. For one
    thing, you'd sink to the bottom of the pool with as heavy as those
    diapers would get after you wore them in the water."
    	I figured that this was probably an exaggeration, although
    according to Lisa, my diaper pail often felt almost as heavy as Dad's
    bowling ball bag when she lugged my diapers off to the washroom.
    	I was changed out of my Thickies and put into a disposable
    diaper, which was just one of my regular disposables that I normally
    wore to school. I asked for my pants, but Suzy wanted to see me go
    around in the disposable diaper for awhile since she rarely got to see
    me wearing one and she enjoyed hearing them crinkle. She mentioned that
    this reminded her of the four-year-old boy she babysits. She giggled as
    she watched me walk away, noting how the extra padding in the rear
    stood out and drew more attention to my butt. In fact, she even snapped
    some pictures when I wasn't expecting it, not that I wasn't already
    used to being candidly photographed in diapers by my own sisters.
    	"When are we leaving?" I asked Suzy.
    	"My Mom's outside hanging laundry on the clotheslines," Suzy
    said. "Then we'll probably leave."
    	"Okay kids, got all your stuff ready?" Aunt Sharon hollered as
    she came into the house with an empty laundry basket.
    	"Everybody except for Chris, since he needs to get some swimming
    trunks," Lisa said.
    	After everyone was ready, we climbed into Aunt Sharon's Chevy
    Suburban. Suzy climbed into the front seat while I joined Lisa and
    Cindy in the back, once again stuck in the middle.
    	"Isn't Uncle Allen coming with us?" Cindy asked Aunt Sharon.
    	"Nah, he's got too much to do today, and he wants to get it all
    done so he can spend the next two days fishing," Aunt Sharon said.
    	I noticed that the garage door was already up, and it stayed up
    as we backed out of the garage. I looked on the dash of Aunt Sharon's
    vehicle and noticed that the garage door opener was lying out, detached
    from the visor awaiting its new batteries. I felt momentarily amused
    and let out a suppressed laugh as I thought about how Suzy had swiped
    the batteries out of the garage door opener in order to get my diaper
    alarm going again. We were now on our way to Wicked Waters for an
    afternoon of what I hoped would be fun.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 32
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    	Upon backing out of the garage and the driveway as we headed for
    the water park, I noticed my diapers hanging so prominently on the
    clothesline on the side of the house. The diapers, being the only white
    articles of clothing hanging on the clothesline, stood out very
    conspicuously among the more colorful shirts, pants, shorts, and other
    articles of clothing that were more indigenous to Aunt Sharon's and
    Uncle Allen's place.
    	"Whoa, could you stop, please, Aunt Sharon?" I asked her. With
    this, she stepped on the brake and the vehicle skidded a few inches on
    the loose gravel driveway."
    	"What is it, Chris?" she asked me.
    	"Aww, you don't need a diaper change already, do you, Chris?"
    Lisa asked me. She checked the back of my diaper.
    	"Nope, not that I can tell," Lisa said before I had a chance to
    tell her that this was not the reason I asked Aunt Sharon to stop,
    though my reason was related to my diapers.
    	"Everyone's gonna see my diapers hanging out," I said as I looked
    at the diapers on the clothesline.
    	"Look at Chris' diapers!" Lisa snickered and pointed out as she
    and everyone else also noticed them. "See how heavy they are and how
    they make the clothesline sag?"
    	"Those diapers were pretty heavy when I took them out of the
    wash," Aunt Sharon said. "They have a lot of layers of fabric in them
    and they hold in a lot of water."
    	"They hold other things, too," Cindy added as she smiled.
    	"Don't you have a dryer, Aunt Sharon?" I asked her.
    	"We do, but when it's warm and dry like this, why not let Mother
    Nature take care of some of the chores?" Aunt Sharon replied. "It saves
    energy, anyway."
    	"Mom, Everyone's gonna think that they're *my* diapers and that
    *I'm* wearing them!" Suzy said in a very concerned voice. "Can we go
    back and take them down or something?"
    	"No, Suzy, I don't think that's necessary," Aunt Sharon said.
    Aunt Sharon then started backing out some more.
    	"But everybody who lives out here knows us, and they'll think
    that they're my diapers, and I don't want them to think that!" Suzy
    continued to complain.
    	"Suzy, we live out on a seldom-used road, for one thing," Aunt
    Sharon started to explain. "The people who do come by here are usually
    traveling sixty, seventy miles an hour-- or more-- and they're not
    likely going to even notice. If by some off chance one of the neighbors
    or someone does ask about the diapers, we'll just simply tell them that
    our nephew was here for the weekend and then explain that he wears
    diapers, simple as that."
    	"But some people from school might come by here; they go by on
    their bikes all the time, and they'll see them," Suzy said. "They're
    gonna assume that they're mine. Can we just take them down and put them
    in the dryer instead?"
    	"Fine, then Chris' diapers will just have to wait until later to
    be dried," Aunt Sharon said as she stopped to pick up the mail from the
    mailbox. She then drove back towards the house.
    	"Go take them down if it will make you feel better," Aunt Sharon
    sighed.
    	"Yes, Mom, it would make me feel *much* better," Suzy said
    emphatically. Lisa and Cindy agreed that they didn't want anyone to
    think that someone other than me was the diaper wearer at their place,
    definitely not Suzy. Being that I felt that diapers were a boys' thing,
    anyway, I agreed as well, though I didn't say anything about it.
    	"Why not just put Chris' diapers in the dryer?" Suzy asked her
    mom again.
    	"Because I don't want to run the dryer when I'm not home. Your
    dad's going to be outside most of the day and he's probably going to
    leave, too."
    	"How about put up a sign on the line?" Lisa suggested.
    	"Hey, that rhymes!" Cindy pointed out.
    	"I'm a poet and didn't know it!" Lisa laughed. "Seriously, put up
    a sign and have it say, 'These are Chris' diapers, not, Suzy's.'"
    	"Good idea!" Suzy agreed. Aunt Sharon stopped a few feet from the
    garage and let Suzy out. Lisa went with her, while Cindy and I stayed.
    	"Hurry!" Aunt Sharon said as she agreed to wait for the girls.
    She expected them to take the diapers down from the clothesline and
    take them in the house. Instead, Lisa and Suzy had gone into Uncle
    Allen's shed. He had a roll of butcher paper in there along with some
    big markers. He had used these supplies to make signs to advertise his
    various crops that he took down to the corner where he sold them.
    	"What are they doing?" Aunt Sharon asked.
    	"They're probably making that sign that Lisa was talking about,"
    Cindy said.
    	"Oh, please," Aunt Sharon sighed.
    	"When you think about it, wouldn't you do the same thing, Aunt
    Sharon?" Cindy said. "I mean, if people saw that there were diapers at
    your place, and you were the only child, they'd probably think that you
    were wearing diapers, right?"
    	"I suppose, possibly," Aunt Sharon said. "But I really don't
    think it's necessary that they do all this. But then, girls can be so
    self-conscious, too."
    	"So can boys," I affirmed.
    	"Well, Chris, after being in just your diapers most of the time
    for over three years, I'd have to say that self-consciousness for you
    has pretty much gone out the window," Cindy said as she patted my knee.
    	Moments later, Lisa and Suzy came out from the shed with a big
    sign that was probably eight, maybe ten feet long. As they hung it, the
    sign's message was revealed. The lettering spanned the entire width of
    the paper and was written on two lines. It read: "OUR NEPHEW CHRIS
    WEARS THESE DIAPERS NOT OUR DAUGTHER SUZY".
    	"Looks good!" Cindy said. "I think that says it all, since most
    people would have no idea who 'Chris' is anyway.
    	"What do you think, Mom?" Suzy asked.
    	"Well, anyone who comes by here will know our nephew wears really
    big and thick cloth diapers, that's for sure," Aunt Sharon said.
    	"Better than them thinking that it's *me!*" Suzy said. "Thanks
    for waiting on us, Mom, I really do very much appreciate it."
    	"You're quite welcome, Suzy," Aunt Sharon replied.
    	"Why did you write 'nephew' and 'daughter' on there?" I asked
    Lisa.
    	"Well, there are some girls named Chris, too, as in Christina, so
    we wanted people to know that the 'Chris' that the sign refers to is a
    boy," Lisa said. "We also wrote it as if Aunt Sharon and Uncle Allen
    wrote it, which is why it doesn't say 'cousin.'"
    	"Whatever," I said. I could read the sign all the way from the
    road as we headed towards town.
    	With this important task out of the way, we were finally on our
    way to the water park. We drove several miles to reach the outskirts of
    town, and then a couple more miles to get to the nearest K-Mart, which
    was where Aunt Sharon took me to pick out some swimming trunks. We all
    decided to go into the store since Lisa and Cindy as well as Suzy had
    to fulfill their girlish urges to shop and look at clothes and the
    like. Aunt Sharon also bought the AAA batteries for the garage door
    opener while we were there.
    	When it came time for me to pick out some swimming trunks to
    wear, I came to the realization that I didn't even know which size to
    get! Having been in diapers for the last three and a half years, I
    hadn't even paid much attention to what size I was, and when I was
    looking through the rack, I noted that the sizes for the boys' swimming
    trunks were designated as S,M, L, and XL. I was confused and I didn't
    know what to do. I looked around for a clerk, but none were to be
    found. I had a feeling Aunt Sharon was expecting me to pick out a pair
    right away and pay for them so that we could get going.
    	A few minutes later Lisa came into the boys' department to check
    on me. She saw me still going through the racks of swimming trunks.
    	"Haven't you made up your mind yet?" Lisa asked me.
    	"Well, I kind of like these, but I'm not sure they're the right
    size," I admitted.
    	"Well, that's easy," Lisa said. I remember that when I filled out
    that first survey you measured 26 inches without diapers on and 33
    inches with diapers on."
    	"Lisa!" I said, asking her not to mention "diapers" so openly in
    the presence of the other shoppers.
    	"We're in the boys' department, Chris; chances are that some of
    the other boys in here wear diapers, too," Lisa said. I just let it
    pass since it was too late anyway, had anyone heard her.
    	"But that measurement was taken when I had *cloth* diapers on," I
    whispered to Lisa. "I'm wearing a disposable."
    	"Okay, then just try these," Lisa said as she picked out a pair
    of swimming trunks that she felt would probably fit over my disposable
    diapers. They were plain blue, nothing flashy or fancy, but I didn't
    really care.
    	"I think these will fit you with what you have on underneath,"
    Lisa said. I cringed as she again hinted at my wearing diapers.
    	"Maybe I should go try them on first," I said.
    	"Do that, and then I'll go find Aunt Sharon to let her know,"
    Lisa said. Before Lisa left, she directed my attention to the sign
    posted outside the dressing stalls. She read it aloud: "State health
    regulations require that undergarments be worn when trying on
    swimwear."
    	Lisa then added, "I think you're pretty well covered as far as
    wearing undergarments is concerned." She then gave me a smack to the
    rear before leaving to find the others.
    	I went into the changing stall and closed the door. I stripped
    off my pants and looked down at my wet diaper which I could also see in
    my reflection in the mirror. I instantly became stiff as I briefly
    examined myself in the disposable diaper. I turned around and looked at
    my padded rear end. I then held the swimming trunks before me. I knew
    they'd be too big without a diaper, but my diaper was quite thick, even
    for not being a Thickies. I slipped the trunks on and pulled them up
    over my diaper. I checked to see how much my diaper would show through
    them. The trunks were baggy and still a tad bit loose, but I felt this
    helped hide the fact that I had a diaper on. I knew Aunt Sharon didn't
    want to wait all day and I was satisfied with how the swimming trunks
    looked. I then took them off and then put my pants back on.
    	"Do they fit?" Lisa asked me as she and the others were now
    waiting on me outside of the changing stalls.
    	"Yeah, I think. They're just a little loose, but they'll do," I
    said.
    	"Well, let's go ahead and get them since I want to get going,"
    Aunt Sharon said. We went to the register and Lisa, who had the money
    that Mom gave me, and paid for them.
    	We drove a few more miles to get to the water park. It was
    unseasonably warm on this day with a high of ninety degrees in the
    forecast, according to the announcer on the radio. As expected, there
    was a big turnout at the water park's opening day. Aunt Sharon dropped
    us off at the entrance and gave us enough money to pay our admission
    and to buy food and drinks.
    	"See you kids at about 4:00, have fun!" Aunt Sharon said as she
    drove away.
    	Once inside the park, I felt nervous as I came to the realization
    that I would have to go into the men's dressing room and take off my
    pants in front of the other boys and men who would be in there. Being
    that the rest of my party consisted entirely of girls, nobody else
    would be in there with me and that I would be all alone in facing any
    onlookers. I watched as Lisa, Cindy and Suzy all went into the women's
    dressing room single file. I just wished Tony was going to be here at
    this time so that he and I could at least show off our diapers at the
    same time. He wasn't expected until about 12:30 or so; it was just past
    11:00, so I couldn't wait this long.
    	I knew that the girls would be coming out of the dressing room in
    their swimsuits, ready to go down the slides. I had to get moving, so I
    went into the dressing room. I looked around and saw several boys in
    various states of dress, some of them completely naked. I couldn't help
    but to get hard when I saw them, especially since the ones who were in
    white briefs somewhat appeared to be diapered, at least this was what
    my mind had tried to envision for me.
    	As I walked around I tried to find a private stall, hoping that
    one would be provided. No such luck, I had to change right out in the
    open with the rest of them. At the same time I was hoping to see at
    least one other boy my age wearing diapers. I was pleased to see that
    one boy had some rather impressive brown streaks in the seat of his
    underpants. He looked to be about eight or nine.
    	One boy in particular caught my eye when I noticed that he was
    wearing what looked like white underpants, but that they were quite
    thick, more like training pants. I especially enjoyed seeing the extra
    thick panels sewn into the seat. He didn't seem to mind that others,
    such as myself, saw him wearing these diaper-like underpants. He was
    also accompanied by another older boy who I assumed was his brother. I
    watched him strip off his shorts to reveal that he was wearing the same
    thing!
    	I didn't feel so bad now, knowing that there were at least two
    other boys in what I considered to be diapers, so I located a spot on
    the bench and stripped off my pants. In spite of the fact that the
    other two "diapered" boys were in close proximity to me, several other
    boys seemed to notice that I was wearing a disposable diaper. I thought
    that perhaps my white padded butt would blend right in with the white
    underpants that many of the other boys had on, though many of them were
    also wearing cartoon-printed briefs, and a few of them were wearing
    boxer shorts, mostly the boys who were older than me. I heard a few
    giggles and laughs, but I figured these kids didn't know me and I
    didn't know them, so I ignored them. I turned around to hide the fact
    that my diaper was soaked and that if they saw my diapered butt, at
    least they wouldn't see my face in case by some chance it was someone
    who recognized me from school. In a strange sort of way, I sort of
    enjoyed knowing that some of the boys saw my diapered rear end,
    thinking that perhaps they would get hard from seeing it and that it
    may even "rub off" on them and urge them to wear diapers if they had
    the same feelings about them as I now did.
    	I then took off my shirt and my socks. I put on the brand new
    swimming trunks, so new that they still had the tags dangling from
    them. I pulled the tags off and let them fall to the floor and then I
    put the swimming trunks on. I gathered up my clothes and carried them
    out with me. I felt more awkward without having a shirt on than
    anything as I was not used to this.
    	"About time you got out here!" Lisa said as she stood there in
    her swimsuit, which revealed her much of her large, flabby legs, wide
    hips, large chest, and her big, fleshy butt.
    	"Ooh, look at that sexy, white chest!" Lisa mocked, drawing
    attention to my lack of any sort of tan.
    	"What took you so long in there?" Cindy asked. Her swimsuit
    wasn't any more modest in its coverage. "Did you have to change your
    diaper?"
    	Just as I was about to tell Cindy not to mention diapers, I came
    to the realization that I didn't bring any extra diapers with me.
    	"Shit!" I exclaimed.
    	"What's the matter?" Cindy asked.
    	"I don't have any extra, you know--"
    	"You didn't bring any extra diapers?" Lisa said.
    	"No, I didn't, and I'm quite wet as it is now," I said.
    	"Your diaper's gonna get wet anyway when you get in the water,"
    Suzy said.
    	"Yeah, but he's due to poop soon, or have you done that yet?"
    Cindy asked. Lisa then pulled on the back of my swimming trunks and
    looked down inside my diaper. Never mind the fact that she did this
    with dozens of people milling around about the dressing room entrances
    as well as the gift shop/game room and the snack/food counter.
    	"Nope, no poop yet," Lisa said. A lady and a her son both looked
    at us as they walked past. I knew that Aunt Sharon's breakfast would
    catch up with me sooner or later and my diaper would be loaded. I knew
    that once this happened I couldn't go down the slides until I could get
    a clean diaper.
    	"I could see if they sell any diapers in the gift shop," Cindy
    suggested.
    	"Yeah, right," I said. Then it occurred to me that Tony was
    expected and that he would likely bring some extra diapers with him. I
    mentioned this to Lisa.
    	"Just hope that he won't forget his, too," Lisa said.
    	"How about I call him and ask him to bring some for me, too?" I
    suggested. With this, Lisa gave me a quarter so that I could call Tony
    to tell him what my situation was. I found out that Tony and Kara were
    expected to come by in about an hour or so. With this, Cindy applied a
    generous amount of sunscreen to my shoulders and my back. She moved to
    my chest and spread it all over. She knelt down and spread it over my
    legs, too.
    	"You're definitely going to need sunscreen," Cindy said. "You
    look like the Pillsbury dough boy, except he doesn't wear diapers."
    Upon saying this, Cindy then poked me in the stomach.
    	"Hey!" I said.
    	"No, you're supposed to giggle like the Pillsbury Dough Boy,"
    Cindy said.
    	"Well, I'm not the Pillsbury Dough Boy," I said.
    	"Right, you're the Barrett Family DIAPER Boy!" Cindy said. It was
    no use trying to get her to not mention my diapers so loudly. Everyone
    was bound to find out sooner or later.
    	With my body now slathered in sunscreen, the girls led me up the
    hill that led to the top of the water slide that we were about to go
    down. As I walked up I watched several people-- kids mostly-- briskly
    shooting down the slide. It looked like a lot of fun and I couldn't
    wait until it was my turn. When we reached the top we were faced with a
    long line ahead of us, but it seemed to move quickly. I noted that the
    slide was called "Blitzkrieg" as indicated by a large sign. I stood
    behind Cindy and Suzy, with Lisa behind me.
    	"Your diaper's showing," Lisa said as she grabbed at the
    waistband of my swimming trunks. In a brief instance I thought she was
    going to yank them down and make them show more, but she was being nice
    and instead pulled them back up for me. The fact that she mentioned my
    diapers amid several dozen people waiting in line and that she was
    reaching around my waist drew just about as much attention as if she
    had pantsed right there.
    	Finally we reached the front of the line. I watched Suzy go down
    first and she was gone in a flash. Next, Cindy positioned herself at
    the head of the slide, virtually mooning me with her butt-revealing
    swimsuit as she prepared to take the plunge.
    	Now it was my turn. I stood there for a moment and waited for the
    lifeguard's cue. When he gave me the okay I hunched down and shoved
    off. I went down the initial slope and picked up a great deal of speed.
    I felt like I was going a hundred miles an hour! The slide then
    flattened out to a gentler slope and I started to slow down. I kept
    going, albeit at a slower pace than what I would have liked to be
    moving. I then started having to push myself along to pick up some
    speed again.
    	"Shit, this isn't good," I said to myself.
    	Behind me, Lisa was moving along at a good clip, her body weight
    giving her plenty of momentum. A moment later she suddenly came sliding
    and then crashing into me like a freight train smashing into a car
    stalled on the tracks, all two hundred and fifty plus pounds of her.
    	"Chris, I'm behind you!" Lisa warned me just as she slammed into
    me, as if I could have gotten out of the way. She gave me quite a
    boost, to say the least, as she spread her legs upon making contact
    with me to keep her feet from hitting my butt. Even my thick diaper
    wasn't enough to protect me from taking the brunt of the impact. Lisa's
    weight carried me the rest of the way down to the landing pool at the
    end of the slide.
    	"Was that fun or what?" Lisa asked me.
    	"Yeah, until I got stuck," I said, feeling disappointed that I
    wasn't able to maintain a swift speed.
    	"Good thing I came along behind you," Lisa said. "Let's go
    again."
    	I stood up from the landing pool and tried to assess the
    condition of my diaper after I had been sitting in water. It felt quite
    heavy and waterlogged now. Its weight was enough that if it came loose
    it would pull my swimming trunks down with it in an instant.
    	"I don't think I should be wearing diapers here," I meekly said
    to Lisa.
    	"You, Chris, and no diapers?" Lisa said. "That would be a very
    bad idea, definitely a very bad idea. You need diapers like a fish
    needs water, boy."
    	"Yes, but, you see..."
    	"What's wrong?" Lisa asked.
    	"They're all full of water," I said.
    	"No different than peeing in them, I suppose," Lisa said. "Let's
    take a look."
    	"Here?" I asked her.
    	"We'll go over to that tree over there, I'll just take a quick
    peek," Lisa said.
    	With this, Lisa escorted me away from the slide area and onto the
    grass. She found an isolated area where there weren't very many people
    and she took me to one of the small evergreen trees that dotted the
    lawn. Here, Lisa pulled back on my swimming trunks, trying to assess
    the situation while minimizing the extent to which my diaper would be
    exposed. Having no other choice, Lisa ended up pulling my swimming
    trunks all the way down to my knees, exposing my diaper in its
    entirety.
    	"Don't pull them all the way down!" I shouted. I looked around
    and noticed that a couple kids were watching curiously.
    	"Well, I'm sorry, Chris, but I don't have x-ray vision and I
    can't see what they look like if I don't!" Lisa said impatiently.
    "Look, this will just be a second."
    	Lisa then took a look at my butt and the way my diaper was
    sagging and bloated from all the water that it had absorbed. I could
    feel the diaper hanging low enough that it wasn't snugly pulled up into
    my crotch like I was used to. I could feel air blowing onto my dick and
    balls.
    	"Yeah, they are a tad soaked, I'd say," Lisa said as she patted
    my butt out of habit, so it seemed. Water then started coming out from
    the leg openings. Seeing that this extracted some of the water, she
    kept pushing on my buttocks, squeezing more of the excess water out of
    the diaper.
    	"What are you doing, Lisa?" I asked her.
    	"Getting the water out of your diaper," she said. "I think that's
    as good as it's gonna get, I'm afraid."
    	"I wanna go home," I said.
    	"We just got here, Chris," Lisa said. "We'll get used to handling
    you wearing diapers by the time the day's over. I may just have to do
    this after every slide we go down, not that I don't mind."
    	"You do it all the time," I sighed.
    	"I know," Lisa said with a smile as she pulled my swimming trunks
    back up.
    	We went back up the hill and waited in the same line with pretty
    much the same people around us. Cindy and Suzy had already gone up and
    were at the front of the line by the time we reached the top. As I
    stood and waited, I felt Aunt Sharon's big breakfast working on pushing
    out some of the stools that had already been processed and were
    awaiting delivery out my butthole.
    	"Uh oh," I said.
    	"What's wrong?" Lisa asked me. I turned around and whispered in
    her ear.
    	"I'm about to poop," I said.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 33
    ---------------------------

    	I could feel my bowels churning and I knew that it would only be
    a few minutes before my water-soaked diaper would also be loaded with
    poop. I was used to this situation at home, and even in school it
    wasn't so bad. As long as I knew my diaper was tightly and securely
    wrapped over my butt and pulled up against my crotch I felt I was safe.
    I was standing in line at the water park, anticipating my next plunge
    down the slide, wondering when the next poop to come out of my butt
    would materialize in my diaper.
    	"We'll be at the front of the line soon, you think you can make
    it to that point?" Lisa asked me.
    	"I hope so," I said to her. "Maybe I should just walk back down."
    	"We're almost there," Lisa said as she patted me on the shoulder.
    	As I reached the beginning of the slide, I was given the cue to
    go. Once again I was off to a swift start as I slid on my butt, but as
    I approached the halfway point and the slope flattened out, my body
    slowed to a crawl. While I was trying to keep myself going, I released
    my bowel movement into my diaper. It all came out in one sudden dump.
    My poop was already wet and runny as it shot out my butt and into my
    diaper and it was leaking out of my diaper's leg openings. My diaper
    was no longer able to contain my poop as it had been loosened up by the
    weight of the water that my diaper had soaked up again. As the water
    flowed past me I saw two parallel streaks of brown, diluted poop
    originating from my crotch and floating down towards the bottom, the
    poop dissipating several feet ahead of me.
    	Lisa must have known that I would probably get stuck as I had
    been expecting her to be coming, so she must have waited a few seconds
    longer. I just needed to get out of this slide since my poop was
    tainting the water and I needed her to give me a boost. Seconds later,
    Lisa plowed into me again.
    	"Here I come!" Lisa shouted to warn me. I felt her crotch make a
    harsh thud into my back. She had her large legs wrapped around me as
    she pushed me to the bottom. As I struck bottom, I felt a strange
    sensation in my diaper. It felt that it had exploded. All I could feel
    was the materials of my sodden diaper clinging to my skin. The outer
    liner had burst and my diaper was not able to contain the pile of poop
    that I had put into it. I was still sitting down when I saw two brown
    clouds forming around my leg openings.
    	"Chris, get out of the water!" Lisa told me as she saw what I had
    done. Immediately I stood up. I watched the brown clouds dissipate into
    less visible traces as the water swirled and circulated in the small
    pool. Other people seemed to be oblivious to the somewhat cloudy and
    murky water. I felt bad that I might have contaminated the water so
    that nobody else could use the slide. I told Lisa about this concern.
    	"They have filters on these things," Lisa said to try to assure
    me. She then looked at me and saw that poop was streaking down my legs
    now.
    	"I don't wanna go down the slides anymore," I whined.
    	"Well, you're probably gonna have to wait until Tony gets here to
    bring you a new diaper. You definitely can't go in the water now."
    	"My diaper exploded," I said, feeling like I was about to cry
    from embarrassment.
    	"Let's just wait a minute and watch for Cindy and Suzy to let
    them know what's going on, and then we'll go over to the shade where we
    can sit and watch for Tony."
    	"Okay," I said, trying not to cry. I got to thinking about how
    this wouldn't have happened while wearing a cloth diaper and wished I
    had thought to wear one, or at least a couple.
    	When Cindy and Suzy splashed into the landing pool, I watched
    Lisa get up and run over to them. I watched her big butt jiggling in
    her black swimsuit and waves running down her legs as she trotted over
    to the other girls. They came over with Lisa as she talked to them.
    	"Chris has had a bit of a problem with his diaper," Lisa said.
    "You girls just go have fun and I'll stay with Chris."
    	"Cindy and Suzy both looked at me as I sat on the grass with
    brown streaks on each of my legs.
    	"You'd better get him cleaned up," Cindy said. "Where did it
    happen?"
    	"He said his diaper exploded when he got to the bottom of
    Blitzkrieg."
    	"Let's go to another slide," Cindy said as she and Suzy ran off.
    	"We'll check back in a little while," Cindy said as she ran back
    up the hill.
    	Lisa then escorted me to a shady tree.
    	"I'll get something to clean you up with," Lisa said. "Just stay
    put."
    	"Yeah, right, like I'm going to go anywhere like this," I said to
    myself. I did, however, feel good about Lisa's concern for me and that
    it was one of those rare moments when she actually cared about my
    situation and tried to comfort me.
    	Lisa came back with a handful of napkins a few minutes later.
    	"Sorry, this is the best I can do for you now," Lisa said,
    apologizing for her use of an unconventional method to clean me up. I
    didn't really care. Lisa just wiped my legs off the best she could. She
    gathered up all the napkins and said she would get me something to
    drink. She then discarded the napkins, went into the restroom to wash
    her hands, and then she got some money to get me a drink.
    	Lisa sat with me and tried to put my mind at ease by asking me if
    I had thought about going to California this summer to appear in a
    diaper commercial. She tried to talk about things that she knew would
    interest me, all of her topics relating to my wearing diapers. She
    reminisced on all the times that she had embarrassed me about my
    diapers. Seeing that I was in an especially compromising predicament, I
    think this made her feel more sympathetic and she apologized for some
    of the mean things she had done to me. I knew that her resolve to
    reconcile the past would be short-lived, however, and she'd be back to
    her old ways again.
    	Meanwhile, as Lisa and I waited for Tony to show up, I heard an
    announcement over the PA system:

    "Attention all Wicked Waters patrons. The Blitzkrieg slide is
    temporarily closed for maintenance. Repeat, the Blitzkrieg slide is
    temporarily closed for maintenance. The slide will be open again in one
    hour. We apologize for this inconvenience and we will appreciate your
    patience. Thank you."

    	Now I felt even worse. I knew that the slide had been closed all
    because of me pooping into the water. Hundreds of people had to be
    denied some of their fun today all because of one diaper that didn't
    hold up. I figured they would have to flush out the dirty water and
    refresh it before the slide could be opened again. I buried my face in
    shame.

    	"Relax, Chris," Lisa said as she patted my shoulder. "Nobody
    knows you did it but me, Cindy and Suzy. I'm sure this happens all the
    time."
    	"I know, I just feel bad that I did it this time."
    	"Well, at least next time we'll be more prepared."
    	"If there is a next time," I moaned.
    	"Chris, please," Lisa said. "Tony and Kara will be here any
    minute and then they'll get you a new diaper and you'll be all set. In
    fact, I think I see them now."
    	Lisa got up and ran over to Tony and Kara and shouted at them,
    waving her arms. Having gotten their attention, she shouted at me and
    told me to come to her.
    	I got up and I felt what was left of my diaper squishing around
    inside my swimming trunks. Brown, poopy water dribbled out from the leg
    openings and trickled behind me as I caught up with Lisa.
    	"Did you bring an extra diaper for Chris?" Lisa asked Tony.
    	"I brought plenty of them," Tony said.
    	"These are those special Thickies swim diapers that I had on last
    night," Tony explained. "They work really well when you're in water."
    	"Well, after what happened to Chris, he's going to need them."
    	"What happened?" Tony asked.
    	"I'll tell you in a moment," I told Tony.
    	Tony then handed Lisa a Thickies swim diaper. Given the bulk of
    the diaper, there was no doubt that it was a Thickies diaper.
    	"At least your swim trunks will stay up when you have this
    thicker diaper on," Lisa said to me.
    	"Thanks, Tony," Lisa said. "Let's go get you cleaned up and re-
    diapered now."
    	Lisa then led me towards the women's changing room. Kara had
    already gone in ahead of us.
    	"Wait!" I said as I stopped. "You can't take me in there."
    	"I'm gonna have to, Chris," Lisa said with a sigh, as she was
    probably expecting me to put up a fuss. "Unless you want me to clean
    you up and change your diaper outside."
    	"But there's naked girls in there," I said.
    	"What?" Lisa said. "I'd bet you're the first twelve-year-old boy
    who would pass up the opportunity to see a while bunch of girls without
    their clothes on! A lot of boys would gladly switch places with you."
    	"No, it's not that, I mean, I know they wouldn't want me to see
    them and they'd freak out."
    	"Chris, we won't even be going into the dressing room itself,"
    Lisa explained to assure me. "There's a section for mothers to change
    their babies' diapers when you first go in. Well, in this case, a
    sister changing her brother's diapers, but same thing."
    	I knew that I either had to follow Lisa into the women's changing
    room or suffer in a poopy diaper that wasn't even intact now, thus
    making me unable to go back to the slides. Lisa took me by the hand and
    I went in right behind her.
    	I had been in women's restrooms with Lisa and Cindy a number of
    times, but this was a lot different being in the changing room of a
    water park. There were far more people in there than there were in any
    restroom, and most of the people going in and out of the changing room
    were girls, with a lower ratio of adult women. Needless to say I drew
    plenty of attention as every girl who walked by stared and commented on
    the fact that there was a boy in the girls' room and that I was getting
    a much-needed diaper change.
    	I was too big to fit on any of the changing tables that were
    provided as this was always the case in any public facility, so Lisa
    had me lie down on the cold, wet concrete floor. She pulled my swimming
    trunks off and examined the damage. The poop had soaked through the
    fibers of what was once the diaper. She pulled away the plastic liner
    and removed the inner padding. A large, stinky pile of poop-covered and
    water-soaked diaper remnants formed as Lisa cleaned off the mess. The
    odor made several girls wince as they caught a whiff of it upon walking
    by and watching, looking at the poopy mess that Lisa had made into a
    pile off to the side. Many of the girls seemed to be amused by seeing
    my erection standing straight up.
    	It didn't even occur to me until now that I could have gone into
    the men's changing room with Tony and let him diaper me instead. It was
    too late at this point as Lisa was already busy getting me cleaned up.
    With all the poop cleaned off of me, Lisa put the swim diaper on me. I
    could have even put the diaper on myself as it was a pull-on, requiring
    no tapes or other fasteners. Being that the diapers were expected to be
    used in water, this made sense for them to be designed in this manner.
    	Kara had gotten changed and she came up to Lisa and me. She was
    donning a hot pink swimsuit, holding her clothes in her hands.
    	"You about ready, Lisa?" Kara asked her.
    	"I'm going to need to rinse out his swimming trunks first," Lisa
    said. "They're covered in poop."
    	"I'll just meet you outside then," Kara said as she took a close
    look at the mess in my swimming trunks.
    	Lisa had to leave me lying there on the floor as she took my
    swimming trunks with her into the main changing area to rinse them off.
    I thought she could do this in the sink nearby, but she said she would
    spray them off in the shower instead.
    	I felt ridiculous lying on the floor in the women's changing room
    in just a diaper, so I stood up. Just so all the girls passing by
    wouldn't see my face, I turned around, figuring that they would enjoy
    getting a glimpse of my diapered butt, which they did, no doubt. Having
    no shirt on, my diaper was even more sure to draw attention to itself.
    	A couple of the girls delivered some smart-assed remarks as they
    went by.
    	"Hey, the boy's room is next door!" one of girls said rather
    loudly. The other girls seemed to not mind at all that I was in there,
    probably since I wasn't in the dressing room itself. Many of the girls
    seemed to think I looked cute in diapers. It turned out Mom was right
    when she told me that going around in diapers at the water park would
    get the girls to stare. I didn't count on it actually happening,
    though. I wasn't about to turn around to acknowledge any of the girls,
    either. One of them sounded a lot like Megan and I turned around to see
    if it was her. She even looked somewhat like Megan, but older and a
    little thinner with shorter hair. She giggled as she looked at me
    standing there in a diaper with what had to be a very embarrassed look
    on my face. She then turned around and pulled at the butt of her
    swimsuit, as many girls do as she walked out.
    	Just before Lisa got back, a young mother with her child went up
    to one of the changing tables. The lady looked at me as I stood there
    awkwardly, but then she went about her business. I could tell that she
    wasn't able to ignore me.
    	Lisa then came back with my swimming trunks.
    	"Here, they're clean now, so put them on and let's go have some
    fun!"
    	As I put my swimming trunks on they felt tighter and more secure.
    The Thickies diaper helped my swim trunks to fit better, so it made me
    glad that, after having been through all I had been through, that I
    ended up picking up a pair of swim trunks that was originally a tad
    loose. Tony had already changed into his swimming trunks. I could see
    that his Thickies diaper was bulging through the seat of his swimming
    trunks. His diaper was also showing well above his trunks. I asked Tony
    if he could see my diaper showing.
    	"Most definitely," he said. I reached behind me to confirm this.
    About two inches of diaper was exposed.
    	"What do you wanna go on?" Tony asked me.
    	"Uhh, I don't know, I've only been on one so far," I said.
    	"Which one?" he asked.
    	"Blitzkrieg," I replied.
    	"That's a fun one! Let's go on it!" Tony suggested. He started
    running towards it. It was at this point that I explained to Tony
    everything that had happened before he and Kara arrived. Tony started
    laughing a little when I told him that the entire slide had been shut
    down. He then apologized for laughing, knowing how I had felt about
    this.
    	"I can't help it," Tony said. I had to admit that the situation
    was rather amusing, being that one small incident such as mine caused
    hundreds of people to go elsewhere throughout the park. I couldn't
    believe that I was now laughing at the situation myself.
    	"It reminds me of that one time a kid let a mouse run loose in
    the cafeteria at school, and they had to shut the whole kitchen down,
    all because of a mouse!" Tony related to me as he was chuckling. "Funny
    how one little thing like that can create so much trouble for everybody
    else."
    	"Let's meet in an hour and we'll have lunch," Lisa said as I
    split off with Tony. Tony and I went to the Bonsai, which was a pair of
    racing slides. We spent most of the hour here. My sliding ability
    seemed to be better, either because the Thickies diaper wasn't slowing
    me down like perhaps my other diaper did, or the physical properties of
    the slide itself were different than on the Blitzkrieg slide. Most of
    all, my diaper wasn't getting so full of water that it couldn't hold
    up. I had yet to find out how well it would actually work once I pooped
    in it. I asked Tony how well they worked.
    	"You can't tell now, can you?" Tony said, acknowledging that his
    diaper was now dirty.
    	"Not really, other than that you do stink now," I said to him.
    	After Tony and I returned to meet the girls, we all ate some
    lunch and then relaxed in the pool for awhile. Tony kept his soiled
    Thickies diaper on. While sitting in the pool, I pooped my diaper and
    checked to see if it leaked. I was pleased to see that it was holding
    up.
    	The Blitzkrieg had opened again and Tony and I decided to go on
    it, dirty diapers and all. While I still experienced a slowdown when I
    hit the halfway point, I was able to keep enough speed going that Tony
    didn't slam into me like Lisa did. I figured that my swim trunks were
    looser before and were causing me to drag. Later on in the day,
    however, when we had regrouped with the girls, Lisa slammed into him as
    the combination of gravity and Lisa's portliness gave her an advantage
    when it came to speed. Needless to say, she won every race on the
    Bonsai.
    	I had hit just about every slide throughout the park by the time
    it was time to leave. In spite of being in a poopy diaper, I decided
    that it wasn't necessary for me to be changed out of it since I was
    going back to Aunt Sharon's and Uncle Allen's house right away to be
    diapered back into cloth. Aunt Sharon would have liked to have had the
    air conditioner running as she took us back, but she figured that she'd
    rather sweat it out than smell my stinky diaper. All in all, it turned
    out to be a fun day and I looked forward to coming back to the water
    park again. I made a mental note to myself to bring along some Thickies
    swim diapers next time, though.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 34
    ---------------------------

    	The next couple of days at Aunt Sharon's and Uncle Allen's house
    passed by without much incident. I stayed inside the house for much of
    the time in just my cloth diapers, while Lisa, Cindy and Suzy spent
    their time playing outside and taking horseback rides around the
    expansive pasture out back. They invited me to join them, but even with
    nobody around I didn't want to go outside and ride horses when all I
    had to wear were diapers. I asked Lisa and Cindy if they'd let me wear
    my swimming trunks just for this, but they refused, so this meant that
    I stayed indoors much of the time.
    	I passed the time looking at the photo albums that Aunt Sharon
    and Uncle Allen had of our family gatherings. I enjoyed looking at all
    the ones where I was in just my diapers, virtually every picture of me
    that was taken since the Thanksgiving of over three years ago. I also
    did some writing, thinking up some more stories about other boys who
    wore diapers. I included a brief account of my experiences at the water
    park in my writings. By the time Mom and Dad came by to pick us up
    early Monday afternoon I had filled the remaining pages of my diaper
    story notebook with new stories, using a few of the remaining pages for
    sketches and drawings of the diapered boys in the stories. I looked
    forward to copying my writings to the computer when I got back home, as
    what I had written in the notebook was sloppy with several passages
    scribbled out as well as lines, arrows, and circles littering the
    pages.
    	The only real highlight that occurred during my stay was when
    Suzy invited her friend Amanda over. Amanda lived almost a mile away, a
    next door neighbor to the people who lived out here away from town. I
    was embarrassed about her seeing me in diapers, especially in the
    Thickies, as Amanda was quick to note their size and bulk on me. She
    was also intrigued by the diaper monitoring device. I figured I would
    probably never see her again and it didn't really matter if she did see
    me in my diapers since Suzy had told Amanda about me, her diaper-
    wearing cousin, and also showed her several pictures that Aunt Sharon
    had of me in their photo albums. Like most girls who had not been
    exposed to older boys wearing diapers, Amanda got grossed out when she
    saw how much poop there was underneath the thick plies of cloth that
    had been covering my butt and concealing the big mess and masking much
    of the stench. When offered to change me, Amanda declined. She did
    think I looked cute in the diapers, however, and when Lisa found my
    notebook of stories and drawings that I had been working on, she showed
    this to Cindy, who in turn passed it down to Suzy, who then showed
    Amanda. Amanda giggled when she looked at all the big, bulging diapers
    that I had drawn on the butts of several boys, many of them in the
    presence of girls who were depicted as their sisters.
    	"I guess I'd have to be a boy to understand," Amanda said. Even
    when she asked me why I liked to wear diapers, she didn't understand my
    explanation that they felt good and I liked how they looked and that I
    enjoyed using them, too.
    	"So you really like it when you pee and poop in your diapers?"
    Amanda said.
    	"I like it," I said.
    	"Eww!" Amanda replied. I took a perverse pleasure in grossing her
    out and telling her that I liked making messes in my diapers. Her visit
    to Aunt Sharon's and Uncle Allen's house that day gave me enough
    inspiration to work on a story about her babysitting me, and this kept
    me busy enough to keep working on the story that evening and into the
    following day.
    	There was one other highlight that occurred over the Memorial Day
    weekend. Mom and Dad came back from Nevada to tell us that Dad won a
    fifteen thousand dollar progressive jackpot on one of the slot
    machines. We were all very excited upon receiving news of this,
    wondering what they would do with the money. Dad, being a stock broker,
    decided to invest a good portion of it in stocks, particularly in CKM
    Products, the manufacturer of the Thickies diapers. My parents also let
    Lisa, Cindy and I have $1000 each, but we had to save $500 of it. My
    parents also decided that having the extra windfall available, they
    would buy the diaper monitoring device that I was wearing, knowing that
    Lisa and Cindy got a kick out of using it as well as the fact that I
    enjoyed having it on me, seeing how much I peed and pooped each day.

    ***

    	The remainder of the school year passed without much incident.
    Tony and I did, however, get the satisfaction of seeing Steve and Chuck
    get their comeuppance for what they did to us on the playground
    recently. They both were sent to school wearing diapers! This lasted
    from the Tuesday following Memorial Day to the end of the school year.
    We couldn't believe it! Tony and I found out about it on recess when we
    heard a familiar crinkling sound inside their pants. We couldn't get
    much information out of them and neither one of them was saying
    anything to us when we asked them questions. They just told us to shut
    the hell up and shove it up our ass (as if Tony and I shared the same
    ass). In any case, this sort of punishment had subdued them
    considerably and they stayed away from Tony and me. I did find out,
    however, that they only wore the diapers to school and were watched
    closely by their teachers and the nurse to ensure that they didn't
    cheat and try to take the diapers off. I knew that they hated wearing
    the diapers. As far as I knew, they only peed in them and apparently
    must have avoided pooping in them and held it all day until they got
    home.
    	I was also able to determine that they were wearing Depends as I
    saw them showing above their pants one day during recess when they both
    bent over.
    	"How lame," I said to Tony after finding this out. "I was hoping
    they'd have to wear Thickies."
    	"Yeah, but then we wouldn't want assholes like that to ruin such
    a good name as Thickies by having to wear their diapers."
    	"You're right about that," I said to Tony. "Leave the Thickies to
    us real diaper boys to wear!"
    	Because Chuck and Steve left us alone, it seemed that the other
    kids were leaving us alone, too. Of course there were those who had to
    get in a few last licks before the school year was over, knowing that
    they'd have to wait three months again to tease Tony and me about our
    diapers. Knowing that the end of my days as an elementary school
    student were drawing to a close as I would be leaving the sixth grade,
    I felt somewhat emotional about this. It wasn't the kids as most of
    them could go eat a poopy diaper for all I cared, but it was some of my
    teachers whom I would miss. The last day of school was pretty much an
    all-day recess (half a day). About all we did was turn in our
    textbooks, clean out our desks and gather all of our belongings to take
    back home with us. I went around to say goodbye to my former teachers
    as well as Mrs. Stevenson, of course, who was sad to see me go; she was
    even shedding a couple tears, trying her best to hold them back. My
    kindergarten teacher, Miss Reed, and my first grade teacher, Mrs.
    Oliver, were no longer there. I did, however, get a chance to say
    goodbye to Mrs. Cray, my second grade teacher, whom I liked in spite of
    a few run-ins with her. Mrs. Buxley, my third grade teacher, was okay,
    although she seemed to have a hard time adjusting to me wearing diapers
    in her classroom that year and had a harder time getting her class to
    behave because of this. Still, she, too, deserved a final goodbye. Mr.
    Lawrence, my fourth grade teacher was really cool, so I made sure to
    see him before I left. I didn't care much for Mrs. Sterm, my fifth
    grade teacher, so I didn't bother to say goodbye to her.
    	Perhaps the most difficult person to part with was Mrs. Fisher,
    the nurse whom had changed my diapers so many times over the course of
    the last four school years. It never occurred to me until now that I
    never called her by her name. Our visits were usually brief, but I knew
    that her role during my years in elementary school was just as
    important as that of any teacher.
    	Since I only knew a few classmates beyond Tony and Bryce on a
    friendly basis, I didn't have very many of them to say goodbye to.
    Besides, we would all meet again in junior high next year anyway. A few
    of them were moving over the summer, but I didn't care enough about
    them to say goodbye to them. Megan came up to me and gave me a big hug
    and wished me a fun summer.
    	"Stop by and see me sometime, okay?" she said.
    	"I will," I said to her before she ran back to her friends.
    	The final bell rang and school was officially out for the summer!
    Tony and I were very excited that day, knowing that we each had three
    months of summer fun ahead of us. We had a sleepover at my place that
    night. He helped me get my stories that I wrote at Aunt Sharon's and
    Uncle Allen's house typed into the computer. He read them off to me
    while I typed them. In doing this, we had to take a couple of "breaks"
    from the typing, relieving our boy feelings by going into my room and
    jerking off in front of each other. As Lisa and Cindy were each out
    with their friends that night we didn't have to worry about them
    pestering us or barging in while we looked at each other's diapered
    butts and used this as a visual aid.
    	Both Tony and I had our minds on the possibility of spending part
    of our summer in California doing commercials and print advertisements
    for Thickies diapers. We watched the mock diaper commercials that had
    been done. In fact, we even did one ourselves without the aid of Lisa
    or Cindy. All night we talked about it as the following Saturday would
    be when we would each be interviewed and auditioned at the Kidz Klothez
    store where representatives would be present.
    	The thirty-day testing period for the Thickies diapers had ended,
    but not before Lisa and Cindy made good on their wishes to see just how
    long and how high up they could get the diaper meter to read. They
    waited until the last day to do this, too. I ended up spending that
    entire day without ever being changed, and Lisa and Cindy had me
    drinking extra fluids and eating foods that caused me to poop more. I
    was diapered into an unprecedented triple set of Thickies diapers for
    this, too. While I loved wearing the very thick diapers all day long, I
    must say that I was glad to finally get changed that night, and so were
    Lisa and Cindy as I was really getting to smell very ripe. I was
    allowed to clean up in the shower before going to bed.
    	The data that had been tracked on my usage of the diapers was
    officially ready to go. Instead of mailing it in and awaiting the
    results, it was to be taken in to the store where it would be entered
    into a computer and analyzed while we were interviewed. Just for the
    sake of posterity and having a record of the information, Lisa had been
    keeping track of the data on the computer just like she did before. It
    was complete with charts and graphs, which I thought was interesting,
    especially seeing how on some days I wet and messed in my diapers
    significantly more than on others. The lines that showed the varying
    volumes of pee and poop--appropriately colored yellow and brown,
    respectively-- peaked during a couple days when my bowels were
    especially frequent and runny and I peed more that day, too. Since we
    were going to keep the monitoring device anyway, Lisa and Cindy both
    thought that it would be fun to continue tracking my daily diaper usage
    on the computer. I thought it would be interesting, too, to see how
    much pee and poop I could produce after awhile.
    	The night before Tony and I were to be auditioned, Tony had a
    sleepover at my house. We had to be at the Kidz Klothez store by 8:00
    that Saturday morning and we felt that with as anxious and as excited
    as we were, neither of us would sleep anyway, and we didn't, at least
    not very much. This was evidenced by each of us waking up tired. We
    hoped that this would not affect our abilities to perform during the
    auditions. I think I was in better shape than Tony was since he nearly
    fell asleep while Cindy changed his diapers that morning.
    	There was one thing that I hadn't considered before going in to
    the auditions. I didn't know if I was expecting to be wearing the
    Thickies diapers upon showing up. For Tony this wasn't a problem as he
    had some shorts that would fit over his disposable Thickies. As I was
    designated as a tester for the much thicker cloth version, I didn't
    have anything that would fit over my diapers, being patently designed
    as they were to be very thick and purposely prohibitive to the wearing
    of outer clothing. I asked Lisa what she thought I should do when she
    was taking off my soiled diapers from the night before.
    	"Well, I could put all the clean Thickies on you, that way you
    could wear my pants over them since they'd fit then," Lisa said. She
    said it in a deadpan, serious sort of way that I thought she meant it.
    Lisa had a waist of 48 inches according to the label on the back of her
    Levi's. This would have meant adding a circumference of 22 inches to my
    waist with the use of diapers, and while the remaining supply of clean
    Thickies would have achieved this and then some, I felt that this was a
    tad bit excessive. As I pondered this, Lisa saw me entrenched in
    thought.
    	"You thought I was serious?" Lisa asked me, her straight face now
    having become one of laughter and amusement. She then turned around and
    looked over her shoulder at me as I lay there naked with a hard-on as I
    thought about actually wearing enough diapers to achieve a waist
    measurement equivalent to that of Lisa's.
    	"It takes a lot of butt to fill these jeans, you know," Lisa said
    as she pointed out to me her big ass. "Even I wouldn't make you wear
    enough diapers to make your ass big enough so that my jeans would fit
    you."
    	I was relieved that Lisa didn't really intend to make me walk
    into the mall wearing most of my Thickies at once, though I was
    enjoying the fantasy very much. It was nice to know that, with as much
    as I had actually experienced with wearing diapers, there was still
    room for me to think of such fantasies.
    	I still didn't know what Lisa planned to do. At the last minute
    it was decided that I could wear one of Tony's disposable Thickies
    diapers to the auditions and then wear my swim trunks over them. For
    one, I'd still be wearing a product that represented the company,
    fearing that to show up in anything other than a Thickies diaper would
    reduce my chances of being selected in the auditions. As for wearing my
    swim trunks, they didn't look very different than regular shorts.
    	We stopped at McDonald's for a quick breakfast on the way to the
    mall, but even this didn't kill very much time. We ended up getting to
    the mall fifteen minutes earlier than what we had been told, seeing
    only a few cars up close to the mall's side entrance, indicating that
    these may have been from the others who were waiting at the Kidz
    Klothez store. We then walked into the mall, seeing that all the stores
    still had their gates down with employees inside of each of them
    preparing for the expected busy Saturday throngs of shoppers.
    	Tony and I were thinking that we would be the only ones there
    when we got to the Kidz Klothez store, but we were surprised to see
    that there were other kids and their parents already waiting.
    Apparently they were all just as anxious as we were and they didn't
    want to show up late, either. Others showed up behind us, waiting for
    the gate at Kidz Klothez to be opened so that we could go inside.
    	As I looked around, I saw mostly mothers, but a few fathers as
    well. The kids were boys and girls alike-- about a two thirds of them
    boys, ranging from toddlers to older teens. There were a couple babies,
    too, but I didn't count them. This got me to thinking if all of the
    toddler-aged kids and older were here for the auditions. Then, seeing
    that Lisa and Cindy were with us, I realized that a lot of the kids
    were probably brothers and sisters tagging along, perhaps to give moral
    support to their own brothers and, if any girls were also being
    auditioned, their sisters, though Tony and I chose to perish the
    thought of the latter possibility. I knew one of the girls was not
    being auditioned as she went around saying, "I'm not here for the
    auditions, this is for my brother!" Tony and I each enjoyed knowing
    that there was at least one other boy among us who had a sister who saw
    him in diapers all the time.
    	While Lisa and Cindy said that they came along just because they
    just wanted to see me do an advertising audition in my diapers, I
    figured they wanted to give their little brother some moral support as
    well but didn't readily admit to it. Being that we were at the mall, my
    sisters probably had an ulterior motive to come along so that they
    could get in some shopping since they each now had $500 burning holes
    in their pockets.
    	The time seemed to pass slowly. The stores themselves weren't
    even to open until 9:00 and it was only approaching 8:00. To get an
    estimate of how many kids would be auditioned, I counted the number of
    adults. Seeing that most of them were carrying the data sheets with
    them, this made it easier to determine how many of us were going to be
    auditioned. Many of them were also carrying their monitoring devices.
    Tony and I agreed that there were about a dozen kids waiting to be
    auditioned.
    	It was 8:00 and by this time the smaller kids were starting to
    get antsy and everyone else wondered what was going to happen. I looked
    around to see if I recognized anyone from school. I did see a boy who I
    remembered seeing at school, having seen him coming and going from the
    nurse's office a couple times. Tony and I also watched a girl who
    looked to be about nine or ten go with an older boy to the nearby
    restrooms. The boy was carrying a very thick diaper; it had to be a
    Thickies disposable for sure. Tony and I thought for sure that we had
    finally seen the exception to the "rule" on which we both agreed that
    diapers were for boys only. It appeared that the older boy was
    escorting the younger girl to the restroom, especially as in my
    experiences, the diaper-er, not the diaper-ee, usually carried the
    diaper.
    	Seeing this particular sighting really seemed to throw cold water
    on what Tony and I had always believed was a virtually unexceptionable
    notion. Just before entering one of the restrooms, the girl pulled back
    on the boy's shorts, appearing to check his diaper. This was followed
    by watching the girl open the door to the women's restroom to lead the
    boy into it with her. Tony and I then high-fived each other and took
    great delight in seeing that once again, the boys prevailed, and our
    strongly held assertion about boys and diapers remained untainted.
    	To further corroborate mine and Tony's reasonably safe conclusion
    that the boy was the diapered one between him and the girl, the boy
    left from the restroom while the girl was still in there. We figured
    she had to wash her hands and perhaps, unlike her older brother, use
    the toilet. Being that Tony and I were too distracted by the
    possibility that the expected roles of the brother and sister were
    reversed, neither of us thought to look at the boy's bottom upon going
    to the restroom. As he walked past us to return to his mother, the
    diaper bulging out from the back of his shorts was not only visually
    obvious, but we could hear it crinkling as well. His mother also
    examined his diaper when the boy went up to his mother.
    	Finally, someone appeared behind the gate in front of the store.
    It was Linda, the same lady who had come to my house to give me my
    supply of Thickies diapers. Everyone else seemed to recognize her.
    	"Good morning!" she greeted everyone behind the gate. The store's
    owner was getting the gate unlocked and raised to let everyone in,
    though he didn't seem to be as enthused about this gathering as the
    rest of us were.
    	"Is everybody here for the CKM Products auditions?" Linda asked
    the group. A round of "yeah's" came from the crowd.
    	"Okay, good," Linda said. "I think most of you have met me
    already. In case you haven't, let me introduce myself. My name is Linda
    White and I represent CKM Products and its newly created Thickies
    diapers division. Does everybody have their tracking forms and their
    monitoring devices with them?"
    	"Oh shoot, I knew we'd forget it!" I heard one boy saying to his
    mother.
    	"That's okay, if you forgot yours, just bring it by here before
    the store closes since we'll be here all day," Linda assured those who
    neglected to bring theirs. "But you will need your tracking form in
    order to be auditioned, however," Linda added. It seemed that everyone
    knew to bring this.
    	After the introduction, we were let inside the store and offered
    coffee, orange juice, milk, chocolate milk and donuts which had been
    provided. Linda then took a roll call to find out who was all there.
    Upon calling out each name, she approached the kid who was testing the
    diapers a nametag that was pinned onto his shirt.
    	"Chris Barrett," Linda called out. With this I raised my hand.
    Linda came up to me and handed me a nametag. It was actually a business
    card for CKM Products with my name and a number written at the bottom.
    Tony and I watched to see who was getting a name tag pinned to his
    shirt by Linda. She distributed thirteen tags total, all of them to
    boys, which pleased both Tony and me. Linda then told all the
    candidates to come forward and meet with her.
    	"I see we have all boys here," Linda said as she smiled and noted
    that we were, in fact, all boys. "Well, I suppose that's to be
    expected." The girls in the group all laughed and seemed to be
    satisfied with this as Linda made the remark. "That'll just make it
    easier for all of you to get comfortable being around each other in
    diapers," Linda said.
    	Next, Linda asked each of us to introduce ourselves and our
    families. She also encouraged us to explain why we wear diapers, but
    emphasized that we didn't need to disclose such information if we chose
    not to. To ease such inhibitions, Linda reminded us that everyone in
    the group, including all other family members who were present, were
    accustomed to diapers worn by an older child in their households and
    there was no need to feel ashamed or bashful. To get everyone warmed
    up, Linda had her own son with her and he introduced himself and
    explained his needs as well as his desires to wear diapers. What made
    this even better was that all he had on was a well-fitted Thickies
    cloth diaper and a shirt with the Thickies logo on it. He seemed quite
    proud to tell us all about the diapers that he wore. It gave me a hard-
    on listening to him describe the diapers in such detail, and I had a
    good feeling that Tony and perhaps all the other boys were aroused by
    hearing him talk, too, not to mention how he was dressed.
    	When Linda asked me to introduce myself I became very nervous. In
    fact, I wet my diaper as I stood before the small crowd to tell them
    about my wearing diapers. Having my voice cracking because of puberty's
    onset didn't help matters much, either.
    	"My name is Chris Barrett," I started and then I introduced my
    family. "And uh, well, I wear diapers," I then said, realizing how
    silly I sounded. I paused for a moment, wondering if I should tell
    everyone why I wore diapers. The first kid said he had spina bifida and
    the second one said he was a frequent bedwetter. The third one said he
    had encopresis, so their reasons sounded more legitimate than mine. I
    knew that if I didn't take this opportunity to tell the others why I
    wore diapers, I would probably wish that I had, so with this, I went
    ahead and bit the bullet, sweating a few such bullets in the process.
    	"I wear them because, uhh, well, I started having accidents, well
    sort of, and then, it was just decided that I should wear diapers,
    which I liked wearing, and then I got to where I had to wear diapers
    all the time because of not using the toilet."
    	This is about all I said. I was shaking and trembling, feeling
    like I was either going to shit or throw up from being so nervous.
    Linda helped to make me feel at ease, explaining that not everyone here
    was wearing diapers because of a specific medical condition.
    	"You did good, Chris," Tony assured me as he whispered. As he was
    standing next to me, it was his turn to introduce himself. He delivered
    his explanation more smoothly than I did. It then occurred to me that
    perhaps the purpose of this introduction was for them to find out how
    calm and poised we would be when standing before a camera, lights and a
    crew. Taking this into consideration, I thought for sure I had bombed
    out. Given that most of the kids were nervous, maybe I wasn't so bad
    off after all. Tony seemed to be the most confident among all of us, so
    I had a feeling his chances were looking better than anyone else's.
    	After everyone introduced themselves we were all briefed on what
    would happen for anyone who was selected to make an appearance in a
    commercial and serve as a representative for the Thickies diapers.
    Linda then explained the screening procedure. She also emphasized that
    each candidate was considered solely on his own performance and that he
    would not be compared to others initially. Only if there were more than
    enough eligible candidates would some be eliminated based on how their
    performance compares to others. We were also told that perhaps nobody
    from the entire group would be chosen. Most of all, Linda emphasized
    that we would be notified by mail and not to call.
    	"I repeat, do not call the company or call me," Linda reiterated.
    "I do not determine who is or isn't eligible."
    	Linda then explained that each of us would be auditioned one at a
    time and the names would be called in alphabetical order by last name.
    The numbers on our cards determined the order. I was number two. Tony,
    however, was number eleven. Linda explained that the numbers would
    allow the parents and other family members to estimate the time at
    which their child would be auditioned and that each one was expected to
    take from ten to fifteen minutes.
    	"Can Lisa and me go shopping?" Cindy asked my Mom, knowing that
    with having to wait on Tony, we would be here awhile. "The stores are
    about to open."
    	"Sure," Mom said. "Just don't spend your money in one place. In
    fact, I'd rather you didn't spend it all at once." With this, Mom
    talked Lisa and Cindy each into handing over three hundred of their
    five hundred dollars for Mom to withhold, which still left them each
    with a substantial amount to spend.
    	"Check back here by 11:00 or so," Mom said. "Then we'll go have
    lunch if Tony's done by that time."
    	Finally, the auditioning process had begun and all thirteen of us
    were taken to the back of the store and out of the way of shoppers as
    it was about to open for business. Linda then collected the tracking
    forms as well as most of the monitoring devices. Mom explained that
    they decided to keep the unit if they were allowed to do so. With this,
    Mom and Dad's deposit check was retained and the monitoring device was
    now mine to keep.
    	Linda mentioned that she would come back out to the front of the
    store and be available to answer parents' questions. Linda also said
    she would be on hand to give out product literature and to answer other
    customers' questions about the Thickies diapers as they were officially
    being introduced on this day, but they were not yet made available for
    sale.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 35
    ---------------------------

    	Linda told all the waiting parents and that she would be gone for
    about an hour while she got all of us boys prepared for the audition
    and to give us an orientation. She then herded all thirteen of us into
    the back of the store. We were situated in a corner of the storage
    room, which itself wasn't very big. Chairs had been provided for us to
    sit in while we waited for our names to be called. Cookies and punch
    were also available. I looked around and saw that a there were a couple
    home video cameras on tripods and lights set up as well as a large
    plain white board with the "Thickies" logo pasted onto it. Below this
    was the corporate logo for CKM Products, Inc. Linda explained what each
    of us would be doing for the audition. We would each be interviewed and
    given a chance to strut our stuff before the camera. It all seemed so
    real, as if perhaps we had already made it to the big finale, but Linda
    was quick to remind us that this was only an audition and that our
    performance before the camera was not going to be what would appear in
    any of the commercials or print ads, but instead to be used for
    evaluation purposes.
    	Never before had I been among so many other boys who were also
    wearing diapers as Tony and I were joined by twelve other diapered boys
    in the small backroom of the store, one of them being Linda's son, who
    wasn't eligible to participate; the other eleven boys were eligible
    candidates. As the small room didn't have a lot of ventilation, the
    odors from everyone's wet and/or dirty diapers quickly began to fill
    the air. The bright lights shining on the makeshift stage made the room
    feel even warmer and stuffier.
    	"Well, I'm quite sure that some of you could use a diaper change
    about now," Linda said as she was also well aware of the smell of wet
    and dirty diapers, which she was surely used to smelling from her own
    son.
    	"Not to worry, you'll all be changed into the Thickies diapers
    right away. I will put your diapers on for you. If you're shy about me
    doing this, just remember that I have a son and I change his diapers
    all the time, and he's just the same as you all are underneath."
    	With this, everyone looked at Linda's son, still in just diapers
    of course, who was standing next to her while she stood before us and
    talked. He didn't seem to mind that Linda was using him as an example
    for everyone to not be afraid to let Linda see us all naked and also
    likely in a sexually aroused state.
    	One at a time, Linda called us into a makeshift booth that had
    been partitioned off at the side of the room, which used nothing more
    than a set of drapes that had been suspended from the ceiling and went
    to the floor. This is where Linda changed everyone into the Thickies
    diapers. As I was second in the order of the list, I was called in
    after the first boy went. He came back out wearing only a Thickies
    disposable and a T-shirt with the Thickies logo on it. He looked like
    he was seven years old, but his diaper looked thicker because his body
    was smaller and that the diaper was bigger and thicker on him
    proportionally. He seemed nervous as he was the first to appear before
    everyone in just his diaper. His name tag had also been re-affixed to
    his shirt.
    	Next came my turn. I went into the booth and Linda told me to
    strip down to my diaper and to take everything else off, including my
    shirt and my socks. She put these clothes in a bag that had already
    been tagged with my name on it.
    	"You're wearing a Thickies disposable, I see," she said. "I
    thought you were testing for the cloth diapers."
    	"I was," I said. "I got this diaper from my friend Tony, who's
    also out there."
    	"Ahh yes, so you and Tony know each other, that's right," Linda
    said as she tried to put me at ease, understanding my nervousness,
    especially as I was naked except for a wet diaper.
    	Linda then had me lie down on a small pad, where she knelt down
    and took the diaper off of me. I felt my face turn red as she pulled
    the diaper away and released my penis from its confinement as it
    suddenly sprang up.
    	"No need to be embarrassed, Chris, that's a natural thing for
    boys and it's to be expected," Linda said with a smile, trying to sound
    as professional as possible. She then wiped me dry and then she
    powdered me up thoroughly. Next, she pulled out a brand new Thickies
    diaper. Seeing that my own Thickies diapers had already lost some of
    their pure whiteness, I enjoyed looking at the brand new Thickies cloth
    diaper that Linda was about to put on me.
    	"Am I just, you know, borrowing this diaper?" I asked Linda.
    	"No, no, you get to keep it and the plastic pants," Linda said.
    'How about that? You get a free diaper out of doing this!"
    	"What about the kids who are wearing disposables?" I asked.
    	"They'll get a couple free packages of diapers when they leave,"
    Linda said. "The retail value of each is about the same."
    	Linda then had the diaper and plastic pants snugly on me in just
    a few seconds. It seemed that she had acquired the same speed and skill
    as my sister did by having changed her son's diapers a few thousand
    times over the years. Linda then handed me a T-shirt and a pair of
    plain white socks, both of which she said were also mine to keep. She
    then put my name tag on my new shirt.
    	As I left the booth I was expecting Linda to pat me on the butt.
    I had gotten so used to getting my butt patted by everyone who changed
    my diapers-- Lisa, Cindy, Betty, Gina, Suzy, Megan, even my Mom-- that
    now I noticed it when it wasn't done. I even paused for a moment, as if
    I were wanting to give Linda the chance to pat me on the butt.
    	"Go ahead, Chris," Linda said. "All of you boys will be in just
    your diapers shortly."
    	As I sat next to Tony, we watched as the boys were all called
    into the booth, each of them going in wearing their pants or shorts and
    whatever shirt they had on, only to come back out of it in a Thickies
    shirt, the standard issue white socks, and of course, a Thickies diaper
    in full view. By the time the tenth boy had been changed, there were
    seven boys in disposable diapers and three in cloth, including me. One
    of the other cloth diaper boys was the one who Tony and I watched being
    escorted to the ladies' room by his little sister. I enjoyed thinking
    about how she probably got as much pleasure from diapering her big
    brother as Lisa and Cindy got from diapering me with cloth diapers at
    home. Tony was then called in. By this time over a half hour had passed
    that I had sat there in just a diaper and a T-shirt. I knew that the
    punch I drank would be in my diaper before too long, and very likely
    I'd be pooping in the diaper, too, before the auditions were over.
    	Tony then emerged from the booth wearing just a disposable diaper
    and the rest of the ensemble.
    	"You should see the pile of wet and dirty diapers in there!" Tony
    whispered to me as he sat down next to me. I figured that, being
    preceded by ten boys, that there had to have been an impressive, not to
    mention smelly pile of used diapers in the bucket where Linda had been
    disposing of everyone's diapers.
    	Finally, all thirteen of us were diapered. I was glad to see that
    the last two behind Tony were both cloth diaper wearers, which even
    things out a little, with five of us in cloth versus eight in
    disposables. I felt that with fewer cloth diaper wearers in the group,
    I had a better chance at being chosen. Linda then spoke to us again.
    	"Well, I hope that this has helped to put you all at ease since
    you're all dressed the same now," Linda said with a smile. She then
    told us to all stand up and let everyone see each other wearing their
    diapers. I felt like I was in heaven now, and the sight of four
    diapered butts in the row in front of me made me get an instant hard-
    on. I looked around to see if anyone else was affected like me. I could
    barely see a tent in the front of Tony's diaper. The boy next to me,
    who looked to be about our age, perhaps a little older and therefore,
    more developed, was also showing some visible signs of arousal. The
    other boys were either probably too undeveloped to produce such
    erections or they were in the cloth diapers which were too thick to
    allow a boner to show through. As there was one more row of chairs
    behind us, I wanted to give the boy sitting behind me a good chance to
    look at my diapered butt knowing that he would probably enjoy it, so I
    slowly sat back down and stuck my butt towards him. The boy in front of
    me seemed to do the same.
    	"This is about what things will be like during the taping and
    photo shoots," Linda said, explaining that the environment that we were
    in was somewhat similar to what we could expect. Linda told us a couple
    more things and then she concluded by asking us if we had any
    questions. One kid stood up.
    	"Yeah, why are you guys going through all of this just to find
    kids who will wear diapers for your commercials? I mean, there's been
    the surveys, the samples, the tracking sheets, the diaper device
    thingies, and all of us being here and stuff?" This was asked by a
    nine-year-old-looking boy.
    	"Well, that is a very good question and I'm glad that you brought
    that up, Brian," Linda said as she read his name tag. "Because I want
    to explain to all of you what our purpose is at CKM Products, which was
    what I was getting to next."
    	"Our company is doing more than just selling diapers," Linda said
    as she began a long spiel to explain the company's ultimate goal.
    	"We want to establish and develop an organization that promotes
    the use of diapers for kids who want to wear diapers or need to wear
    diapers, and we also want to help you kids gain the understanding and
    the respect from others because of your feelings. We know that there
    are kids like you, but they have been mostly ignored, or they have been
    shunned or ridiculed by their peers. A lot of them have to keep it a
    secret from everyone, including their most trusted friends. These kids
    grow up to become adults, of course, and if some of them are lucky, it
    is then that they discover that there are other people like them, but
    only after their childhood has passed them by and they have kept this
    whole thing a secret. Many of them wish they had known about others
    like them when they were kids, only to feel that their childhood years
    were squandered.
    	"There are some organizations that cater to adults in this
    aspect. There aren't any organizations like this for children, however,
    and what we want to do is to make these children feel better about
    themselves and to understand that they are not alone. We don't feel
    that they should have to wait until they are adults to realize that
    it's okay to find diapers fun to wear. You see, very few people seem to
    even know that kids like you exist, that you want to wear diapers, or
    that some of you have to wear them, and those of you who are here have
    obviously succeeded in getting your families to comply with your
    wishes, if you don't already wear them for a medical reason. There are
    many more out there who have not been so fortunate. There are a lot of
    kids who wet their beds or they soil their pants, completely unaware of
    the fact that they could be wearing diapers to deal with their
    problems. Likewise, there are lots of kids out there who wish they
    could wear diapers, but couldn't. If we can at least get the message
    out to parents that there is a need and a market for older kids-- I say
    kids, but it's mostly boys-- who want to wear diapers. Likewise, we
    want our message to reach kids-- again, mostly boys-- like you who need
    to know that they are not alone and that diapers exist for their very
    desires.
    	"We will be using the marketing and the sales of our diapers in
    order to help build this organization, which is a goal we are very
    ambitious to attain. We felt that this was the best way to find kids
    like you, and so far, we have had thousands of kids express an interest
    in the Thickies diapers. We had over a hundred surveys just from this
    area alone sent to our headquarters. We know that those of you who like
    to wear diapers like them to be very thick and big, in order to attract
    our intended market. This is why we designed them to be this way, hence
    the name "Thickies." From these buyers of our products, we plan to
    encourage these kids to become members of our organization. The reason
    we have chosen to visit several other cities is to establish a regional
    presence here in the western U.S. which we plan to expand to other
    parts of the country and eventually, the world. Anyone who meets the
    criteria for it can start his own chapter, or club, to represent this
    organization, no matter where he lives. We expect numerous clubs to
    branch out from each city we visit and expand into other communities.
    This means that you won't all have to go to California to participate
    in the organization's numerous planned activities."
    	This was really sounding like it was going to be interesting and
    I looked forward to becoming a part of this organization and hoping
    that it would be established successfully. Tony was also very
    interested in it. We could hear the other boys talking amongst
    themselves about it, too, and Linda was pleased with the level of
    interest that this had generated. Linda's explanation of the company's
    purpose invited several more questions, such as if everyone would still
    be eligible for membership.
    	"Yes, of course. You don't even have to wear Thickies diapers,"
    she added. "We use the product as a way to find people who would be
    interested in joining the organization. We will also offer discounts
    and other promotions for Thickies diapers that will only be available
    to members."
    	"Are you guys selling other things as well?" another kid asked.
    	"Oh yes, CKM Products is an established manufacturer of
    children's wear, mostly boys' fashions," she added. "Kidz Klothez is
    our top reseller, which is why we chose them as a meeting place. We've
    been selling these items for the last year or so and the company is
    enjoying a very successful fiscal year."
    	"So why are you doing the commercial auditions?" Tony asked.
    	"That was another method we chose to use in order to measure how
    much interest people would have in our products," Linda said. "We
    wanted to make sure that those who were going to be advertising our
    products would be genuinely interested, which of course, all of you
    are."
    	It seemed like just about everyone had a question for Linda. I
    had been hesitant to ask mine, however.
    	"What about those of us who have to wear diapers?" the boy asked.
    "You talk about all the kids who want to wear diapers, but some of us
    have to wear them."
    	"I'm glad you mentioned that," Linda said. "Our organization
    plans to address your needs as well, to provide a support structure for
    kids who have incontinence problems. So we're not all here just to
    gather up all the kids who would rather wear diapers, but to bring you
    all together so that you can share each other's feelings about wearing
    diapers."
    	Linda then told us that she had to get back out to the sales
    floor to be available to the waiting parents and so that she could get
    the auditions going. She took one more question, however, which was
    mine. I decided that I'd better use this opportunity now. In other
    words, speak now or forever hold my peace.
    	"So, did only boys sign up for this?" I asked. I didn't want to
    hear Linda tell me that there were girls interested in it, too, which
    was why I was hesitant to ask, but on the other hand, I just had to
    know so I could settle this nagging curiosity.
    	"As expected, almost every questionnaire we received came from
    boys, but the margin was even higher than we anticipated, so high, in
    fact, that we decided at that point to focus our marketing entirely
    towards boys, as well designating the club exclusively for boys, so
    only boys were chosen for the auditions," Linda explained. "We also
    decided that boys would make better models for the diaper advertising
    since we plan to do some shirtless scenes, in which only boys could be
    shown. This will allow the diapers to call more attention to themselves
    in the ads by not having the boy modeling with a shirt on to detract
    from the diapers. Of course several of the ads will also show boys
    wearing shirts and socks, too."
    	Finally, Linda introduced us to the staff members who would be
    conducting the auditions. She then handed us some questionnaires and
    some big booklets that discussed in detail the organization that she
    had been explaining to us. She then took one more question, from me.
    	"What's this organization going to be called?" Tony asked.
    	"On the last page of the booklet you will see a sheet that
    describes how the organization will be named. You can submit your own
    suggestion. The CKM staff will then vote on which ones they like the
    best and then they will let you guys vote on the final ones. The one
    with the most votes will become the name of the organization."
    	Things were running behind schedule and I could tell that there
    were several wet and pooped-in diapers in the room. The wetness stripes
    on Tony's diaper had indicated that he had wet. Tony and I filled out
    our questionnaires, which asked us several questions regarding the
    Thickies diapers. The first kid had already been interviewed and was
    now being auditioned. While waiting, I took a dump in my diapers. I
    farted loudly and I began to stink, though I knew I wasn't the first
    one among us to do this. I expected to sit there and watch him, but
    then I heard my name.
    	"Chris Barrett," the man hollered, holding a clipboard. I
    approached him and he led me into the same booth that Linda had used
    for changing our diapers. He then began interviewing me.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 36
    ---------------------------

    	"Good luck, Chris," Tony whispered to me as I was called into the
    booth. The first kid ahead of me had been sent out to appear on the
    small makeshift stage before the cameras. As I went into the booth I
    was greeted by a gentleman who was dressed very casually, wearing jeans
    and a polo shirt with the CKM logo embroidered onto it. Had he been
    wearing a suit I would have likely been more nervous, and I imagined
    this is why the staff was not in suits. The bright lights and the
    smallness of the room made it hot and stuffy, too.
    	The man introduced himself as Tom Collins and told me that I
    could call him Tom or Mr. Collins, whichever I was comfortable with.
    Tom shook my hand and told me to sit down in the chair. He had my
    original survey and questionnaire before him as well as the results of
    my diaper usage survey while I was in the Thickies diapers. Apparently
    Tom had keyed in this information on his notebook computer that was
    also on the table. He started a tape recorder and he began to ask me
    some questions from a prepared list. The first few questions were
    related to why I wore diapers. Before I answered, I asked Tom if my
    reason had to be medical.
    	"Oh, no, not at all," he said to assure me."
    	"Well, it is sort of medical now," I said. I then paused.
    	"Please do explain," Tom prompted me, getting me to relax.
    	"I started wearing diapers when I was eight years old because I
    kept pooping in my underwear, and I did this because I wanted to wear
    diapers, and sometimes I would put on several pairs of underwear--
    sometimes a lot-- at a time since this seemed like a good diaper. Well,
    one thing led to another and, after getting caught one last time, my
    parents decided that I was going to wear diapers permanently. Well,
    I've been in diapers ever since, and because of this, I now wet and
    mess without as much control as I used to have. In fact, it seems that
    I have very little control."
    	I knew that every word I spoke was being recorded and I hoped
    that I didn't sound stupid. Now that I had gotten this far into it, I
    didn't want to lose out on my chance to be chosen to appear in
    advertising for Thickies diapers.
    	"Tell us what you like about wearing diapers," Tom asked me. I
    felt more at ease now and I explained how I liked the way diapers
    looked on me as well as on other boys, but only boys, and I liked how
    they felt on me and how I felt after I used them. Tom was nodding as I
    spoke, apparently enjoying listening to my short explanation, which
    could have been much longer if I were allocated more than one minute to
    cover it all. I concluded by saying that I liked it when my sisters and
    other girls changed my diapers because of all the attention they gave
    me during changes as well as when I was going around the house in
    diapers.
    	"Very good," Tom said as he told me that my one minute for this
    question was up. He asked me a few more simple questions and then told
    me a few things about the company's purpose for all of this pre-
    screening, basically reiterating what Linda had told us as a group.
    	"We don't only want to find the best candidate to appear in our
    advertising for our products, but we want to find someone who will
    represent our proposed organization as well, and of course, it would be
    remiss not to use someone that has used our products with positive
    feedback, and even if you aren't chosen to appear in the advertising,
    you are most certainly qualified to be a member of the organization and
    even start your own group should you choose to do so, and with as much
    as you have told me about how much you enjoy wearing diapers and how
    you got to this stage in your life, I'd say you'd be a prime candidate
    to represent your age group for this region."
    	"You mean that, Mr. Collins, er, Tom?" I asked Tom.
    	"'Tom' works for me just fine," he assured me.
    	"Can I ask you one more thing, uh Tom?" I asked him.
    	"Sure, we have a little time still," he said.
    	"Why wasn't the organization mentioned before? I mean, I really
    thought that this was only going to be something where I might get
    chosen to appear in a commercial."
    	"Well, Chris, a lot of parents and the general public for that
    matter, would not understand our purpose for the organization that we
    are proposing, and it explains this in your booklet, too, so you'll
    probably want to read that after you're done. Just to summarize, there
    is a lot of stigma associated with older kids who wear diapers and we
    wanted to establish an organized group of kids like you who wear
    diapers for whatever reason. Our company's founder has a very
    interesting story, which you will also find in your booklet. He knows
    what it's like for kids to go through their lives without any guidance
    or support. Being that he started a children's apparel company, this
    allowed him to branch off into a division for making incontinence
    products and to ultimately pursue his dream for his company, which is
    now taking shape and becoming a reality as we speak. He felt that if we
    could find enough kids who would be interested in wearing such diapers,
    this would allow him to easily establish the organization with the
    right people."
    	"Well, it's time for your audition, Chris," Tom told me as he
    shook my hand again and escorted me out of the booth. He then called
    the next name. I approached the cameras and the lights. I wasn't really
    sure what I was supposed to do, but the staff guided me and had me pose
    in various positions, and then had wanted me to run around and dance
    around the stage, which I thought made me feel silly, but it was fun,
    too. I didn't think about all the kids watching me. I'm sure they were
    enjoying the show as I strutted around in my diapers for them. I knew I
    would enjoy watching all of them, too.
    	The last thing they had me do was to read off of a cue card and
    speak out loud. It was short, thank goodness. All I said was, "Hi, my
    name is Chris, and I wear Thickies cloth diapers. Thickies cloth
    diapers are the biggest and thickest diapers there are. Why trust a
    thin, loose-fitting diaper that can leak and cause you some serious
    embarrassment? When I'm in my Thickies cloth diapers, I feel safe and
    secure, and I gotta admit, I look pretty cute in them, too. Thickies
    cloth diapers aren't designed for use with outer clothing and are
    mostly limited to private, at-home use, and whenever I am out of the
    house, I can wear Thickies disposables, which are pretty thick as well.
    That's okay if all I can wear are my Thickies diapers at home, because
    Thickies diapers are all I ever wear around the house anyway. Thickies
    diapers, because diapers aren't just for babies anymore."
    	To my surprise, I felt like I had delivered my lines flawlessly.
    I spoke with enthusiasm, imagining that I was sitting at home watching
    such a commercial as I read it. My performance drew applause from the
    small audience, a captive audience at that, as none of us could very
    easily leave from the back room of the store in just diapers. I was
    actually more nervous afterwards as I sat back down next to Tony and
    thought back upon my performance.
    	Tony and I spent the next several minutes reading about the
    proposed organization for diapered kids (boys only now, he he he,
    YEAH!). It sounded really interesting. It explained how anyone could be
    a member, but it encouraged everyone to join an official club
    representing the organization. It was also explained that it would be
    up to us, the first few kids chosen to represent the organization via
    our participation in being chosen to model Thickies diapers, to start
    our own clubs in our own hometowns and neighborhoods.
    	I couldn't wait until I could established such a club in our own
    neighborhood, although so far it seemed like only myself, Tony and
    Bryce would be members. I looked forward to meeting all the kids who
    lived around the general area who wore diapers. Just seeing that there
    were thirteen of them (not counting Linda's son as he was from
    California) I knew that there had to have been plenty more than this.
    It was just a matter of finding them and encouraging them to join our
    club once it was established.
    	Tony and I didn't even realize that nearly another hour had
    passed by the time it was his turn to get called up by Tom. I wished
    Tony the best of luck as he showed off to everyone his Thickies diapers
    on his way to the booth. When he appeared before the cameras a few
    minutes later he performed the same posing routine as I did, and then
    he read from the cue card. It was about the same as mine, except that
    it was modified so that it was a script for the disposable diapers. The
    script had him mention the cloth diapers as an alternate choice, just
    as I had mentioned the disposables in my script for the cloth diapers.
    Tony appeared very calm and poised. I figured he and I both had a
    pretty good shot at being chosen to appear in the commercials.
    	As much fun as Tony and I had looking at all the other boys in
    diapers, it felt good to have this part of our day over with. Linda
    came back in and offered to everyone a diaper change if they needed it.
    Everyone got their clothes handed back to them and all the boys dressed
    themselves. Linda gave the disposable wearers two free packages of
    Thickies while those of us in the cloth diapers got to take with us the
    ones that we were wearing. Mine was wet and full of poop, however,
    which, even in a plastic bag, made me uncomfortable to have to carry it
    around the mall. I hoped Mom would let me take it out to the car, and I
    had a feeling that she would, in fact, insist that I do this after
    smelling it.
    	It felt good to get out of that hot and stuffy back room as well
    as getting to breathe some fresh air after smelling what was
    conceivably and possibly fourteen poopy butts all at once for so long.
    Tony and I were hungry, and Lisa and Cindy were both broke after their
    morning-long spending sprees.

    ***

    	The next few days were uneventful for the most part. Lisa had
    began driver's ed. and she was gone every morning until about noon
    except for when she went over to Betty's house and spent the day there.
    If she wasn't at Betty's house, then Betty came over here. Cindy would
    sometimes spend time at Gina's house, but more often, Gina came over
    here, and of course, she brought along Bryce to babysit him.
    	Tuesday morning, Gina and Bryce stayed here for most of the day.
    As promised to him, Bryce got to try out my diaper monitoring device
    since it was now my own. Of course, Gina and Cindy decided that it
    would be remiss for Bryce not to wear a Thickies diaper while wearing
    the device, so Cindy tried to fit one of mine onto him. She had to pull
    it extra tight in order to get it to fit his thinner body. It engulfed
    so much of his body, and Gina wouldn't let him have his shirt back as
    she liked looking at how high up the huge diaper came on him. He could
    hardly walk in the diaper, but if this didn't impose enough difficulty,
    Cindy decided to add a second Thickies diaper, which didn't require any
    extra reinforcement as the first diaper provided enough bulk around
    Bryce's body to allow the outer diaper to fit. Lisa made sure to
    capture this on video.
    	"I can hardly walk in these diapers," Bryce said. "And they come
    up so high, too."
    	"Well, Bryce, then I'd get used to wearing them, because Mom just
    pre-ordered a whole bunch of Thickies diapers from Kidz Klothez
    yesterday," Gina said. "I'll look forward to seeing your butt all
    padded up like it is now, all the time."
    	I told Bryce that the diapers that he would be wearing would be
    smaller and would fit him better, though they would be just as thick.
    Bryce was interested in how things went last Saturday at the auditions
    and I told him everything that I did that day. He then wanted to play
    with my Legos, so I joined him with this activity for the next hour.
    	Suddenly, I heard Bryce cut a juicy fart into his diapers. This
    sound was immediately followed by both the red and green lights of the
    monitoring device blinking while it beeped.
    	"Wow, this thing's really sensitive," Bryce said. "I only peed
    and pooped a little," he said. I crawled over to him and I looked at
    the numbers on the display.
    	"You did more than a little," I said as I examined the readings.
    "That's about average for me."
    	"Did you have to wear this thing to school?" Bryce asked me.
    	"No, thank God," I said. I then crawled back over to my side of
    the pile, making sure that Bryce got a close-up of my diapered butt.
    While I was in this position I let loose a big bowel movement,
    accompanied by several short, noisy blasts of flatulence. Bryce giggled
    as he heard me loading up my diapers. I enjoyed the way I was
    entertaining him by doing this. I crawled back closer to him.
    	"Phew, your butt smells, Chris!" Bryce said.
    	"So does yours," I added. "You get used to it after being in
    diapers awhile."
    	"I know, I've been in diapers almost as long as you have, so I'm
    used to it, but your butt still smells," Bryce said.
    	As I was working on a Lego project on the other side of the pile,
    I kept my butt turned to Bryce, and apparently this seemed to trigger
    some early pre-erotic urges in him. Whatever it was, he was drawn
    enough to my diapered butt that he sneaked up behind me and started
    tickling me, pressing his face into my rear end. At least this seemed
    like his motive for positioning himself the way he did when he
    approached me.
    	Bryce then decided he wanted to get into a tickling match, so we
    then stopped playing with the Legos and soon we were playfully
    wrestling with each other. I went easy on Bryce and I let him pin me
    down. I was lying on the floor on my back and he was sitting on top of
    me with his butt pressed right up against my nose. He let out a larger,
    more sustained poop. I even felt the vibration from his farting against
    my face. The diaper alarm was also going off as he did it.
    	"I just pooped in your face!" Bryce said with a playful boyish
    giggle as he scooted his butt back and forth over my chest.
    	"No, you didn't poop in my face, Bryce, because you got those
    thick diapers on your butt!" With this I reached up and grabbed a
    handful of the heavy, multi-layered cloth covering Bryce's rump.
    	"I pooped in your face, Chris!" Bryce said as he scooted back and
    raised his butt up before planting it right back down on my nose. I was
    really, really liking this activity that that I didn't even plan on
    having at its outset, but I didn't think Bryce was old enough to know
    how sexually stimulating it was for me. He was likely doing it in fun,
    and he was likely just as aroused as I was, but he wasn't quite old
    enough to understand these feelings and to him it was just good old fun
    that only two boys could ever have with each other.
    	Bryce had his hands pushing down on the front of my diapers to
    support his body. Whether or not it was intentional, he was making my
    hard-on even harder by not only pushing his hands down on the front of
    my diapers repeatedly, but also seeing his very thickly padded
    Thickies-wrapped butt so close to my face was getting me intensely
    horny. I wanted to ask Bryce to get up off of me since I knew I would
    have to "finish it off" as far as achieving orgasm was concerned, but
    then I started to feel my stiff dick and my balls tingling as I
    anticipated cumming. Bryce stopped just before I came, so I asked him
    to keep doing what he had been doing and he continued. As he pushed
    down on my diapers again a few more times I felt myself shoot a large
    load of cum into my diapers, and to make it better, he pooped again.
    	"Oh, God! Ohh! God! Ohh! Yeah!" I groaned as I ejaculated. This
    alarmed Bryce and he suddenly climbed off of me. I continued to rub
    myself to extract the rest of my jerkoff juice.
    	"What are you doing, Chris?" Bryce asked me. "Are you okay?"
    	"Yeah, I'm fine," I heaved a heavy breath.
    	"You're all hot and sweaty," he said.
    	"It happens when you get to be my age," I said. "But so does
    this," I said as I gave my diaper-enshrouded balls another good stroke.
    	"You know, sometimes I do that," Bryce said to me as he watched
    me finish jacking off. "Sometimes I rub my diapers and it feels really
    good and it makes my dick get big and hard."
    	"Wait a few years and it gets even better," I said to him,
    knowing that puberty for him was just a couple years away. "Has Gina
    ever caught you doing it?"
    	"A couple times," Bryce said. "She said it's okay and that all
    boys do that, especially when they get older."
    	"Trust me, you will," I said to him.
    	"And Gina says as long as I have diapers on I can do it," Bryce
    added.
    	"That's the only way to do it," I said to him. "It makes cleanup
    a lot easier for one thing."
    	"Cleanup?" Bryce asked. "What happens?"
    	"Your dick shoots out this white gooey stuff," I said. "The
    diapers catch all of it."
    	"Gina says that most boys do it naked," Bryce says.
    	"They do," I said. "They're not always in diapers like I am."
    	"Have you ever done it naked?" Bryce asked me.
    	"No, never have," I said. "I've been in diapers the whole time,
    and if you've seen how my diapers are put on me, especially when I wear
    my pin-on diapers, there's no way I'll ever get to feel what it's like
    without diapers on, not that I really want to since it's the diapers
    that make me want to do it."
    	Later the day Tony came over and he joined Bryce and me. Bryce
    had been called out of the room since Gina wanted to talk to him and to
    change his diaper, so while he was gone I told Tony about the tickling
    match that Bryce and I got into and how this led to engaging in diaper
    play. Tony was stroking himself as I told him what Bryce did, and I
    could tell that Tony was wanting me to do the same to him. what I
    explained what Bryce did. My dick was still feeling sensitive from
    having just wildly shot my load into my already piss-wet diapers, but I
    was already getting hard again as I thought back to what Bryce did to
    me and I look forward to having a similar diaper play session with
    Tony.
    	Shortly afterwards, Bryce came back into my room wearing one of
    his disposable diapers again and he gave me back the monitoring device.
    He picked up his shorts and put them on and then he left with Gina.
    Cindy went with them, leaving Tony and I alone at least until about
    noon, which was when Lisa was expected to return home from driver's ed.
    unless she was going over to Betty's house.
    	I asked Tony if he was hungry.
    	"Yeah, but, there's something I want to do before we eat," he
    said.
    	"What's that?" I asked.
    	"You know what you were just telling me about what you and Bryce
    were doing?" he said somewhat nervously.
    	"Yeah," I said as I felt both my heart rate and my dick rising
    again.
    	"Well, I've been thinking about that ever since you told me about
    it," he said.
    	"Okay," I said, knowing what Tony was thinking of doing. I felt
    awkward to just tell him to lie down and have sit on his chest and
    press my butt up to his face while I rubbed the front of his diapers.
    Then, as I got to thinking about it, I was just as hard as I was when
    Bryce was doing it. We went out to the living room and assumed our
    positions. I couldn't believe I was doing this to Tony, but I could
    tell from how hard his dick felt through his Thickies that he was
    liking it and he was liking having me stick my padded butt in his face.
    I even pooped in my diapers while I was sitting on his chest. Within
    minutes I made him pump out his semen and it spread all over the front
    of his diaper. I kept rubbing his dick through the front of his diaper
    until he told me to stop. I then sat up and began rubbing myself,
    bringing myself to another ejaculation, though it was dry as I had just
    expended most of my load earlier. Just before I was about to climb off
    of Tony, the front door suddenly opened, much to our surprise. Cindy ha
    come back. She stared at us.
    	"What are you guys doing?" she asked.
    	"Uhh, we sort of got in a tickling match," I said, though I knew
    it was a lame cover-up.
    	"Ahh, I see," Cindy said. I could sense that she knew what we had
    really been doing.
    	Cindy then walked past us, explaining that she forgot to take her
    sunscreen with her. We had since then gotten up and stood in the living
    room.
    	"I guess we should have gone into my room," I said to Tony.
    	Cindy then came back out, smiling at us she left again.
    	"You can go back to what you were doing now, boys. I'll be gone
    awhile," she said as she left again.
    	Tony and I decided that we had gotten our erotic urges out of our
    systems for awhile and decided to have lunch. Lisa came home at about
    the time I expected her. Tony and I tried to act as if we hadn't done
    anything, but Lisa could somehow since that we were trying to keep a
    secret from her when she asked us what we were up to today.
    	"Nothing, just play around, maybe go out to the back yard later."
    	Lisa leaned on the edge of the kitchen table and smiled at me as
    she stared into my face.
    	"What?" I said.
    	"You look guilty," she said. "What did you do?"
    	"Nothing," I said. "Can I eat, please?"
    	"Okay, I'll leave you boys alone," she said. Now I was really
    suspicious, especially when she turned around and smiled at Tony and
    me.
    	"How was driver's ed.?" I asked her, trying to change the
    subject.
    	"It was fun," she said. "Betty about ran into a mailbox when a
    cat ran out in front of her, though. Better the mailbox than the cat."
    	"I agree," I said as I bit into my sandwich.
    	"So what are you boys' plans for the day?" she asked me.
    	"I really don't know, Lisa," I said, resenting her curiosity. My
    suspicions that she somehow knew what Tony and I were doing were
    raised. "It's summer now, and I just do things as they come to mind," I
    said.
    	"Really?" Lisa said. "Well, then I'll go to Betty's house so you
    two can be alone some more."
    	Now I knew something was up. I didn't know what to say, but Lisa
    spoke first anyway.
    	"I ran into Cindy as I was walking home," Lisa said. "She told me
    what she saw you two doing."
    	"We were just tickling each other," I said.
    	"Sure," Lisa said, satisfied that she knew all about what Tony
    and I were doing. "And I know just what part of your bodies you guys
    were tickling, too. At least you had your diapers on."
    	"Boys will be boys," Lisa said as she went back into her room.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 37
    ---------------------------

    	It was only Wednesday, and already my anxiety level was getting
    higher now as I was expecting another letter from CKM Products in
    regards to whether or not I would be chosen to appear in its
    advertising. Tony was feeling the same way. Even though neither of us
    was expecting a response for at least a week, we knew that sooner or
    later the announcement would have to come to inform us one way or
    another if either Tony or I was to be going to California. Hopefully
    both of us would go, but that remained to be determined.
    	Cindy was out of the house, as was Lisa, and I was the only one
    home. Both of them expected to be gone for most of the day. Lisa had
    her driver's training class today, and then she went with Betty to
    Wicked Waters. Cindy was also gone to spend the day with Gina. Tony was
    stuck at home doing chores, reportedly performing some of the chores
    outside in just his diapers as he told me on the phone that afternoon.
    He mentioned that he was drawing a great deal of attention from the
    neighborhood kids playing in the street.
    	As an effort to make sure I didn't stray too far from the house
    since I was left there unattended, my pants and shorts were locked away
    where I could not get to them in the girls' room, which itself was
    locked, and all had to wear were my diapers. For some reason U loved
    knowing that it was all I could wear right now and it made me hard just
    thinking about this fact.
    	In spite of my indecent state of dress, I had to go see what was
    in that mailbox! I was feeling so anxious, thinking that maybe by some
    outside chance an announcement would come in the mail early. I had seen
    the mail truck pull up to the mailbox a few minutes before and I wanted
    to go see what had been dropped off, but given the fact that I had only
    a shirt and a Thickies diaper accompanied by several layers of my older
    conventional diapers underneath it on me, going outside wasn't
    something I wanted to do since there were at least half a dozen kids
    playing in the street. They all knew that I wore diapers, but they
    always laughed at me anyway, and since they had several hoses going in
    their front yards, they liked to chase me and spray my butt with the
    water and get my diapers even wetter than they already were. If this
    were to happen I would have to take a lot of diapers off to change into
    some dry ones, and I knew I could never diaper myself as easily nor as
    effectively as my sisters could.
    	I decided to take my chances. I momentarily thought about
    grabbing a towel from the bathroom and wrapping it around me, but I
    figured this would draw just as much attention, so I decided to just
    strut out to the mailbox, open it, grab whatever there was inside of
    it, and then run straight back to the house.
    	I opened the door and made my run to the mailbox the best I could
    since my running abilities were more than just a tad bit encumbered by
    all the diapers I had pinned onto me. By the time I got to the mailbox,
    one of the neighbor girls who had a hose in her hand-- complete with a
    nozzle attachment-- came after me.
    	"Hey guys! It's diaper boy!" the girl shouted. She was about
    seven or eight years old. She had some other friends close to her age
    with her, though one of them was about eleven or so. All of them were
    in brightly colored swimsuits. I started to run and I thought I was
    going to make it back into the house, but then I was distracted by a
    yellow jacket that buzzed in front of me and then landed on my chest. I
    was scared shitless of bees, wasps, hornets, yellow jackets, etc., and
    the yellow jacket did just that, making me load my diapers as I was
    struck by fear, causing me to flail frantically about the yard and
    retreat from the refuge that the front door would provide me from both
    the yellow jacket and the girls who wanted to spray me with the water.
    I ran back towards the girls, letting all five of them see my very
    thick diapers.
    	"Hey diaper boy! Why do you wear your diapers so thick?" one of
    the girls asked. I looked behind me to see if that damn yellow jacket
    had left. No such luck. In fact, three of them were buzzing around the
    front door now, dammit! I was trapped. I figured getting sprayed with a
    hose wasn't as bad as possibly getting stung.
    	"He wets his diapers a lot!" said the girl with the hose. "I'll
    show you what I mean!"
    	I tried to run away from the girls and go into the back yard. The
    gate was locked and I could not escape in time. Seconds later the girls
    hit me squarely in the butt and blasted me with the high pressure
    waster spray. I was in double plastic pants, but these could only
    momentarily deflect the water. The eleven-year-old girl pulled down my
    plastic pants, both pairs, one at a time, after seeing that I had two
    of them on. Then, without any plastic pants covering my diapers, I got
    hit with the spray again. She then pulled my plastic pants back up and
    tried flooding them by sticking the nozzle down inside! I was afraid to
    run away and go towards those yellow jackets! My diapers were already
    heavy and nearly soaked to the core with pee, but the water made my
    diapers become even heavier with all the water they absorbed. All I
    could do was stand there as the girls all laughed at me and watched the
    water drain out of the leg openings of my plastic pants. Next I looked
    down and saw brown-tinged water dripping out from the lower seat of my
    diapers. The brown stains had spread to the exterior of the diapers,
    causing brown spots to appear on the outer surface. My plastic pants
    were down to my knees and a big puddle of water had formed in the
    plastic pants, which had to have looked very funny to the girls. At
    this point they decided that they had their fun so they returned to the
    yard next door where they had been playing.
    	I still had to get the mail and fulfill my purpose for having
    come outside in the first place. I took off the plastic pants and
    emptied the rest of the water out of them. I carried them with me as I
    walked across the yard. I felt so awkward wearing such soaked diapers
    that felt like I had peed in them at least a dozen times, which I have
    been known to do whenever Lisa and Cindy felt that I deserved to go
    unchanged for awhile because of our ongoing sibling rivalry. My diapers
    weighed down on my loins as if a pile of bricks had been placed in
    them. In spite of this I went to the mailbox and grabbed everything
    that had been placed in it.
    	I looked through the stack of envelopes. There were the usual
    credit card offers and the important-looking stuff for my parents to
    deal with. I thumbed through the stack some more. There was one
    envelope that caught my attention for some strange reason. The return
    address was labeled "The Association of Summer Camps for Boys." I just
    passed it off as junk mail from some outfit trying to get my parents to
    send me to summer camp. I put the mail back in the box, but then I
    realized that there was one piece of mail at the back of the stack that
    looked really important, so I did a double-take before I shut the door
    to the mailbox. My heart jumped out of my chest when I saw that it was
    from Kidz Klothez. I pulled it back out of the mailbox and I excitedly
    ripped it open and hoped that it maybe the announcements were sent out
    care of the store. As it turned out it was only a book of coupons that
    the store sent to its VIP customers, which, given the number of diapers
    that my Mom has bought from Kidz Klothez over the last few years, this
    definitely made her a VIP customer.
    	"Damn," I thought as I clutched onto my chest and felt my heart
    racing, only for this build-up of feelings to end in vain and
    disappointment.
    	The yellow jackets had since then left and I could safely re-
    enter the house. My diapers were still dripping wet as ever. As I
    walked through the house I left a trail of dripping water and diluted
    feces. I had no choice but to take the diapers off myself and try to
    put some dry diapers on. I was prepared to honestly explain to my
    sisters or whoever was home first what happened and why I had changed
    my own diapers. I'm sure they would have understood, even though, at
    age twelve, I was still not allowed to handle my own diaper changes.
    	I went into the bathroom since the tile floor in there would be
    better suited for my dripping wet diapers. I pulled off the Thickies
    diaper, which alone felt like it weighed at least ten pounds. It hit
    the floor with a wet, solid thud. I still had several more diapers to
    take off. Lisa missed getting to pin my diapers on and decided that
    since I was going to be home alone most of the day I would need lots of
    absorbency to last the whole day. My diapers had already attained their
    capacity, but not in the way that it was intended.
    	I did something that I didn't think I would ever do again for the
    rest of my life. I sat on the toilet, but only because it was the best
    place for me to sit in the bathroom. The lid was down, of course. I
    looked down at my remaining diapers. The diapers were bunched up in a
    seemingly endless conglomeration of cloth layers and pins, lots of
    pins. I began taking the pins out, one by one, piling them up on the
    bathroom counter across from where I was sitting. I knew I would be
    here for several minutes. I paused for a moment to let out another
    squirt of poop and then I continued removing the pins. I finally had
    the first diaper off. Underneath it was another equally heavily pinned-
    up diaper, with many more layers to go.
    	Ding! Dong! The doorbell chimed.
    	"Shit!" I said. I decided to ignore whoever was there and
    continue taking the diapers off. Fifteen seconds later, the doorbell
    rang again. Then the doorbell rang repeatedly.
    	"I bet it's those girls," I thought to myself. "Dammit!" I
    reached down to pull another diaper pin out.
    	The doorbell rang again.
    	"Fuck!" I muttered. I decided that I should at least go see who
    it is. I grabbed a towel this time and put it around me. I peered
    through the peephole and saw Megan. Now I felt bad and I was afraid
    that she might be mad at me because I hadn't come to the door. When I
    opened it, she smiled at me and greeted me.
    	"Hello, Chris," she said.
    	"Hi," I said. Immediately she reached for the towel and pulled it
    away.
    	"Lose the towel, diaper butt, I know what you got on underneath,"
    she said. When she removed the towel from around my waist, she noticed
    that I had no plastic pants on and that my diapers were very, very wet.
    	"Wow, you must have really peed hard today," Megan said.
    	"Most of it's water," I said.
    	"Really? What happened?" Megan asked.
    	"Well, actually, it's a long story," I said.
    	"Do you mind if I come in?" Megan asked me. As she stood before
    me, I looked directly at her developing breasts and her hips were
    beginning to take on a mature shape, which I noted as I admired her
    body. She was big and rather round, fat by most people's standards, but
    this was the very thing that I liked about her. I looked at her pudgy
    freckled face and her buck-toothed smile which I felt made her even
    cuter. Most of all, she was rather scantily dressed for the hot day.
    Her T-shirt fit rather tightly, which revealed her need for wearing a
    brassiere. Her shorts were, well, short. My dick became very stiff
    inside my diapers as my mind briefly drifted into a torridly erotic
    fantasy as I envisioned Megan naked. I was home alone; hell yes she
    could come in! I was just a little more subtle about inviting her to
    enter.
    	"Sure, you can come in," I said shyly.
    	"Who's all here?" Megan asked.
    	"Uhh, I'm home alone," I said. My heart was racing now.
    	"Not anymore," Megan said as she charged into the house and shut
    the door.
    	I didn't think that Megan knew I was home alone, so I wondered
    why she came over. I asked her what she was doing today.
    	"I wasn't needed for babysitting today," she said. "And since I
    was in the area I decided to come over and find out how that audition
    went," she said. "Did they pick you?"
    	"I dunno yet," I said. "It'll be a little while before I find
    out."
    	I decided that we should go out back since my diapers were still
    damp and I didn't want to sit on any of the furniture. I offered Megan
    a drink as I got each of us a Coke and then we went out to the patio.
    	I told Megan about the audition last Saturday and she enjoyed
    listening to what Tony and I and all the other boys had to do while we
    were there. I told Megan what I said when I was asked why I wear
    diapers. She giggled.
    	"I think they'll pick you," Megan said as she patted my shoulder.
    	"What makes you say that?" I said.
    	"I just do," she said. "You make the perfect diaper boy, you
    really do."
    	"You just look at me and identify me with the fact that I have
    been in diapers for the last few years," I said.
    	"Yeah, perhaps," Megan said. "But I think you should get it
    anyway."
    	Megan then asked me about why I was wearing no plastic pants and
    why my diapers were so wet, so I explained this to her. I told her that
    I had started taking my diapers off when she came over, thus explaining
    why it took me so long to get to the door. I was tempted to ask Megan
    to change my diapers for me, but I felt too inhibited to ask her. In
    spite of this, Megan seemed to sense what I was thinking.
    	"I could help you, that is, if you want," Megan said.
    	"So, do you want to, you know, change me?" I asked her.
    	"Sure," Megan said. I figured that she could probably do a better
    job diapering me than I could ever do. I didn't want anyone to know
    that I was wearing a different set of diapers than what had been put on
    me this morning. I emphasized to Megan that she would have to make them
    look just like the ones I had on.
    	"I can do it," she said confidently. "I babysit a three-year-old
    boys and his mom uses cloth diapers on him. And I have a three-year-old
    boy cousin still in diapers, remember?"
    	"How are they both doing as far as toilet training?" I asked,
    wanting to know.
    	"Forget it," Megan said. "Neither one of them is about to give up
    their diapers and won't be toilet trained any time soon."
    	"Makes sense to me," I said. "They're boys, after all."
    	I led Megan into my bedroom to give her the diapering supplies
    that she would need. I didn't know how many diapers Lisa put on me this
    morning.
    	"Let me count them for you," Megan said. I stood there as Megan
    kneeled down before me and looked up into my diapered crotch. She tried
    to count the number of diaper layers, but as the plies seemed to blend
    together and were stacked unevenly, she couldn't tell.
    	"Maybe if I get behind you I can tell," Megan said. "Turn around,
    let's see that diapered butt!"
    	Megan definitely got an eyeful of diapers as I turned my solidly
    padded rear end to her. She tilted her head and ran her finger along
    the leg openings of my diapers. She tried counting the layers several
    times, counting as high as eight a couple of times. Again, the uneven
    layers made it difficult for her to tell how many diapers I had on.
    	"You got a lot of diapers on, Chris, that's all I can say for
    now," Megan said as she slapped my butt. "And you really need a change,
    too; I can smell it."
    	"You can just count them as you take them off," I suggested. With
    this, I got up on the changing table and let Megan do her work. She
    unpinned the diapers and dropped them into the bucket, keeping track of
    how many diapers she took off. I told her to add one to the total since
    I had already taken one off myself, not counting the Thickies diaper.
    	When Megan got the last diaper unpinned, she pulled it away and
    revealed the big pile of poop that was diluted by the deluge that the
    neighbor girls gave me earlier.
    	"Ooh! You messy boy, Chris! You messy boy!" Megan said in a
    mocking motherly baby-talk tone of voice. My dick was standing straight
    up. While I watched Megan bend over in her lower-butt-cheek-revealing
    shorts to pick up the wipes that had fallen onto the floor, I succumbed
    to the urge to stroke myself. Megan then turned around and saw me
    pulling my hand away from my hard-on. She just smiled at me, knowing
    what I had been doing.
    	Megan expertly cleaned off my butt, smiling as she enjoyed the
    opportunity to do this for me. Of course I was enjoying it, too and
    acknowledging this as I smiled back at her. Her nose had apparently
    gotten used to the smells of the poop of her cousin and the other
    three-year-old boy whose diapers she had changed, and she didn't seem
    to mind that I stank really bad.
    	With my butt cleaned off, she moved to my genitals and cleaned
    them off. I was very aroused by her hands rubbing all over my crotch as
    well as my dick and my balls until they were clean.
    	Megan then sprinkled a generous amount of powder onto my
    genitalia and rubbed it all over my crotch and up into my butt crack.
    Her hand was teasing my hard dick as I was wanting her to jack me off.
    She looked like she wanted to do this, but she didn't ask me, and I was
    afraid to ask her. She then pulled out a large stack of regular diapers
    and, ensuring that the count was correct. I passed up my final chance
    to ask her to jerk me off as she pulled that first diaper up over my
    stiff dick. Megan pinned all of the thick diapers onto me very tightly
    and excessively, just as Lisa did. Within a few minutes my diapers
    looked just like the ones that Lisa had put on me.
    	"Now grab a Thickies," I told Megan. With this, she retrieved one
    of the much thicker diapers from my cabinet and put it on over the mass
    of other diapers I already had on. She then put the same two pairs of
    plastic pants on me that I was wearing earlier. From the looks of it. I
    felt that nobody could tell the difference. To be sure, though, I hoped
    that Cindy would be the one to change me later this afternoon.
    	"Thanks," I said to Megan as I sat up.
    	"Any time," she said with a smile. Before I got down from the
    changing table, Megan put her arms around me and kissed me on the
    mouth. After this we got up and took the wet, dirty diapers out to the
    laundry room.
    	It was mid-afternoon by this time and Megan knew that she should
    get back home soon. As Megan left I thanked her for the diaper change.
    I looked forward to Megan's company later on in the summer, hoping that
    perhaps we could do more with each next time. I didn't know how many
    more opportunities I would have where I would be home alone and Tony
    wouldn't be here, either, and that Megan would also be free from
    babysitting. It seemed like a one in a million chance that things
    turned out the way they did today and I wished Megan would have done
    more with me while she had my diapers off. While I'm sure she thought
    about it as much as I did, we probably both felt too inhibited to
    proceed. I hollered at Megan and asked her when she would be free
    again. She came back to the house and came back inside. I handed her
    the phone message pad and a pen. Megan then wrote on it the number at
    which she could be reached when she was babysitting.
    	"If you're home alone some other time, just give me a call," she
    said. She then folded up the paper that I had her write the number on
    and then she tucked it down in between my plastic pants and my diapers.
    	"See ya' later," Megan said. I stood at the front door and then
    Cotton rubbed up against my leg. I picked him up and held him as I
    watched Megan strut away, looking at her ass and getting hard again,
    thinking about what we might do next time she came over. To relieve
    these thoughts and these feelings I lay down on the couch and jerked
    off wildly in my diapers as I thought about Megan changing my diapers
    and doing other things to me while she had me completely naked. I
    envisioned her being naked as well. When I came in my diapers a few
    minutes later my whole body felt engrossed in orgasm. I lay there for
    several minutes afterwards, savoring every bit of this wonderful
    feeling that only us boys can enjoy, even when in several inches of
    diapers.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 38
    ---------------------------

    	It was 3:00 in the afternoon and I had fresh diapers on, though I
    had already masturbated in them. I was supposed to have been wearing
    the same set of diapers all day long. If I didn't do some serious
    peeing and pooping within the next couple hours it would be hard to
    explain how I had gone through the day without using my diapers, and if
    I told anyone that I changed them, they'd never believe it was me who
    changed them since Megan put them on too tightly and neatly for me to
    have done it myself. My contingency plan was to remove the diapers and
    put them back on myself, that way it would look like I really did
    change them myself and I could go back to explaining that I went
    outside and got sprayed with water by the neighbor girls. I decided
    that I wanted to make it look like nothing unusual had happened at all,
    other than that I had already been to the mailbox and had opened one
    piece of the mail and brought it in with me. I figured this would
    require explaining that I went out to the mailbox and had thought that
    the announcement had arrived.
    	For now I had other matters to worry about. Immediately I drank
    several glasses of water, plus some juice, milk, soda, anything to make
    me wet a lot. While I knew this would mean some wet diapers before too
    long, I had to do something about pooping, though. I hadn't had lunch
    yet anyway and I was hungry, so I warmed up a double helping of bean
    and ham soup, using two cans, and I also made two ham and cheese
    sandwiches with mustard. I ate all of this and decided that I was still
    hungry, so I topped it off with a bowl of ice cream. I hoped to produce
    some stool soon by the time the food that I ate would begin digesting
    and would push out what was already in my system. To speed things up I
    took a laxative.
    	It was four in the afternoon and I had wet myself quite a bit by
    then, almost convincing enough that Lisa and Cindy would not know
    otherwise that I had only been in the diapers that I had on for only a
    couple hours. The poop was still working on coming out, however, and I
    had been grunting and straining to shit my diapers. For awhile all my
    butt was able to produce were some impressively loud and stinky farts,
    but farts alone don't leave any visible evidence in a diaper. Finally I
    felt some poop churning and I pushed it out into my diapers. It was a
    big and voluminous load, and a soft and runny bowel movement,
    apparently aided by the use of the laxative. My shit came out with
    plenty of liquid and it spread nicely throughout the seat of my
    diapers. The mess coated my buttocks completely and most of all, it
    stunk strongly, assuring me that when it came time for one of my
    sisters to change my diapers, it would look like I had worn them all
    day without a change. I drank some more water and I ate an entire
    sleeve of saltine crackers.
    	Lisa came home a few minutes later. Her neck was sunburned,
    though as I took another look at her neck, it had some other localized
    discoloration as well, namely, a hickey.
    	"So, what did you do all day being home alone?" Lisa asked me.
    	"Nothing, just the usual, sitting around, pissing and shitting my
    diapers, watching TV, playing on the computer. Not much I could do
    since I was stuck inside the house in diapers all day. How was your
    day?"
    	"I had fun," Lisa said with a smile.
    	"In more ways than one," I thought to myself as I looked at the
    incriminating lark on Lisa's neck.
    	Lisa had brought in the mail and set it down on the counter,
    seeing that I had already brought one piece of it in and had opened it.
    	"I see you've been out to the mailbox already," Lisa said. "You
    must have looked cute in front of all the neighbor kids."
    	"Well, it's not exactly a secret anymore that I wear diapers," I
    said.
    	"And it won't be a secret at all if they choose you to appear in
    those diaper commercials. You just can't wait, can you?"
    	"I guess not," I said.
    	"It's going to be at least a couple weeks before you get anything
    on it," Lisa said. "I'd just relax and enjoy the summer."
    	A few minutes later Lisa had taken off her swimsuit from beneath
    her clothes and then she told me it was time for my diaper change. I
    also noticed that Lisa had dabbed some cover-up makeup onto her neck to
    conceal the hickey when she began taking my diapers off. I hoped she
    wouldn't notice anything different about the diapers, but she had a
    keen eye for these things and she could remember exactly how she had
    pinned them on me this morning.
    	"Did you change your diapers today?" Lisa asked me. I became
    nervous and I felt my throat become dry. I told her that I didn't
    change my diapers, which was the truth.
    	"I know I didn't pin them on this way when I diapered you this
    morning," Lisa said. "If you did change yourself, then you did a very
    good job, but I know you couldn't diaper yourself this good and get
    them on this tightly."
    	I figured that Lisa had me cornered. She knew that Tony wasn't
    exactly an expert in handling cloth diapers and she had seen what his
    diapering jobs looked like on me.
    	"Okay, I confess," I said. "Megan came over this afternoon."
    	"Oooh, I want to hear all the juicy details! Just what exactly
    did you two lovebirds do together?"
    	"She changed my diapers, that's all she did," I said nervously,
    but affirmatively.
    	"And just why did she take your diapers off?" Lisa asked me.
    	Now I was forced into explaining the whole situation to Lisa
    where I had gone outside and gotten sprayed with water by the girls at
    the house next door, and that Megan just happened to stop by
    afterwards.
    	"I believe you," Lisa said, though she meant just the opposite.
    	"Go check the laundry room," I said. "My wet diapers are out
    there."
    	"Of course they are," Lisa said. "They're always wet, and poopy,
    too."
    	"I mean, they're water-wet," I specified. I was desperate to
    convince Lisa that we didn't engage in any sexual exchanges. "If you
    think we did anything, just check the front of my diapers!" I said.
    Lisa took a close look at the front of the innermost diaper and she
    could barely see the traces of semen that were diluted by urine and
    embedded in the fabric.
    	"Well, okay, you've convinced me, little brother," Lisa said.
    "But did you do this in your diapers all by yourself, or did Megan help
    you?"
    	"I thought about her a little after she left," I said. "So in
    thought, she 'helped' me. But she didn't touch me or anything like
    that." I was so embarrassed now by having to talk to Lisa about my
    masturbation.
    	"I'm glad you told me the truth," Lisa said.
    	"So, you believe me now?" I asked her.
    	"Yes, I believe you," Lisa replied.
    	"Just don't tell Mom or Dad, okay?" I pleaded. "Even though
    nothing happened."
    	"Okay, I won't, but only as long as you're a good little diaper
    boy the rest of the summer."
    	"Lisa!" I whined. "I told you the truth, okay? Megan would have
    come over anyway, whether or not I was home by myself. Besides, if you
    tell them about me, then I'll tell them about that hickey you came home
    with," I said to her.
    	Lisa then put her hand on her neck.
    	"Oh, so you saw it," Lisa said as her tone of voice changed and
    became more subdued. Lisa didn't say anything else about either me and
    Megan, or herself and whoever planted the hickey on her neck. She
    proceeded with the diaper change and stacked me up in several thick
    diapers and a Thickies to top it off. She also put my diaper monitoring
    device on me. It was just as well that I was extremely diapered up
    since the laxative produced more of an effect than I had planned on and
    my next diaper change was several hours away.
    	Later in the evening during dinner my parents asked me what I had
    planned to do over the summer. It seemed like a rather trivial
    question.
    	"Well, I hope I go to California to do that commercial," I said.
    	"You may not go to California, you know," my Dad said. "I
    wouldn't get your hopes too high, Chris, not to discourage you, but I
    want you to think more realistically."
    	"Why are you telling me this?" I asked my parents. "I know that I
    might not get picked."
    	"Then what will you do with your summer in case you don't go?" my
    Mom asked.
    	"Play games, write stories, draw pictures, things like that," I
    said.
    	"Anything to satisfy that diaper-obsessed mind of yours," Cindy
    said to me.
    	"There's not much else that he can do if he's kept in just his
    diapers all summer long like he has been every year since this whole
    diaper thing started," Lisa said. "And like you said, Cindy, Chris is
    so obsessed with diapers anyway that I don't think he could do anything
    else that wasn't somehow related to wearing diapers."
    	I didn't know what my parents and my sisters were getting at
    here. I continued to listen to them as we ate dinner.
    	"You've spent your last three summers sitting in this house in
    your diapers, Chris," my Mom said. "You've hardly ridden your bike or
    done anything that you would have done back when you were still using
    the toilet."
    	"Okay," I said, still trying to figure out just where this was
    going. "It's not like I've gotten into any trouble, and Lisa's right, I
    can't really go anywhere wearing nothing but diapers, and if I do
    leave, it's always to go to Tony's house, and even then, I'm only in my
    diapers. And so is he."
    	I paused for a moment to think about what I was going to ask in
    order to lead my parents to reveal what they were getting at.
    	"Do you not want me to go around in just my diapers anymore?" I
    asked.
    	"No, we're not saying that, Chris," my Mom said. "Shoot, we're
    all so used to seeing you in diapers now anyway, there'd be no point in
    doing that. And we all know how much you love going around in just your
    diapers anyway."
    	"So then, what are you telling me?" I asked, getting desperate to
    find out.
    	"Chris, we'd like to see you get out of the house and get into
    some more activity," my Dad said.
    	"So then, does this mean that I can't write stories or draw
    pictures anymore?"
    	"No," my Mom said. "But we just think that you need to get out of
    the house."
    	"I don't get it," I said. My mind felt mired in confusion. At
    this moment I emitted a big laxative-induced bowel movement, adding to
    the big pile of feces that was already all over the inside of my
    diapers. All I could put together was that I was allowed to and perhaps
    still expected to wear just my diapers all summer and that my parents
    didn't mind that I liked to spend my time at home writing stories about
    boys in diapers and drawing pictures of them as well. They wanted me to
    get out and get some physical activity, however.
    	"We're sending you to a summer camp next week," my Mom said,
    finally getting to the point. This took me by surprise. I had never
    been to a summer camp before. Lisa and Cindy had gone to them and they
    always had a lot of fun. As far as I knew, nobody was wearing diapers,
    either, when they attended the camps. This was the reason I had never
    gone to any such camp over the previous summers, so this was my primary
    concern.
    	"Why didn't you just tell me this when we started dinner?" I
    asked.
    	"We just wanted to lead up to it and explain why we want you to
    go, rather than just come out and tell you that we're sending you to
    camp."
    	"Okay," I said as a million questions were now forming in my
    head.
    	"Aren't most camps already started now? And isn't it too late to
    sign up for them?" I asked.
    	"You're already signed up, for one thing," my Mom said. This was
    an even greater surprise and I knew now I was going whether I liked it
    or not. "The camp starts next Monday."
    	"How long will it be?" I asked.
    	"Two weeks," my Mom said.
    	"What about Tony?" I asked. I didn't want to be the only diaper-
    wearer there, assuming that none of the other kids would be wearing
    diapers.
    	"He's going, too," my Mom said. "In fact, it was his Mom's idea.
    She didn't want Tony waiting by the mailbox to find out if he was going
    to California or not and she knew he'd drive her and Kara crazy, so she
    felt that he needed to be away from the house while he was waiting.
    You'd probably start doing the same thing, too."
    	"Yeah, in fact, Chris even went out to the mailbox to check it--
    in his DIAPERS! Right in front of the neighbor girls!" Lisa said this
    emphatically.
    	"That's no biggie," Cindy said. "Everyone in the entire
    neighborhood has seen you in diapers, Chris."
    	I looked at Lisa as if to tell her to be quiet. I was afraid she
    would blurt out what all happened once I got sprayed by the neighbor
    girls and how this afternoon's sequence of events led to Megan changing
    my diapers for me while were in the house alone. I pointed to my neck
    in the same place where Lisa had her hickey. She took this as a warning
    to back off.
    	The table conversation continued as we finished up dinner. I had
    more questions.
    	"What will everyone say about me wearing diapers?" I asked.
    	"Well, Chris, that just happens to be what this camp is about. It
    is specifically for boys who wear diapers for whatever reason, so all
    of you who are there will be in diapers."
    	This was a big relief and it helped me to change my attitude
    about the summer camp for the better. I was surprised that such a camp
    even existed.
    	"How did you find out about it?" I asked.
    	"Tony's Mom had been doing some calling around and writing
    letters to find a camp with such accommodations. She figured it'd be a
    longshot to find such a camp, and by the time she found one she was
    afraid it would be too late to sign you boys up, but this one starts a
    week later than most other camps and it still had two vacancies, so she
    was really lucky on all counts."
    	"If the camp was that close to being full, then there must be a
    lot of boys who wear diapers around here," Cindy remarked.
    	"When did Tony's Mom tell you about this?" I asked.
    	"We actually talked about it a couple months ago. We knew that
    you boys would just be stuck at home with nothing to do again, and we
    agreed that you need to get out and have some fun, but at the same time
    still wear your diapers around, so Tony's Mom decided that a summer
    camp just for diapered boys was the perfect answer. She didn't find one
    until last week, and today I received the confirmation that you boys
    were going. I didn't want to say anything about it until I found out."
    	This explained the envelope that came from the Association of
    Summer Camps for Boys. Mom then handed it to me. It had already been
    opened. Inside of it was a brochure that explained all the various
    camps that were offered though the association. Towards the back of the
    brochure was a section on the camp that was specifically geared towards
    boys who wear diapers. Another pamphlet specifically for the diaper
    camp was enclosed. The camp was called Camp Branson.
    	I read through the literature, which explained the various
    activities that were provided at the camp. I also looked at the photos.
    I was surprised to see that it showed boys doing things like canoeing,
    bike riding, archery, and several sports, all of them wearing just
    diapers and T-shirts. Another section discussed how special care was
    taken to ensure complete privacy at the camp sites. There were also
    some papers enclosed that described the specific camp area that I would
    be going to in more detail, such as where it was located and the layout
    of the facilities. It also had a list of things that I was to take with
    me. Obviously, diapers were listed among the required items.
    Specifically, it required disposable diapers, and Mom had already
    ordered and received some Thickies disposable diapers for me to wear to
    camp. She included some swim diapers in the order, too, since of course
    I would need them.
    	"You and Tony ought to draw some extra attention wearing your
    Thickies around," Lisa said.
    	"Who knows, you'll probably help them sell more of them," Cindy
    commented.
    	"So you think you're ready for this, Chris?" my Dad asked me
    after I had read over the information.
    	"Yeah, I think I'll enjoy it," I said, having had time to think
    about it and anticipate it. I felt a lot better knowing that all the
    other boys would also be in diapers.
    	"Good, because there are no refunds on this deal, my father said.
    "As much as it's going to cost, you'll be going."
    	"He just won fifteen grand at the casino and he's concerned about
    money, sheesh!" I thought to myself. I had a feeling that they were
    paying for Tony to attend the camp as well since I had a good feeling
    his mother wouldn't be able to afford to do this otherwise.
    	After I ate some ice cream for dessert I gave Tony a call to talk
    to him about the summer camp. We ended up talking about it for over an
    hour. Tony even talked to me on the phone while Kara changed his
    diaper. Cindy wanted me to get off the phone however, since she needed
    to call Gina and that she wanted to get me diapered up for the night,
    especially as my diapers were very loaded and weighed down with pee and
    poop and overdue for a change from all the food and drinks that I
    consumed this afternoon. After I was put into clean diapers for the
    night I overheard Cindy's conversation with Gina. From what I could
    tell, Bryce was going to be going to this camp, too.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 39
    ---------------------------

    	By Monday morning, I had all of the things that I would need to
    take to the summer camp with me packed and ready to go. Again I was
    using the big bag that Lisa and Cindy had each used for their summer
    camp excursions as well as for my recent trip to Seattle. The bag
    contained the usual necessities that were needed on any camping trip,
    but mostly, the bag contained my supply of Thickies disposable diapers
    and some swim diapers. Mom had put me into one before I ate a big
    breakfast. I was also wearing my Thickies T-shirt in hopes that the
    other boys would want to get some Thickies diapers of their own, too.
    	Tony's Mom then dropped him off with all of his stuff. He, too,
    had a big bag. Tony and I had agreed the night before to both wear our
    Thickies shirts, so he had his on, too. He was also wearing shorts and
    I could plainly see that his Thickies diapers were bulging out. Before
    I left I put on my shorts, which did nothing to conceal the fact that I
    was diapered.
    	Cindy went with Tony and me to see us off and to meet with Gina
    and Bryce at the school where we were to board the bus. Lisa had to get
    ready to go to driver's ed. that morning, however. We went to the
    junior high school that Tony and I would be attending the following
    school year. When we got there I was surprised to see that there was
    not only one, but four buses! I wondered if all of the buses were for
    the diaper camp or if other camps were boarding as well.
    	I got out of the car and took my big bag out of the trunk as did
    Tony. We walked over to the large group of kids who were waiting to
    board the buses. I looked around and saw that all of the boys were
    wearing shorts. This made it easier to see evidence of diapers as most
    of the boys seemed to be fairly well-padded in the rear. Some diapers
    showed more than others, but so far, Tony and I were the most
    prominently diapered. As I looked around I only recognized one of the
    boys from the Thickies tryouts. He looked to be nine years old. He had
    brown hair, about the same length as mine. His butt-bulge clearly
    indicated that he had to have been wearing a Thickies. When he turned
    around we noticed that he also chose to wear his Thickies shirt. There
    was an older boy with him, too, presumably his brother, and he, too,
    was clearly diapered. He also had brown hair, though not quite as long.
    He seemed tall for his age, but otherwise he looked to be almost mine
    and Tony's age, but we didn't recognize him from school, though. Why he
    wasn't also at the Thickies audition alongside his presumed brother was
    also somewhat of a mystery.
    	Tony and I walked over to the Thickies-clad boys to find out if
    they had heard anything from the CKM company.
    	"Nope," the younger boy said. "That's why my parents are sending
    me to this camp. They didn't want me bugging them at home about it all
    the time."
    	"Same here," both Tony and I said in unison. It seemed that the
    other boy wasn't going and was just along for the ride or to see his
    little brother off.
    	"Have you ever been to summer camp before?" the boy asked us.
    	"This is our first time," Tony said.
    	"Mine, too," the boy said.
    	"What's your name?" I asked him.
    	"Nathan," he said. "What's yours?"
    	"I'm Chris," I said. Tony also introduced himself.
    	I didn't know why we had to wait as long as we did, but this gave
    Tony and me time to talk to Nathan about wearing diapers. Nathan told
    us that he had a serious bladder infection when he was little and this
    has kept him in diapers all his life. He also mentioned that he lost
    control of his bowels since his parents never bothered to undiaper him
    before needing to poop. I remembered him telling his story during the
    auditions, and he remembered mine and Tony's stories. He was surprised
    that we had no medical reasons to wear diapers originally, but as a
    result of wearing diapers constantly we were now completely
    incontinent.
    	"Do you like to wear diapers?" he asked us.
    	"Like 'em? We love 'em!" Tony said.
    	"Is it okay to like wearing diapers?" Nathan asked.
    	"Of course it is," I assured him with a smile. "Do you get
    certain feelings from wearing diapers?" Being that he was nine-ish and
    that I didn't know him I was subtle with my wording regarding "certain
    feelings."
    	"Yeah, I like how they look and feel," Nathan said. By this time
    the other boy had disappeared. He was seen walking along the buses,
    apparently to get a good look at all the padded-up butts. Both Tony and
    I noticed him staring at all the boys intently, furtively brushing his
    hand over the front of his shorts every so often. The older brother's
    momentary absence gave Nathan a chance to talk about him.
    	"I caught my older brother Luke wearing them, and he said that he
    wishes he could wear some, too," Nathan said as he pointed to his
    brother, who was on his way back over to us.
    	"So my Mom's letting him wear diapers now," Nathan continued.
    	"That's good," I said. "I'm sure he'll adjust to them very
    quickly."
    	Another few minutes had passed as Tony and I exchanged diaper
    talk with Nathan some more. Nathan and his older brother Luke then got
    called back over to their Mom. At this point Tony and I decided to
    locate Bryce. He was with Gina, who was with Cindy and my Mom. I could
    tell that Bryce was plentifully padded as well.
    	"Guess what?" Bryce said.
    	"What's that?" I asked him.
    	"Mom got me some Thickies!" he said, sounding excited about it.
    He then pulled his shorts down to reveal the thick white diaper. He
    turned around to let me see his butt. "I love wearing 'em."
    	"I like that he wears them, too, that way I don't have to change
    him as often," Gina said. "And he looks even cuter in them anyway."
    	It was about 7:30 in the morning before someone finally called
    everyone's attention and organized the groups. We were divided into
    three groups which were divided by age. There was a group for boys ages
    five to eight, one for those who were nine to twelve, and then a group
    for those who were thirteen to sixteen. Each group would have its own
    bus to board and each bus would likely be filled to capacity, given the
    number of boys who were there. The fourth bus was for carrying
    everybody's stuff as well as the camp counselors and other staff, which
    was where we were first directed to go. Before we dropped off our bags
    on the bus, the man told us all to have a couple diapers handy in case
    we needed to change before we arrived at the camp.
    	"It's a good three-hour ride," we were told. "As long as the road
    ain't washed out again," he added as a joke, I supposed, I hoped.
    	Tony and I climbed onto the bus and dropped our bags in one of
    the vacant seats at the back of the bus. We then went out the emergency
    exit at the back, returning to the large group of boys. As I walked up
    to them I imagined every one of them being without shorts on and in
    just their diapers. It gave me a momentary hard-on to imagine this.
    	I gave my Mom a goodbye hug, deciding not to kiss her in the
    presence of the others. When I told Cindy goodbye she asked for a hug,
    too. Rather than piss her off and leave her with this negative
    impression of me in case-- God forbid-- something happened to me while
    I was gone, I gave her a quick squeeze and then I caught up with Tony.
    	"See you in two weeks!" my Mom hollered at me as she and Cindy
    left. Tony and I stood before the bus that we were about to board. A
    role call was barked out to us and we all acknowledged ourselves as
    being present. Upon boarding the bus we handed the driver a slip of
    paper that validated entry into the camp. Each boy who boarded was
    holding a couple diapers in his hand as he climbed aboard, heeding the
    advice of the camp director who told us about the expected length of
    the bus ride. We were seated three to a seat with Bryce joining Tony
    and me. Nathan was in our age group, so he was on our bus, too. He took
    the seat across from us and was seated with two other boys. The sign at
    the front of the bus indicated that it could carry 66 passengers and it
    looked like it was going to be a full load. It was good to see that
    there were enough diaper wearers in our age group who wore diapers to
    fill up the bus.
    	"This sure isn't Greyhound," I remarked, noting that the bus used
    to be a school bus and it looked to be old and in questionable
    condition.
    	"We're taking this thing into the mountains?" Tony asked,
    sounding apprehensive.
    	"We don't have much of a choice," I said.
    	Before the bus took off, the driver spoke to us.
    	"I assume all of you boys on this bus wear diapers," he opened. A
    round of "yeah"'s followed. The driver continued.
    	"If anyone here doesn't wear diapers, then get a diaper from the
    kid next to you, because it's a long ride and we don't make any
    bathroom stops, for obvious reasons."
    	This generated a round of laughter. The driver continued to
    speak, trying to warm us up with a little humor first.
    	"Now, if you do need a diaper change, we've left two seats in the
    back of the bus open for this very reason. I know it ain't very
    private, but the privacy curtains we ordered didn't arrive, sorry.
    Well, actually, we never did order any, and besides, we're all boys
    here anyway. And never mind what anybody says about their you-know-what
    not stinking, because it does, no matter who you are, so you might as
    well let it smell since we're all used to it. There's a garbage bag
    back there for your diapers, so don't go tossing them out the window.
    The adopt-a-highway cleanup people won't like dealing with that sort of
    thing. We've also provided some wipes. Oh, and no mooning people out
    the back window, either. If you do, at least have a diaper on."
    	Of course that last remark made us all laugh. The driver
    continued to speak so more.
    	"After a couple hours or so, I imagine it's gonna get to smelling
    mighty ripe in here with sixty of you boys all wearing diapers, so by
    all means, keep the windows down. I repeat, keep the windows down!"
    	The driver talked a little more about the bus ride itself and
    where we would be going. He gave us the usual safety lecture bullshit
    that we were already familiar with from riding buses to school every
    day. He then got into his seat and started up the bus. We then pulled
    out of the school parking lot and headed out of town towards the
    mountains.
    	The bus ride was about like what I had expected it to be. The bus
    was noisy and squeaks and creaks were heard the whole time, but at
    least we were making good progress as a caravan of three busloads of
    diapered boys along with a fourth bus full of the boys' diapers and
    their other belongings headed out of town and up into the mountains.
    	To pass the time, Tony, Bryce and I all discussed diapers as
    always, as well as other topics of interest, mainly just to demonstrate
    that our lives consisted of more than just wearing diapers, though just
    about everything I did had some relationship to the fact that I wear
    diapers. I told Nathan about all the stories that I had written and the
    pictures that I had drawn. I brought some of these along to show anyone
    who might be interested. Lisa even let me have my shorts to wear last
    Friday so that Tony and I could make copies of our stories and drawings
    at the library last Friday to share them with others in the camp who
    might want to read them.
    	I could tell that after about an hour of riding there were some
    dirty diapers on the bus. Even with the windows down there were smells
    of pee and poop. At about that time one of the boys went back to the
    designated diaper changing area at the back of the bus. He was on his
    own as nobody accompanied him. I wished I could have turned around to
    watch him change his own diaper. I was getting hard as I imagined him
    lying on the seat and removing his own diaper and cleaning himself up.
    I also thought about how he was doing this with the bus jostling
    everyone around as the ride was rather bumpy. I did managed to catch a
    quick glance at him, but all I could see was his head as he was looking
    down at himself and taping up his diaper. I heard him dispose of the
    diaper as I listened to the bag being rustled around. I could faintly
    hear the wet diaper hitting the bottom of the bag even with all the
    other noise that the bus and all the boys who were riding it were
    making. The boy then returned to his seat a few minutes later.
    	Other boys soon elected to perform on-board diaper changes. Some
    were accompanied by friends or brothers, or perhaps cousins, while
    others did their diaper changes by themselves. Some of them didn't
    bother to put their shorts back on once they returned to their seats. I
    watched one of them walk past me in the aisle and I could see a tent in
    the front of his diaper.
    	I had only been wet for almost the entire bus ride, but I managed
    to keep my butt clean until almost halfway, and then I unloaded my
    bowels and filled up the seat of my diaper. Tony followed shortly
    afterwards. Bryce was still only wet.
    	Tony and I excused ourselves from our seat as we headed to the
    back of the bus to change each other's diapers. I changed Tony's diaper
    first. He was a big mess with about as much poop as what I felt like I
    had in my diaper. I wiped him up and kept his dick stiff in the
    process. When I disposed of his diaper the bag was already weighed down
    with about a dozen diapers. I looked inside it and saw that most of
    them had poop filled up in them.
    	After I taped Tony back into his clean diaper I handed him his
    shorts. He elected to leave them off as he got up from the bus seat and
    traded positions with me. I felt awkward as I felt my body bouncing
    around on the bus seat. Tony pulled the strong tapes of my Thickies
    diaper off of me and exposed my big pile of shit. He cleaned me up
    thoroughly in spite of the awkward, uncomfortable and confining
    environment that we were in. My erection maintained its full stiffness.
    I sat up and saw another boy changing himself on the seat across from
    me. I noticed that his member was sticking straight up, especially as
    he was getting a good close-up view of Tony's Thickies-diapered butt.
    	The boy then spoke to Tony as he lay there naked.
    	"Man, that's the biggest, thickest diaper I've ever seen!" he
    said with amazement. "What is it?"
    	Tony turned around and glanced down at the boy's hard-on,
    satisfied that he was arousing the boy.
    	"They're called Thickies," Tony said.
    	"Thickies?" the boy asked. "Are they really called that?"
    	"Oh yeah," Tony said. "The name says it all."
    	This drew the attention of some of the other boys at the back of
    the bus, many of whom were no doubt enjoying the sight of Tony's
    diapered rear end as he bent over to put a clean Thickies diaper on me.
    	"Where do you get them?" another boy asked.
    	"Kidz Klothez, it's at the mall," Tony said.
    	"Man, I wish I had known about those before I left," another boy
    said. "I'd love to have some."
    	Tony finished changing me. As he taped up my diaper I had debated
    whether or not to put my shorts back on. If I didn't do it, I'd wish
    that I had, and besides, Tony was already doing it along with several
    of the other boys on the bus. With this, I decided to leave my shorts
    off and wear just my diaper for the rest of the way to the camp. Pretty
    soon half the boys had lost their inhibitions and thus, their shorts. I
    had a feeling by the time we arrived at camp we'd all be in just our
    diapers.
    	A few minutes later the driver made an announcement.
    	"Boys, we're more than three-fourths the way there," he said.
    	"Already?" I said, looking at Tony, who was also under the
    impression that the drive was supposed to be longer. I figured it
    couldn't have been that long. A glance at my watched indicated that we
    had only been on the road for a little more than an hour and a half,
    only halfway.
    	"We're three-fourths the way there if you're counting miles, that
    is," the driver added. "If you're counting time then we're only about
    halfway."
    	"Oh," I said. At this moment, the driver turned off the main
    highway and onto a side mountain road. It started out nicely. It was
    even paved for the first few miles, but then it turned to gravel.
    	"If any of you need a diaper change, I'd recommend doing it now,"
    the driver said. "The road doesn't get any better from here on."
    	A few more boys opted to change their diapers before the bumpy
    ride became any rougher. I took a look to the back of the bus and saw
    that that plastic bag was becoming quite full of wet and soiled
    diapers. All of these boys returned to their seats holding their shorts
    in their hands and not wearing them. One boy also did, in fact, moon
    the people in the car behind us, but at least he had a diaper on.
    	"I don't think the driver really meant for you to do that," an
    older boy accompanying the diapered butt-flasher said. He looked like
    he was an older brother.
    	"He just said to have a diaper on if we moon anybody," the
    younger boy said.
    	"You take everything literally," his older brother said. "That's
    why I stopped telling you to kiss my ass."
    	Tony and I chuckled as we overheard this conversation. By this
    time the road had become narrower and rougher. I looked out the window
    and saw the other buses ahead of us going around a sharp curve. The
    dropoff along the road was steep and everyone hoped that the bus would
    not overturn.
    	As the bus approached a steep climb, I could hear the motor
    working hard to make the grade. We were barely moving now. I could
    smell burning oil.
    	"Oh shit," I worriedly said to Tony.
    	"I think the bus is about to break down," Tony said.
    	"Oh no, we're gonna be stranded here!" Bryce said in a panic.
    	"No, we're not," Tony said to him, patting him on the shoulder to
    hopefully put him at ease. "Don't get your diapers in a knot. Besides,
    you haven't even changed yet and you have an extra diaper still, so
    you're in better shape than we are if we do get stuck for awhile."
    	"Not for long," Bryce said. "I'm about to shit big time."
    	"And you're still wearing your shorts," I said. "Take 'em off,
    enjoy your diapers like the rest of us."
    	The bus' engine began to grind more loudly. I could see smoke
    coming out from the hood as I looked towards the front of the bus. When
    the driver reached a point where he could pull the bus over, he did.
    The bus behind us passed us. Our driver then shut off the engine.
    	"Houston, we have a problem," the driver said into his radio,
    trying somewhat to make light of the situation. He then spoke to the
    driver of another bus ahead of us, and then spoke to us.
    	"Well, kids, I'm sure I don't have to tell you what the situation
    is, but whatever you do, don't worry. In case I can't get it going
    again, one of the other buses is going to drop its kids off at the camp
    and then it will come back and pick us up."
    	"What if it breaks down, too?" one of the boys asked. The driver
    then held up his radio and said, "that's why we carry these."
    	"I need to change and I don't have any more diapers with me," I
    heard one kid say.
    	"I got diarrhea," said another kid. "I need my diapers now."
    	"It's only going to be a couple hours and we'll be on our way,"
    the driver said, trying to assure us.
    	"A couple hours?!" one kid exclaimed.
    	"We're still about an hour from the camp, so sit tight,
    everything's going to be okay," the driver said.
    	The inside of the bus started getting warmer as the day was
    progressing. It was starting to stink from the bag full of diapers in
    the back as well as the other poopy butts that had yet to be taken care
    of. As the bus was not moving there was no air to circulate through the
    bus to reduce the odors. Bryce was the most recent contributor to the
    foul odors. I heard him load his diapers.
    	"You might as well go change," I said to him.
    	"Can one of you come help me?" Bryce asked. Tony elected to
    change him. While Tony and Bryce were at the back of the bus, Nathan
    told me that he had been dirty and never changed himself. He was
    embarrassed to explain that he always had his brother or his Mom change
    him.
    	"I hardly ever change my own diapers," I said. "My sisters change
    my diapers instead."
    	"You let your SISTERS change your diapers?" Nathan said. "I'd
    never let a girl see me naked and clean me up like that!"
    	"When you grow up with sisters, especially if they're older like
    mine are, you don't always have a choice," I said. "They'll see you in
    your diapers every day, so it really doesn't matter if they change you
    at that point. Besides, I like the attention my sisters give me for it
    as well as reminding me of the fact that I wear diapers because I'm a
    boy."
    	"I agree, I think diapers are a boys' thing," Nathan said.
    	"You like to read stories?" I asked Nathan.
    	"Yeah, sometimes," he said. "Why?"
    	"I think you'd like my stories," I told him.
    	"What are they about?" Nathan asked.
    	"Boys who wear diapers. Usually their sisters change them and
    talk about them being in diapers a lot, too," I added. "Maybe I can let
    you read them."
    	"That'd be great," Nathan said. "I'd really like to read them." I
    could see his yet-to-be-developed penis forming a small tent on the
    front of his diaper. As he had elected to remove his shorts, too, I
    could tell that he was excited from the thought of reading my stories.
    He told me that he wrote a couple short stories himself, but always
    threw them away and he felt guilty for writing them.
    	"Don't throw them out," I told him. "If the stories make you feel
    good about wearing diapers, you should hold onto them. I'm glad I did."
    	At this point Nathan decided to get up and have me change him.
    Tony was just finishing up with Bryce as Nathan and I had gone to the
    back of the bus. We took the seat across from Tony and Bryce. Nathan
    lay down on the seat and spread his legs as I undid his diaper. I
    looked at his small, but very erect penis, which reminded me of the
    fact that I looked just like him not too long ago. His balls were
    covered in a sea of wet shit. I wiped him up and made sure he was clean
    and dry for his diaper. I taped it up onto him as tightly as I could.
    Being that I had not been on the giving end of a diaper change very
    much, I asked Nathan how I did.
    	"You did great," he said. "It even feels better than the ones my
    brother puts on me," he said.
    	Nathan and I then returned to our seats. We asked Nathan about
    his older brother Luke and he told us his story about the time he was
    caught wearing his diapers.
    	"I saw him wearing it and doing something that he said I'm not
    old enough to do yet," Nathan said.
    	"You mean jacking off?" Tony said.
    	"He calls it a lot of things," Nathan said. "He said I have to
    wait until I get older to do it."
    	"You do," Tony said. "But you're gonna love it, I guarantee."
    	"You know, it feels good when I wear diapers," Nathan said.
    	"I'm sure most of us will agree with that," I said to him. We had
    deviated from his story about the time his bother had been caught, so
    he resumed.
    	"Anyway, he kept doing this until Mom noticed that I was using up
    too many diapers, so she asked Luke if he knew anything about this. He
    told my Mom the truth, that he was wearing my diapers. She then asked
    him if he'd like to start wearing them. It wasn't because he was in
    trouble or nothing like that, she just asked him if he wanted to wear
    diapers, too, so he told her yes. Ever since then both me and him have
    been in diapers."
    	"How long ago was this?" I asked.
    	"About a year," Nathan answered.
    	The boys were getting restless now. The driver had tried to start
    the bus a couple times, but all it did was turn the engine. He told us
    that if we wanted to, we could go outside and walk around. Just about
    everyone on the bus vacated it. A few boys felt that they should put
    their shorts back on, but most of us just stayed in our diapers.
    	Tony, Bryce, Nathan and I walked over to the other side of the
    road and leaned over a rock to look at the river far below. We heard a
    car go past us. I enjoyed thinking of what the driver thought when he
    saw four boys in diapers bending over a rock, to say nothing of the
    other 56 boys who were all running around the vicinity of the stalled
    bus in their diapers.
    	After tossing a few rocks down to the water we returned to the
    rest of the kids. I looked around and saw that several of the boys were
    showing some extra weight in the backs of their diapers. Plenty of them
    had wet, swollen fronts on their diapers as well. Some of the boys had
    no more clean diapers to wear. I felt sorry for the boy who was
    complaining of diarrhea. One boy was nice enough to let him use one of
    his extra diapers, though, and the boy changed himself.
    	Only in school during a boring lesson did two hours seem to pass
    any slower than this. We were corralled back into the bus after we had
    a chance to play around outside and let half a dozen or so drivers who
    passed by in that time see sixty diapered boys at the same time. I know
    I enjoyed the sight of it and hoped that at camp we'd get to go around
    in our diapers, especially if there were 180 of us as I would expect
    the nose count to be-- or as I preferred to call it, butt count-- from
    the three buses that were filled up.
    	It had been over two hours and the other bus still hadn't shown
    up yet. The bus was starting to stink worse from diaper odors. I had a
    feeling that there was not a single dry diaper to be found at this
    point. Some of the boys had changed a second time while others were
    holding off and rationing their supplies, which was for most of us, one
    diaper. Some of the boys only brought one diaper and were out of luck
    until they got to the camp and had access to their supplies.
    	Tony was thoughtful enough to have brought on board with him a
    deck of cards. We played a few quick games of poker to pass the time.
    We showed Nathan how to play it, too.
    	"Hey, anyone wanna play strip poker?" Tony quipped after we had
    played a few hands. I looked down at my wet and dirty diaper and said,
    "I don't think that would be a very good idea right now." We all
    laughed. We had been talking about whether or not any of the counselors
    and camp directors were wearing diapers, too. We knew that the man
    driving the bus wasn't wearing diapers when we saw him get up from his
    seat and go outside and then behind a fallen tree just off of the road.
    We could see him standing there obviously taking a piss.
    	A few minutes later the other bus had returned. It had to stop
    several hundred feet up the road where the driver could turn it around.
    This forced us all to walk to it in just our diapers as by this time
    all of the boys had decided to ditch their shorts.
    	The other bus wasn't much nicer looking, but it was nice to hear
    a quiet engine running again. We made it the rest of the way to the
    camping facilities in about an hour's time. During that time it got to
    smelling bad as everyone on the bus needed a diaper change again. We
    were all also very hungry and thirsty. It was after 2:00 in the
    afternoon before the bus finally rolled to a stop upon passing through
    the entrance at Camp Branson.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 40
    ---------------------------

    	Tony and I followed the other boys off of the bus. It felt good
    to breathe the scent of pine trees after being stuck inside a busload
    of sixty diapered boys who all stank badly of piss and shit. We looked
    around at the beautiful scenery consisting of dense evergreen trees and
    tall mountains that surrounded us. The camp was situated on the shore
    of a large lake.
    	We weren't sure at first if we were supposed to put our shorts
    back on or not, but when we looked at the other boys who had already
    been at the camp for a couple hours and saw that they had all done away
    with their shorts, we knew that there was no point putting ours on,
    either.
    	Our bus driver, who was also our counselor, introduced himself as
    Mike Dublin. He was a stocky, tall man, but he looked like he was
    pretty nice and would be easy to get along with, at least we had hoped,
    anyway. He led us over to the main building of the camp facility. We
    were then led into the mess hall where we were all seated. We were
    first given a cup of ice water each, much to our relief as we were all
    very hot and thirsty. Tony and I drank ours right away as did most of
    the other boys.
    	Mike started things off by giving us an overview of the camp and
    the activities in which we would be participating over the next two
    weeks. He also went over the rules of conduct and the penalties for
    violating the rules. The lecture was accompanied by a booklet, which
    rehashed the same things that we had just been told. He said, "just
    because you're away from your parents and your teachers doesn't mean we
    don't have rules here, too."
    	After Mike finished lecturing us with the do's and don'ts of the
    camp, he issued us our official Camp Branson T-shirts. All of us
    changed out of our regular shirts and put the camp shirts on in place
    of them. The shirts were light blue and were emblazoned with the camp's
    logo. They were notably short as well, apparently to allow our diapers
    to show more. While we were putting our shirts on I took a look at all
    the boys to see what condition their diapers were in. Nearly everyone's
    diapers were bloated in the front from pee, and several of them had
    also pooped in their diapers, as evidenced by a telltale bulge in the
    rear. I was also quick to notice that the presence of fifty-nine boys
    in just diapers (there was one holdout in our group as it turned out
    and he remained in his shorts) was making for a lot of tent-fronted
    diapers among the older boys in our group, and while the pre-pubescent
    boys were unable to make even pup tents in the fronts of their diapers,
    I had a good feeling they were highly aroused as well. Tony, Bryce,
    Nathan and I all drew extra attention from our extraordinarily big and
    thick Thickies diapers as we were clearly the most amply diapered.
    	We were then given a tour of the main building, which, in
    addition to the mess hall and the kitchen, also housed the first aid
    station, a recreation room, and was also a place to store equipment and
    supplies. Specifically, we were told that we could obtain bed sheets if
    we needed to change ours and that extra diapers would be supplied if
    any of us ran out. To discourage this, however, we were told that our
    parents would be billed for any extra diapers that we needed to use.
    With this we were advised to use our own diaper supplies wisely.
    	"Oh, and there are restrooms in here, too," Mike said. "But
    they're only for the counselors and visitors," he added. "This camp was
    purposely designed for diaper wearers like you boys, so don't be
    expecting any toilets to be in your cabins or anywhere around them."
    	We had been at the camp for almost a half hour and we still
    weren't given a chance to change our diapers yet. I peed and pooped my
    diaper some more as did Tony. Most of the other boys were likely
    getting their diapers wetter and poopier, too while we waited for a
    chance to get changed. Some of the boys were starting to have leaking
    problems since they hadn't changed themselves at all since leaving town
    this morning.
    	"I know all of you are probably in need of diaper changes," Mike
    said, and I'm thinking, "duh, really?"
    	"Believe me, I can tell you do." With this he plugged his nose
    and fanned his face.
    	"We've placed your bags outside of your cabins. We'll go over
    there to let you guys claim them, then we'll have you divide up into
    your individual cabins so you can change. After that we'll all eat."
    	"Yeah!" we all cheered as we were hungry and still very thirsty
    even after we were each given a cup of ice water to hold us over. Mike
    led us out of the main building and across the campground. We went past
    several of the other boys who were doing everything from playing sports
    to swimming. Some were shooting arrows at targets. All of them were in
    diapers and light blue T-shirts. Only the counselors were wearing
    shorts.
    	We were shown the cabins that were designated for our group.
    There were six cabins, each of which would house ten boys. Right away I
    thought of how difficult it would be for me to jack off at night
    without having any privacy. I had a feeling the other boys were
    thinking the same thing, too.
    	We then got ourselves organized into our groups. Tony, Bryce,
    Nathan and I were all going to be in one cabin along with six other
    boys. I looked forward to getting to know all of them and their reasons
    for wearing diapers and for being sent to the camp.
    	Finally, all ten of us filed into the cabin and we selected our
    beds. It was no surprise that the beds were all fitted with plastic
    sheets. Otherwise they were just normal beds. I knew it would take some
    getting used to sleeping in a bed since I slept in a crib at home and
    that my sleepovers were the only times I slept in a regular bed.
    	We were given a few minutes to change our diapers. Tony changed
    me first while Bryce offered to change Nathan. We then reciprocated,
    although Tony ended up helping Nathan with changing Bryce's diaper. I
    looked around and saw that four of the other boys each changed
    themselves. The other two boys, who we later learned were cousins,
    changed each other, too, so we didn't feel so awkward being changed by
    someone else. Even with all of the cabin's windows open, the place
    began to stink strongly from the odors of ten heavily drenched soiled
    diapers.
    	Outside of each cabin was a large garbage can. We were told that
    these were to be used for disposing our diapers. As Tony and I were
    among the last to be changed, by the time we tossed our diapers into
    the garbage, there were eight wet and poopy diapers already piled up in
    there. It was quite a site just knowing that the diapers didn't all
    come from one boy. I enjoyed this site as back home I liked looking at
    the diaper pail in the washroom and seeing that the huge pile of wet
    and soiled diapers soaking in the pail all came from me, making me
    realize how much of an impact my diaper-wearing had on the laundry.
    	We all went back to the mess hall where we would finally eat and
    drink. All sixty of the boys in our group-- except for the one holdout-
    - were in just our diapers, and from looking around the camp, it
    appeared that this was how everybody was going to be dressed for the
    next two weeks. It was a situation that was completely opposite of what
    I was used to back home. Whenever I went outside in front of the other
    kids in the neighborhood, I stood out by being in diapers while
    everyone else had their pants, shorts or swimwear on. Here at the camp,
    to have done that would have made someone just as conspicuous as it did
    for the one boy who elected to leave his shorts on. This is not to say
    that I wasn't paying attention to all the boys' butts clad in thick,
    white padding.
    	Once we were in the mess hall we were served hot dogs,
    hamburgers, potato chips and baked beans. There was plenty of soda,
    punch and water to drink, too. It wasn't exactly home cooking and it
    was a far cry from any restaurant I had eaten in, but I was so hungry,
    thirsty and exhausted, I didn't care, and apparently neither did anyone
    else. They fed us generously.
    	Throughout the day we just hung around the camp and we were
    pretty much free to do as we pleased as long as we stayed within the
    camp's marked boundaries. Tony, Bryce, Nathan and I joined in a game of
    soccer. Our diapers managed to hold up against all the running around
    that we did. One boy, however, fell forward and slid on the ground,
    causing the tapes of his diaper to release. As he got up and tried to
    put it back on, I could see that he had pooped in it. He retreated to
    his cabin holding his diaper around his waist. Another kid tore his
    diaper when he blocked a goal, and in the process, caught the back of
    his diaper on the edge of the goal post. He, too, had pooped his diaper
    and was likely due for a change anyway.
    	A few hours later we were all gathered up for dinner. This time
    all 180 of the boys filed into the mess hall. It was obvious that to
    most of us, seeing so many other boys in diapers at the same time was a
    novel sight. I didn't think I could ever tire of such a viewing
    pleasure. I couldn't wait until the camp mailed its yearbook out to
    everyone, which would contain many photos similar to what I was seeing.
    	The meal served was hamburgers and hot dogs again. I hoped that
    the menu would at least be varied somewhat as I couldn't look forward
    to two weeks of this every day and night.
    	As evening settled in, all of our groups gathered around large
    camp fires. We sang songs, told ghost stories (with a diaper-themed
    slant added, of course), told jokes, the usual fare that was to be
    expected. After it got dark we were sent back to our cabins for the
    evening.
    	All of us were due for diaper changes again. When I opened my
    bag, I was very surprised to find that two of my cloth Thickies diapers
    were in there! There was also a pair of plastic pants, and of course,
    some pins. I thought that my bag felt seemed rather full and heavier
    than when I had packed it the night before, even with a three-week
    supply of Thickies disposable diapers stuffed into it.
    	"I don't remember packing these," I said.
    	"What?" Tony said. He came over to me and looked into my bag to
    see what I was talking about.
    	"You brought your cloth diapers!" Tony said. "And your plastic
    pants, too?" The other boys stopped and looked over at us.
    	"It looks like I did, I guess," I said.
    	"You know that we're supposed to wear just disposables, don't
    you?" Tony asked me.
    	"Yeah. And I brought plenty of disposable diapers, but I just
    don't remember putting the cloth ones in here, or the plastic pants.
    Maybe I just did it without thinking about it, since I always wear
    them."
    	"Are you gonna wear them?" Tony asked me.
    	"Well, since I have them, I might as well," I said. However my
    cloth diapers got there, I was glad to see that they were there. I felt
    naked in the comparatively thinner disposables and would be glad to be
    diapered more like what I was used to having on at home.
    	"How are you gonna wash them?" Tony asked.
    	"I'll just wear them over my disposables, so I won't do anything
    in them," I said. I decided that I would put one of the cloth diapers
    on after Tony changed me and I had him changed, too.
    	By the time Tony and changed each other, all of the other boys
    had changed as well. I couldn't wait to have those big, thick fluffy
    Thickies cloth diapers all over my butt! I reached into my bag and
    pulled them out. Immediately the other boys were drawn to them and were
    amazed by their magnitude.
    	"Holy shit!" one of the boys said. When he said this, another boy
    in the corner looked up at him in a disapproving sort of way. He was
    reading a thick book, but I couldn't tell what the book was.
    	"Damn, where did you get a diaper like that?" another boy asked.
    The boy in the corner glared again momentarily.
    	"Well, guys, since you asked, I will take this opportunity to
    tell all of you about the diapers that my friend Tony and I wear."
    	"Me, too; remember that I wear them," Nathan said.
    	"Oh yeah, and Nathan, too," I added.
    	"And so do I!" Bryce chimed in, proudly showing off the Thickies
    diaper that he was just changed into.
    	"You have probably noticed that the three of us are wearing some
    very thick diapers. Well, appropriately enough, they're called
    Thickies. They make disposables and cloth diapers, which is what this
    one is, of course."
    	"Where do you get them?" one boy asked.
    	"There's a place at the mall called Kidz Klothez."
    	"Yeah, my Mom gets my diapers there," one of the boys said. "What
    are they called?"
    	"Just ask for Thickies," I said. I picked up one of the diapers
    and then unfolded it. A folded-up piece of paper fell out of it and
    dropped to the floor.
    	"There's a note or something," Tony pointed out.
    	I bent over and picked the note up off the bare wooden floor of
    the cabin. In doing so, I gave the other boys a quick show of my well-
    padded derriere. I then unfolded the note and read it. I could tell
    from the handwriting that Lisa wrote it. All the lowercase I's had
    smiley faces on them as did all the O's. It said:

    Dear Diaper-Butt Brother of Mine Chris,

    Hi there! How's camp? I hope you're having fun. I knew that you would
    miss wearing your Thickies cloth diapers at camp since I know you just
    LOVE wearing them. Because I can be a nice sister, too, I decided to
    pack two of your cloth diapers after you had packed your bag. I betcha
    you didn't think you'd get to wear them, huh? I wrote this note the
    night before you left, and then I sneaked into your room the next
    morning while you were eating breakfast, in case you are wondering how
    and when I put your diapers in the bag. I figured you'd also look cute
    in them in front of all the other boys. They might also want to buy
    some for Thickies diapers for themselves after they see how big and
    thick they are when they see them all thickly wrapped around your butt!

    I look forward to seeing you in two weeks when we all come and visit
    you! See you then! Bye!

    Love and kisses XXX OOO

    Your big sister, Lisa (big in more ways then one)

    	"I don't believe it!" I said. "Lisa put these diapers in my bag
    for me!"
    	"Why did she do that?" Tony asked.
    	"Here," I said as I handed Tony the note that Lisa wrote. "Read
    this and you'll know why."
    	"Lisa really isn't such a bad sister after all," Tony said.
    	"She's getting older, and more mature, I suppose," I said. "We
    still have our moments. And of course, she'll never stop calling me
    'Diaper Butt' either."
    	"Kara calls me that, too; I think it's cute, and I like the
    attention my diapered butt draws to her."
    	"Yeah, I like it, too, I'll admit," I said. "And I am glad Lisa
    was thoughtful enough to put the cloth diapers in my bag, since, as she
    said, I love wearing them."
    	"Gina calls me that all the time," Bryce said. "I guess it's
    okay, but sometimes it gets old."
    	Before long, the other boys' curiosity about the Thickies diapers
    led to Tony and me more or less giving a sales pitch for the diapers.
    We had a good feeling that the Kidz Klothez store would likely gain at
    least a couple of customers as a result of my presenting the stowaway
    diapers to as many as six other prospective buyers.
    	Before I had a chance to put the Thickies cloth diaper on, the
    other boys wanted to look at it and feel it, and some of them even went
    so far as to put it on over their own diapers. I told them that they
    could try the diaper on and wear it and get a feel for it, but they
    would have to take it back off and pass it around. Some of them needed
    help with the pins as they weren't used to cloth diapers. Of course all
    of them would have liked to wear it all night, and likely do other
    things in it as well, but they knew that it was my diaper and were kind
    enough to return it. It was well-stained of pee and poop, for one
    thing.
    	After I had the diaper back I slipped it on over my disposable.
    It was a different feeling to have a disposable diaper next to my skin
    along with the more familiar, more comfortable and most of all, much
    thicker cloth diaper over it. I figured that since I had two of the
    diapers with me and that I was only wearing them for the feel-- and
    also to show them off to the other boys-- I decided to wear the second
    Thickies cloth diaper over the first one. I then got out the plastic
    pants and put them on, even though I didn't need them as the disposable
    diaper would retain all the wetness. Needless to say, the sight of my
    rear end bulging out with a solid mass of diapers got the attention of
    the other boys. One of the boys even brought an instant camera and took
    pictures of me in the big diapers.
    	We had a few minutes more time before the lights were out for the
    night. Mike, our counselor, made his rounds and checked on us to make
    sure we were all in bed and on our best behavior, not that the
    standards were as high for good behavior here. He told us to shut the
    lights off and get to sleep, but as he probably expected, we didn't do
    this.
    	We all introduced ourselves to the other boys and explained what
    we wore diapers for. An announcement was then made over the PA speakers
    outside, telling us that the lights would be out in five minutes. We
    took this to mean that we were to have the lights turned off in five
    minutes. Much to our surprise, the lights went out by themselves. All
    of the other cabins had their lights go dark on them as well. A round
    of "aww's" could then be heard from all the other cabins.
    	"The lights are on a timer," said one of the boys who had
    obviously attended the camp before.
    	"Did anyone bring a flashlight?" one kid asked. Apparently nobody
    thought ahead to do this, so we were stuck in the dark until sunrise.
    	As I lay there in the cabin I thought about all that had happened
    that day. Most of all, I was hornier than hell from seeing all the
    other boys in their diapers at every turn. I had to jack off. I had to
    be subtle about it as if I moved too much the bed would squeak. It
    seemed that the other boys were in a similar dilemma. I could tell that
    some of them-- most likely the other 12-year-olds, including Tony, were
    being discreet about it in spite of the fact that their beds were
    squeaking at regular, rapid intervals that were familiarly consistent
    with the rate at which I usually stroked myself through my diapers. I
    wasn't able to produce as satisfactory of an ejaculation as I would
    have had I been home or at Tony's house, but at least I could relax now
    and try to sleep. In a smelly cabin full of ten diapered boys all
    tossing and turning, peeing, pooping and farting in their diapers from
    the baked beans, it was a wonder I got any sleep at all.
    	As I had kept a journal of my activities at Camp Branson, I was
    able to collect some profiles about the other boys who were in our
    cabin. Of course there was no need for me to note either Tony or Bryce
    as of course, I knew all about their diaper needs and desires very
    well. From the two weeks I spent with the other boys each night, this
    is what I learned about my cabin mates:

    Nathan-- He's nine years old, and just barely as he turned 9 a week
    ago. He suffered from a bladder infection when he was little and was
    kept in diapers all the time without any toilet training. He lost
    control of his bowels by always being diapered. He wears disposables
    but said he would wear cloth diapers after trying on my Thickies cloth
    diaper. He has an older brother, Luke, who wears diapers with him
    because his brother likes diapers, too and wishes he had the same
    problems as Nathan.

    Vic-- Eleven years old. He was a rather chubby kid and wears small
    adult-sized Attends. He's very smart and talented. He has two younger
    brothers, ages 2 and 5. Obviously the two year-old is in diapers, but
    so is the five-year-old. He says his parents let his five-year-old
    brother wear diapers and his youngest brother will also probably want
    to wear them. Vic is also funny and makes jokes all the time.

    Aaron-- ten years old, wears very thick cloth diapers at home. Aaron
    shares some amazing similarities to me. Besides the extremely thick
    cloth diapers that he wears, he has an older sister, too. His older
    sister changes his diapers and enjoys it as much as Lisa and Cindy do.
    As evidenced by his thick diaperings, his sister gets carried away with
    performing this duty. It's just as well that he likes being heavily
    diapered, since he hates wearing pants and likes to be in just his
    diapers, too, like me. He even wears diapers for the same reason,
    because he got caught pooping his underwear one time too many. Also,
    like me. He did it wearing several pairs at a time to make a diaper.

    Jake-- age 11, bedwetter. He wears disposables. He said he tried cloth
    diapers but was used to disposables and prefers them. His mother always
    changes him. He has a younger sister, age 6, and a younger brother, age
    8. He says he caught his brother trying one of his diapers on and
    whenever they're home alone he lets his brother wear his diapers.

    Craig-- age 9, cousin to Jake, wears disposables. He has encopresis. He
    had to talk his parents into letting him wear diapers since he got
    tired of pooping his pants all the time. His aunt and uncle (Jake's
    parents) persuaded Craig's parents. He has two older brothers, but they
    don't have anything to do with diapers and think it's gross that Craig
    wears them all the time.

    Jonny-- age 12, bedwetter. Jonny has two other brothers, one age 7 and
    one age 14 who are also bedwetters and wear diapers. His 10-year-old
    sister managed to escape from inheriting the bedwetting gene, however.
    Jonny says that he and his brothers will always wear diapers even if
    they stop bedwetting. His brother tells him that when he gets older he
    will enjoy his diapers even more, but I could have told him this as
    well. Jonny and his brothers wear both cloth and disposables, depends
    on what their mother decides to use.

    Billy-- I saved him for last. I couldn't get much information on him
    about his diapers, other than that he wears youth-sized Attends. He's
    12, too. He's an overzealous religious freak. He's the one that stayed
    in the corner and read his book, which was the Bible as it turned out.
    He's also the one hold-out among the entire camp who wears something
    over his diapers. He got offended whenever one of us said a swear word,
    even "damn." I noticed he bowed his head before each meal to say Grace.
    While I respected his religious behavior, I didn't like his constant
    preaching and telling me not to say the word "shit" or "piss" or
    anything that would offend him, but we all did anyway. We all got tired
    of his Bible-thumping, too. He clearly was not a good match for Camp
    Branson and he should have gone to a Bible camp instead, but probably
    didn't because he wears diapers. He was on everyone's nerves after
    awhile. Still, we eventually got the best of him towards the end of the
    two weeks.

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Forever In Diapers, Parts 41-50

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