    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 51
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    	It took Tony a little while to overcome the fact that he didn't
    get chosen to appear in Thickies diaper commercials and magazine ads.
    It didn't help matters that I was a constant reminder to him that I was
    chosen to go. I felt bad for Tony, and most of all, I didn't want this
    to affect our friendship. For the most part I kept quiet about it so
    that I didn't appear to be rubbing it in. As we had planned, we had our
    sleepover at his house on the night after we got back from summer camp,
    mostly so I could help cheer Tony up. Not a lot happened that night.
    Tony and I did the usual things like having pizza, watching a movie and
    playing with Tony's games and toys. When we went to bed we jacked each
    other off through our diapers and then went to sleep. The next day we
    looked at the pictures that had been taken of me by my sisters while I
    was sleeping in my crib. They had been developed while I was away at
    camp. I had to admit they were really cute.
    	After we had our Monday night sleepover, we got together again
    the following Saturday night at his house. Tony and I shared the same
    bed at sleepovers at his house now. It happened one night last winter
    when I felt too cold sleeping on the floor, so I moved into Tony's bed.
    As we lay next to each other our diapers rubbed up against each other
    and we were in such close proximity to each other to feel each others'
    arms and legs and overall body warmth. This closeness led to Tony and I
    masturbating each other, and ever since then, this was how we made our
    sleeping arrangements. I also discovered how nice it was not to wake up
    with a stiff back from sleeping on the floor. It made we wish I had
    shared the bed with Tony all this time. He began doing the same thing
    at sleepovers at my house as well, including, of course, mutual diaper
    masturbation.
    	Tony and I felt especially aroused tonight, probably because of
    the warm summer night that it was. After Kara diapered us up for the
    night we got into his bed. We took things a step further than just
    jacking off each other like we did every time we had a sleepover. For
    starters, we were both very impressively diapered. Tony now had such an
    abundant supply of Thickies diapers from the first shipment of the
    year's supply that he was eventually due to receive as a consolation
    for not being selected for the Thickies advertising. Because of the
    extra diapers available to him, he decided to have Kara triple up his
    Thickies diapers at night, at least while his free supply allowed him
    to do so. To increase absorbency and to make the extra diapers
    functional, Kara poked some holes into the lining of Tony's first two
    diapers and then she put a third diaper on top of these. He almost
    looked like he was as thickly diapered as I was when I had on one cloth
    Thickies. Tonight I was wearing three sets of Thickies cloth diapers,
    and Kara was wanting to diaper me up with as many diapers as Tony was
    wearing. Three Thickies was nothing to sneeze at. If anything, it was
    something to shit in, that's for sure, and I had done just that, having
    filled my diapers with fresh shit while Kara was still busy pinning the
    third diaper on me.
    	Having seen many times the number of pins that Lisa and Cindy
    used in my diapers, Kara got on a mega-pinning kick with my diapers as
    well.
    	Kara acknowledged that I had pooped in the diapers I already had
    on while she was busy sticking more pins into my outer diaper and
    reinforcing its tight hold around me. I rolled onto my back and spread
    my legs as I pooped some more, only momentarily interrupting Kara as
    she was sticking pins into my third diaper.
    	"Are you done?" she asked me.
    	"I think so," I said. Then came another fart as it bubbled
    through the shit in my diapers, barely audible through the tremendous
    stack of cloth layers.
    	"Oops, I guess I had one more," I said.
    	When I finally finished loading my diapers Kara said, "if you
    think I'm taking all these pins out to change you right now, guess
    again." Of course she said it in a fun way, smiling as she looked at me
    before finishing off the pile of safety pins before her.
    	"They're staying on your butt for awhile," Kara added.
    	Tony and I got into his bed shortly after Kara diapered us for
    the night, perhaps for the next day as well. I watched Tony stick his
    triple-padded butt into my face as he crawled into his bed and settled
    down. Likewise, I got into his bed in such a way that he would get a
    good look at my super thick diapers on my butt. I was hard as ever as I
    felt the diapers between my legs rubbing up against my genitals.
    	We were both so hot that night that we decided to do away with
    the covers, so we lay on his bed with our bodies and our diapers
    exposed to the cool night air coming in through the window. The moon
    was three-fourths full that night, so the lunar light was enough for
    Tony and me to see the white diapers that we each had on.
    	"God, these diapers feel so good!" Tony said as he rubbed
    himself. I could hear the extra rustling from his wearing three
    Thickies disposables at once.
    	"Mine, too," I said as I raised my legs in the air and rolled
    back as I rubbed my hard-on, sticking my hands down inside my plastic
    pants and rubbing the diapers themselves.
    	"Here, let me help you," Tony said as he got up and sat on my
    crotch while I was still rolled back with my legs spread apart. He
    rubbed crotch up against mine, giving me a good view of his butt
    diapered in triple Thickies disposables. Within less than a minute he
    had me cumming in my diapers. He, too, was able to bring himself to
    orgasm in this unusual and awkward position.
    	Tony then got off of me and he resumed his position lying next to
    me. We talked about various topics, including my going to California
    and what I was expecting.
    	"I wish I was going," Tony said with a sigh.
    	"I wish you were going with me," I said. "Maybe someone will
    cancel or chicken out or something and then you'll get to go."
    	"I hope so," he said. "But I doubt anyone who made it all the way
    would cancel and miss an opportunity like this. Would you?"
    	"Not at this point, hell no," I said. "Only something like a
    death in the family would keep me from wanting to go."
    	"I don't want to wish that on anyone, but I suppose that's the
    only reason someone else would not go," Tony agreed.
    	An hour had passed. Neither Tony nor I could sleep. It was after
    midnight. It was a quiet Monday night, or very early Tuesday morning,
    to be correct. The cool summer breeze made the drapes in the window
    dance ever so gracefully as it kept Tony and I comfortable. Knowing
    that neither of us could sleep, I began to get horny again and I felt
    my dick get hard. My penis tried to push itself away from the poopy
    mess that covered the inside of my diapers all the way up to my balls.
    Tony was playing with himself as well. We lay there silently as we
    enjoyed the gentle night breeze and gently massaged our own genitals.
    Then Tony spoke.
    	"You wanna do something different?" Tony asked me.
    	I wasn't sure what Tony was getting at when he said this. Being
    that we just made each other come in our diapers over an hour ago and
    were itching to do it again already, I had to wonder what Tony was
    thinking.
    	"Do we have to take our diapers off?" I asked Tony, making a
    subtle inquiry into his intentions.
    	"Well, you could if you wanted to," Tony said. "But that would
    kind of miss the point," he said. "Besides, Kara almost put Lisa and
    Cindy to shame with the way she diapered you tonight. Why? What did you
    think I meant?"
    	"I was thinking that, well, you know--"
    	"Chris, you weren't thinking *that*, were you?" Tony said as he
    slapped my diapered behind.
    	"Well, I was," I said with an embarrassed grin that Tony could
    see on my face in the dim light. "Not that I was necessarily wanting to
    actually do it," I explained, realizing that I was painting myself into
    a corner and making Tony think I wanted to engage in sodomy with him,
    diaperless and all.
    	"Chris, the mess my butt is now, and the mess your butt is, I
    think it's best that we leave our diapers on like we always do," Tony
    said. He said it in a light-hearted way, knowing that I felt uneasy
    about giving him the false impression that I wanted to have sex with
    him.
    	"So what *is* your idea then?" I asked, having now eliminated one
    possibility.
    	"Let's ride our bikes around the neighborhood in our diapers!" he
    said.
    	"Uhh, now?" I asked him.
    	"Sure! When else can you get away with riding your bike around in
    your diapers?"
    	"That's true," I said. "But, do you really want to?" I asked
    Tony.
    	"Don't you ever think about that?" Tony asked me.
    	"Yeah, I do, but it's after curfew, and think of how embarrassing
    it would be to get caught by some cop seeing us out late at night on
    our bikes wearing diapers!"
    	"Look at it this way, Chris, since I was denied my fifteen
    minutes of fame by not being in the Thickies commercials, I can get it
    back by making it into the next edition of 'News of the Weird.'"
    	"We'd both be listed," I said as we laughed about such a
    possibility. Having read some of these books, stranger things have been
    reported than two boys who were caught out riding their bikes after
    curfew in their diapers, and very thick diapers at that.
    	The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to do it. There
    was still one very obvious oversight.
    	"But my bike's at my house," I said. "Besides, I may be too big
    for it now, since I've had the bike since I was eight, during the last
    summer I wore something besides diapers."
    	"So you haven't ridden a bike since then?" Tony asked me.
    	"Come to think of it, I really haven't all that much," I said. "I
    gotta admit, while I love being in nothing but diapers and having no
    choice but to wear only diapers, I do miss riding my bike."
    	"Well, I guess for you, there is a price to pay for getting to
    wear diapers," Tony said. "At least I can put some pants on if I want
    to go out."
    	"And you wear disposables, too," I added, noting that my cloth
    diapers do not allow my pants to fit over them.
    	"Yeah, but I usually wear just one disposable," Tony said,
    patting his butt to demonstrate his triple diapering. "But that may
    change; I really like these being on me so thick."
    	Tony rolled himself back and began rubbing himself.
    	"Better get some bigger pants if you do that, I said to him.
    	"Pants? Where we're going, we don't need pants," Tony said as if
    reciting the last line of "Back to the Future."
    	"You mean for the bike ride, I assume," I said.
    	"Yep!" Tony said.
    	"But I still need to get my bike if we do this," I said to him.
    	"Do you know where your bike is?" Tony asked me.
    	"Yeah. It's in the garage," I said. "I think I can sneak it out
    of there.
    	Now I was getting excited, making an adventure out of going
    around in diapers, and a daring adventure at that. Tony put his shirt
    on. We then slipped our shoes and socks on. Tony and I sneaked out of
    his house by climbing out his window. After we got out we were standing
    outside Tony's bedroom window in the back yard in just diapers. Tony's
    bike was leaning up against the house. I followed him to the street as
    he wheeled it out. It sure wasn't easy to walk in three Thickies
    diapers. I hoped that I could handle pedaling my bike since I hadn't
    ridden it since last summer when my sisters let me have my shorts a
    couple times while diapering me in more modest disposables.
    	Tony then scooted forward and told me to sit on the seat and hold
    onto the seat behind me while he remained standing as he pedaled. It
    was awkward and uncomfortable sitting on his bike, which was getting to
    be too small for one of us, let alone two-- but I sure did enjoy having
    Tony's triple-diapered bottom sticking in my face the whole time,
    giving me another hard-on. The street lights and the moon made our
    diapers stand out in the darkness.
    	"How are you doing?" Tony asked me.
    	"Fine," I said. "The view's nice!"
    	"What, you mean my diapered butt?"
    	"Oh yeah," I said. A couple blocks later he said, "Let's switch
    off and you can pedal."
    	"Okay," I said. "You wanna stare at *my* diapered butt for
    awhile?"
    	"Sure," Tony said. "That, and I'm pooped."
    	"I'm always pooped, if you know what I mean," I said to Tony.
    "You smell like you are, too."
    	Tony stopped at a dark point just beyond a street light and then
    we switched. Tony sat on the seat while I poised myself to pedal. My
    super-thick diapers made riding a bike more difficult, as I was finding
    out.
    	"I hope I can handle this," I said.
    	"It's just like-- well, riding a bike," Tony said. "You never
    forget."
    	"True, but last time I rode a bike I wasn't wearing three
    Thickies diapers, either," I said.
    	I stood up and balanced myself on the pedals as I began to move
    the bike. While we were going a car was coming from behind us.
    	"Shit! That had better not be a cop!" I said.
    	As the car went past, three teenage girls went past us. They
    whistled at us and one of them yelled, "nice butts, boys!"
    	"Need a diaper change?!" yelled another one of the girls.
    	"Well, at least we know it wasn't a cop," Tony said.
    	"No, but they did notice we were in diapers," I said.
    	"The way we're diapered right now, Chris-- especially you-- I
    don't think *anybody* could miss seeing that!"
    	We thought that we were pretty much home free in getting to my
    house after the girls went past us. We were almost to my house. Then
    suddenly the damn neighbor's dog came running after us and barking. He
    followed us for a ways.
    	"Pedal faster!" Tony said.
    	"This is as good as I can do," I panted. "Remember that I am
    wearing more in diapers than the rest of my family probably has in
    underwear."
    	"You may be right about that, Chris," Tony said as he put his
    hand on my butt. "I know that before I started wearing diapers I didn't
    have enough underwear to make the diapers that you have on."
    	Before we got to my house I saw a car stopped on the other side
    of the street with its engine turned off. I could tell that the vehicle
    was occupied. The windows were steamed up and the car was shaking. I
    knew what was going on inside, but was still afraid that the occupants
    would see Tony and me. We were both in equally compromising positions
    as the fornicating kids in that car, in the event that either they saw
    us in our diapers, or they knew that we saw them doing whatever they
    were doing in the back seat.
    	"Shit, what do we do?" I asked Tony.
    	"They're busy, they're not paying attention to anyone but
    themselves," Tony said.
    	We watched for a few minutes and listened to the lustful couple
    moan and groan.
    	"This is good," Tony said. Suddenly the action stopped.
    	"He must have came," I said.
    	Two heads then suddenly popped up from the back seat of the car.
    	"Shit, they're gonna see us!" I said.
    	"Duck!" Tony said as we hid behind a nearby parked car.
    	We remained crouched down out of view. As I squatted I could feel
    my tight diapers stretching and trying to pull themselves farther up
    into my butt. I could feel the poop trying to find a place to go, some
    of it likely getting shoved back up into my butt. The sensation of my
    thick, shit-filled diapers made my dick hard. I then broke the silence
    by breaking wind.
    	"Shh!" Tony said.
    	"I can't help it if I fart a lot," I said.
    	We waited some more, unsure of when to go for it and dart across
    to my house. Tony took a quick peek to see what was going on. After he
    ducked back down we heard one of the car doors open and then close.
    Tony looked again to see who got out of the car and where they were
    going.
    	"What do you see?" I asked Tony.
    	"Some girl, sort of fat-looking, long hair," he said. His
    description sounded a lot like the girl could have been Lisa, but I
    didn't think about this at the time. "She's now standing outside the
    driver's door and kissing her boyfriend."
    	"Shit, we can't stay here forever," I said.
    	"Let's walk down the street a ways and then cross over," Tony
    suggested.
    	"I think I hear someone," I heard the girl whisper. She then came
    walking over to the car we were hiding behind. Without saying anything
    we moved to the front of the car while she looked around. Tony's
    diapers crinkled as did my plastic pants. My heart was racing as I
    heard her footsteps coming towards us. Either she heard us or she
    smelled us and wanted to check on the suspicious odor. Fortunately she
    then retreated just before seeing Tony and me. Tony and I then moved
    back to the side of the other parked car where we had been waiting. The
    girl went back to kissing her boyfriend.
    	We decided the only way to get past the car and avoid being
    caught was to crawl past it and then walk down the street a ways. The
    driver and the girl were on the other side of the car were still
    kissing each other when Tony checked. Right as we were crawling past
    the car, its engine started up.
    	"Oh shit!" I exclaimed. We knew we couldn't just get up and run,
    so we stayed in our position and hoped the guy would drive off without
    noticing us. He turned his lights on and drove away. The girl was still
    standing there in the street watching the car drive away. She was
    oblivious to our presence, thank goodness, though our white diapers
    were hard to miss with the street light nearby shining on our butts.
    	I then realized that the fat girl wasn't just any fat girl-- it
    was Lisa! We sat as still as we could until she was out of earshot.
    	"That's Lisa!" I said. "See her?"
    	Yeah, I see her; how could you miss her?"
    	"Well, she missed seeing us, I hope," I said, slapping my
    diapered bottom. "These diapers tend to stand out against the dark
    grass with a street light shining on them, you know."
    	"So that was Lisa making out in the back of that car!" Tony said.
    	"She said she has a boyfriend now, met him at the water park this
    summer."
    	"Has she ever invited him over?"
    	"No, she doesn't want him to see that her little brother wears
    diapers and says she'd be embarrassed about it. Funny how she lets
    Betty and all the other girls she knows see me in diapers, though."
    	"I bet she was doing more than just making out," Tony said. "Some
    guy was getting a piece of ass from her."
    	"He had a lot to choose from, that's for sure; Lisa's got a big
    ass, you know," I said.
    	"So do you, Chris," Tony said. "With the help of some diapers, of
    course," he added.
    	"I have a big diapered butt," I said. "Girls have asses, boys
    have butts, at least that's what Lisa says. I don't know why she says
    that or if it makes any difference, but it sounds good to me, I guess."
    	"Come on, I think we can go over to your house now," Tony said.
    	We decided to leave Tony's bike where it is and walk across the
    street to my house. We headed towards the back door to the garage. We
    decided to wait a couple minutes outside the garage for good measure.
    We didn't want to go into the garage until we were good and sure Lisa
    was in the house and hopefully in her bedroom out of earshot of any
    noise I might make going into the garage and getting my bike. We
    decided that it was safe to proceed.
    	"Okay, let's go," Tony said.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 52
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    	I never realized how quiet things in and around my house could
    get until now, when I was trying to be absolutely as quiet as possible.
    Here I was, standing outside the garage in the middle of the night
    wearing very thick diapers, trying to retrieve my bicycle without
    getting caught. I walked around to the back of the garage and I opened
    the door. Naturally it was squeaky and it had to be quickly opened to
    minimize the squeal of the hinges. Upon throwing the door open I made
    it crash into the metal garbage can sitting just inside of it.
    	"Shit!" I thought to myself, knowing damn well that somebody had
    to have heard that. Quickly I shut the door and ran back to Tony. In a
    panic, we ran over to the house next door and hid behind the wooden
    fence that separated the two properties. The people living there before
    had just moved out and the house was sitting empty, so we knew that
    nobody from over there would see us. Tony and I peeked around the end
    of the fence and watched to see if anyone got up to check to see what
    the noise was. After it appeared that nobody was fazed by the noise, we
    went back over.
    	I entered the garage again, this time making sure not to open the
    door all the way. I walked inside and felt my way around through the
    dark. I knew about where my bicycle was, but I had to negotiate several
    other obstacles. I then realized that I could have a light on since
    nobody from inside the house would see it anyway. I had Tony flip the
    switch just inside the door. I told him to stand by the door that led
    into the house and listen for anyone who might be coming out to the
    garage. He said he would shut the light off, which would be my cue to
    hide, and then he would run out the door and hide, in case anybody came
    to the garage. He left the back door open ajar so that he could just
    slip out and close it without making too much noise.
    	Just getting my bike out of the garage was turning out to be an
    adventure itself. I had walked past the car parked inside and I made it
    over to the corner where my bike was sitting behind Lisa's and Cindy's
    bikes, as luck would have it. I wheeled their bikes forward and leaned
    them up against the wall. Just as I was about to get my bike, Tony
    suddenly turned the light out. He closed the back door most of the way
    and then he left from view. Quickly I knew that someone was coming out
    to the garage. I ducked and hid between the garage door and the back of
    the car. Then I heard the door open from inside the house. My heart was
    racing once again, especially when my dad flipped the other light
    switch that turned the garage light on from the door coming out of the
    kitchen.
    	"Anybody out here?" I heard my dad shout. "Wherever you are, come
    out right now, and don't try any tricks, because I have a gun!"
    	I was so nervous that I peed in my diapers while I remained
    crouched down. I hoped Dad wouldn't notice that the bicycles had been
    moved. From what I could tell, Dad just stood there and didn't walk
    around, probably so that he could quickly get back into the house in
    the event someone were to lunge out and attack him.
    	Meanwhile, I had another big fart waiting to come out. I felt the
    gas building up inside my intestines, ready to blow out of my butt and
    make bubbles with the poop in my diapers. Dad had stepped away from the
    door and walked across the back of the garage over to the back door. I
    could hear him open it to check to see if anyone was out there. I
    prayed that he wouldn't catch Tony out there.
    	All I could do was hold still. My feet were tingling as the
    circulation had been cut off, but I couldn't get up and relieve the
    pressure. I also couldn't hold the fart in any more, so I let it out
    slowly and silently. The air stunk all around me as I felt gas bubbles
    going into the shit of my diapers. Some of the gas found its way up my
    butt crack, exiting out of the only place the gas had to go inside my
    diapers. Finally, I heard Dad going back into the house.
    	"They must have run away, whoever it was," I heard my Dad saying
    to Lisa and Cindy and possibly my Mom. I knew both of my sisters were
    standing there with my dad because I then heard him say, "you girls can
    go back to bed now."
    	Dad then shut off the light and closed the door as he went back
    into the house. He was gone at last. I breathed a sigh of relief. I
    also let the rest of my fart come out, this time popping loudly as the
    bubble of gas burst through the layer of poop in my diapers.
    	Tony was still unaccounted for, but I figured he had to be close
    by waiting outside. Being that I was in the predicament that I was in
    and what had already happened, I decided to screw it as far as getting
    my bike was concerned. It was too risky at this point and I didn't want
    anyone to think that someone had broken into the garage and stolen my
    bike. I didn't want to leave the other bikes out and arouse suspicion
    of an attempted burglary, being that the bikes had been moved. I
    wheeled the two other bikes back to where they were, doing all of this
    in the dark. I then wormed my way out from the tight space between the
    wall and the car and headed towards the door that led outside.
    	As I approached the back door I thought I was home free and
    clear, when suddenly the door from the house opened again and the light
    went back on. I made a run for it and went out the door and shut it,
    but I knew whoever it was that was coming out, they had to have seen my
    diapered butt as I scooted out the door.
    	I stood outside the door, stuck between wondering where to run to
    or if I should run, and finding where the hell Tony was. I had too
    little time to think as I was transfixed by my fear, much like a deer
    with approaching truck headlights two feet from its face.
    	Lisa then opened the door and saw me standing there in my
    immobilized stance. She knew it was me as she could see my bulging
    white diapers contrasting amid the darkness.
    	"Chris!" she said as she confronted me. "What the hell are you
    doing here?"
    	"Lisa!" I said while gasping. "You scared the shit out of me!"
    	"At least you have diapers on to catch it!" she said. "What are
    you doing in the garage at 1:30 in the morning, and in just your
    diapers, I might add?"
    	"Since when aren't I in just my diapers?" I asked her.
    	"Was that you who made all that noise earlier?"
    	"Yes," I confessed. We walked out to the gazebo in the corner of
    the back yard and sat down in it to talk.
    	"You think I scared the shit out of you, you gave the rest of us
    a good scare!" Lisa said. I looked at her sitting there in just a long
    T-shirt. If I knew Lisa, she probably wasn't even wearing any panties.
    	"I'm sorry," I said to her. "Does Dad know that it was me?"
    	"He thought we had a burglar! You know there've been some break-
    ins reported around the neighborhood! Wait until Dad finds out who it
    really was!"
    	"Lisa, no, please, don't tell him!" I begged her.
    	"Why shouldn't I?" Lisa asked. "They might even think it's funny,
    you coming over here in the middle of the night, in your diapers, of
    course. What were you doing, anyway?"
    	I was trying to get my bike, okay?"
    	"Now?" Lisa asked. "It's 1:30 in the morning, Chris!"
    	"I know," I said. "Me and Tony just thought we'd be a little
    adventurous and take a bike ride at night in our diapers."
    	"Is Tony with you?" Lisa asked me.
    	"He's around somewhere," I said. He was waiting outside for me.
    	"And both of you came over from his house in just your diapers, I
    assume."
    	"What else do we have to wear?" I said. "That, and well, that was
    just part of the adventure, going out at night in our diapers."
    	"You realize you're under curfew, don't you?"
    	"Yes, like I said, we were being adventurous."
    	"Well, I hope you got your craving for adventure out of your
    system after this!"
    	"It was Tony's idea, actually," I said.
    	"Well, I think Mom and Dad should be told. They may not even let
    you be in that diaper commercial now!"
    	Lisa then got up. As her shirt had ridden up, I briefly caught a
    glimpse of her big bare behind before she pulled her shirt back down
    out of her ass crack, confirming my assumption that she was pantiless.
    The light in the alley behind us allowed me to see this. I figured if I
    told Lisa that I knew this she would back down and not tattle on me.
    	"I'm telling Mom you're not wearing any underwear!" I said to
    Lisa.
    	"So, what does she care?" Lisa said. "Besides, how would you know
    that?"
    	"Your shirt rode up and I saw your naked butt before you pulled
    your shirt back down," I said plainly.
    	"Fine, tell Mom what you saw, but then Mom will get mad at you
    for being such a little pervert," Lisa said. "She'll think you were
    spying on me while I was getting dressed. I know you wouldn't tell her
    you saw me out here, after I caught you rummaging through the garage."
    	"Well, it's not like you don't see me in my underwear, or my
    naked butt for that matter," I said to Lisa. "I never even close my
    bedroom door anymore except when I am sleeping."
    	"You being in your underwear is different, Chris. It's *diapers*
    for one thing, and you can't hide them no matter what since it's all we
    let you wear around the house anyway, and you seem to really like this
    arrangement, so your statement of me seeing you in your 'underwear'--
    diapers of course-- has no validity. As for us seeing your naked butt,
    that has no validity, either. We have to see it to wipe it, you know,
    and then re-diaper it."
    	"But you chose not to wear any underwear at all," I said. "I just
    happened to notice. So what difference does it make anyway, that I see
    that you're wearing no underwear, and that you see that I'm wearing,
    well, lots of underwear?"
    	"You need to stay in your 'underwear', Chris, how ironic that
    you're incontinent now because of wearing it for so long! I at least
    have the option of removing mine. I think if anyone should keep his
    'underwear' on, it's you, Chris," Lisa said. She was purposely
    confusing the issue and avoiding the point that I was trying to get at,
    that I had something to use against her because she wanted to tattle on
    me. I figured I'd better play my trump card and tell her what else I
    knew she was doing that she would not want me to know.
    	"If you tell Mom I was out in the garage then I'll tell her that
    I saw you making out with what's-his-name while parked out on the
    street," I said, having forgotten her boyfriend's name. This stopped
    Lisa dead in her tracks.
    	"You didn't see me out there!" she said, sounding shocked and
    dismayed.
    	"Sounds like your boyfriend was getting a little 'back seat' in
    the back seat, if you know what I mean!" I quipped.
    	"That wasn't me!" Lisa said, blatantly denying my accusations.
    	"It was, too!" I said. "I saw you get out of the car before your
    boyfriend took off."
    	"His name's Chuck," Lisa said after hesitating, partially
    confessing that she was, in fact, having sex with him in his car in
    front of the house.
    	"I hope Chuck's car has good shock absorbers on it, the way that
    car was rocking. I doubt you'd want Mom and Dad to know about that."
    	Lisa knew I had her pegged now.
    	"All right," Lisa said. "I'll admit, you got me there, Chris. I
    was out in the car with Chuck, but if you keep quiet, I'll keep quiet,
    deal?"
    	"Deal," I said, feeling very satisfied. The tension was off and
    the issue was settled. At this moment I let out another fart which
    exploded in a succession of individual pops.
    	"I told you to keep quiet, Chris," Lisa said, trying to lighten
    the subject a little.
    	"Sorry, Lisa, you know I fart a lot," I said.
    	"Yes, I know you fart a lot, Chris; good thing we keep all those
    thick diapers on your butt to filter most of the smells," Lisa said.
    "Most of them, that is," she added, fanning her face. I found it odd
    that Lisa would find the smell of my farts to be offensive when she's
    had to smell my shit-filled diapers and wipe up my shit-covered butt
    nearly every day for more than the last three and a half years.
    	"So what are you going to tell Mom?" I asked Lisa. "I put the
    bikes back so that Mom and Dad wouldn't think that they were moved by
    some burglar.
    	"Well, because of our 'deal', I'll just have to let them assume
    that it was an attempted break-in and that we should probably be
    prepared for it anyway, especially because of the other break-ins
    around here lately. Dad will probably get one of those lights that
    comes on automatically when you get close to it. Remember that next
    time you come over in the middle of the night, okay?"
    	"So why did you come back out after Dad went back in the house?"
    I asked Lisa, knowing that she was probably scared from thinking that a
    burglar was trying to get in.
    	"Because Cotton got out and I was going to look for him," she
    answered.
    	"Weren't you scared?" I asked Lisa.
    	"Yeah, but I wasn't even going to go out in the garage in case
    someone was in there, but then I saw your diapered butt going out the
    door and I knew it had to be you."
    	"Well, Cotton's right there," I said, pointing at the ground.
    Cotton's white coat, much like my diapers and hence his name, showed up
    in the sea of the night blackness as he walked towards us and came into
    the gazebo. He meowed and hopped up on my lap. I petted him for a few
    minutes and he purred while sticking his little wet nose into my ear.
    Tony then came around from the other side of the fence that divided our
    yard from the house next door. Apparently he had heard Lisa and me
    talking as he approached the gazebo.
    	"We'd better get back," Tony said. "It's getting late."
    	"It already is late," I said.
    	"Let's skip the bike thing," Tony said. I told him that I decided
    that before Lisa even came out.
    	"Don't get caught," Lisa told us as we headed back to his house.
    	"We'll try our best not to," I said.
    	I told Tony what all had happened while he was over in the next
    yard waiting for me. He liked hearing about the "deal" I made with Lisa
    that I would not tattle on her for having sex with her boyfriend if she
    didn't snitch on me for coming into the garage to get my bike and to
    get everyone woken up.
    	Tony didn't even ride his bike and instead just walked it as we
    went back to his house. Even though it was July, it still got cool at
    night, and with only diapers on, leaving our legs bare, we wanted to
    get back. It wasn't easy having to walk such a long distance in super-
    thick diapers which were further weighed down with piss covered with
    poop from front to back.
    	For the most part Tony and I were enjoying a quiet stroll through
    the neighborhood, only causing a dog or two to bark as we walked past.
    A couple cars also passed by us, and unless the occupants were not
    paying attention, no doubt they saw our diapered butts gleaming in the
    headlights.
    	We were just a few blocks from Tony's house when a police car
    drove past us. We were walking on the sidewalk on the other side of a
    parked car when he drove by, so we didn't think the cop saw that we
    were in just our diapers. We hoped he didn't see us at all, being that
    we were out after curfew. We stood still as we wanted to make sure the
    policeman kept going. Instead, he stopped.
    	"Shit!" I exclaimed. "I think he saw us!"
    	Tony then bolted, still with his bike, and ran through a yard.
    	"Chris! Get your butt moving and hide before he sees you!" Tony
    said, motioning for me to join him. "He's out of his car now!"
    	"Ohhh, shit!" I said as I panicked and darted towards Tony,
    making big strides as my thick diapers forced me to do. Tony kept
    running and I tried to keep up. This was one time when I wish I hadn't
    been diapered so thickly. It did make me glad to have a lot of pins
    holding my diapers on as they would have fallen off with as fast as I
    was trying to run.
    	We made it into the back yard. The policeman was waving his
    flashlight around as he was looking for us. I was so scared and I felt
    like a fugitive. I really wouldn't have minded being caught if I were
    dressed more decently, but a twelve-year-old boy in diapers was
    something that I didn't think the policeman was ready to deal with.
    	Tony and I crouched around the corner of the house as we watched
    the policeman making a sweeping search for us. As he approached us,
    Tony whispered, "Run! Follow me!"
    	Leaving the bike behind, we ran over to the house next door and
    triggered the automatic porch light, which exposed Tony and me in our
    diapers to anyone who may have been watching. We had to get out of the
    lighted area, so Tony led me out of the back yard and into the alley
    behind the houses.
    	Tony and I paused to catch our breath. We didn't have long to
    relax as we saw a car enter the alley from the street. It looked to be
    a police car, and as scared as we were, we thought any car was a police
    car.
    	"We're dead!" I whimpered helplessly.
    	"No we're not," Tony said. "Hide behind these garbage cans until
    he goes past!"
    	Without wasting any time we crouched down behind the row of three
    garbage cans, which we knew would offer only little cover. I felt
    paralyzed with fear as I crouched down and felt the poop find its way
    around in my diapers. The car came to a stop just before us. I pissed
    my diapers more as I knew this was the end. Tony and I didn't say a
    word.
    	We could see that the car was that of a policeman, perhaps the
    same one who went after us a few minutes ago. My throat was dry but my
    diapers couldn't have been any wetter. I could tell that Tony's diapers
    were very full as well as I looked over at him and saw that his butt
    was puffed out a ways as was his crotch. At this moment, we didn't care
    how badly we needed diaper changes.
    	The car then continued moving forward very slowly. I virtually
    saw my life flash before my eyes as the car went past us and continued
    down the alley. Either the policeman was looking the other direction or
    he just simply didn't see us as he drove past the garbage cans. What a
    relief we felt once he was past.
    	"Whew!" I said, sensing that my chest was about to burst.
    	"That was close! Tony said. "It made me fill my diapers!"
    	"I already did that a long time ago," I said in two- or three-
    word segments between gasps. We looked both ways down the alley and
    decided the coast was clear.
    	"I still need to get my bike," Tony said. He told me to stand
    guard while he went back through the two back yards to get his bike. He
    triggered the automatic light as he ran past it. It stayed on as he
    came back out of the yard and met up with me again, this time riding
    the bike.
    	"Get on!" Tony said.
    	"What, we're riding back?" I asked him.
    	"We're almost there," he said. "I just want to get the hell
    home!"
    	"What if the cops are still around?" I asked.
    	"We'll stay in the alley," he said. If we see a car, we'll just
    cut into someone's yard until they pass."
    	"I've had enough of this," I said as I climbed on. I held onto
    Tony while he pedaled. With his well-used-diaper-butt sticking in my
    face I could see and smell that he was overdue for a diaper change. I
    enjoyed listening to it crinkling as well as the sound of his poop
    squishing around. It was making me hard as I held onto Tony at his
    waist and felt his diapers in my hands.
    	Just before we reached the next cross-street, another police car
    went past. We were very relieved the driver didn't turn. It had its
    flashing lights on and was heading someplace else anyway.
    	We reached the street that led to Tony's house and then, risking
    getting caught, we rode three blocks to his house. I was so glad to see
    his house! Tony returned his bike to where he had left it before and we
    sneaked back into his bedroom, safe at last!
    	I looked at Tony's clock and it said 2:20 AM.
    	"Let's get some sleep," I said.
    	"Sure," Tony said. "But I'm going to change my diapers first."
    Seeing that his three Thickies diapers were all sagging, I knew that
    there had to be a lot of pee and poop on it. Looking at Tony's wet and
    dirty diapers bulging out from his butt, I wanted to change him as all
    the excitement of the night and having ridden on Tony's bike with him
    while his diapered butt was in my face made me horny.
    	When I asked Tony if I could have the honors, he agreed that he
    would enjoy getting changed instead of doing it himself, so he lay
    himself down on his changing pad and let me handle all the work. I
    unfastened the strong tapes of his Thickies and pulled it away from his
    butt, revealing the other two diapers he still had on. I removed these
    as well and exposed the nasty mess underneath. There was poop literally
    all over the bottommost diaper! The second diaper had also caught a
    healthy dose of dookie. He had poop on his dick and his balls. I wiped
    his butt first as this is where the bulk of the mess was still
    concentrated. Then I moved forward and cleared his crotch of the thick
    pile of crap. Lastly, As I cleaned the poop off of Tony's dick and his
    nuts he asked me to "keep cleaning it" after I had already cleared his
    genitals of all fecal matter. I did this for only thirty seconds or so
    before Tony shot his cum. I stopped rubbing his dick when he
    ejaculated, but then Tony told me to keep doing it, so I did,
    extracting more of his semen.
    	"Oh yes, thank you, Chris; that was good," Tony moaned in a
    relaxed state. "Now put my diaper on."
    	"You want three again?" I asked.
    	"Of course, silly," Tony said. "I know you'd never say no to
    three diapers!"
    	"Damn straight," I said proudly.
    	Tony's genitals were now red and swollen from the excitement that
    I had just given him. After I got a clean diaper out and unfolded it I
    gingerly pulled it over Tony's sensitive genitals. He winced as the
    diaper tightened over his now tired, flaccid penis. I made the
    appropriate modifications to his first diaper and then put the second
    one on, again modifying it to accommodate a third diaper. I was getting
    off on seeing how thick I was making Tony's diapers. I then cleaned off
    my hands using Tony's diaper wipes.
    	Even though Tony was exhausted, I was extremely horny now,
    especially as I fastened the tapes and sealed his last diaper shut. I
    was stroking myself through my own diapers.
    	"You sure need a change, too," Tony said, seeing how much pee my
    diapers had soaked up and knowing how much poop there was in them, even
    though there was still no visual indication of this, just a very strong
    odor.
    	Tony then looked at how thick my diapers were and how many pins
    Kara put into them.
    	"On the other hand, with as many diapers as I'd have to take off
    with all those pins, we'll be up past 3:00 AM by the time I get you re-
    diapered."
    	"Probably, I said. "The way Lisa and Cindy diaper me, it
    sometimes takes them over twenty minutes to do a whole diaper change,
    so they team up when they super-diaper me about like Kara did to me."
    	"Are you going to be okay wearing those diapers to bed?"
    	"Of course," I said. "I'm used to being in stinky, shitty diapers
    for hours on end. Kara can change me in the morning, anyway, well, that
    is, later in the morning."
    	"Yeah, really, since it's-- shit, 2:40 AM now."
    	I kept rubbing the front of my diapers. Tony could tell that I
    needed some relief. With this, he told me to lie down. I lay flat on
    the floor and watched Tony squat himself down onto me. He sat on my
    diapered frontal area with his freshly diapered butt facing me and then
    scooted himself back and forth, rubbing his crotch against my hard-on
    buried far down into my thick, soaked diapers. Within under a minute he
    had me coming in my diapers again. I felt a lot better and I especially
    enjoyed the extra help from Tony, mainly the visual aid of his diapered
    derriere.
    	"Thanks," I said. "I needed that."
    	"Me, too," he said.
    	"You just came," I said. "Are you *that* horny?"
    	"I meant that I needed it because I knew you wouldn't be ready to
    go to bed until you got your relief, so I just made it go a little
    faster so we could both get some sleep."
    	"Thanks," I said. I then climbed into Tony's bed and waited for
    him as he shut off the light and climbed into the bed with me.
    	"Do you think what we did was worth it?" Tony asked me.
    	"It was risky, but it was fun," I said.
    	"Too bad we ended up not getting your bike, which was what we
    were after in the first place."
    	"I dunno," I said. "I actually liked having the one bike. The
    view's nicer that way."
    	"I have to agree, it is," Tony said. "Good night, Chris."

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 53
    ---------------------------

    	Because Tony and I were out so late last night on our
    neighborhood jaunt we were still asleep at 10:00 the next morning,
    about the time Kara came into Tony's bedroom to check on us, especially
    as she had expected us to be awake by now.
    	We weren't expecting Kara's friend Christie to be there, but she
    had come over to Tony's house that Fourth of July morning, as we later
    found out upon being awakened. Christie had long blonde hair with some
    curls in it. Christie has known about Tony and me wearing diapers for
    the last couple of years, ever since she and Kara became best friends
    in the first grade. Christie hadn't been as significant to me as far as
    me wearing diapers was concerned, especially as I didn't see her that
    often. I really hadn't given much thought to my experiences with being
    in diapers around her, but after spending an afternoon with Christie
    and Kara, it brought to mind several things that I remembered about her
    and her reaction to Tony and me wearing diapers.
    	It was nothing new to Christie to see Tony and I decked out in
    thick diapers as this was about all she ever saw us wearing. I felt
    just as comfortable for her to see me in diapers as I did my sisters
    and their friends, and I even got hard over thinking about how she
    could see my big diapered butt fully showing all the time. I only saw
    Christie every now and then when she happened to be at Tony's house at
    the same time I was there, usually after school and a couple of times
    over the summer, such as now. Tony's Mom wouldn't allow both him and
    Kara to have sleepover guests on the same night. Because of this,
    Christie seldom ever watched me get my diapers changed by Kara and she
    had never changed me herself. For that matter, she had never changed
    Tony, either. She was always disgusted by the sight and smell of poop
    and at times she wouldn't even go near Tony and me if we stank too bad.
    	I'll never forget how much Christie laughed when she saw Tony and
    me in diapers the first few times, being that we were nine years old
    then and that she didn't expect to see boys our age in diapers. She got
    quite a kick out of the fact that we were boys and that we were three
    years older than she was. She was especially amused by the sight of my
    cloth diapers, being that they were so thick (and have since then
    become much thicker yet) and that she had never seen cloth diapers.
    	According to Christie, about the only time she ever saw diapers
    regularly were disposables on her little sister. As Christie knew how
    Tony and I felt about diapers being something for boys-- as she agreed-
    - she was proud to tell me that the sight of her little sister in
    diapers didn't last very long as she, like most girls, was out of
    diapers not too long after her second birthday, ditto for Christie.
    Christie had no brothers, just two sisters, so she never heard her Mom
    complain about how much longer most boys take to be potty trained than
    girls. Christie had even mentioned to Tony and me that her mother used
    this as an incentive to get her girls potty trained, saying that only
    boys are still in diapers by the time they reach the age of three, "and
    you don't want to be a boy, do you?"
    	Christie became further aware of the difference between boys and
    girls as far as diapers and potty training were concerned when she went
    into kindergarten. She knew of three boys who were still in diapers.
    She had heard it from other girls she knew in kindergarten who talked
    about their brothers still being in diapers after they were three or
    four years old. One girl even mentioned that her brother was older than
    she was. Christie often told Tony and me about these things, knowing
    that we diaper boys would appreciate the story.
    	In the last couple of years, Christie has since then gotten used
    to seeing Tony and me in diapers every time she is there, which is not
    to say that she doesn't always acknowledge that we are wearing diapers.
    She hadn't yet seen me in Thickies diapers, much less three of them, so
    she was in for a surprise when she joined Kara in awakening us.
    	Tony and I were still sound asleep when Kara and Christie came
    into his bedroom to wake us up.
    	"Eww, it stinks in here!" Christie said, holding her nose.
    	"You should expect that, Christie," Kara said to her friend.
    "They do wear diapers, as you have probably noticed by now."
    	"Oh yeah," she replied, still holding her nose.
    	"Unplug your nose," Kara said to Christie. "Remember, we have a
    bet going."
    	"I know," Christie said as she let go of her nose and breathed in
    the smells of our diapers. The two girls then came up to the bed. Kara
    did all the awakening while Christie stood back and watched.
    	"Wake up, sleepybutts!" Kara shouted, having picked up the word
    "sleepybutts" from my sisters. She also learned it from my sisters to
    pull the covers off the bed and then slap our diapered butts a few
    dozen times like bongo drums. She did just this, having climbed up on
    the bed and then onto our legs. She patted our behinds as rapidly as
    she could. Christie was rolling on the floor according to what Kara
    told us later on. After I heard Christie laughing I lifted my head and
    looked behind me, seeing her standing at the foot of the bed. She and
    Kara were both dressed in short, tight-fitting shorts that revealed the
    contours of their rear ends, implicitly making a bold statement to
    indicate their girlhood, and by extension, their non-need for diapers.
    Christie reached for my feet and tickled them.
    	"No, no, stop!" I said as I drew my legs closer to my body to get
    my feet away from her. She must have been afraid to get too close to my
    stinky butt, and stinky it was!
    	"All right, that's enough, we're up!" Tony said lightly, still
    lying down on his stomach as he lifted his head and turned it to look
    at looked at Kara, then at Christie. I remained in my position as well,
    enjoying the attention Kara was giving my extremely diapered behind.
    	"Good morning, sleepybutts!" Christie said as she smiled and
    giggled at Tony and me.
    	"Mornin'" I said. "Or is it afternoon?" I had no idea.
    	"It's 2:30," Kara said.
    	"Holy shit!" Tony exclaimed as he quickly propped himself up on
    his hands and knees. "You serious? Is it *that* late?"
    	"Keep your diapers on, Tony. it's only about 10:15 or so," Kara
    said as she slapped his butt, being that he made it so readily
    available to Kara. Tony then looked at his clock. Kara and Christie
    were having a good laugh.
    	"I bet you made him crap his pants saying that," Christie said to
    Kara.
    	"Well, he doesn't have any pants on," Kara said, patting Tony's
    behind again and making it crinkle. "And besides, he's in diapers, so
    he can crap all he wants."
    	"From the smell in here, I think somebody did crap his diapers,"
    Christie said.
    	"I don't think it was Tony," Kara said as she grabbed the seats
    of his diapers. "Hard to tell through these three Thickies I put on
    him, though." She was oblivious to the fact that I was the one who put
    on the three diapers he was wearing.
    	"One of them is sure making it stink in here, Christie said. "And
    I *know* it isn't either of us girls!"
    	"Somebody needs a dia-per change!" Kara sang as she also smelled
    the strong poop odors. "Somebody pooped his dia-pers!"
    	Kara then pulled at the leg openings of Tony's thick diapers and
    examined the seat and confirmed her doubts that Tony had filled his
    diapers. She was surprised to see that he was only wet.
    	"Nope," Kara said. "You didn't even poop, so maybe it's time that
    you start potty training again."
    	"No way!" Tony said. Kara and Christie both laughed, seeing how
    determined Tony was to stay in diapers.
    	"Well, that only leaves one possibility. It's gotta be *you*,
    Chris!" Kara climbed up on top of me and the mountain of diapers on my
    butt and she tried to examine them, only to realize that with as many
    diapers as I had on it wasn't easy to make a visual inspection of the
    contents of my diapers. She should have learned this from my sisters as
    well.
    	"There's no way to tell since I can't get past all these diapers
    I put on you," Kara said. "But that's okay, I like playing with your
    diapered butt anyway."
    	"I've never seen Chris in diapers that thick before!" Christie
    said. "They get thicker every time I come over, I swear!"
    	"These are cloth Thickies he's wearing," Kara said to Christie.
    	"I know you told me the cloth ones are really thick, but geez!"
    Christie said in astonishment. "And they come up so high on him, too!"
    	"Of course," Kara said as she tugged on the top of my diapers,
    which came to about the same height as Kara's neck. "That gives them
    more room for the pee and especially the poop in the back and so they
    don't leak out the top. Besides, it's not like these boys need to worry
    about their diapers showing above their pants since they don't wear
    them anyway."
    	"As thick as they are I can see why," Christie said. "Is that
    just *one* diaper he's got on?"
    	"Actually, he's wearing three," Kara said. Christie's eyes
    widened.
    	"Does he *need* three diapers?" Christie asked.
    	"Not really, but he looks cuter in them, and besides, it'd smell
    a lot worse in here if he didn't have them on."
    	"Actually, there are eight reasons for me to wear such big and
    thick diapers," I chimed in. I then enumerated these reasons for the
    girls:

    (1) Big and thick diapers are even more conspicuous and difficult for
    observers not to notice.

    (2) Big and thick diapers draw even more attention to themselves (and
    the parts of the body they cover) and the purposes for which they are
    worn.

    (3) Big and thick diapers prohibit the use of pants, in which their
    absence helps to fulfill the first two purposes.

    (4) Big and thick diapers have a greater capacity so they can hold more
    and be worn for longer periods of time. This is especially true for
    diapers that rise up higher on the body.

    (5) Big and thick diapers allow for fewer diaper changes, but when
    diaper changes are performed, they last longer.

    (6) Big and thick diapers offer *some* degree of odor control by being
    thicker and keeping smells contained.

    (7) Big and thick diapers lessen the chances of unsightly and messy
    leakage to occur.

    (8) Big and thick diapers, especially worn in multiples and with extra
    pins used make the removal of them more difficult, thus reinforcing
    prohibition from using the toilet.

    	Christie was giggling by the time I got through the list, which I
    had recited word for word from memory. I even demonstrated each purpose
    and pointed it out as I went through the list.
    	"He still stinks, Kara, even with all those diapers you put on
    him, so put another dozen of them on his butt!" Christie said while
    plugging her nose and exaggerating her offense over the odors. The
    thought of wearing a dozen Thickies made my already hard dick stretch
    out to his furthest possible length. I nearly came on this thought
    alone. I knew it wasn't possible to wear this many Thickies diapers.
    Three Thickies was pushing the limit.
    	"You do realize that if you want to win the bet, then you have to
    put up with the smell," Kara reminded her friend of the bet that they
    had going.
    	"I know," Christie sighed. "I'm glad I haven't had breakfast
    yet."
    	"What's this bet you're talking about?" I asked, feeling very
    curious about it.
    	"Christie and I made a bet," Kara stated. "If she changes your
    diapers, I'll buy her the Barbie set that she really wanted and didn't
    get for her birthday."
    	"Oh, whoopee," Tony said sarcastically while shaking his hand as
    if he were jacking off without diapers on, something neither he or I
    have ever done.
    	"Remember how you felt about that Hot Wheels set you didn't get
    for Christmas that one time?" Kara said to her brother.
    	"Yeah, and I still want it, too," Tony said glumly.
    	"Then that's how Christie feels about the Barbie set she wanted,"
    Kara said.
    	"You know, that's not really a bet," I said. "It's a proposition.
    A bet is when you place a wager against an undetermined outcome."
    	"Whatever, Chris, just get your smelly butt on the changing pad,"
    Kara said as she stood next to it and directed me over there. Christie
    stared at me with anticipation. As I walked past her, she looked at my
    butt, probably thinking about how much of a poopy mess there would be
    underneath all those seemingly clean white layers of cloth. I took my
    position and watched as Kara handed Christie the appropriate supplies
    for cleaning me up. I sat there with a satisfied grin, knowing that
    this would be no easy task for any unseasoned diaper changer. Christy
    then brought the wipes and the bucket which had been kept in Tony's
    room for use when I stayed over for transporting my dirty diapers to
    the wash. She set these things down and then she knelt down before me.
    We exchanged looks. I was actually pretty calm and relaxed while she
    was the nervous one. I was enjoying this immensely. Christie's eyes
    intermittently switched between my face and my crotch. I just lay there
    and waited patiently as she examined the sticky, messy situation that
    she was about to get into.
    	"The poop's not going away by itself, you know," I said with a
    smirk on my face.
    	"Do I really want that Barbie set?" Christie asked. "Yes, I do,
    yes I do," she coached herself.
    	Christie crawled closer to me and fanned her face.
    	"You really stink, Chris, and I haven't even touched your diapers
    yet," I smiled as I somehow felt superior in this situation. She looked
    at my crotch more closely.
    	"I never realized just how thick your diapers really are,"
    Christie said to me as she looked at the bulging mounds of cloth
    protruding out from between my legs. This made me smile even more.
    	Christie hesitated and then she said, "Okay, here goes."
    	She reached for the waistband of my plastic pants and then she
    pulled them down in the front. I lifted my butt so that she could pull
    the pants off of my behind.
    	"Eww," she said as she began pulling the plastic pants down.
    "They're all wet and slimy."
    	"Uhh, that's to be expected," Kara said somewhat sarcastically.
    "Keep going."
    	All eyes were on Christie now. She took my plastic pants the rest
    of the way off and then she assessed the next task of taking out all my
    diaper pins. Because the pins were so big this made them easier for
    Christie to handle, even as tightly as they were fastened. She thought
    for a moment about which one to remove first, not that it really
    mattered. She then reached for the left side and grabbed one of the
    pins. She winced as she felt the wetness of my diaper.
    	"I might as well get used to the wet feel," she said.
    	"Remember, there's more than just pee in those diapers," Kara
    said to Christie while sitting on the bed next to Tony.
    	"Like I needed to be reminded of that," Christie said with a wry
    expression on her face.
    	After removing several pins from each side of the first diaper,
    Christie pulled it off of me, only to reveal another diaper just like
    the one she took off, only that it was wetter.
    	"You mean he's got more diapers on *under* his other diapers?"
    Christie said.
    	"I told you he was triple-diapered. You have one more to go."
    Kara stated.
    	"I can't believe your sisters do this every day," Christie said.
    "And all because you liked to poop in your underwear!"
    	I was laughing now, as was Tony. Christie got the second diaper
    off and exposed the last of the three Thickies. Christie wince as she
    noted how wet the diaper was. She set the second diaper in the bucket.
    	"You should be glad Chris isn't wearing his regular diapers,"
    Tony said. "Sometimes he wears twelve diapers then, don't you, Chris?"
    	"Yep, sometimes more than that!" I said, wishing I could jack off
    at the moment.
    	"Twelve? Twelve diapers?" Christie questioned. Her mouth was
    agape and her eyes were virtually lit up they were so widely opened.
    "You and Tony really are obsessed with this diaper thing!"
    	"I guess you'd have to be a boy to understand," Kara said as she
    shrugged when Christie looked at her. "I like changing them, but I'd
    never wear them."
    	"That I can't understand, either," Christie said. "It's enough to
    make me think twice about being a baby-sitter when I'm older."
    	"For one thing, most babysitters don't have to do so much work to
    do a diaper change," Kara said. "Besides, You get used to the time it
    takes, the smells and everything. I used to feel grossed out by Tony's
    messy diapers, too."
    	"I don't change diapers every day like you do, either," Christie
    replied.
    	"Maybe your Mom will have another baby, and then you'll be
    changing diapers every day," Kara said.
    	"Funny thing you mention that," Christie said. "Mom think she's
    pregnant."
    	"Oh?" Kara said, sounding surprised. "Maybe it'll be a boy and
    you'll have a little brother and you can change his diapers!"
    	"I hope not," Christie said. "That is, I hope I don't have to
    change his diapers all the time. Oh God, this is gonna be so-o-o-o si-
    i-i-ck!"
    	"If it's a boy, count on *at least* three years of diapers," Kara
    said. "You'll probably end up changing him at least a couple times."
    	"I would like a little brother this time," Christie said. "But no
    matter how long he's in diapers, I don't want to have to change him."
    	"You never know, he could turn out to be like Chris and Tony and
    be in diapers forever."
    	"And if he spends any time with us, he will," Tony stated.
    	Christie figured that she had dawdled long enough in conversation
    and felt that she had better proceed with the gruesome task of removing
    the third and wettest, heaviest diaper all covered with my stinky shit.
    	Christie held her nose as she undid the pins on the last diaper.
    The smell was getting to be too much for her. She was nearly
    asphyxiated by the odors. She then held her breath and continued to
    remove my innermost diaper. She eventually had to come up for air, and
    in doing so, she gasped.
    	The diaper was finally unpinned, but it was still wrapped around
    me, clinging to my skin by a layer of shit that virtually encircled my
    entire body. Christie got up to take a breath of fresh air. She then
    returned to reveal the mess that she was to clean up. She pulled away
    the diaper and released my hard-on from its confinement in the diaper.
    My dick stood straight up, its shaft coated in shit as were my balls.
    The front of the diaper was completely soiled.
    	"Yuk! He's got poop all over, even in the front!"
    	That's nothing unusual," Kara said. "At least being boys, they
    don't have to worry about getting poop down in their slits since they
    don't have them like us girls do."
    	"His dicky is all big again!" Christie pointed at my erection.
    	"They're always big like that when they get their diapers
    changed. I mean, you've noticed Tony's always like that when I've
    changed him."
    	"I guess having no brothers and a modest dad, I don't get to see
    things like that very often," Christie said. "Why does it do that?"
    	"It means boys like it when they get their diapers changed," Kara
    said, smiling at Tony and then at me.
    	Christie hesitated as she tried to acclimate herself to the
    strong odors.
    	"I can't do this," she said. "I don't have to have that Barbie
    set."
    	"Christie, you've made it this far; you're almost there."
    	"I know, but this will be the hardest part," she said.
    	"So is the last part of climbing Mount Everest," Kara stated.
    "You think those guys turn back once they're that close?"
    	"Probably not," Christie said. "But we're not talking about
    climbing a mountain. I'm changing a twelve-year-old boy's diapers.
    PHEW!"
    	Christie grabbed one of the dampened wash cloths that were used
    to clean up the excess poop first. She held it in her hand as she
    prepared to take that initial wipe over my crotch and my balls. She
    winced again as she stuck her hand onto my nads and rubbed some of the
    poop off of them. I thought that she was going to finally do it, but
    after the first wipe, she backed away.
    	"That's it, I just can't do this," Christie said in resignation.
    "It's too gross!"
    	"Tell you what," Kara said. "You made it this far, I think you
    deserve the Barbie set anyway."
    	"You think so?" Kara said.
    	"Yeah, I'll admit, changing Chris was a bit too much for your
    first time, especially with how much he was diapered and how much poop
    he put in them."
    	"Thanks!" Christie said.
    	"You could change Tony instead; he's only wet," Kara said.
    	"Not anymore," Tony said. He then spread his legs apart and let
    Kara see that he had pooped in his diapers while he was sitting there.
    He had to pull on the crotch to let Kara see the pop beneath the three
    diapers.
    	"On second thought, maybe not," Kara said. "I'll finish changing
    Chris for you," Kara offered.
    	Just before Kara got up, she got doused by a stream of pee coming
    from my erect penis. I got her shirt wet.
    	"Ewww! Chris just peed on me!" Christie said. "My shirt's all
    wet!"
    	"Sorry, but I can't control when I pee anymore," I said, now
    feeling a little guilty.
    	"You can put on one of my shirts for now," Kara offered.
    	"It's on my shorts, too!" Christie exclaimed. "Now I look like
    *I* wet myself!"
    	"It'll dry," Kara assured her friend.
    	"It'll smell, too," Christie said. "And I certainly don't want to
    smell like *I* peed my pants! If you don't mind, I'd rather just go
    home and change," she said.
    	"Sure, but don't leave just yet. As soon as I change Chris and
    Tony I'll go with you and we can then go to the store to get your
    Barbie set."
    	"I don't really want it now," Christie said.
    	"You do too, and you're gonna get it; you earned it," Kara said.
    	"Okay, I guess I do want it," Christie said. "Actually, there's a
    smaller set that I'll take instead."
    	"Whatever you want, that's fine," Kara said.
    	"I'll pitch in half and get the big one," Christie said, getting
    all wishy-washy about the whole thing. "I'll get some money when we go
    to my house."
    	I could tell Kara was starting to lose her patience at this
    point. She didn't say anything more and she finished cleaning me up.
    She then effortlessly stacked a clean triple set of Thickies diapers on
    me and pinned them up as tightly as the night before using all of the
    pins. She then sealed up my huge set of diapers in the equally huge
    plastic pants. She then ran my dirty diapers to the wash and then came
    back to diaper Tony. While Kara was out of the room Christie asked me
    about my obsession for diapers, which it was. I welcomed the
    opportunity to tell her how I felt about wearing diapers. She tried to
    understand why I liked to wear them and why my sisters and I enjoyed
    our respective roles in my wearing diapers. I felt awkward talking
    about boys' sexuality to a nine-year-old girl and I simply told her
    that it makes me feel good to wear diapers.
    	Now it was Tony's turn to get his diapers changed. They weren't
    as full of pee and poop as my diapers were, but I doubted that Christie
    would have been ready to handle his mess, either.
    	"So why were you to sleeping so late?" Kara asked Tony while she
    wiped his butt and his nuts clean.
    	"We were up late," he said. "You know how it is when you have
    sleepovers."
    	"How late were you two up?" she asked.
    	"Well, it was past 2:00 in the morning by the time we finally got
    settled down," Tony said, trying to avoid telling Kara that he and I
    were out past curfew last night roaming the neighborhood in our
    diapers.
    	"What were you guys doing so late?" she asked. Tony decided that
    he would confess, at least partially.
    	"Chris and I were running around outside," Tony said.
    	"Where did you go?" Kara asked.
    	"We went up and down the street a ways," Tony said. Kara then
    noticed that Tony had left his three diapers from the night before on
    the floor next to his diaper bin.
    	"Did you change yourself last night?" Kara asked him.
    	"Yeah, I did," he replied. He then confessed everything that we
    did last night, only omitting the details about the cop coming after
    us. We also felt the Lisa's loss of her virginity (as far as I know
    anyway) was not really necessary to disclose.
    	"Don't tell Mom we went out last night, okay?" Tony pleaded.
    	"Well, I'll keep quiet about it if you do one thing," Kara said.
    	"What's that?" Tony asked.
    	"You and Chris have to come with Christie and me to her house and
    then to the toy store."
    	"Wait a minute," Tony said. "I'm not about to do that! It's risky
    enough running around in the middle of the night in diapers. I'm not
    about to do it in broad daylight."
    	"At least it's not after curfew," Kara said.
    	"But it's indecent exposure," I said. "It'd be like Tony and me
    going around in our underwear."
    	"Well, for you boys--"
    	"Yes, we know, our diapers *are* our underwear," Tony said,
    having heard this phrase several times.
    	"Why do I have to go?" I asked Kara.
    	"Because I'll tell your Mom, too," she smirked. I figured even if
    I didn't go, something would get back to my Mom and Dad about it anyway
    and then I'd be up shit creek without a paddle or diapers. I may even
    get paddled on the butt without diapers, and I didn't want that. It
    didn't take Tony and I long to decide which was the better choice. We
    both knew we were very vulnerable and at Kara's mercy.
    	"We'll go with you," Tony said in resignation to his little, but
    dominant sister.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 54
    ---------------------------

    	Tony still hadn't yet put his shirt on. He was going through his
    closet to select the longest shirt he could find. I stared at his butt
    and observed how indiscreetly high-rising his disposable diaper went up
    on his body. He found a shirt that came down all the way over his
    diaper except that part of his diapered bottom still showed and that
    the diaper itself was thick enough to bulge through his shirt. He only
    had one diaper on now.
    	As for me, I had no way to hide my diapers from view even
    partially. Tony tried to find me another shirt of his that I might be
    able to conceal my diapers with, but none of them would come down
    enough to cover even half of my huge triple-stacked Thickies diapers,
    and if they did, the fact that my diapers protruded outward so much
    from my body would make hiding them with a shirt to be a fruitless
    effort. With this I decided to put on the shirt I brought with me. It
    covered the top four or five inches of my diapers, but since the
    diapers themselves went up so high over my waist, this left most of the
    surface of my diapers still exposed.
    	Tony and I left his bedroom and we went into the kitchen to get
    something to drink before we left. I saw the newspaper laying on the
    kitchen table. The headline of the local section read: "Police arrest
    four suspected in rash of burglaries." I read through the article to
    see if it was about the recent break-in problems in our neighborhood,
    which it was. I was further surprised to find out that the suspects had
    been chased on foot through the same alley that Tony and I were hiding
    in. In fact, much of the activity reported in the article occurred
    right where Tony and I had been running around in our diapers.
    	In fact, Tony and I may have even unintentionally helped to lead
    the police to the suspects. The article reported that police were
    tipped off by a resident who saw the light in his back yard go on. He
    said that when he checked things out he saw a group of four people
    retreating over the fence. The resident in question lived on the same
    street as the area Tony and I were in. It scared me to think that we
    may have run into those thugs face to face had our timing been any
    different.
    	"Check this out, Tony!" I said, showing him the article. He
    quickly scanned through it and was also surprised to realize how close
    to danger we were, being that the suspects in question were reportedly
    armed.
    	Tony's mother came into the kitchen and she commented on the
    suspected burglars being caught. She then asked us what we were going
    to do that day.
    	"Dunno yet," Tony said. "Same things we do most Sundays, at least
    until tonight."
    	"I hope you didn't light off too many of our fireworks last
    night, since I'm not buying any more."
    	"We know," Tony said. "We still have a lot."
    	Tony's mother then returned to the living room to watch the
    Fourth of July parade on TV. After Tony and I each finished off the
    rest of the orange juice, the girls came into the kitchen to tell us
    that they were ready to go.
    	"Okay," Tony said hesitantly. He and I went out the front door
    first, followed by Kara and Christie.
    	"Are you boys going outside like that?" Tony's mom asked us.
    	"We don't have much of a choice," Tony said.
    	"The whole neighborhood knows you wear diapers anyway," his
    mother said. "Have fun, and don't cause anyone to wreck," she joked,
    referring to the fact that drivers would be distracted by seeing us in
    diapers. It was either that, or the fact that the bright sun would
    shine on our white diapers and blind anyone who stared at our butts.
    	We walked across the yard towards the street. Even before we
    reached the sidewalk we encountered a group of kids who laughed at me
    when they saw that I was in nothing but a T-shirt and some very thick
    diapers. Several of them stared as they rode their bikes past me. They
    were all boys. Perhaps they were just jealous and wished they could
    wear diapers, too, I reasoned.
    	I felt rather nervous and embarrassed as we walked down the
    sidewalk. It was only five blocks to Christie's house from Tony's
    house, but that was far enough for me to walk wearing diapers and only
    diapers. Naturally, as it seemed, every kid in Tony's section of the
    neighborhood was outside playing, most of them in shorts or swimwear.
    Two boys were in just their underwear. Being that it was a Sunday as
    well as the Fourth of July, a lot of families were at home. The weather
    seemed to bring most everyone out to play.
    	Most of the kids on Tony's street knew that Tony wore diapers and
    most of them were used to seeing him in his yard wearing just his
    diapers. While his extra thick disposable diapers drew even more
    attention because of this characteristic, my cloth Thickies stole the
    show, in a manner of speaking. Most of these kids had probably never
    even seen cloth diapers and plastic pants. I could tell that everyone
    was looking at me. I looked behind me and saw the street full of kids
    all staring at my multi-diapered butt. The usual references to being a
    baby, being stinky, having a very heavily diapered butt, being asked if
    I needed to be changed, etc. came from the growing group of gawkers. It
    seemed that only the girls who stared at us wanted to change our
    diapers.
    	It wasn't even easy to walk while wearing such heavy diapers and
    I had to waddle all the way, which only made me stand out even more.
    Every time a car approached I cringed, wondering what the driver and
    passengers would say, being that one could count on at least one adult
    or near-adult being in the car driving.
    	I also saw a boy who was probably age four or maybe younger, but
    he was in Pull-Ups. I took pleasure in thinking that this boy was
    probably nagged about using the toilet because "big boys go to the
    potty" and all that bullshit. It turned out that I had an opportunity
    to dispel that notion when the boy came up to me and asked me if I was
    wearing diapers.
    	"Yes, I am," I said as I lifted my shirt so he could see how big
    and thick my diapers were as well as how high up they went on me.
    	"That's a really big diaper!" he said.
    	"It's *three* diapers!" I said. I turned around so that he could
    get a better look at the layers over my butt.
    	"Three diapers?" the little boy said curiously.
    	"All the better to pee and poop in!" I said. Tony stood nearby
    and laughed. Kara and Christie didn't even realize we had stopped until
    they got up the street about another block or so before coming back to
    find out what was holding us up.
    	The boy then pointed to the pins that were showing through my
    plastic pants and he asked me what they were. I pulled my plastic pants
    down to show him.
    	"They hold my diapers on," I said. "I bet you never seen cloth
    diapers before."
    	"No," he said. "My mom got me Pampers before she got me Pull-
    Ups," the boy said.
    	"These are Thickies," I said.
    	"How old are you?" the boy asked me.
    	"I'm twelve," I said.
    	"I can only count to ten," the boy said.
    	"Its ten, plus two more years," I said. "I'm older than ten."
    	"Why are you wearing diapers?" he asked.
    	"Because I love wearing them," I said. "I like how they look and
    feel, especially after I poop in them several times. I like that slimy
    feeling of poop all over my butt." The boy looked at me funny but he
    seemed to be amused by my rather vulgar description of how I liked my
    diapers so much. I was starting to get carried away in my interests of
    "recruiting" this boy into a life of diapers, but the boy did ask me,
    after all, why I like to wear diapers. I wasn't going to lie to him and
    give him a dishonest answer, and I didn't want to give the boy the
    impression that it was okay to lie, so I felt that my response to his
    question was perfectly justified.
    	"How old are you?" I asked the boy.
    	"I'm gonna be four," he said as he held up four fingers.
    	"And you're still wearing diapers," I said. "Lots of boys your
    age wear diapers, you know."
    	"They're called Pull-Ups!" he said. "Mommy says they're NOT
    diapers."
    	"They're still diapers, no matter what your mommy tells you," I
    said, hoping to drill this into his head. "If it looks like a diaper
    and you can use it like a diaper, then you have a diaper."
    	The boy just giggled as he stared at my very thick diapers.
    	"They are kind of thick, aren't they?" I said to the boy, seeing
    that the magnitude of my diapers was holding his attention. I turned
    around and said, "they're thickest back here in the butt!" I was having
    so much fun with this kid. He just smiled.
    	"My mommy says Pull-Ups aren't diapers and that I should be
    taking them off to go to the baf'room!"
    	"Now what gave her *that* silly idea?" I said, hoping to reverse
    any progress his mother may have made in toilet training.
    	"My mommy says I hafta start using the potty because she says she
    doesn't want me to wear diapers anymore."
    	"How do *you* feel about wearing diapers?" I asked him. "Not your
    mom, you." He gave me this shy and embarrassed look, but I could tell
    he wanted to answer.
    	"Do you like to wear diapers?" I asked him. He nodded his head
    and put his hands on his cheeks, his facial cheeks, that is.
    	"What do you think when your mommy says you have to go to the
    potty?"
    	The boy may not have understood my question, so I asked him, "Do
    you like it when your mommy tells you to go potty?"
    	"No," he said. I could barely contain my excitement now. I knew
    exactly how this boy felt.
    	"She yells at me when I don't do it," the boy said, hinting as
    his resentfulness for how he was treated for not complying with his
    mother's expectations. I could understand more and more what made me
    want to keep wearing diapers and why I learned to hate the toilet when
    I was being forced through this most miserable stage of toddlerhood.
    	"My mommy and daddy yelled at me, too," I said. "They'd make me
    stay in the bathroom all day." I then got carried away and embellished
    my story a little. "I kept pooping in my pants until they gave up and
    put me in diapers for good."
    	Tony then came up to the boy to show him that he had a diaper on,
    too.
    	"I'm wearing a diaper, too," Tony said. "Look, whatever your Mom
    tells you about being a big boy, tell her that big boys wear diapers,
    too, okay?"
    	"And tell her that only girls use the toilet!" I added.
    	"Tell her that all boys should be in diapers, always!" Tony
    continued.
    	The boy just chuckled. At this point I could hear his mother
    calling him from the front door of the house he lived in.
    	"Josh, get in here now!" his mother yelled. She looked over at
    Tony and me like we were a couple of freaks. Kara and Christie had also
    come back to us at about this time.
    	"What were you telling that little boy?" Kara asked me.
    	"I was telling him not to use the potty," I said.
    	"Chris!" Kara said as she jabbed me in the arm. "Just because you
    and Tony like to wear diapers doesn't mean everyone else does!"
    	"He said he likes to wear diapers and he doesn't like to use the
    potty," I said. "I'm just saving his mother the frustration of trying
    to force him to do something that he doesn't want to do. I know how he
    feels. I hated toilet training."
    	"Because of you two, he'll probably grow up to be just like you
    and Tony," Kara said.
    	"Yep, probably so!" Tony said proudly. He lifted his shirt to
    show off his diaper to some other kids who were playing. Tony had
    loosened up and he kept his shirt rolled up so more of his diaper would
    show. He kept his shirt up like this until we got to Christie's house.
    	"Now don't you be pitching your anti-toilet ideas to my little
    sister," Christie warned me jokingly.
    	"She's a girl," I said. "I had absolutely no such intentions
    whatsoever."
    	"I know," Christie said as she smiled and patted me on the butt.
    "I wasn't really concerned, I just wanted to hear your reaction."
    	Christie opened the door and invited us into her house. We were
    greeted in the front room by Christie's two sisters Courtney, who was
    five and had long, dark hair, and Marcie, who was thirteen with long
    blonde hair. Marcie had on some very short black shorts that accented
    her tall, slender legs. Courtney had on a one-piece swimsuit in neon
    tie-dye colors. It had ridden up into the crack of her butt, which was
    positive proof that she had no diapers on. It didn't take the girls
    long to notice that both Tony and I were only wearing diapers,
    especially me. Courtney just stared at us and giggled while Marcie
    walked over to us.
    	"Hello, diaper boys!" she greeted us.
    	"This is my sister Marcie," Christie introduced us. "And that's
    Courtney."
    	"You guys really do wear diapers," Marcie said. "Christie's told
    me all about you boys."
    	"What all has she told you?" I asked Marcie.
    	"Not much, just that you two go around in diapers all the time,"
    Marcie said. "Why do you guys wear diapers anyway?"
    	"We like them," I said.
    	"Yeah, I'll say you do," Marcie said as she stood back and
    examined the thickness of my diapers. "Looks like you're wearing just a
    few of them there."
    	"Yeah, I am sort of diapered up," I said with a nervous chuckle.
    	"I think they look cute on you!" Marcie said.
    	"Thanks," I said, feeling my face blushing.
    	Marcie looked over at Tony, who appeared to be somewhat jealous
    that I was getting such attention from Marcie.
    	"You look cute in diapers, too," Marcie said as she patted Tony
    on the shoulder. She asked him about the diaper he was wearing, being
    that it was a disposable and much thinner than my diapers, but still
    much thicker than an average baby's diaper. Tony explained that they
    were Thickies brand and that he was going to be in the commercial for
    them, but was turned down.
    	"Awww, that's too bad," Marcie said.
    	"Chris is still going," Tony said in a mixed tone, one that
    expressed his disappointment for him, but assurance that this didn't
    interfere with our friendship.
    	"But why are your diapers so thick?" Marcie asked me.
    	"Everybody asks me that," I said. "I'm just a thick-diapers sort
    of boy, I guess."
    	"At least you don't have to be changed very often, that's for
    sure! Who changes you anyway?"
    	"Usually my sisters," I said. This surprised Marcie.
    	"I bet they hate that job," Marcie commented.
    	"Actually, they enjoy it," I said. This surprised Marcie.
    	"That's one reason I've gotten to wearing them as thick as I do.
    My sisters just kept diapering me thicker and thicker until they
    couldn't get any more diapers on me. And then they came out with
    Thickies for boys like me who like really thick diapers. I'm wearing
    three of them."
    	"I see," Marcie said. "You can wear your diapers, I'll stick to
    panties, thank you."
    	"I don't see how you can stand it, Kara," Christie said to her.
    "I tried changing Chris this morning and the smell of his poop made me
    sick!"
    	"You get used to it," Kara said. "I change Tony's diapers for him
    a lot of the time now," Kara told Marcie.
    	"I guess you would get used to it if you had someone around the
    house who wears diapers all the time," Marcie said. She then looked at
    Courtney, who then extended her arms out in front of her and started
    waving her hands all about while backing away, giggling and saying "no,
    no, no!"
    	"What?" Marcie said to Courtney. "I wasn't talking about *you*
    wearing diapers, silly!"
    	"Good, 'cuz diapers stink and I wouldn't want to wear them since
    diapers are for babies!"
    	"And boys," Kara added. "Isn't that right, Tony? Chris?" We
    nodded in agreement.
    	"And Chris peed on my shirt when I tried to change him," Christie
    said, showing Marcie the light stain where my pee had sprayed Christie.
    "That's what we came over for."
    	"So why did you guys come with them?" Marcie asked us. "You
    walked all the way from Kara's house in your diapers?"
    	"Yep," Tony said.
    	"I didn't have any choice," I said. "Can't fit anything over
    these diapers, except more diapers."
    	"I don't think you need any more diapers than what you have on
    now," Marcie said while playing with her long hair, wrapping it around
    her index finger.
    	At this point Christie went into her room to change her shirt
    that I peed on unintentionally. Kara went with her while Marcie and
    Courtney stayed out in the front room. Courtney then left to bring her
    friend over to play in the back yard.
    	Marcie offered us each a soda. We sat on the couch and drank them
    while Marcie asked us about why Tony and I wear diapers. She was
    intrigued by this, but assured us that she would never wear diapers
    herself.
    	"It must be a boys thing," she said. "You boys are always getting
    into gross things like that. But I do wish I had a little brother. I
    hope my Mom will have a boy this time!"
    	"Why, so you can have someone around to keep in diapers?" Tony
    asked wittily.
    	"Depends on his potty training," Marcie said. "I hear boys take
    longer to potty train than girls."
    	"They do," I said with a smile. "I was still in diapers when I
    was four."
    	"Well, it doesn't look like that's changed any," she said. "How
    old are you?"
    	"We're twelve," I said.
    	"A twelve year old in diapers," she remarked. "I thought I had
    seen it all. What grade are you guys in?"
    	"We'll be in seventh grade this year," I said.
    	"Then you'll be in junior high," she said. "I'll be in eighth
    grade, so I may see you guys. Do you wear diapers to school?"
    	"Oh yeah, we have to wear them," Tony said.
    	"I hope you have some pants to wear," Marcie said to me. "I think
    the dress code requires that you wear them."
    	"I wear disposables in school," I said. "No way I could get away
    with wearing these cloth diapers, not even one of them."
    	"So why do you guys wear diapers?" Marcie asked us again. "Do you
    have to wear them or something?"
    	"Actually, because we've been in diapers for almost four years,
    now we have to wear them since we can't make it to the bathroom
    anymore."
    	"So you're just like babies and you go pee and poo anytime, eh?"
    	"Something like that," I said.
    	"You'll hate P.E. class if you have to strip down in front of
    everyone and show everyone your diapers."
    	"Shit, everyone knows we wear diapers anyway," I said.
    	"There'll be more kids in junior high," Marcie said. "They'll
    tease you about anything and everything. They teased me for wearing
    braces and having too many zits. I can just imagine what they'll say
    about you two wearing diapers."
    	"You mean you don't already know of anyone there who wears
    diapers?" I asked Marcie.
    	"I've heard that some of the boys in my class do, but I haven't
    checked myself or anything," she said.
    	Several minutes had passed before we realized that Kara and
    Christie hadn't come out yet.
    	"I wonder what's taking them so long," Tony said.
    	"I'll go check on them," Marcie said. Just as Marcie left the
    room, somebody came through the front door. I assumed it was Christie's
    mother, especially as she was wearing a shirt that read BABY with an
    arrow pointing downward.
    	"Hello," the lady said to us. No doubt she was taken aback by
    seeing that Tony and I had no pants on and were in very prominent
    diapers. She didn't even know who we were.
    	"Who are you boys?" she asked.
    	"I'm Chris," I said. Tony also told the lady his name.
    	"You boys have diapers on!" she said.
    	"Yeah, that's what they are," Tony said.
    	"Who invited you over?" she asked.
    	"Christie," Tony said. "Kara came over with her and we came with
    Kara. I'm Kara's brother."
    	"That explains the diapers," she said, hinting that she didn't
    accept this very well. "Christie's told me about Kara and her brother
    who wears diapers, so you must be him.
    	"Who are you?" she asked me.
    	"I'm Tony's friend," I said.
    	"I've never seen boys your age in diapers before," she said.
    "Seems a bit unusual that you boys would still be wearing them at your
    age. Have you any pants to wear?"
    	"This is all we have to wear," I said.
    	"A tad bit indecent, I must say," the lady said, not approving of
    our attire.
    	"We go around like this all the time," Tony said.
    	"So that's what Christie has said," the lady told us. "I would
    like you boys to leave."
    	"We're just waiting for my sister," Tony said.
    	"I will not have you boys in my house wearing just diapers!" she
    said. "If you want to come back in proper clothes, that's fine."
    	She then went to the door and opened it, directing Tony and me to
    leave.
    	"Run along now," she said to us. If it weren't for Christie being
    friends with Tony's sister I would have flipped this lady off and told
    her to kiss my diapered butt after she licked clean a place on my poop-
    covered buttocks to plant her lips on it.
    	Now Tony and I had to go back to his house all alone with just
    diapers to wear. We decided that if we took the alley there wouldn't be
    as many people to see us. We cut back through the back yard, where
    Courtney and her friend were playing. They both laughed as Tony and I
    walked past them.
    	"They're in diapers!" the other little girl shouted. "Look at
    their butts!"
    	Tony and I just kept walking through the yard until we located
    the gate. Naturally it was padlocked and we had to climb over it to get
    to the alley. Just as we cleared the fence we saw Kara and Christie
    coming into the back yard. They told us to wait up, but we decided to
    keep going, anything to avoid dealing with that prudish wench of a
    mother that Christie had. Tony and I walked back to his house as fast
    as we could. A few people still saw us, though. It felt good to finally
    get back to Tony's house.
    	Tony and I tried to find something to watch on TV, but there
    really wasn't anything good on. We were gamed out and we were just
    plain bored. Even writing diaper stories or drawing diaper pictures
    didn't sound appealing at the moment. The heat must have been getting
    to me. It was early afternoon by this time I was ready to go back home.
    I had no idea what my family would be doing today since it was the
    Fourth of July. Usually we didn't do anything. Perhaps a nap was in
    order. Tony and I watched some TV, anyway, but we quickly became bored.
    	"Maybe we can do what we did last night, but in the daytime,"
    Tony said.
    	"You mean, go to my house and get my bike?"
    	"Yeah," Tony said. "Enough people have seen us in diapers that it
    doesn't really matter who sees me now," he said. "Besides, I want to go
    buy some more fireworks."

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 55
    ---------------------------

    	I wasn't sure whether or not I was ready to go back out into the
    street again in broad daylight wearing just my diapers, but Tony and I
    had done it once already and many of the kids who lived in the
    neighborhood had already seen us anyway.
    	Tony grabbed some of his money to buy some fireworks, but he then
    realized that he had no pockets to put it in as diapers were notably
    lacking of this taken-for-granted feature found on most pants and
    shorts. He decided he would change into one of his polo shirts with a
    pocket on it so he could carry his money there. After this we put our
    shoes on and went outside.
    	Tony got his bike out and pedaled over to me. He scooted his
    diapered butt forward and patted the seat while he raised his butt in
    the air and stood on the pedals.
    	"Get on!" he said to me. With this I took the seat and held onto
    Tony's waist as he rode through the front yard and out to the street. I
    got hard from the sensation of the bumpy ride as well as the sight of
    Tony's diaper so close to my face. He got the bike up to a good pace as
    we rode past the same kids that had seen us just moments ago as well as
    some who had not seen us before. As expected, we drew plenty of stares
    from the other kids as well as some adults. We really shocked an old
    lady who was out front tending to her flowers that lined the sidewalk.
    	"You kids get some decent clothes on!" she yelled at us as we
    approached her, shaking her finger.
    	"Diapers aren't decent enough for you?" Tony yelled back at the
    decrepit-looking old biddy.
    	"Bitch!" I yelled as we rode farther away from her.
    	As we approached the house where the little boy in Pull-Ups was
    playing I looked around for him and saw him playing with a hose. I
    noticed that this time he wasn't in Pull-Ups, but a full-fledged
    diaper. He smiled as we waved at him and slowed down.
    	"Now I got diapers on like you do!" he said proudly. We would
    have stopped, but his mother was outside with him. We wanted to find
    out why he was in diapers after having see him in Pull-Ups earlier.
    	Christie's house was coming up. As we rode up to it we saw Kara
    and Christie coming out the front door.
    	"So where are you guys headed?" they asked as they saw us riding
    past.
    	"We're getting some fireworks and then we're going to Chris'
    house," Tony said as he suddenly brought the bike to a stop. I slid
    forward because of the sudden stop and my face was buried in Tony's
    butt. I could tell he had pooped his diaper from the smell I detected
    with my nose pressed up against the seat of his diaper.
    	"See what you started?" Christie said to Kara in a light way.
    	"What?" Kara asked.
    	"Now that they've been outside in their diapers in front of
    everyone, they'll start doing it all the time!"
    	"It doesn't matter, really, since Chris will eventually be seen
    in diapers on TV by everyone!" Kara said. This segued into another
    discussion about my going to California as well as Tony's rejection.
    While he accepted it as gracefully as he could, I knew he felt highly
    disappointed by it.
    	I realized at this time that because of Christie's mom, we were
    not able to fulfill Kara's request that we go with her to the toy store
    in our diapers. I asked her if she was going to snitch on us.
    	"It wasn't you guys' fault, so no, we'll let it slide," Kara
    assured us.
    	"Sorry about my mom," Christie apologized.
    	"That's all right," I said. "I guess with having only girls in
    your house she isn't used to seeing anyone going around in diapers."
    	"My mom's just weird," Christie said. "I'm surprised she lets
    Marcie and I get away with what we wear."
    	After a couple minutes we got going again, parting ways with the
    girls as they headed back to Tony's house.
    	Tony and I had remained in the subdivision as we went around on
    his bike in our diapers. There was a fireworks stand just down on the
    corner, requiring us to ride a couple blocks along a busy street.
    	"Are you sure you want fireworks that badly?" I said, hoping to
    talk Tony out of wanting to venture further where many people would see
    us in diapers.
    	"My Mom never gets the ones I want," Tony said.
    	"I'll stay here," I said.
    	"Come on, Chris, we've been going around in diapers all day, and
    if we do this, then we can pretty much go around anywhere in just our
    diapers."
    	"I'm not sure," I said.
    	"Either we both go, or we both don't go," he said. I didn't want
    to let Tony down and make him miss getting the fireworks he wanted.
    	"Ahh, what the hell," I said. "Pretty soon everybody and their
    cat is going to see me in diapers anyway," I said.
    	"Don't you mean, everybody and their dog?" Tony said.
    	"I like cats better," I said to relieve some of my tension. Tony
    just grinned. With this, he proceeded to pedal forward out onto the
    sidewalk. Dozens of cars passed by, some of them honking as it was
    plainly obvious that we had on diapers. A few pedestrians saw us as
    well.
    	The real challenge was going up to the fireworks stand itself. At
    least two dozen people, including their kids, were gathered around.
    When the light changed to green and gave us the WALK signal, Tony rode
    across. I didn't look at the people in their cars waiting at the red
    light on the cross street. I did hear a little girl say "hey look!" out
    the window of the car she was in, though.
    	"This is it, there's no turning back now," Tony said. He and I
    got off his bike and parked it next to a bench for city bus users to
    sit on while waiting, and then we walked over to the fireworks stand. I
    was so nervous, but at the same time I was getting a thrill from it,
    exposing my diapers to several complete strangers. All the kids were
    looking at us funny, and I must have looked back at them with an
    awkward expression as well. Most of the adults there were mothers, many
    of whom looked at us but had the decency to say nothing. A few teenage
    girls and their boyfriends were there as well. Their boyfriends made a
    few rude comments, but other than that, everyone left us alone. Even
    the other boys and girls close to our age didn't say much of anything
    to us. We heard some people say "diapers" every now and then, however.
    	I then saw one heavyset girl in the crowd who looked familiar.
    She had her back turned. Her wide butt was barely clothed in tight,
    high-cut denim shorts, exposing her sunburned legs. Her long straight
    red hair ran down her back, made virtually bare by the fact that all
    she was wearing on top was a bikini top. She then turned her head and I
    realized that it was Megan!
    	"Uhh, Megan?" I said. She turned around and looked at Tony and
    me.
    	"Chris! Tony! Look at you guys!" she exclaimed.
    	"It was Tony's idea," I said shyly.
    	"I didn't think you guys would come out in public in your
    diapers!" she said ever so loudly. "But you both look cute in them."
    	"Thanks," I said. "So do you-- that is, not in dia--"
    	"I know, " Megan said as she slapped mine and Tony's diapered
    butts.
    	"I see you've taken things a little further with how much
    diapering you wear," she said as she examined the magnitude of our
    diapers. She was not at all inhibited by the presence of the other
    people.
    	"I didn't recognize you with your hair straight down," I said to
    Megan. "Usually you have it in a ponytail."
    	"When it's hot I like to just let it hang out," Megan said.
    	We then stepped up to the counter to make our selections. The kid
    behind the counter couldn't help but to keep looking at Tony and me in
    our diapers, but he did his best to serve us just like anyone else.
    Tony bought a couple of whistling fountains and some other noise-makers
    that were still legal. Megan made her selections at the same time.
    	After Tony was handed his change and his fireworks, a kid asked
    us, "What are you doing going around in diapers?"
    	"Don't knock 'em 'till you try 'em," Tony said. We then walked
    away from the crowd. Megan came right behind us.
    	"I can't believe you guys are actually doing this!" Megan said as
    she came running towards us with her own bag of fireworks. "Do you
    realize how many people were staring at your butts?"
    	"Yeah, probably everyone, kind of hard to miss, you know, but
    they don't know us anyway," Tony said confidently.
    	"And they're all going to see me on TV anyway," I said.
    	"You mean you guys *made* it?" Megan said.
    	"He did, I didn't," Tony said with a sullen tone.
    	"I'm sorry to hear that, Tony," Megan said as she put her arm
    around him to console him. "Too bad you both don't get to go."
    	"It's all right," Tony said. "I still got a year's supply of
    Thickies diapers out of it."
    	"Yeah, but I know you would have liked being in a commercial for
    diapers," Megan said. She walked with us as we went back across the
    street. We told Megan about our summer camp and she told us about her
    summer as well. She had been babysitting. The three-year-old boy she
    had told me about before was getting closer to four. Last time I had
    asked Megan she told me he was not potty trained yet. Immediately, I
    asked about an update on this.
    	"I'm still changing his diapers," Megan said. "Not even Pull-Ups,
    diapers. He must be related to you."
    	"Well, he is a boy, I think that alone qualifies him to still be
    in diapers," I said. Megan just smiled at this comment. We then
    discussed out respective plans for the Fourth of July. Megan invited me
    to come to the barbecue they had going on at their house and then light
    off fireworks with them once it was dark, but recommended that we might
    want to get some shorts to wear over our diapers first. Tony and I
    agreed that this would be fun and we could have one big combined
    fireworks show, although Tony and I really wanted to have a fireworks
    show while wearing just our diapers. In spite of this I told Megan that
    I would call her after I asked my Mom about it.
    	"Well, guys, I'd better get back home," Megan said. With this,
    she gave Tony and I each a hug and a kiss. I stood and watched her butt
    and her thighs jiggle as she walked back towards her house.
    	"We did it!" Tony and I said as we high-fived each other. We felt
    like we had accomplished a great thing to be among others in a public
    environment in our diapers.
    	"I'm sure that tonight lots of people will be talking about the
    two boys they saw at the fireworks stand wearing diapers!" I said.
    	We went back to my house again. Our original plan for both of us
    to go riding our bikes in diapers was scrapped as we were both getting
    too hot and tired from the mid-afternoon sun beating down on us at
    about a hundred degrees. I looked down at my legs and saw that they
    were starting to turn red from sunburn. Tony was also beginning to show
    signs of sunburn as well.
    	When we got to my house, I discovered that one of the cars was
    gone. Nobody was home except for Dad. I saw him out in the back yard
    repainting the fence. Tony and I went out there and Dad greeted us. He
    asked us what we were up to.
    	"Nothing much," I said.
    	"Did your mother bring you boys over?" Dad asked Tony.
    	"Nope, we came straight over here ourselves," he replied. Dad
    paused for a moment as he had his eyes focused on our diapered torsos.
    	"Wearing--", dad started to say before Tony cut him off.
    	"Yep, just our diapers," Tony said.
    	"You boys are getting to be pretty brave showing off your diapers
    to the world," Dad said as he returned his attention to his painting.
    	"What's in the bag?" Dad asked Tony.
    	"Fireworks," Tony said. "We went to the fireworks stand."
    	"What?! And you went like *that?*" Dad asked us incredulously.
    Once again Dad's attention was on us.
    	"It's all we have to wear, Dad," I said.
    	"Might as well just get rid of your pants, Chris, seeing that you
    don't need them at all anymore," my Dad said, reluctantly accepting the
    fact that I hated to wear pants. Get rid of my pants completely so I
    had nothing to wear but diapers-- ever! That would be this diaper boy's
    wet dream! My dick got hard as I ruminated upon this thought.
    	"Where did everybody go?" I asked Dad.
    	"They went to get some fireworks and some food for the barbecue,"
    Dad said.
    	"Barbecue?" I asked Dad.
    	"Yeah, it has a grill and you light a fire under it and cook
    hamburgers, hot dogs--"
    	"I know what a barbecue is, Dad," I said to him. He smirked as he
    enjoyed teasing me like that.
    	"What barbecue?" I asked Dad.
    	"I guess we sort of made a last-minute plan to have it and we
    must not have told you," my Dad said. "Lisa and Cindy are inviting
    their friends over, and if you would like Tony to come over, he's
    welcome as well. Just no sleepovers. Everyone's bringing their
    fireworks and we're going to have a big show tonight."
    	"Maybe your mom and Kara can bring the rest of your fireworks," I
    suggested to Tony.
    	"Sure," my Dad said. "They're welcome to come, too."
    	Dad seemed to be in a good mood today, probably because he wasn't
    at work and he was finally getting the fence repainted like he's been
    wanting to do for the last few summers.
    	"Son, run in and grab me a Coke," my Dad asked me.
    	"Sure, Dad," I said. I went into the house and grabbed him the
    drink he wanted and took it back out to him.
    	As it was a hot day and we had been out in the heat for so long,
    Tony and I were both tired and thirsty as well, so I got us each a can
    of Coke each and we drank them in the living room while sitting by the
    air conditioner. I then lay down on the floor feeling the chilled
    breeze blowing over my body.
    	"Ahh, yes," I said. "That feels good." While I was relaxing I
    decided to call Megan and let her know that we wouldn't be coming over.
    I had to white-lie and tell her that my Mom said no since we were
    having our own barbecue, even though I didn't ask my mother, or my
    father for that matter. Megan was cool with this and said she'd try to
    have me over again some other time. The way she said this made me want
    to see about going over there anyway, but this would have been too
    selfish of me since what Megan likely had in mind only involved the two
    of us.
    	A moment later I got back up on my hands and knees and positioned
    my head so that the sweat of my scalp would pick up the blast of cold
    air. Suddenly I heard Tony ripping at the tapes of his diaper. I turned
    around and watched him take the diaper off. He had wet it very
    thoroughly, but he only wet in it, which was a good thing, considering
    that he had his bare butt planted on the carpet. His dick was hard,
    probably because I was still on my hands and knees and the sight of my
    diapered butt was arousing him. Tony was now naked from the waist down.
    He spread his legs apart and let the cool air blow into his crotch.
    	"What did you take your diaper off for?" I asked Tony.
    	"I just wanted to cool off," he said. "Why don't you try it?"
    	I pulled down my plastic pants partway and showed Tony all the
    pins in my topmost Thickies diaper, not to mention that there were two
    more layers identically pinned on underneath, identically as big and
    bulky, too.
    	"I'm not going to try taking all these diapers off just to cool
    off my butt," I said. "Besides, my diapers are filled up full of shit
    again, as always. I'd be better off dumping some ice cubes down inside
    my diapers. But if I did that, I'd cold-cock myself-- get it?"
    	Tony thought this remark was funny, although we both admitted it
    was lame, too.
    	"It must get awfully hot in those diapers on hot days like this,
    being as thick as you wear them," Tony said.
    	"It gets hot, but well, I have to have my diapers on all the
    time, and so should you. I'm afraid you'll shit or piss, or both, all
    over the carpet."
    	"I'll be okay for a few minutes," Tony assured me. "This just
    feels good sometimes to let the cool air blow on your skin," he said.
    	"You just drank a Coke," I said.
    	"I'll re-diaper myself in a moment," he said. "You got some
    disposables?"
    	"Oh yeah, I don't expect to wear any of my disposable diapers at
    least until I leave for California," I said.
    	"You mind if I borrow one?" Tony asked.
    	"Borrow? I don't want it back after you've used it!" I said
    jokingly. Tony mentioned he would give me a diaper from his supply in
    exchange.
    	I was still on my hands and knees when I pooped some more into my
    diapers. Tony heard the muted fart sound and he knew what I had done.
    This really got him aroused. He told me to stay in my position so that
    he could use me as a "visual aid." I knew what he meant and I smiled
    back at him.
    	Tony then started jacking off. It was the first time that he had
    masturbated by handling his bare penis without wearing diapers, as far
    as I knew.
    	"What if my Dad walks in?" I asked Tony.
    	"He was a boy once, he'll understand," Tony said. "Ahh yes, you
    ought to try doing this without diapers on sometime."
    	"Fat chance," I said. "The only time I'm not in diapers is in the
    shower," I said. "I've tried it there, but I can't get myself to come
    unless I'm in diapers."
    	By this time Tony was too engrossed in jacking off to talk. He
    had sat up and got up on his knees. He was positioned directly behind
    me as he stroked his dick and rubbed its head against the surface of my
    big, thick diapers. He pushed his penis head in on my solidly diapered
    behind a couple of times. I couldn't see what he was doing, but judging
    by the sounds of his moans and groans, he had just ejaculated all over
    my butt, a money shot, if you will. At the same time I was rubbing
    myself.
    	Both of us were too consumed in our sexual play to realize that
    Mom and my sisters got home. Mom had gone out back to talk to Dad while
    Cindy came in through the front door. She caught us in a rather
    compromising position, to say the least.
    	"Well, well, what have we here?" Cindy asked, embarrassed that
    she saw us this way. Tony was a lot more embarrassed, especially as he
    was naked and still had a hard-on, which only abruptly went limp on him
    upon his realization that Cindy caught him as he was finishing jerking
    off on my diapered butt. I was speechless as well.
    	"You boys and your diapers," Cindy said with a smile. "I can't
    believe you guys were doing this in the front room!" Cindy then shook
    her head as she carried a couple bags full of fireworks into the
    kitchen where she set them down on the table.
    	"Mom's coming in the house, so you'd better get some diapers back
    on," Cindy warned Tony as she came back into the living room.
    	"Where's Lisa?" I asked Cindy.
    	"Out swimming with Betty," Cindy said. She then held her hand to
    the side of her face and whispered, "or so she tells us, anyway."
    	Tony got up and went into my room since he didn't want to be seen
    being naked. Apparently he didn't quite make it as he left a trail of
    pee all the way down the hall. Apparently it never occurred to him to
    run into the bathroom to let the rest of it flow into the toilet.
    Either that, or he was like me and vowed to never use a toilet under
    any circumstances whatsoever. Instead, he stood over my diaper pail and
    let his pee pour into the empty receptacle. I followed him in.
    	"Dammit," Tony said as he shook his head while huddled over my
    diaper pail and peeing in it. "I can't believe your sisters saw what
    they saw!"
    	"They know we jack each other off," I said. "I really wouldn't
    worry about it."
    	"I also feel almost like I'm using a toilet again by pissing
    straight into your diaper pail."
    	"Well, it's not a toilet, so it won't go against your 'record',"
    I assured him.
    	"So what did you take your diaper off for?" Cindy asked as she
    came into the room holding the wet diaper that Tony had left out on the
    floor.
    	"I was just hot and I wanted to sit in front of the air
    conditioner to cool off," he said.
    	"Well, I wouldn't recommend going around the house without
    diapers if I were you," Cindy told Tony. "But I'm glad I'm not! It
    makes me glad Chris never goes diaperless, that's for sure!"
    	Cindy then offered to replace Tony's diaper, so he got on my
    changing table and let her diaper him. Tony explained to her that he
    had been wearing his disposables in doubles and sometimes triples, so
    Cindy made some holes in his first diaper and then added the second
    one.
    	Next came my turn. Tony watched as Cindy unpinned my diapers and
    cleaned up my very messy butt. Cindy was impressed to see that I was
    put in triple Thickies. I added that Kara was the one who diapered me
    up this way.
    	"She did a good job diapering you," Cindy said. "Too bad she
    doesn't get to diaper you in cloth diapers, Tony," Cindy said as she
    turned around and looked at him. Tony looked like he wanted to explain
    what he was doing.
    	"You have something on your mind, I can tell," Cindy said.
    	"I just hope you won't tell anyone what you saw," he said.
    	"I won't," Cindy said. "I really wasn't that surprised, knowing
    what you two like to do together in your diapers."
    	Once Cindy had wiped my butt clean and powdered me, she asked me
    if I wanted to be triple-diapered in Thickies again.
    	"Sure, yeah," I said.
    	"Good, because that's what I was gonna do anyway," she said. Over
    the next several minutes Cindy diapered me and pinned me up tightly and
    heavily, then diapering me twice more with the other two Thickies. Not
    to be outdone, she attempted putting four cloth Thickies diapers on me,
    but this was just not going to happen, so she stopped at three diapers
    and then added my plastic pants.
    	"Come on, boys, I'll show you the fireworks we picked up!" Cindy
    said as she escorted us out of the room. She made a brief stop in the
    bathroom to wash her hands. I waddled out of the room in my fresh
    diapers. I knew I would be good until after tonight's fireworks display
    would be over with.
    	Mom was busy spraying some carpet cleaner where Tony had left a
    trail of pee.
    	"Sorry about that, Brenda," Tony apologized to my mother as he
    watched her clean up after him. Tony had known my Mom long enough to
    stop calling her "Mrs. Barrett", just as I had called Tony's mother
    Sandy for awhile now.
    	"Don't worry about it, Tony," my Mom assured him. "It just
    further demonstrates that you boys should keep your diapers on in the
    house."
    	"I didn't take my diapers off, Mom," I said.
    	"I know *you* didn't, Chris, considering the way your sisters
    diaper you up so much," Mom said to me as she patted my butt.
    	Tony and I went into the kitchen and waited for Cindy. She came
    out of the bathroom and showed us all the bottle rockets, firecrackers,
    Roman candles, and all sorts of other flying and exploding fireworks
    that were illegal in Idaho but could be purchased here for out-of-state
    use only-- yeah, right! We were going to literally have a blast
    tonight.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 56
    ---------------------------

    	As the late afternoon arrived, so did most of the guests who were
    expected to show up for the barbecue. Cindy had Gina and Bryce come
    over, and of course, I had Tony along with Kara and his mother. Lisa
    was still gone with Betty for the afternoon to go swimming with her, so
    they were due to show up soon. Lisa also wanted to invite her boyfriend
    Chuck over to introduce him to the family, so he was to be Lisa's other
    guest. He was to show up once he got off of work at his job at Burger
    King. Everyone furnished food and fireworks for later on. We had
    everything from hamburgers to hot dogs, potato chips, watermelon, iced
    tea, and lemonade. It was going to be quite a feast.
    	As expected, all of the boys who were present were only in
    diapers and a shirt. Tony and I had been in only our diapers all day
    long (hell, make that virtually all summer!), and Bryce took his shorts
    off as soon as he arrived. He did so without having to be told to do
    so. He voluntarily handed his shorts over to Gina, who hid them in an
    undisclosed location until it was time to leave later tonight.
    	Tony, Bryce and me were playing in the corner of the back yard,
    running all around and in and out of the gazebo, just playing and
    having fun wrestling each other. Later on we played some badminton.
    Gina joined us so that we'd have two players on each side. Cindy ran
    the video camera and taped us while we were playing, mainly to get
    shots of us boys playing in our diapers as always. Tony and I played
    one side, facing the back fence, while Gina and Bryce faced the house.
    We all sucked at it and we kept hitting the birdie too hard, especially
    Tony and I. I sent the birdie over to the yard next door. Being that
    nobody was living there, I just climbed the fence to retrieve it from
    the other side, giving everyone a good show of my diapers in the
    process. Cindy, of course, got some close-ups of my diapered butt on
    video. Tony also hit the birdie over the back fence a couple of times,
    forcing us to go out into the alley in our diapers to go look for it.
    We asked Gina if she'd go get it.
    	"You guys hit it over there, you get it," she said.
    	"But, you have shorts on, Gina, and well, we just have diapers,"
    I said to her.
    	"Really, and all this time you didn't notice the difference until
    now?" Gina said sarcastically while strutting around in her ass-hugging
    shorts, flaunting the fact that she had on more decent attire on than
    Tony and me.
    	"It's not like wearing diapers has stopped you boys before from
    going out where others see you in them," Cindy said.
    	We figured the girls weren't going to budge and they wanted to
    see Tony and I, or at least one of us to go out to the alley in our
    diapers, so I opened the gate and went out with Tony following me. As
    far as I could tell nobody saw us. The birdie was right there laying in
    the middle of the alley, easy to retrieve. I picked it up and we
    resumed the game.
    	It was not a minute later before Tony wailed on the birdie and
    sent it sailing well above the fence, maintaining a velocity that would
    likely cause the birdie to land at some point beyond the alley.
    	"Oops!" Tony said sheepishly.
    	"They did it again!" Gina said to Cindy, who took Bryce's place
    since Bryce had trouble playing the game in his poop-filled diapers.
    	"Guess what, boys?" Cindy said to us.
    	"We know," I said as Tony and I headed towards the gate and
    opened it.
    	Tony and I looked around to see if the birdie was still in the
    alley. We looked in just about every spot possible, but there wasn't
    any sign of it. While we were meandering around looking for the birdie,
    two boys on their bikes came passing through. They looked to be about
    nine or ten. They gave us strange looks as we stood there in diapers.
    	"You guys are weird!" one boy said.
    	"Haven't you ever seen someone in diapers before?" I said.
    	"Yeah, I have-- babies!" the other kid yelled back.
    	They passed on as we resumed the search for the birdie. Having
    assumed the birdie did in fact, land in the yard on the other side, we
    tried to spot it through the knotholes in the fence. I finally found it
    lying in the grass about six feet from the fence. Meanwhile, Cindy had
    gotten a classic shot of me on video, where I was peering through a
    knothole in the fence while my diapered butt was sticking out ever so
    prominently. I didn't even realize this until the next day when I
    watched the video. I had to admit that our plight recorded on tape was
    rather comical to watch.
    	"Now how do we get it?" Tony asked.
    	"Easy, just open that gate over there," I said. I tried to open
    it, but then I realized that it was locked from the other side.
    	"Damn!" I said. "We'll have to climb the fence, I guess."
    	"Climb the fence?" Tony said.
    	"Yeah, just climb over the fence and grab it and then get your
    diaper-assed butt out of there," I said.
    	"It's too tall to climb over," Tony said.
    	"I'll give you a boost," I said.
    	"Do I have to be the one to get it?" Tony said.
    	"Since you hit it, you should get it," I said.
    	"Aww, man," Tony groaned. He started to climb the fence and then
    tried to give him a boost, pushing my hands up on his butt. In doing so
    I caused the poop in his diaper to squish out to the leg opening. Some
    of it fell onto my shoulder, leaving a glob of shit on my shirt.
    	"My diaper's leaking," Tony said.
    	"So I noticed," I said, pointing to the poop dropping on me.
    	"Sorry," Tony said.
    	"Hey, shit happens, literally," I told him. At that point, the
    boys came back by again on their bikes.
    	"Babies!" they both shouted at us simultaneously. We just ignored
    them and got back to the business at hand.
    	"Tell you what, boost me up instead," I said, agreeing to venture
    into the uncharted territory of a neighbor's back yard. "I'm diapered
    up a lot more than you are and my diapers won't leak."
    	"I'm quite sure they won't leak," Tony said plainly. We agreed to
    try it this way by having Tony boost me over the fence instead. I
    started climbing the fence and got Tony's help as he pushed up on my
    bottom. I felt my poop squishing around as Tony's hands pushed into my
    thick diapers. I enjoyed feeling Tony push my shit up to my balls. The
    sensation gave me a hard-on. No doubt Tony enjoyed the view as well. My
    shit was securely retained in my much thicker diapers with no worries
    of leakage. Tony pushed me up as far as he could go. I managed to get
    to where I could make it the rest of the way over the fence. I leaped
    down from the fence and found myself wearing ust diapers while in a
    stranger's back yard. I ran over to where the birdie was lying in the
    grass. I picked it up and tossed it back over to Tony.
    	I then realized that I had to get back out of the yard and
    neither Tony nor I had planned for this in our haste to retrieve the
    birdie. The gate was padlocked.
    	"Uhh, Tony, I have a problem," I said to him as I shook the gate
    in vain. "I need to get back out, and the gate has a padlock on it."
    	"Oh shit," he said.
    	I looked around to see if there were any other ways out of the
    back yard. It was entirely fenced in. There were also a lot of toys
    lying around, so little kids must have lived here, I assumed. There was
    a gate at the other end, leading out to the front, but I could see that
    it was padlocked as well. Even if I did go out that way I would have to
    walk back around from the street. It was getting to be fun to run
    around outside in diapers alongside Tony, but the thought of being
    outside by myself in diapers didn't appeal to me.
    	I ran over to the front gate, seeing that there were was a
    wheelbarrow that I could use to climb up on. I just wanted out of that
    yard before someone saw me and called the cops on me or something. The
    last thing I needed was for a policeman to confront me and see me in
    only diapers. I wouldn't want to explain the shit stain on my shirt,
    either.
    	I was desperate for a way out of the strange back yard, so just
    as I was about to push the wheelbarrow across the yard I heard two kids
    come out to the yard, apparently having come out from the back door of
    the house. I ran up towards the front yard and stood around the side of
    the house with my back to the wall, hoping the kids wouldn't see me. I
    hoped the parents or other adults wouldn't also come out and possibly
    catch me.
    	So far all I saw were two boys, both of them in just diapers,
    nonetheless. One of them was probably not even two years old yet, no
    biggie that he had a diaper on. The other boy, however, was probably
    four. I was pleased to see that he was in diapers, too.
    	"Good boy," I thought to myself. I watched the boys play in the
    yard while I stood in silence and watched. One of them kicked a ball
    over towards me, so they came running in my direction. I was afraid
    they would see me, but they stopped just before reaching the side of
    the house, barely out of view, where they retrieved their ball. They
    played together for a couple minutes more. For awhile I thought that
    they were alone, but then a girl who looked to be about twelve or
    thirteen in a swimsuit came out. She did the expected butt-crack
    swimsuit pull that I often see girls doing. They manage to keep their
    swimsuits clean in that area and must wipe better than even toilet-
    using boys ever do. The girl looked to be about my age, but I didn't
    recognize her from school. Maybe she had just moved here, I thought.
    She was carrying a fresh diaper in her hand.
    	"Oh, Jo-ey! Time to change your diaper!" she hollered as she
    walked towards the older boy. He then ran away from her and she chased
    him.
    	"No, I want mommy to change diaper!" he said as he ran away.
    	"Just because I'm your cousin doesn't mean I can't change your
    diaper!" she said impatiently as she continued to chase him around the
    yard. "You should be potty trained by now anyway!"
    	"No he shouldn't!" I was tempted to yell out. Joey then came
    running towards the side of the house where I was hiding.
    	"Hah! I got you cornered!" the girl said as she chased her little
    cousin. She had me cornered, too; I didn't have any place to run or
    hide. At about the same time they both saw me standing there in their
    yard. The girl shrieked as I startled her.
    	"Who are you?!" the girl asked me.
    	"My name's Chris," I said nervously.
    	"What are you doing in my aunt and uncle's back yard? And why are
    *you* wearing diapers?"
    	"We were playing badminton and we hit the birdie into your yard,
    so I came over to get it."
    	"And you hit it way over here?" she asked.
    	I explained to her that the birdie had landed on the other side
    of the yard and I came over the fence to get it. Then, as I couldn't
    get out of the yard, I was trying to find a way out.
    	"I see," she said. "You know, I thought my cousin was too old to
    wear diapers. Why are you wearing them, anyway?"
    	"I just wear diapers," I said, not wanting to go into detail
    since I didn't know the girl nor expect to establish any degree of
    acquaintance with her. "You don't have to be a baby to wear them."
    	"Whatever your reason is, I'd rather not know. Let me see if I
    can get a key to the gate from my aunt or uncle."
    	While the girl went into the house, I talked to Joey.
    	"You wear diapers, too!" he said.
    	"Yep!" I said as I turned to my side and showed them off.
    	"I see that you wear diapers, too," I said back to him. "How old
    are you?"
    	"I'm four," he said.
    	"Are they trying to make you use the potty?" I asked the boy.
    	"Yeah," the boy said as he nodded. "My Mommy and Daddy don't like
    to change my diapers."
    	"There's nothing wrong with wearing diapers," I pointedly said to
    the boy. "Just because you're four, five, or six, or whatever, doesn't
    mean you can't wear diapers. Hell-- er, I mean heck-- I'm twelve. If
    you want to wear diapers, you should get to wear them-- especially if
    you're a boy." I added on the last part for good measure.
    	"So why do I hafta use the potty?" Joey asked me.
    	"Because that's what grownups want you to do when you reach a
    certain age," I said in a mildly disagreeing voice. "I hated potty
    training, and I just wanted to wear diapers because I liked them, but
    my parents told me that I was too old for diapers and they were making
    me use the potty. They took my diapers away from me, but I got them
    back. It took me awhile to get my way, but I finally got what I wanted.
    I've been back in diapers since I was eight, and now I'm going to be
    wearing the rest of my life."
    	"Do you like to wear diapers?" Joey asked me.
    	"I LOVE to wear diapers!" I said emphatically. "Lots of boys do.
    I like them nice and thick, just like the way I'm wearing them now!" I
    demonstrated this by bending over and patting my butt.
    	I heard the sliding door come open, so I figured the girl was
    coming back out. Before she arrived, I told the boy, "look, if you
    don't want to use the potty and you would rather wear diapers, don't
    let anyone try to tell you that you should, okay? Remember that for
    me!"
    	The boy nodded his head. I wasn't sure how much of what I told
    him would sink in nor if it would have any lasting effects on
    sabotaging his potty training. It could possibly make a diaper
    fetishist out of him, I hoped. I felt somewhat guilty by corrupting the
    little boy's mind into getting him to think that it's okay to wear
    diapers. It seemed that he was on the fence about choosing diapers or
    toilet training, so I felt that he at least needed some persuasion.
    	The girl came over to me and said, "sorry, they couldn't find the
    key. I guess you'll have to try climbing back out or come through the
    house and go out the front. But since all you have on is, uhh, diapers,
    you probably don't want to do that, and I don't think you'd want my
    aunt and uncle to see you in your, your diapers."
    	"I'd rather not," I said. "Do your aunt and uncle know I'm here?"
    	"No, I just told them that Joey threw his ball over the fence. I
    didn't want to explain to them that a boy in diapers was in our yard
    and he needed to get out."
    	"How did you get in, anyway?" she asked me. I told her that I got
    help from a friend who boosted me up. With this I explained to her how
    I got a glob of poop on my shirt.
    	"So your friend also wears diapers, obviously," the girl said.
    "Must be a boy's thing."
    	"It is," I said proudly. "Lots of girls say that when they find
    out about me and my friends and cousins all wearing diapers."
    	The girl didn't seem to be very receptive to my telling her the
    pleasures that wearing diapers gives me. I just wanted to get out of
    the yard before her aunt and uncle saw me. I then thought for a moment
    and then asked her, "maybe you can give me a boost over the fence."
    	"Well, okay, since you're kinda nice," she said hesitantly. I
    think she was starting to like me and admiring the fact that I was in
    diapers after all, but I was probably just thinking wishfully.
    	"So do you go around in diapers all the time?" she asked me. I
    told her that this was all I ever wore unless I went to school or was
    in a public place. She then asked me if I had to wear them of if I just
    liked wearing them.
    	"Both," I said. "It started out as liking to wear them, but since
    I have been wearing diapers for so long, it sort of became a
    necessity."
    	"Joey's four and still in diapers. I tried telling him that big
    boys use the potty and don't wear diapers, but now after seeing you, I
    don't know how I will convince him of that now."
    	"Boys are harder to potty train. I'm proof of that," I said. I
    figured I would likely never meet the girl again, anyway, so I didn't
    have much to lose by being open with her about my feelings for diapers.
    She didn't say much of anything else after that.
    	I got over to the fence and she told me to go to the corner where
    her aunt and uncle would not see us as easily from the house. I jumped
    up and grabbed the top of the fence. She pushed up on my butt, moving
    the poop around a she boosted me up.
    	"Your diapers are awfully thick," she said. "I can't even feel
    where your butt is."
    	"Be glad that they are thick," I said. I thanked her for her help
    as I made it over the fence and hopped down.
    	I went back to the yard and saw that Lisa and Betty had gotten
    back from swimming. They were sitting in the gazebo rubbing aloe on
    each other to cool their sunburns.
    	"Hi Chris!" Betty said to me. I said hello back to her.
    	"What got on your shirt?" she asked me.
    	"Tony's shit," I answered, then explained what I meant. Lisa
    thought it was pretty funny that I went over into the yard of a
    neighbor we didn't even know wearing just my diapers.
    	"Everyone's going to see you in diapers anyway once they start
    showing you in your diapers in those TV commercials," Lisa said.
    	I asked Lisa when she was expecting Chuck, her boyfriend to show
    up.
    	"He should be coming any time. He was off work at 6:00."
    	"Have you told him that I wear diapers yet?" I asked Lisa.
    	"No, I haven't," she said. "I know he's gonna flip out when he
    sees you and Tony and Bryce in diapers."
    	Lisa sounded apprehensive about it, so I asked her if she wanted
    us to wear some shorts over our diapers.
    	"He's going to have to find out sooner or later," Lisa said with
    a resigned sigh. "There's plenty of evidence around the house as it is,
    the smell you make of your diapers being one of them."
    	"Why are you so nervous?" I asked Lisa. "What do you think he'll
    say?"
    	"I dunno, Chris, but I'll handle it, okay?"
    	"Just trying to help," I said. "What should I say if he asks why
    I wear diapers?"
    	"I'll do the talking, don't worry about it," Lisa said
    insistently. "Knowing you, you'd tell him a lot of things that would
    embarrass the hell out of me."
    	"What if he asks what I do in my diapers?" I asked Lisa.
    	"I assume he knows that diapers are peed in and pooped in.
    Whatever you do, just don't tell him about the 'other' things you do in
    your diapers," Lisa admonished me. I then decided to get back to Tony
    and left the gazebo.
    	I went up to Tony and explained to him what had happened and why
    I was gone for so long. He and Bryce were playing badminton one on one.
    I told Tony what happened the whole time I was over there. He enjoyed
    hearing about what I told the boy about potty training. Cindy and Gina
    overheard me. Gina said, "Aww, Chris, you didn't say that, did you?"
    	"Knowing Chris, he probably did," Cindy said. "You ought to know
    my brother by now, Gina, having diapers on his mind all the time-- and
    on his butt, of course!"
    	"Hey Chris, you still got shit on your shirt," Tony said. He then
    looked over at my dad, who gave Tony a funny look as he was busy
    grilling some hamburgers on the barbecue.
    	"Sorry, Mr. Barrett," Tony said to my father, apologizing for his
    language. As for the shit on my shirt, I went in to the house and to my
    bedroom to change into a clean shirt. I put on a shorter shirt that
    would let more of my diapers show. I then returned to the back yard.
    Dad had the hamburgers and hot dogs ready to serve. Tony, Bryce and I
    all loaded up our plates and sat in our chairs and ate our food. The
    girls isolated themselves in the gazebo and ate there. Several minutes
    passed and I realized that Lisa's boyfriend still hadn't shown up and I
    remarked on this.
    	"He's here," Cindy said as she returned to the patio for some
    more lemonade. "He just got here."
    	"Where?" I asked.
    	"That's his car," Cindy said, commenting on the booming of an
    ultra-loud car stereo coming from the front side of the house. Lisa got
    up to go into the house and greet him at the door. A couple minutes
    later she came out of the kitchen and onto the patio. She was holding
    hands with him. He looked like a complete scumbag! It wasn't my place
    to tell Lisa who her boyfriends should be, but this guy looked like a
    first-class dope-smoking loser. He had on ripped jeans, a faded Slayer
    T-shirt and wore dark glasses. Yeah, he thought he was Mr. Hot Shit,
    that Chuck!
    	"Sorry, babe, those fuckers were making me stay to close since
    some dipshit they hired last week didn't show up for closing!"
    	"Chuck, could you tone down your language in front of my family?"
    Lisa asked him. I was tempted to ask Lisa where she got hooked up with
    this creep.
    	"Sorry, sweetums," Chuck apologized.
    	"Umm, everyone, this is Chuck, Chuck this is my Dad..." Lisa said
    nervously as she went around and introduced everyone. It was as if Lisa
    knew the family wouldn't approve of him. He came over to Tony, Bryce
    and me and he shook all our hands. His hands were rough, dry and scaly.
    He was quite surprised to see us three boys well out of their toddler
    years wearing diapers.
    	"So what's with the diapers on these guys?" Chuck asked Lisa.
    	"Well, that's one reason I was hesitant to bring you over," Lisa
    said to him sheepishly.
    	"You don't wear them, too, do you?" Chuck asked Lisa. He took
    this opportunity to pat Lisa's big ass a couple of times and then pinch
    it as well. He reached up underneath her shorts when he did this.
    	"Nope, just my brother and his friends," Lisa said as she
    flinched away from his advances, blushing red. "It's a boys' thing
    around here. Now don't do that, Chuck," she quietly admonished him.
    	"I don't know about diapers, but I know what you *do* wear under
    those tight shorts of yours, sweetie," Chuck said to Lisa as he tried
    to kiss her.
    	"Chuck, not here, please," Lisa said as she resisted his advance.
    "Let's go out to the gazebo and we'll talk."
    	Lisa and Chuck sat in the gazebo for several minutes, talking
    about who-knows-what. About twenty minutes later Betty came up to the
    patio and stayed there. She seemed upset, as if Lisa was tuning her
    out. Meanwhile, Lisa and Chuck were sucking face. A few minutes later
    they came back to the patio. Lisa had a hickey on her neck, surprise,
    surprise!
    	Chuck then went out to his car and came back with his electric
    guitar and a small, portable amp.
    	"This is just my portable amp, guys," Chuck said, apologizing for
    its small size. "You should see the amp I have at home; it's this big,
    and if I play it too loud the neighbors complain, even from a whole
    block away!" Chuck seemed to be very proud of this. Shit, this asshole
    was turning out to be a real braggart and a boor, and I wasn't too
    impressed with his appearance or his attitude. Lisa seemed to be
    embarrassed as well, and Mom and Dad weren't getting much of an
    impression of him, either.
    	"So, what do you guys wanna hear?" Chuck asked us while he idly
    strummed his guitar and tuned it.
    	"Uhh, do you know 'Alive' by Pearl Jam?" I asked him.
    	"How about 'Plush', by Stone Temple Pilots," Tony said.
    	"'Enter Sandman', Metallica," Bryce said.
    	"Say, you guys listen to come pretty cool music for being a bunch
    of diaper boys," Chuck said, acting surprised. He then played some
    riffs from the three songs we asked him to play.
    	"I need my band for some of these," he said after playing a few
    bars. "Come on, gimme some others, I betcha I can play anything you ask
    me to play."
    	"Do you know Nirvana songs?" I asked him.
    	"Yep," he said, following this with a medley of their better-
    known tunes to date.
    	"How about Led Zeppelin or Kiss? You play any older stuff?" Tony
    asked him.
    	"Oh yeah," he said, further demonstrating his expansive
    repertoire.
    	"Betcha you don't know 'Toccata and Fugue in D Minor,' by Bach!"
    Bryce said, thinking that he had Chuck on this one for sure. To our
    surprise, he belted this one out, too.
    	After this, Chuck got carried away and started playing all sorts
    of songs. I had to admit the guy could handle an axe rather nicely. My
    Dad finally got tired of it and asked him to put his guitar away for
    the night. He seemed resentful, but he cooperated and took his guitar
    and his amp back out to his car.
    	Lisa and Betty were talking again. Lisa seemed torn between
    spending her time with Chuck and with Betty. Chuck came back and sat
    down with us.
    	"So, why do you all wear diapers?" Chuck asked us.
    	"Chuck, I told you why they wear them," Lisa said to him.
    	"I know, I just want to talk to them. I think they're pretty cool
    guys after all, they got a decent taste in music."
    	"Sure," Lisa said. "Betty and I will be right back." With this,
    Lisa and Betty got up and went into the house. Chuck asked us more
    questions about wearing diapers.
    	"You get many chicks who dig your didees?" Chuck asked us.
    	"There's one girl who thinks me and Tony look cute in diapers," I
    said to him. "Her name's Megan."
    	"Ahh, so has she changed your diapers before?" Chuck asked.
    	"A couple times," I said.
    	"Really?" he said. "What else has she done?"
    	I could tell that Chuck was wanting to hear something really
    nasty and torrid, but other than a diaper change from Megan, there was
    nothing I could honestly tell him about her that was overtly sexual.
    	"Well, dude, the way you got those diapers on, you kind of make
    it hard for her to get to the goods, if you know what I mean," Chuck
    said, laughing afterwards. His cigarette-smoke breath was getting to
    me.
    	"Yeah, I guess so," I said without making eye contact, hoping
    that he'd shut the hell up.
    	"Well, you are only twelve, so I understand, but then, I was
    eleven when 'it' happened, if you know what I'm saying." Chuck formed a
    circle with his index finger and his thumb and took his other index
    finger and moved it back and forth repeatedly, pantomiming sexual
    intercourse to illustrate his point. "Man, she was thirteen and already
    fully equipped, tits, ass and all, it was nice, I tell you!"
    	I didn't like this Chuck guy at all. He told us about all the
    times he did it with other girls, explaining in full detail all his
    sexual escapades, as if I really gave two-tenths of a shit. He
    conveniently omitted the times he'd done it with Lisa, though,
    especially being that there was one such time I actually knew of
    myself. I had a feeling that he would only hurt Lisa in the end. He
    then realized that we weren't into talking about sex, at least not with
    girls.
    	"So what do you guys like?" Chuck asked us. After a couple
    seconds of silence he said, "I mean, what do you think about when you,
    you know, choke your chicken? You're old enough to do that, I think."
    	Again, more silence followed.
    	"You are straight, right?"
    	"Why do you want to know?" I asked him.
    	"What? You ain't straight? You mean you're gay?"
    	"Why does it matter to you?" I asked.
    	"None of this shit I been telling you seems to interest you. You
    got girlie mags, right? If not, I can give you some since I don't need
    them no more."
    	I figured that the more he knew about me, the better. I also
    figured that if he knew enough about my diaper fetish it might even
    freak him out enough to dump Lisa. I knew Lisa wouldn't want this to
    happen at first, but it was for her own good and I knew she wouldn't be
    with this doped-up druggie dude for long anyway.
    	"Well, I don't look at Playboys or Hustlers, for starters," I
    said. "I like to make my own things."
    	"Really, like what?" he asked.
    	"Diaper stories, and pictures," I said.
    	"What do you mean?" Chuck asked. I was ready to give him a taste
    of his own medicine and really lay it on him.
    	"I like to write about boys who wear diapers and shit and piss in
    them, and I draw pictures of this shit, too. Really nasty shit. I mean,
    I don't go for just ordinary diapers, these diapers are huge and thick,
    lots and lots and LOTS of big, thick white layers! No pants! I hate
    pants and so do all the boys who I know love diapers! You know how much
    a bunch of thick, white diapers on a boy's butt turns me on!? and they
    have lots of pins in them, too! Dozens of them! Each diaper! The boys
    can't get them off! They're forced to use their diapers, several times!
    And man, let me tell you, they're diapers are FULL of PISS and SHIT!
    They wear these diapers for HOURS and DAYS on end! Never changed!
    Imagine how much it stinks! But I love those smells!"
    	There, that did it, I hoped. Chuck just looked at me stunned.
    Actually, it was hard to tell the difference, really, seeing that he
    was perpetually on something.
    	"Uhh, do you ever think about, like, you know, girls?" he asked
    after finally snapping out of his stupor.
    	"Oh yeah, all the time! Megan is in a lot of my fantasies and she
    changes my diapers and does some of those other things you were wishing
    I'd tell you about for real," I said. And this is the best part of all
    my diaper fantasies! Only the BOYS wear diapers! The girls, they NEVER
    wear diapers and they always remind the boys about their white thick-
    butt diapers and point out all the things about the boys' diapers! The
    girls always go around in swimsuits and tight shorts, anything to let
    the boys know that they aren't wearing diapers!"
    	I was getting dizzy at this point. I was so excited from my own
    recitation of what I think about when I think about diapers that I had
    to get some oxygen or go jack off or something.
    	"I dunno about you boys," Chuck said. "I think those diapers are
    messing you up big time. I can see why, being that you don't have any
    'access' by having them on all the time, know what I'm saying? Can't
    really spank your monkey that way, can you?"
    	Lisa then came back out to the patio again. She and Betty were
    both carrying diapers and the other supplies that were needed.
    	"I might as well change your diapers now, Chris, before it gets
    dark," Lisa said. "How long has it been since you were changed?"
    	"Just a couple hours," I said. "But I've peed and pooped since
    then."
    	"I believe it," Chuck said as he fanned his face. "You guys are
    mighty ripe. I'd hate to wear a toilet all day and stink like one, you
    know."
    	"Chuck, please, you said you'd not make fun of my brother or his
    friends," Lisa scolded her boyfriend, at least he still held this
    status with Lisa.
    	"What? I just said I wouldn't want to go around wearing a toilet,
    which is about what wearing a diaper is," he said. "Look, babes, can we
    have a talk?"
    	"In a minute, I need to change Chris' diapers first," Lisa said.
    	"You changing me out here?" I asked Lisa as I pointed to the
    patio. Actually, this seemed like a good idea to me since it would
    likely turn Chuck off.
    	"Sure I am," Lisa said. "Lie down."
    	I didn't want to lie on the hard concrete of the patio, so I
    asked Lisa if I could go out on the lawn instead.
    	"Sure, get your ass on the grass!" Lisa said. With this, I took a
    spot on the lawn just off of the patio. Lisa and Betty followed me,
    carrying the diapers and other things. Both of them went to work on
    removing my diapers and revealing the big mess in them, nearly an
    entire day's accumulation of piss and shit. Chuck was watching and he
    appeared to be astonished at seeing that I actually used my diapers.
    Obviously he didn't consider the fact that I certainly wouldn't take
    all those pins out and remove my diapers to use the toilet, thus
    defeating their purpose.
    	I was cleaned up, powdered, diapered and pinned up in double
    Thickies plus several conventional diapers that Lisa and Betty used
    underneath these. Lisa took the diaper pail back into the house. It
    felt good to be in dry diapers again. They didn't stay dry for long
    once my body processed the three glasses of lemonade I drank that
    evening. Meanwhile, Gina changed Bryce's diaper, which was getting
    weighed down with plenty of excrement and overdue for a change.
    	After telling Chuck about my diaper fetish these thoughts were
    lingering in my mind and my dick was begging for the attention that it
    needed. Tony and Bryce were feeling the same way. With this, we all
    went into my room and lay on the floor and released these feelings
    together. While Bryce wasn't able to produce cum yet, he told us that
    he was starting to get all these wonderful feelings in his diapers and
    rubbed himself every night. It was good to see that he would soon be
    "coming" of age. Tony and I both collapsed on the floor after we each
    brought ourselves to a mind-blowing orgasm.
    	Darkness finally started to set in and the show was getting ready
    to start. We went back out to the street to light off some of the
    smaller fireworks. Several of the other kids were out there shooting
    theirs off as well. As there was still quite a bit of daylight, a lot
    of people could see that Tony, Bryce and I were in just our diapers and
    shirts. Tony's mother and Kara, who had left momentarily, arrived again
    with their fireworks and joined us for the big light show.
    	As it got darker, we started lighting off the bigger and more
    spectacular fireworks. Lisa, Betty and Chuck had been elsewhere. I
    wasn't even paying attention until I heard Lisa crying with Betty
    comforting her. Chuck had gotten into his car and left in a hurry,
    squealing his tires as he took off.
    	"It's okay, Lisa, just enjoy the fireworks," Betty told her.
    	"I knew Chuck would be a jerk!" Lisa said. "I knew he wouldn't
    take to Chris and the other boys being in diapers very well!"
    	"You don't need assholes like him in your life," Betty said. "A
    decent boyfriend wouldn't care if your brother wears diapers."
    	After awhile, Lisa managed to get her feelings sorted out and she
    began lighting off some of the fireworks herself after dealing with the
    fireworks that Chuck set off on her. She sat in her lawn chair and idly
    lit firecrackers one at a time, tossing them into the street. She
    seemed to have gotten over Chuck and came to realize that he wasn't a
    very decent guy after all. Lisa even apologized to me for Chuck's
    conduct.
    	"It's okay, Lisa," I said to her. I had a good feeling that my
    comments to him helped to finish him off and piss him off enough. I
    felt like a hero in my own right.
    	"Maybe I should find a boyfriend who wears diapers," Lisa
    conceded. "At least I know he would be more understanding."

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 57
    ---------------------------

    	The weekend following the Fourth of July was usually when we got
    together for a combined birthday celebration for both my Dad and for
    Cindy. Dad's birthday was July 8 and Cindy's was July 11, the latter of
    which fell on a Sunday that year. We usually had the celebration at
    home, but this year my family decided to hold the event by having a
    picnic in the park.
    	My Aunt Sharon and Uncle Allen came out that day along with
    cousin Suzy. I asked Suzy about the four and a half year old boy she
    had mentioned was still in diapers earlier this summer. Much to my
    pleasure, her last report was that the parents threw all of his toilet
    training materials into a pile and burned it all in a big bonfire out
    of frustration. How I wish I had gotten to see this! I had visions of a
    potty chair melting and turning into a charred cluster of black and
    traces of whatever color the potty chair started out with. Seeing a
    bonfire containing this most ultimately sacrilegious icon of forced
    diaper deprivation, along with several books and maybe some videos that
    taught parents the evils of potty training boys, would have been worth
    paying admission to see.
    	Suzy was also quite impressed at how thick my diapers were on me
    that day. I hadn't been changed that morning, however. My sisters
    decided that since Suzy always wanted to change my diapers anyway, they
    wanted to let her get her money's worth out of it. Besides, it would
    give my sisters a break that I must admit they felt they needed once in
    awhile.
    	Suzy told me to get up on my changing table. She showed no
    offense towards the noxious odors that my diapers contained since she
    was used to this sort of thing. She diapered me into my Thickies like a
    seasoned pro. She even used plenty of pins.
    	My Mom came into my room to check on me. She saw that Suzy was
    diapering me,, which Mom was cool with. She asked Suzy if she knew
    about our plans to go to the park.
    	"Yes, Aunt Brenda, I do," she said.
    	"So is Chris just going to go like that then?" Mom asked.
    	"It looks like it," Suzy said. "I know he won't have any pants to
    go over these diapers!"
    	"Is that how you're going to go?" Mom asked me. I told her yes.
    	"Okay, I guess you've gotten used to this sort of thing this
    summer," Mom said. "Suzy, your parents are leaving now; they need to
    pick up some chicken at KFC."
    	With this, Suzy quickly finished pinning on my last diaper and
    left me to put on my plastic pants.
    	"We'll be leaving soon, too, Chris, so if you change your mind
    about going to the park in your diapers, do it now."
    	"I'm not changing my mind," I said.
    	"Very well," Mom said as she left my bedroom.
    	By this time I had lost most of my inhibitions towards going out
    of the house wearing just my diapers. It felt so cool to completely
    leave my pants behind and get into the car and go someplace with
    nothing to wear but my diapers. The park was just a couple miles away,
    situated right on the river. It contained several large, mature trees
    and offered plenty of shade. The park was busy and we had to park a
    long ways from our table, but at least we found one that wasn't used.
    	When we got to the park Lisa turned to me and said, "I hope you
    don't plan on sitting here all day," she said.
    	"I wasn't going to, why?"
    	"Have you looked at how far we'll have to walk?" Lisa asked me.
    She then pointed out the window and said, "See that table way over
    there? See where Mom's going? That's where we're going."
    	"And all you have to wear is DIAPERS!" Cindy said.
    	"It was my choice," I said.
    	"Oh, so I guess this means this fall you'll go to school like
    that, too," Cindy said.
    	"That I'm not sure about," I said. "The dress code probably won't
    allow it."
    	I got out of the car and went to the trunk where Mom and Dad were
    unloading food containers.
    	"Chris, help your sister carry this big ice chest; it's pretty
    heavy," my Dad said. The ice chest was on the ground. Cindy took one
    side while I took the other. As I bent over to pick my side up a car
    pulled into the space behind us (it was parallel parking). I looked up
    to see the amused looks on all the kids' faces as they must have seen
    my white diapers gleaming in the bright sun. Cindy and I had to walk an
    estimated 200-300 feet to our spot. We walked past several people who
    rode past on their bikes as well as joggers and walkers. A group of
    guys playing Frisbee stared as went past them. One guy even got bonked
    in the head by the flying disk since my diapered butt was distracting
    him and he wasn't paying attention. Likewise, my diapered rear end
    caught the attention of a large family that was using one of the park's
    picnic shelters. Kids and adults alike stared. Much of the laughter was
    high-pitched and could have only come from the kids.
    	"Do you know how many people have been staring at you, Chris?"
    Cindy asked me.
    	"Two hundred and forty-six, yeah, yeah, definitely two hundred
    and forty-six," I said using my "Rain Man" voice. This wasn't the
    actual count, but I knew it was a few dozen so far. I saw two girls in
    swimsuits coming the other direction, both of them staring at me and
    smiling.
    	"Two hundred and forty-eight people staring at my diapered butt,
    definitely a lot of people are staring."
    	"All right, Chris, I get it!" Cindy said. We got to the table and
    set the ice chest down. A few minutes later Aunt Sharon and Uncle Allen
    showed up with the chicken. We had plenty of food besides the chicken.
    I ate quite a bit and I sipped down plenty of iced tea and lemonade,
    not that my diapers couldn't handle it.
    	Since my parents liked to chat with Aunt Sharon and Uncle Allen
    between eating and opening presents, we kids would often go off
    somewhere to play. We were close to the river, so this was the natural
    place to go.
    	"Don't go far, kids," my Dad reminded us.
    	"We're just going over here to the river," I said.
    	As we walked towards the river we came across several other
    people, all of whom stared. As if the guy who got bopped in the head by
    a Frisbee wasn't enough, I made one kid crash into his friend on his
    bike when he was busy staring at me bending over to tie my shoe. In my
    bent position I looked between my legs and saw the two bikes on the
    ground along with the two boys. I was concerned for them, so I ran over
    to see how they were.
    	"You boys all right?" I asked them.
    	"Yeah," one of them said. "You just looked really funny wearing
    those diapers!" The two boys then rode off and stared behind them
    instead of watching where they were going. It was as if neither of them
    had learned a lesson from what just happened.
    	We went down to the river where several other kids were playing.
    I got a lot of attention for being in my diapers. A lot of the usual
    giggles and laughter ensued. A couple of the older ones asked me why I
    had diapers on. I was beginning to think about making up some form and
    printing off several copies to carry around with me. That way when
    someone asked me why I wear diapers I'd just hand them the form.
    Perhaps I could have brochures made for this. They'd be titled WHY
    CHRIS BARRETT WEARS DIAPERS.
    	My sisters had put on their swimsuits underneath their clothes,
    so they both stripped off their shirts and their shorts. Suzy had been
    prepared to do the same thing. All three of the girls did the expected
    butt-crack pull on their swimsuits.
    	"Hey Chris, how about you?" Suzy asked me.
    	"Uhh, I think the river would instantly go dry once Chris got in
    the water and let his diapers soak up all the water," Lisa remarked.
    	Lisa was right, although perhaps her response was a little
    exaggerated. I couldn't get in the water with such heavy diapers on. I
    just stood there and took video of the girls splashing around. A few
    minutes later Uncle Allen came over to tell us it was time for cake and
    ice cream and for Cindy and my Dad to open their presents. The girls
    got out of the water and put their clothes back on. Cindy videotaped me
    in my diapers as I walked back. She made sure to get several shots of
    the reactions from the other people, too.
    	Cindy was fourteen now and had an appropriate number of candles
    on her cake. Dad was, well, I'll spare the fire department jokes
    regarding the candles on his birthday cake. For the record, he turned
    43 a few days ago. Both Cindy and my Dad received nice gifts.
    Afterwards Suzy wanted to go down to the playground. She asked me if I
    wanted to go with her. I figured why not. Hopefully my diapered
    presence would encourage a few boys to try diapers themselves. Cindy
    came along to videotape us. Lisa decided to relax in the shade.
    	It was a bit of a walk to the playground. As expected there were
    lots of kids there, too. Likewise, as expected were the stares and
    giggles. With some of the parents being there, this generated some
    rather cross-looking stares. One lady had the nerve to say, "young man,
    you should be ashamed of yourself for wearing those diapers!"
    	"Well, I'm not ashamed, so there," I said to her coldly. The lady
    just gazed at me and then called her kids. Suzy and I started out on
    the swings. We moved around to the monkey bars, where Cindy got some
    priceless video shots of me dangling from the bars wearing diapers. My
    shirt was up higher as my body hung. She got right below me and took
    some shots of my crotch.
    	Next came the slide. Even though it had been placed so that it
    would receive enough shade to keep it cool it was still hot. Suzy had
    no problem going down it, but there was no way my plastic pants would
    do well against the metal surface.
    	"Why don't you take your plastic pants off?" Suzy suggested. I
    agreed this was a good idea, and with this I removed the plastic pants
    and set them on an unoccupied bench. Soon a lady and her charges, a
    couple of little boys, approached the bench. I saw one of the boys pick
    up my plastic pants and ask his mom what it was.
    	"Put that down!" his mother said. "It's probably covered with
    germs!"
    	"What is it?" the boy asked his mom after having dropped my
    plastic pants.
    	"They're diaper pants," his mom described.
    	"Diaper pants?" the boy asked his mom.
    	"They used to use them before they came out with disposables,"
    his mom explained. "They're awfully big, though, have to wonder who
    they belonged to."
    	"They're mine, ma'am!" I shouted out as I was walking through the
    maze of footbridges and other obstacles that led to the top of the
    slide. The lady just looked at me standing there in my diapers. She and
    her boys moved on to another playground. The boys continued looking
    behind them and looking at me in my diapers.
    	With only my diapers on I climbed up to the top of the slide
    among some other kids. A group of kindergarten-age girls were giggling
    as they came up behind me and waited their turn. I liked how they could
    even see all the pins that were in my diapers since these were usually
    obscured by the translucent plastic pants. I sat my padded-up butt down
    on the slide and went down it swiftly the first couple of times while
    my diapers were dry on the outside. Soon, though, the iced tea and
    lemonade had processed in my body and had soaked through to the outer
    layers in front and in the crotch. The wetness on the surface of my
    diapers collected more dirt off of the slide. Pretty soon my diapers
    were wet enough on the outer surface to leave a streak of pee behind me
    as I went down the slide. It wasn't much, and it quickly evaporated,
    but it was enough to keep some kids from wanting to go down it, knowing
    that my pee-soaked diapers were leaving a trail in their wake.
    	Lisa had come over to the playground to let us know that we were
    leaving. Lisa asked me why I had taken my plastic pants off and I
    explained to her that I couldn't go down the slide wearing them.
    	"Looks like you got your diapers dirty from doing that," Lisa
    said.
    	"Well, I'm always getting my diapers dirty anyway," I said. "In
    fact, they're dirty right now."
    	"I mean on the outside," Lisa specified. She led us back to the
    picnic area to help pack things up and head back for home.
    	In the days that followed, Lisa got her driver's license and that
    she had gotten a job at a pizza parlor. To allow Lisa to use Mom's car
    while she saved up for a car of her own. Mom left her car at home and
    went in to work with Dad and also came home with him, having made
    arrangements to change her schedule at work to allow for this. Cindy
    also kept herself busy babysitting for a lady down the street, watching
    twin five-year-old girls. Cindy assured me that they had been potty
    trained for quite some time.
    	After the house next door had sat empty for awhile, we finally
    had new neighbors and they had moved in to the house next door. I
    watched them take all their stuff into the house, hauling it from a
    moving truck.
    	I had the house to myself one afternoon, so I was keeping cool in
    front of the air conditioner and lounging around and enjoying a glass
    of iced tea in my wet and shit-filled diapers. I had taken my plastic
    pants off to allow my diapers to "breathe" a little.
    	Suddenly I heard the doorbell ring. As there was nobody else
    home, I either had to answer the door myself and appear in my diapers
    before the visitor, or ignore it and hope the person would think nobody
    was home. After it rang a second time I decided to check to see who was
    out there, so I looked through the peephole and saw a boy standing
    outside. He looked to be about seven or so. He rang the doorbell a
    third time. He looked like he needed help, so I decided to go ahead and
    answer it.
    	I opened the door and let him see right away that I was in my
    diapers.
    	"Hi," he said.
    	"Hello," I said back to him. He kept looking at me, seeing that I
    was wearing diapers, and big ones at that. He seemed like he wasn't
    sure what to say, so I asked him, "Is there something I can do for
    you?"
    	"Do you live here?" he asked me.
    	"Yes, I live here," I said. "Where do you live?"
    	"We just moved in next door," he said.
    	"Welcome to the neighborhood," I replied back.
    	"Do you know anybody who lives around here I can play with?" he
    asked. I was waiting for him to say something about my diapers, but so
    far he hadn't said a word.
    	"There's lots of kids who live around here," I said. I figured he
    was probably interested in meeting some kids his own age instead, even
    though I would have liked to play with him. He sure was a cute little
    boy and I couldn't help but imagine what he'd look like in diapers. I
    then thought that perhaps he would be interested in playing with me if
    he didn't mind playing with a twelve-year-old who wore diapers.. I then
    became excited at the thought of seeing	"Are you looking for kids
    your age?" I asked him.
    	"I dunno," he said. "How old are you?"
    	"I'm twelve," I said. "And you?"
    	"I'm seven," he replied. "Do you have any brothers?"
    	"Nope, just two sisters, and they're both older," I said.
    	"I have a little brother and a big sister," he said. We talked
    about our families for a little bit. He told me that his mom and dad
    got divorced and he was living with his mother.
    	"That's too bad," I said. I then told him about Tony and his
    experiences with watching his parents split up. This seemed to put the
    boy at ease knowing he wasn't alone. We hadn't even introduced
    ourselves yet, so I told him my name. His name was Derek. We shook
    hands.
    	I was hoping he would sooner or later make some comment as to why
    I had diapers on. I was about ready to prompt him and ask, "Well,
    aren't you going to say anything about the diapers I'm wearing?" He
    came close, though.
    	"Why aren't you dressed?" Derek asked.
    	Actually for me, this is as dressed as I am going to get for
    awhile," I told him.
    	"I can wait here if you want to go put some pants on," he said
    courteously.
    	"Well, uhh, you see, that's the problem. I don't have any pants."
    	"You don't have any pants?" Derek asked me curiously. "At all?"
    	"I do, but I usually don't wear them," I told him.
    	"Is that your underwear?" he asked me as he pointed to my huge
    diapers.
    	"Yeah, you could say that it is," I said.
    	"That's okay, because I'm in my underwear a lot, and so is my
    brother."
    	"How old is your brother?" I asked him.
    	"He's four," Derek said. I just had to know if his four-year-old
    brother had yet been put through toilet training or if he was like me
    at that age and still wearing diapers. I asked Derek what kind of
    underwear his brother wore, realizing that perhaps this wasn't an
    appropriate question.
    	"Well, I actually meant so say that he's still in diapers," Derek
    said. "I just don't know what people would think of a four-year-old in
    diapers."
    	A big grin suddenly appeared on my face as I was satisfied with
    the answer I got from Derek.
    	"So what do you think these are that I'm wearing?" I asked Derek.
    	"They look like diapers," he said. "But I didn't think big kids
    like you wore them."
    	"Some of us do," I said. "Usually it's boys, though."
    	"You *are* wearing diapers!" Derek said.
    	"Like I said, this is all I have to wear," I explained to him
    honestly.
    	"Is that all you ever wear?" he asked me.
    	"Just about," I said. "Kind of hard to fit pants over diapers
    like these," I uttered nervously.
    	"Can I come in?" Derek asked me. At least he was still interested
    in getting to know me a little more.
    	"Uh, sure," I said.
    	Derek continued to look at me, studying my diapers. I knew he
    couldn't have been expecting to see a boy my age in diapers, so I said,
    "I'm probably the oldest boy you've ever seen in diapers, huh?" God I
    was nervous.
    	"I've never seen anyone in diapers besides a baby or my brother,"
    Derek said. "He's not really a baby anymore, but my Mom says he is as
    long as he doesn't use the toilet."
    	"Can I get you something to drink?" I offered Derek as I walked
    over to him. I wanted to keep him here long enough to hear more about
    his little brother, perhaps himself. While I had his attention I
    figured I might as well explain to him why I was in diapers.
    	`"What do you have?" Derek asked. I offered him lemonade, iced
    tea, Coke or Diet Coke. He chose the lemonade, so I went to the kitchen
    and brought back two glasses full of ice cold lemonade. As I set the
    glasses down on the coffee table I purposely bent over to show off my
    diapered butt to Derek, followed by a feigned apology for my state of
    dress.
    	"I hope you don't mind that I'm going around in my diapers in
    front of you," I said.
    	"I don't mind," he said. "You said it's all you have to wear
    anyway."
    	"Yeah, because if I didn't have these diapers on my butt you'd
    see my naked butt instead," I said. I knew I was pushing it a little to
    say this to Derek, but I was so excited by the smaller boy's presence
    and I couldn't resist. He laughed as I said this.
    	I then offered him a seat on the couch. The air conditioner could
    be felt from where we were sitting. As he and I saw next to each other
    I kept my legs apart so he could see the magnitude of my diapers in
    their thickness as well as their width in my crotch. He could even see
    the pins since I didn't have my plastic pants on at the time. I turned
    myself towards him, hoping he would ask me about my diapers so more and
    hopefully express an interest in wanting to try wearing them. I noticed
    that he kept his eyes trained on my crotch most of the time, only
    making momentary eye contact with me. I asked him about his brother's
    toilet training stubbornness so that maybe this could elicit a dialog
    about diapers.
    	"Well, that's one of the things my Mom and Dad fought about
    before the divorce," Derek said as he hung his head low. "My sister
    Jennie was potty trained at two and a half, so then everyone else was
    expected to be like her, and then when it was my turn, I was three and
    still in diapers and my Mom was yelling at me all the time, so my Mom
    forced me through toilet training until she made me wet and mess my
    pants without diapers, telling me that I would have to use the toilet
    or wear wet and poopy pants all day."
    	This was getting interesting. I felt like I had made it to first
    base with Derek, in a manner of speaking. He was at least interested
    enough in the topic to keep telling me things about his toilet training
    experiences, which sounded like as much misery as I went through. I
    encouraged him to continue talking.
    	"Then when Steven-- that's my brother-- turned three, my Mom
    yelled at him a lot, so that's when my Dad and her really started
    arguing. My Dad said that he was tired of her yelling at us kids over
    toilet training, and well, there were other things they fought about,
    too, but that was just one of them."
    	"I see, I said, seeing that the topic of his parents divorcing
    made him uneasy, which was understandable.
    	"Well, you don't have to tell me about the divorce if you don't
    want to," I said. "I am kind of curious, though, why your brother is
    still in diapers?"
    	"I think my Mom upset him so much with making him use the toilet
    that now he's afraid to use it and he has bad memories of it, so Mom's
    like babying him and making him wear diapers and training pants since
    he won't use the toilet at all. She decided that after my toilet
    training was so difficult she wasn't going to fight it anymore and
    decided that Steven can just stay in diapers until he's ready."
    	I could sense a hint of envy in Derek's voice as he talked about
    how his little brother was still treated like a baby to some extent,
    which he mentioned included having him drink from a bottle and sleep in
    a crib. Derek sounded like he wished he had been the youngest, and thus
    the one on whom toilet training was totally abandoned instead of his
    little brother. He also mentioned that his brother sucks on pacifiers.
    I was thinking, "Yyyeeesss!!!"
    	I didn't want to ask Derek how he felt about all this. I figured
    I would let him reveal these things to me on his own if he wanted to,
    that is, assuming he wanted to wear diapers and be treated like a baby
    like his little brother. He finally asked me the one big question
    everyone asks me, why I was wearing diapers, so of course I told him
    the whole story. He asked me a lot of questions, which I was glad to
    answer for him, especially when he asked me why I had so many diapers
    on at one time.
    	"I like them this way, I like how they look and feel, they can
    hold a lot, and well, it's the way my sisters like to diaper me, and
    they get carried away with it."
    	"Did you say your sisters put your diapers on you?" Derek asked.
    He was surprised to learn that my older sisters handled most of my
    diaper changes.
    	"Oh yeah, most of the time they do," I said.
    	"So they have to see you naked, huh?" Derek said.
    	"Well, unless they can do it with their eyes closed," I replied.
    "And I doubt that would be easy for them to do. I wouldn't want them to
    attempt it naked since they're handling diaper pins, and, well, they
    just wouldn't feel too good being stuck into some places other than my
    diapers. Besides, they like it."
    	"But they're girls," Derek said.
    	"I know they're girls; I've seen them naked a couple of times,
    too," I said. "We boys are different than they are."
    	"Doesn't it bother you that they do this?" Derek asked me.
    	"Not now, since it's been almost four years that they've been
    changing my diapers."
    	"I'd never let my sister do that to me," Derek said. I picked
    this up as a possible hint that he still wore diapers, but it was hard
    to tell.
    	"Even Steven won't let Jennie change him, but she does if she's
    the only one home, which wasn't very often since my Dad worked days and
    my Mom was working nights. I don't know why, but Mom didn't want Jennie
    changing his diapers even though she's always asking if she can change
    him."
    	I could sense that Derek may have had an inclination to try
    wearing diapers, especially after being exposed to his brother wearing
    diapers for so long as well as seeing that I was wearing diapers, too.
    I didn't outright suggest that he try it himself, but I did mention
    several times how I used to make diapers out of my underwear by wearing
    a whole bunch of them at a time and then pooping in them. He smiled as
    I told him how I felt like I was wearing diapers. He acted like he
    wanted to say something to me, but he seemed to be holding something
    back. I didn't force it out of him.
    	While I was sitting there I let a big load of poop go into my
    diapers, which were already wet and poopy from the day's previous
    usage. Derek looked down at my crotch as my continuous wet farts
    indicated what I was doing. He then sensed the odors from the fresh
    discharge.
    	"You really use those diapers, don't you?" he said.
    	"Well, taking them off to go to the bathroom would defeat the
    purpose, for one thing. And I'm surely not taking all these pins out!"
    I said as I pointed to the dense conglomeration of diaper pins running
    up my side.
    	"Your sisters do that to you, too?"
    	"Oh yeah, they like to make sure I won't take my diapers off, not
    that I would anyway."
    	Derek then asked me where the bathroom was and I told him. He
    then got up to go use it. I felt disappointed as his request to use the
    bathroom obviously precluded any such notions that I had about him
    being a diaper-wearer himself. I had thought that this was what he was
    wanting to tell me earlier before backing down. I examined his shorts
    from behind as he got up from the couch and headed towards the
    bathroom. I could see the contours of his little butt cheeks, so I knew
    there were no diapers to speak of underneath his shorts.
    	When Derek came back out of the bathroom he asked me what toys I
    had to play with. I took him into my room, making sure he stayed behind
    me long enough to see my diapers so prominently. When he came into my
    room he was surprised to see that I had a crib.
    	"Wow, you sleep in a crib just like my brother!" Derek said. "I
    guess wearing diapers all the time must make you want to do that, or
    something," Derek said.
    	"It does have its effects on you," I said. Derek then noted all
    the diaper ads that I had tacked onto my walls as well as the drawings
    I had done of older boys in diapers, not to mention some 8 x 10's of me
    in my diapers. Most of all he noted the large "Thickies" posters, which
    were enlarged versions of the pre-market ads that appeared in the
    information and questionnaire packets.
    	"Wow, you're really into diapers," Derek said to me.
    	"Yeah, it pretty much takes up most of my free time," I said. I
    then told him about my future appearance in TV commercials and print
    ads for Thickies. I showed him the Thickies diapers themselves as well
    as the huge plastic pants that went over them. We then played with
    several of my toys for awhile. Again I used this time as an opportunity
    to maximize the exposure of my diapers to Derek's eyes and his
    impressionable mind as I sat with my legs wide open. I could tell Derek
    kept looking at my diapers and was more interested in this than he was
    in playing with my toys. I then showed him some games on the computer
    as well as some of the diaper stories I had written about myself as
    well as Tony, my cousin Darren, Bryce, the boys from summer camp and
    some fictional stories that I had been working on.
    	I didn't want to overdo it, but I knew I wouldn't be satisfied
    until I got Derek to tell me that he wished he wore diapers. Perhaps my
    hunch was leading me astray and Derek was merely intrigued by my
    interest in diapers without wanting to wear diapers himself. On the
    other hand, I didn't know what else would motivate him to show such
    interest. Otherwise he would have probably dismissed me as a complete
    weirdo by now and gone on to meet some of the other neighborhood kids
    instead.
    	Just as I was showing Derek another story, the doorbell rang. I
    wasn't sure if I should ask Derek to answer it since he was more
    decently dressed than I was. I got up and looked through the peephole.
    It was a girl who looked to be about 10 or 11. She appeared tall,
    slender and had a tanned complexion. She had on high-cut shorts.
    	"It's a girl," I said to Derek, describing to him the features
    that I noted.
    	"It's probably my sister," Derek said. "That sounds like her. Is
    she wearing a bright green shirt?"
    	"Yeah, she is," I said.
    	"It's gotta be her," he said.
    	I opened the door and stood right there before her in my diapers.
    I knew she couldn't have been expecting to see anything like this. She
    looked me over for a couple seconds and then said, "Hi, uhhh, I'm
    Jennie. We just moved in next to you guys. I think my brother came over
    here. Is he here?"
    	"Yeah, he is," I said. I told Derek his sister was here as he
    expected.
    	"Tell her I'll be right out," Derek said. I noticed he was
    reading one of the stories I had started writing recently.
    	"Can I come in?" Jennie asked me. I didn't want to be un-
    neighborly tell her that she couldn't, and she seemed to be in a hurry.
    I was getting so excited over letting her see me wearing my diapers. I
    invited the girl in. She looked at Derek, telling him that he needed to
    get back home.
    	"Mom wants you home so you can finish unpacking your stuff,"
    Jennie said. She then looked back at me again standing there. She kept
    her eyes on me as she stared at my diapers, but she didn't say
    anything.
    	"Yep, they're diapers," I said to her, knowing that this was
    likely going to be her next comment. "Sorry if I'm not quite fully
    dressed."
    	"Well, since my two brothers are always in their underwear, it's
    not like I haven't seen boys in well, I guess you could call what
    you're wearing your underwear, though I must say that you're a little
    old for diapers, though."
    	"A lot of people think that and assume that diapers are just for
    babies and little kids."
    	"You need to meet my brother," Jennie said. "That is, my other
    brother. He's still in diapers, and he's four. I think he was scared
    away from potty training. Mom thinks he'll give up his diapers
    eventually, but if he sees you, he might change his mind."
    	"What makes you say that?" I asked Jennie.
    	"Well, after seeing you, you can't convince him anymore that only
    little boys wear diapers and poop their pants."
    	"That gives me an idea," I thought to myself. I was already
    thinking of ways to hopefully convince Derek to try wearing diapers.
    Now I had my work cut out for me, hoping to further thwart any progress
    Steven might make in potty training.
    	"Oh, my name's Chris, by the way," I said to her.
    	"Pleased to meet you, Chris," she said. I then paused for a
    moment before telling her, "I hope you won't mind that I'm in my
    diapers like this."
    	"No, I don't mind," she said. I had a feeling she wanted to say
    something to the effect that she thought I looked cute in them, but
    being new to the neighborhood, she likely refrained from making such
    comments.
    	"Good," I said. "Because this is all I have to wear."
    	"You mean, you're *always* in your diapers like that?" Jennie
    asked me.
    	"It's all I've worn all summer long," I said.
    	"Don't worry," Jennie assured me. She then opened up and said, "I
    think you look kind of cute in diapers, actually"
    	"Thanks," I said while I felt my face blush. "Everybody says that
    about me."
    	"Who's everybody?" Jennie asked me. I told her that everyone in
    my family as well as a couple friends and their families have all seen
    me in diapers.
    	"Just wondering, why do you wear diapers?" Jennie asked me. I
    should have known that question was going to come up.
    	"Same reason your little brother wears them," I said. "I was
    scared away from potty training and I hated it, so I didn't want to use
    the toilet and I finally got put back in diapers for good."
    	"Really?" Jennie asked me.
    	"Chris told me all about it, too," Derek said.
    	"I wonder if Steven will turn out like you," Jennie said to me.
    	"From what Derek told me about him, he probably will," I said.
    "Whatever you do, don't make him use the toilet if he doesn't want to,"
    I said. "I speak from experience, and it sucked."
    	"Do you still live with both your Mom and Dad?" Jennie asked me,
    as if my mention of my horrible toilet training experiences invoked
    this question.
    	"Yeah, I do," I said.
    	"My parents just got a divorce, and that's why we moved," Jennie
    said.
    	"I told him about Mom and Dad already," Derek said to Jennie so
    she wouldn't have to repeat what I already knew.
    	A moment later Steven appeared at the door. He was in a T-shirt
    and a disposable diaper.
    	"What are you doing?" Steven asked as he came to the door, which
    was still open.
    	"Go back home, Steven," Jennie told him in a gentle voice. "We'll
    be over in a minute."
    	"I think I need to be changed," Steven said as he remained
    outside on the front step just out of view of me wearing my diapers. I
    took a peek to see what he looked like. He had blonde hair just like
    Derek did.
    	Jennie then knelt down and checked Steven's diaper, both front
    and back.
    	"Hmm, just wet," she said. "You smell like you pooped."
    	I had a feeling that Jennie was smelling me when she detected the
    poopy stink. She then realized that I was the source of the fecal odors
    as she turned around and looked up at me.
    	"Wait until you poop, okay, Stevie, and then Mom will change you.
    No point taking your diaper off until you've fully used them, right?"
    	Jennie then slapped Steven on his little behind as she sent him
    back home. I was hoping she'd let him see me in my diapers, but then I
    figured there would be time enough for him to eventually see that I
    wore diapers. I had to wonder how Jennie felt about Steven being in
    diapers, especially as Derek mentioned that she was always wanting to
    change him and wasn't allowed to do so unless she was the only one
    home.
    	"Well, come on, Derek, let's get back before Mom comes over
    here." She then said to me, "I don't know what she'd say if she saw you
    wearing those diapers."
    	"She'd probably be surprised like most people are," I said.
    "Would she let Derek play with me if she knew I wore diapers?"
    	"Hard to say," Jennie said. "My Mom's weird when it comes to
    diapers. I'd have you meet her right now, but she's busy getting things
    unpacked and put away, and tomorrow she starts her job. You're welcome
    to come over then if you want."
    	"Good!" I thought, hoping my diapered presence would exert some
    influence on the two boys. I couldn't wait.
    	"Can I come over in just my diapers?" I asked, sounding somewhat
    embarrassed. "It's all I have, believe me," I explained. "Like I said,
    I don't have any pants to wear."
    	"With diapers like those, I'm not surprised," Jennie smiled. She
    and Derek then left. "Nice meeting you, Chris."
    	After they left, I headed towards the phone to call Tony to tell
    him what just happened. Just before I got to the phone, however, it
    rang. It turned out to be Tony calling me.
    	"Chris! Chris! I have something to tell you!" Tony shouted with
    excitement.
    	"I was just about to call you," I said. "I've got something to
    tell you!"
    	"Is it good?" Tony asked as his exuberant tone mellowed somewhat.
    	"Oh yeah, it's good!" I said. "What about yours?"
    	"You'd better believe it's good!" Tony said. "But tell me yours
    first, since I know mine will knock your socks off!"
    	"But probably not my diapers, right?" I said.
    	"You'd better have them pinned on good and tight," Tony warned in
    a joking manner.
    	"Trust me, they are," I said as I examined my diaper pins.
    "You've seen how Lisa and Cindy diaper me."
    	"Good!" Tony said. "Tell me your story before I get too excited
    and tell you mine first!"
    	I told Tony about meeting the new neighbors and what I had
    planned for the two boys. Tony was excited to hear about this. I
    started telling him some of the details, but then he cut me off.
    	"Tell me the rest later!" he said. "I can't stand it any longer,
    I gotta tell you!"
    	"What's your story?" I asked him. I figured it had to be good.
    	"I'm going to California with you after all!!!" he shouted. I
    could hear him jumping up and down on his kitchen floor.
    	"YYYESS!!!" I shouted. "I knew you'd make it! I just knew you
    would!"
    	Tony explained that there had been a couple cancellations from
    the other kids who were going to appear, so Tony, being an alternate
    candidate, was chosen.
    	"I wish I could high-five you over the phone!" I said.
    	"Can I come over and show you the letter?" Tony asked. "I'm too
    excited to just stay here!"
    	"Sure, come on over!" I said. He then hung up the phone and said
    he would be here right away.
    	Cindy came home a few minutes later. She could tell I was very
    excited. I explained to her why I was so excited. She was glad to hear
    that Tony was going to be joining me for appearing in the long-awaited
    Thickies advertising. I started telling her about meeting the neighbors
    as well, but apparently nature was calling her. With this she headed
    for the bathroom. She wasn't in there five seconds before she came back
    out and came up to me.
    	"I noticed the lid was up and someone peed on the toilet seat,"
    Cindy said. "I know it wasn't you, Chris, or was it?"
    	"Trust me, it wasn't. When you change me, you'll know that I
    didn't use the toilet."
    	"Was somebody here?" Cindy asked.
    	"Yeah, the kids from next door who just moved in," I told her. "I
    just met them today."
    	I told Cindy about Derek and his reaction to seeing me in
    diapers. I also told Cindy about Jennie and Steven and that he was
    still in diapers at age four.
    	"He sounds just like you, Chris," Cindy said. I told her that
    Steven went through hell with his toilet training just like I did.
    	"You two ought to get along just fine," Cindy said.
    	"Let me tell you more about Derek," I said to her. Cindy was
    crossing her legs now. This reminded me of how nice it was for me to be
    in diapers and never having to cross my legs, especially being that my
    diapers were much too thick to allow me to cross my legs, anyway.
    	"Tell me about him when I'm done," Cindy said as she went back to
    the bathroom. When she came back out a few minutes later I told her
    about Derek.
    	"He's the one who used the toilet, by the way," I said.
    	"I figured it had to have been him, since I know you'd never take
    your diapers off. Maybe he should wear diapers, too, if he can't get
    all his piss to go where it's supposed to go," Cindy said.
    	"I'm working on that," I said to Cindy. She was amused by my
    hopes of getting Derek to wear diapers. I then told her what I had
    observed of Derek and why I thought he was a potential candidate for a
    diaper-wearer.
    	"You'll have every boy in this neighborhood in diapers at the
    rate you're going, Chris," Cindy said to me before taking me to my
    bedroom for a much-needed diaper change.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 58
    ---------------------------

    	It was about 6:00 in the evening when the doorbell rang. I was
    lying on my bedroom floor drawing a picture of some boys in diapers.
    The scene was a "Diaper Testing Facility" as indicated by the sign on
    the wall in the background. Several boys were playing with monitoring
    devices connected to their diapers, much like the one I had used for my
    diapers. Other boys were on changing tables being changed by girls who
    were the boys' sisters. I had already completed two drawings in this
    setting and I was halfway though the third one. Cindy was out in the
    front room, so she answered the door. It was Derek from next door.
    	"Is Chris here?" Derek asked Cindy shyly.
    	"Yes, he is," Cindy asked the little boy. She had never met Derek
    before, so she asked him, "Who are you, by the way?"
    	"I'm Derek, I live next door to you guys now," he said. "We just
    moved in."
    	"Oh yes, Chris told me about you," Cindy said. "Come on in."
    	"Chris!" Cindy shouted. "You have a visitor!"
    	"Is it Derek?" I shouted back.
    	"He claims to be Derek," Cindy said. I knew she was just
    bullshitting as usual, so I left my bedroom and went out to greet him.
    	"Hi," Derek said. I could see that his eyes were fixed on my
    diapers. I lifted my shirt to expose them more for him.
    	"Hello," I said. I wasn't expecting him to come back over again
    so soon.
    	"I finished unpacking my stuff so my Mom said I could come play
    until supper was ready," Derek said.
    	"Oh, okay, sure," I said, making him feel welcome. "What do you
    want to do?"
    	"I dunno," Derek said.
    	"Well, I was in the middle of drawing something, so do you like
    to draw?"
    	"Yeah," he said. "But I'm not very good."
    	"I'm not that great, either, but it gives me something to do," I
    said. I led Derek back to my bedroom. I showed him the diaper drawing
    that I was working on. Derek laughed as he picked it up and looked at
    it.
    	"You made their butts big!" Derek said.
    	"Well, look at my butt, and you'll see why I draw them like
    that," I said. Again I felt somewhat nervous, as if I was pushing my
    diaper persuasion onto Derek too ambitiously.
    	"What do you think?" I asked Derek.
    	"It's funny!" he said.
    	"You wanna see some others that I drew?" I asked him, seeing that
    this held his interest.
    	"Yeah," Derek said. With this I went to my desk and pulled out a
    folder containing other drawings I had made.
    	"Here are some others I drew in the 'Diaper Testing Facility'" I
    said as I handed them to him. I then handed him the entire folder.
    While he went through them and looked at them I thought about what I
    should do next. He liked the pictures, but I still couldn't confirm if
    he would be willing to try wearing a diaper himself.
    	"How long until you have to be back for supper?" I asked him.
    	"My Mom will come over when it's ready," Derek said. "She said it
    wouldn't be more than a few minutes, so I probably can't stay very
    long."
    	"Damn!" I thought. I didn't want to get him into a diaper only to
    have his mother come over. I needed to have some more time to really
    work with him. So far I've planted the seed in him, now I just needed
    to water it, and hopefully in the end I could harvest a diaper boy out
    of Derek, just like me.
    	My Mom had since then come home and she came to my room.
    	"Hello, Chris," my Mom said. "This must be Derek," she said.
    "Pleased to meet you, Derek."
    	"Are you Chris' Mom?" Derek asked my mother.
    	"Yes, I am," she said. "I'm sure you've noticed what my son likes
    to wear by now."
    	"He wears diapers!" Derek said with an amused expression.
    	"Get used to it," my Mom told him. "It's about all he wears
    around here."
    	"Mom, you don't mind that Derek's here?" I asked my Mom.
    	"No, not at all," my Mom said. "But we'll be eating shortly, so
    he'll have to leave by then."
    	"Okay," I said. "Is it okay that he sees me in diapers?" I asked
    Mom.
    	"Everybody else sees you in diapers, so what does it matter that
    Derek sees you, too?"
    	"I dunno," I said. "I was just making sure it was all right with
    you."
    	"You don't need my permission to wear diapers in front of anyone,
    Chris," my Mom said. "If anything, you'd need permission to wear
    something *over* your diapers when we have guests, and you already know
    the answer to that one."
    	With this my Mom left us alone. I showed Derek some more drawings
    as well as a short diaper story that I wrote and printed out on the
    computer.
    	"Is diapers all you ever think about?" Derek asked me.
    	"Pretty much," I said. "Well, I like other things, too."
    	"Do you like football?" he asked me.
    	"No, not especially," I said.
    	"What about baseball?" he asked.
    	"It's all right, but I'm not very good at it," I said.
    	"How about basketball?"
    	"Not really, I'm too short and I can't handle the ball very
    well," I said. "I'm just not into sports, I guess. I do like watching
    car races, though."
    	"You'll have to come over and see my race track when I get it set
    up," Derek said. "Maybe tomorrow you can come over and we can play with
    it."
    	"You wanna see my race track?" I asked Derek. I felt that I
    should change the subject and balance things out and not push diapers
    on him any more than I already had. Either he was going to go for the
    diapers or he wasn't. With this I went to my closet and dug out my Hot
    Wheels racing set. In doing so I kept myself in a bent-over position so
    that Derek would get an extended view of my diapered butt. I pretended
    that I was having trouble finding all the segments to the track just to
    prolong the show I was giving Derek of my derriere. While I was bent
    over I let out a juicy fart which had also moved some stool along with
    it. Derek laughed but he didn't say anything, so I asked him what he
    thought was so funny.
    	"You farted," he giggled shyly.
    	"I more than just farted," I said. "I pooped."
    	"Watch it, Chris," my conscience told me as I realized that my
    temptation to talk about diapers with Derek was overcoming me once
    again. Every vein in my body was awash with adrenaline, my heartbeat
    was in overdrive and I had an intense hard-on that I would be relieving
    myself of right now if Derek weren't in the room with me. I had to
    displace some of this energy, but I didn't know how Derek would respond
    if I just came out and asked him if he ever thought about wearing
    diapers. I finished gathering the tracks and some of my cars.
    	"Pick a car," I said, showing Derek part of my collection of Hot
    Wheels cars.
    	"I'll take this one," he said as he selected a red Corvette.
    	"I like this one," I said as I picked out a blue Firebird. At
    that time I released more gassy poop into my diapers. Derek laughed
    again and then a moment later, when the smell had spread throughout my
    bedroom he said, "Phew, you stink!"
    	"That's usually what happens when you poop your diapers," I said.
    I couldn't stand the tension any longer, so I had to break the ice
    somehow.
    	"Have you ever had an accident?" I asked Derek. I felt I was
    overstepping my bounds by asking him this, but for the time being I
    felt better and released some of the tension as I gave into my
    increasingly irresistible temptation.
    	"A couple times," Derek said.
    	"When was the last one?" I asked.
    	"I was coming home from school and I had to poop and I didn't
    make it," he said. "My Dad was really mad."
    	"What did he do?" I asked him. I was hoping that he would tell me
    that he was permanently diapered from that day forward, but I knew this
    wasn't the case.
    	"He just yelled at me, and he asked me why I didn't go at school,
    and I told him that the kids laugh at you if they know you're going
    poop."
    	"So you don't like to use the toilets at school?" I asked him.
    	"I only them if I only have to pee," he said.
    	At this point I decided that I had better get the race underway.
    We only had about ten minutes to play before the doorbell rang. We
    stopped racing the cars and instead listened in on the conversation
    from the front door.
    	"It's my Mom," Derek said. "I hafta go."
    	"Okay," I said. "See you tomorrow."
    	Derek ran out to the front room and waited while he and my mother
    talked and got to know each other. I stood out in the hallway and
    listened in. I wanted to find out what Derek's mother looked like, but
    I wasn't sure that she would think if she saw me wearing diapers. While
    I stood around the corner I picked up on the middle of the conversation
    between my mother and Derek's mother.
    	"...Oh, well, Chris doesn't have anything to do during the day,
    so if you'd like him to come over and stay with your kids while you're
    at work, that's fine," my Mom said. "Or they can come over here and
    play."
    	"That would be great, Mrs. Barrett," Derek's mother said. "I just
    don't like to leave my kids by themselves, but with the divorce and
    all, and me working a day job now, well, you know..."
    	It sounded like our mothers had agreed that I could stay with
    Derek and his siblings during the day. In other words, I had more or
    less been appointed as their baby-sitter. I wasn't sure how Mom was
    going to introduce the fact that if I were over there I would have to
    be in my diapers. As I continued to listen, my answer to this question
    was determined.
    	"There is one thing you'll need to be aware of when it comes to
    Chris," my Mom said. "I know you might think this is strange, but Chris
    wears diapers."
    	"Really? Diapers? How old did you say Chris was?" Derek's mother
    asked my mother.
    	"He's twelve," my Mom said. "I know that you've probably never
    seen a twelve-year-old in diapers before," my Mom said with some
    hesitation.
    	"No, I must say that I never have, but maybe someday I may have a
    twelve-year-old boy of my own in diapers," Derek's mother said,
    sounding somewhat surprised. "My youngest is four and he's still in
    diapers, and as far as I'm concerned he'll probably stay in diapers.
    His potty training is pretty much, pardon the pun, gone down the
    toilet."
    	"Believe me, I know what you mean!" my Mom said with an
    exasperated sigh. "Chris just flat-out would not use the toilet no
    matter what, and we had to literally chain him to the toilet to get him
    to use it."
    	I remembered that day very clearly. Dad actually sat me on the
    toilet and ran a chain around me and locked it and made me sit there
    for an hour. I cried and cried, and I still didn't poop in the toilet.
    I held it until I got diapers put back on me. It was one of those more
    painful memories I tried to forget. I didn't even want to mention it in
    my personal account that I had written.
    	"I thought about doing that," Derek's mother said in an equally
    exasperated voice.
    	"I hope you'll take my advice, Mrs. Brooks," my Mom said,
    establishing Derek's last name. "We probably shouldn't have pushed
    Chris so hard with toilet training, but his sisters were so
    cooperative, so we thought Chris would do the same."
    	"Boys are harder to train you know," Derek's mother said. "My
    daughter Jennie was out of diapers before her third birthday, and she
    never had an accident, piece of cake. Then along came Derek."
    	"Mom!" Derek interjected.
    	"Don't interrupt me," his mother chided him and then continued
    her conversation.
    	"Derek was four and still in diapers. At the time there were no
    diapers that would fit him, so we told him, 'you've outgrown diapers,
    that's why they don't make them any bigger than they do.' He had
    several accidents, but he learned. As for Steven, now that there are
    bigger diapers, we're just waiting until he outgrows these, I don't
    know what else to do."
    	"Well, as I was saying," my Mom continued, "we pushed Chris so
    hard, I'll admit that we made it miserable for him."
    	"You're damn right it was miserable," I said to myself. Mom
    continued.
    	"In the end it turned out to be a fruitless effort since, as
    you'll no doubt see in a moment, Chris is back in diapers full time now
    and has been ever since he was eight years old. He just wanted to wear
    diapers, period, and he wasn't about to give them up. He kept pooping
    his pants, refusing to use the toilet. Spanking him, grounding him,
    even smearing his nose in his soiled underpants wasn't enough to make
    him stop. I don't know what it was with him, but we put an end to the
    battle once and for all and our family has been more peaceful ever
    since."
    	Mom continued to tell Derek's mother about my diaper-wearing
    history, including having Lisa and Cindy handle most of the diaper
    changes and how the school accommodated me, et cetera. My Mom continued
    to prattle on before she finally concluded. By then she was getting
    very boisterous as she felt so strongly about what she had been through
    with me.
    	"What I'm trying to tell you, Mrs. Brooks, is that if Steven
    never wants to stop wearing diapers, don't make him. You'll save
    yourself a lot of grief that way, and Steven will eventually decide on
    his own if he wants to use the toilet. But if he wants his diapers
    badly enough, he'll do whatever it takes to make sure he doesn't lose
    them. He's probably learned to use his body's wastes as a weapon
    against you, so to speak, and he knows that this is something that you
    can't stop him from doing. He knows that you won't put up with smelly
    and messy pants and will use diapers on him for your own sake."
    	"Wow, Mrs. Barrett, I must say that you've really been through a
    lot with your son," Derek's mother said to my Mom. "Is he here?"
    	"Yes, let me get him."
    	When I saw my Mom come towards the hallway I ran back to my room
    so she wouldn't know that I had been listening in on them the whole
    time. Mom came into my room as expected and she told me to come out and
    meet Derek's mother.
    	"Does she know--?" I started to ask, even though I already knew
    the answer.
    	"Yes, she knows you wear diapers," my Mom said as she directed me
    to follow her out to the front room. I hesitantly emerged from the
    hallway and stood before Derek's mother. She was quite impressed with
    the magnitude of my diapers.
    	"You sure weren't kidding when you said he wears diapers!"
    Derek's mother said. "They sure are big! I mean, they're big-looking on
    your boy."
    	"I know they're really, really thick, but that's how he wears
    them," my Mom says.
    	"Does he have any pants or shorts?" Derek's mother asked.
    	"Well, none that will fit over his diapers," my Mom said. "If
    Chris comes over, he'll have to come over in his diapers only."
    	"Well, okay, if he's comfortable with it," Derek's mom said.
    	"He doesn't have a choice," my Mom said. "Either it's diapers or
    nothing, and I don't think you'll want Chris over there in your new
    house without diapers on if you value the carpet," my Mom joked.
    	"So Chris has *no* control of his bladder or his bowels?" Derek's
    mom asked.
    	"Nope, within a few months he lost all control of his bladder and
    bowels," my Mom said. "You might want to think about that as well if
    you decide that Steven should stay in diapers. Consider how it will
    affect him at school."
    	"Well, Steven had better make up his mind if he wants to use the
    toilet or he'll never develop any control and he *will* be stuck in
    diapers for good, whether he likes it or not. If he sees that Chris
    wears diapers, he may never want to give up his diapers. Maybe it's for
    the best, from what you've told me, Mrs. Barrett. I guess at this point
    I don't have anything to lose, except that I will need to get some
    diapers that will fit Steven when he gets older. Where to you get
    Chris' diapers?"
    	"Kidz Klothez, it's at the mall," my Mom said. "They have a brand
    called Thickies, it's what Chris wears."
    	Apparently my Mom decided to hold off from carrying the
    conversation any farther by mentioning my upcoming appearance in
    Thickies advertising since this wasn't brought up.
    	"Can Chris change his own diapers?" Derek's mother asked.
    	"No, his sisters usually do it for him," my Mom said. "He won't
    need to be changed during the day. Lisa or Cindy will be sure he's
    diapered up plenty thick before he comes over, so he can go all day."
    	"Well, if Chris does need a change I suppose Jennie could change
    him," Derek's mother said.
    	"What's this about Jennie changing me?" I asked, feigning
    ignorance to their prior conversation.
    	"Chris, we were wondering if you would mind spending your time in
    the mornings and afternoons at Derek's house," my Mom said.
    	"You mean, like babysit them?" I asked.
    	"Yeah, more or less. Mrs. Brooks just feels more comfortable
    having someone a little older there at the house. You and Derek seem to
    get along well, and of course he's already seen that you wear diapers,
    so that's not an issue."
    	"Sure," I said.
    	"Look, I know this may cut into your free time at home, Chris,
    but it would mean a lot to me. You seem like a nice boy from what your
    mother has told me."
    	I blushed as she said this.
    	"I'll pay you twenty-five dollars a week, five dollars a day for
    your trouble," Derek's Mom offered me. I figured that with about six
    weeks of summer left, minus the one week or so I would be in
    California, that this amounted to 125 dollars. I figured I could easily
    use the money and have fun earning it at the same time.
    	"There's no need to pay him, Mrs. Brooks, really, there isn't,"
    my Mom intervened. I wanted to tell her, "Shut up, Mom!"
    	"I have to give the boy something," Mrs. Brooks said. "He could
    use some pocket change, I'm sure."
    	"Well, he doesn't have any pockets to put it in since he wears no
    pants," my Mom remarked.
    	"Then you can fill up your piggy bank instead," Mrs. Brooks said
    to me. "It'll cost a lot less than day care, which I really can't
    afford until I get more established in my new job. Besides, Chris, you
    won't be doing everything that a baby-sitter does. Jennie's ten and she
    can handle most things by herself; she's a big girl. She can even
    change Steven's diapers. In fact, Chris, she might even change yours!"
    Mrs. Brooks laughed.
    	"Looking at how Lisa and Cindy diaper him up, I don't think he'll
    need any diaper changes during the day," Mom sad as she once again
    confirmed the extreme thickness of my diapers by patting me on the
    butt. Mom continued talking.
    	"If Chris does ever need to have his diapers changed, Cindy or
    Lisa—at least one of them-- will probably be home and he can call one
    of them over if he needs a change during the day. Besides, I don't
    think Jennie would know how to handle cloth diapers, especially with
    all those pins that are in Chris' diapers! That, and I don't think
    you'd want Chris' dirty diapers stinking up your house and getting into
    your laundry."
    	"You're probably right, Mrs. Barrett," Derek's mother said.
    "Jennie's only handled disposables, and I was just teasing Chris
    anyway."
    	"He gets enough of that from his sisters," my Mom said.
    	Mrs. Brooks them turned to me and said, "So, do you understand
    what I am asking of you?"
    	"Yeah, just more or less hang out at your house and do things
    with Derek," I answered. "Right?"
    	"Pretty much," Derek's mother said. "I would just feel better if
    someone a little older was there. Derek and Jennie will go back to
    school this fall anyway, and of course so will you, so I just need you
    for the last few weeks of summer. By then I can at least put Steven in
    day care, if they'll take a four-year-old in diapers, that is. So, what
    do you say, Chris?"
    	"Sure," I said. She still hadn't commented to me much about the
    fact that I would be wearing diapers, so I had to find out how she felt
    about this.
    	"I'm sure my Mom's told you that I'm always in diapers like
    this," I said as I tugged at my plastic pants.
    	"Oh yes, she told me quite a story about you and your diapers,"
    Derek's mother said. "Since you're used to going around in front of
    your own sisters like that I'm sure you can handle being in front of my
    kids. I'm sure they'll understand when I explain to them why you are in
    diapers."
    	At this moment Jennie came over to our house and she had Steven
    with her. No surprise he was wearing just a shirt and a sagging wet
    diaper.
    	"I was just seeing where you were," Jennie said to her mother.
    	"We're leaving right now, dear," her mother said. "I got talking
    to Mrs. Barrett about Chris. He wears diapers, just so you know."
    	"Oh yeah, I saw him earlier today," Jennie said with a smile.
    	"Well, he's going to be over at our house every day while I'm at
    work, so I'd get used to having an older boy in diapers in our house.
    You may even have to change him, so I'd be prepared for that."
    	"I don't think that will be a problem," Jennie said as she looked
    at me with a pleased look on her face.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 59
    ---------------------------

    	Lisa had not yet met Derek nor any of the new neighbors since she
    was still at work when they came over last night. She had come off her
    shift and gotten home just before we ate dinner that evening. During
    the dinner conversation both she and Dad had heard about Derek as well
    as Jennie and Steven. Mom also mentioned that it had been arranged for
    me to go over to their house every weekday morning and play with them
    and make sure they were okay. I didn't want to call it babysitting, but
    I guess in a way it was. I wasn't making lunch for their kids or
    finding things for them to do, or in Steven's case, changing diapers;
    this was Jennie's job.
    	"So you have a babysitting job now, Chris?" Dad asked me.
    	"It's not really babysitting," I explained. "Derek's Mom just
    doesn't want the three of them there alone."
    	"Why Chris and not Cindy?" Dad asked. "Cindy's older and more
    responsible." With this, Cindy stuck her tongue out at me. I just
    ignored her.
    	"Derek came over and met Chris and they get along well, even
    though Chris is quite a bit older. Cindy has her own babysitting job
    anyway."
    	"I take it they all know about Chris and his diapers," my Dad
    said.
    	"Oh yes, they're very well aware of that," my Mom said. "Chris
    can't exactly hide the fact that he's wearing diapers very easily, you
    know."
    	"I mean, are they okay with it?" my Dad asked. "A lot of the
    families in this neighborhood were quite surprised to find out that we
    have a twelve-year-old son in diapers."
    	"They're fine, Robert," Mom said to Dad. "I had to explain it to
    them just like everyone else around here who's asked us about Chris.
    They accepted it just like everyone else, as if it's any of their
    business. Besides, the four-year-old is still in diapers."
    	"If he's anything like Chris was at that age, then they might as
    well toss out the toilet training book right now," my Dad said
    emphatically as he looked straight at me.
    	"That's about what I told Mrs. Brooks," my Mom said. "I told her,
    don't push the toilet training issue if he doesn't want to use the
    potty."
    	"So when he sees Chris in diapers, he'll just want to keep
    wearing diapers."
    	"Maybe so," my Mom said. "It's not the end of the world if your
    kid is four, five, eight, or twelve, and he wears diapers. I think
    we've come to accept that about Chris."
    	Not much else was said about the neighbors from this point as we
    finished dinner. It seemed that Dad had been bothered somewhat by how
    other parents perceived him for having a twelve-year-old son in
    diapers. He always mentioned how hard it was for him to talk to his
    coworkers about his kids without mentioning that I wear diapers, the
    reason I don't go out and play sports or do the things that other
    peoples' boys do. At least this year he could talk about my attending
    summer camp. He also mentioned that I would be going to California to
    be in a commercial, but he didn't disclose what the product was other
    than that it was "boys' fashions." Maybe now that I have a sort of a
    babysitting job he'll feel better about talking about me at work and it
    will make him feel more at ease when water-cooler discussions about
    everyone's kids come up.
    	It was about 8:20 in the morning and I had been awake since 8:00.
    I had eaten breakfast, orange juice and cereal. After I ate breakfast
    Lisa changed my diapers. Given the way Lisa was diapering me up to max
    that morning-- as she always did anyway-- there was no doubt that my
    diapers would make a great impression on the three kids next door,
    especially Steven.
    	It was close to 8:45 by the time I got over to the house next
    door since this was when Derek's mother left. I walked out the front
    door, waddling in thick diapers as I made my way across the dew-covered
    front yard and out to the sidewalk. I couldn't just walk straight over
    through the adjoining front yards since a low fence separated the
    properties in the front. As luck would have it there were some newly-
    trained drivers passing by. They honked their horn and one of the
    passengers shouted "get some pants on, kid!"
    	"I don't have any!" I shouted back. Of course they were out of
    range by then and they couldn't hear me. I walked up to the front door
    and rang the doorbell. Jennie appeared and she answered.
    	"Good morning, diaper boy!" she greeted me as she invited me in.
    She was already dressed for the day. Derek was wearing a tattered
    Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles shirt and plain white underpants, further
    proof that he did not wear diapers. Steven was in a pajama top and a
    drooping wet diaper which also appeared to be loaded in the back as
    well.
    	"Good morning," I said. Steven looked at me, seeing very plainly
    that I was diapered like he was, although my diapers were much thicker
    than his.
    	"Hey!" Steven said as he pointed at me. "You're wearing diapers!"
    	I reciprocated. I pointed to Steven and said, "Hey, you're
    wearing diapers, too! Who else is in diapers around here?"
    	"Just you and Steven," Jennie said as she took Steven's hand and
    led him back into the kitchen. "Now come finish your cereal before it
    gets soggy."
    	"You can sit here," Derek said as he patted a spot on the couch.
    I purposely turned my butt to Derek as I sat down just to make sure he
    could catch a good glimpse of my thick diapers were they were the most
    prominent on me. Before I sat down I bent over and pulled my socks up,
    as if to adjust them, to prolong showing off my butt. Derek was
    watching Nickelodeon, that is, until the sight of my diapers had
    overridden his television viewing interests. I could see Derek looking
    at my diapers as I sat with my crotch wide open. I could also see that
    a gap had formed in the space between his leg and the leg opening of
    his underwear. This was caused by his penis getting hard as a small
    tent had formed in the front.
    	Steven came running into the room a few minutes later as Jennie
    chased him around with a clean diaper.
    	"Steven, let me change your diaper!" Jennie shouted.
    	"No, only Mom change me!" Steven whined.
    	"Mom's not here, Steven, so I have to change you!" Jennie said as
    she had Steven cornered. "I'm not going to hurt you!"
    	"Steven bolted for it as he charged past Jennie. She tried to
    grab him, but with a diaper in one hand, she couldn't grab him with her
    one free hand. He had gone out to the back yard.
    	"Get your butt back in here!" Jennie shouted out the back door.
    She then groaned "Ugghh!" and went out there.
    	Derek got up from the couch and said, "come on, let's help my
    sister."
    	I got up and followed Derek to the kitchen. We watched through
    the sliding door as Steven kept ahead of Jennie and dodged her every
    attempt to catch him. Derek and I went out to the back yard. Steven
    came running towards us and then he started to turn away. He froze in
    his tracks as he realized that he was trapped. With this I grabbed him.
    	"Let go of me!" he said as he squirmed.
    	"What'cha running away for?" I asked Steven. "Don't you want a
    nice, clean, dry diaper on your butt like I do?"
    	"I don't want Jennie to change my diaper!" Steven said as Derek
    held him down.
    	"You want me to change you?" I asked Steven.
    	"I want Mommy to change me!" Steven insisted.
    	"Mommy's not here!" Jennie said. "You need your diaper changed.
    It's starting to leak! And it stinks!"
    	"Where's Mommy?!" Derek cried.
    	"She's at work, so she won't be home for a long while," Jennie
    explained to him. "Now just lay down and let me take that icky, sticky,
    stinky diaper off."
    	"You're going to change him out here?" Derek asked Jennie.
    	"His diaper's leaking, and I don't want to take him in the
    house."
    	"Diaper him like me and leaks are a thing of the past," I said as
    I turned my butt to Jennie.
    	"If I have to put up with this every day I may just have to see
    about having Mom get him some cloth diapers like yours and putting lots
    of them on him like you're wearing, so I don't have to change him all
    the time," Jennie said.
    	"That'd be a good idea," I said. "It doesn't look like he's going
    to be potty trained anytime soon anyway, if ever."
    	"Don't wanna potty!" Steven said.
    	"Then let me change you, okay?" Jennie said calmly to her little
    brother. Steven was still showing signs of resistance. He was putting
    his hands over the front of his diaper.
    	"Steven, I have seen you with your diaper off many times. I know
    what's under there," Jennie said.
    	Steven finally resigned himself to having Jennie take care of his
    overripe diaper. I knew the poop smell came from Steven since I had
    only peed this morning's orange juice and cereal milk into my diapers
    and only the core of the massive bunch of cloth over my crotch was wet
    so far.
    	Jennie took off Steven's full diaper and handed it to Derek.
    	"Here, take this and throw it away," Jennie said as she gave
    Derek the wadded-up diaper. I noticed that Derek had another hard-on
    showing through his briefs. He even rubbed the used diaper (clean side,
    of course) over the front of his underpants several times.
    	"Can you bring me Steven's diaper wipes?" Jennie asked him. With
    this, we both went into the house and into the bedroom which Steven and
    Derek shared. Derek examined the diaper for a few seconds before he
    threw it away. He then grabbed the diaper wipes and took them out to
    Jennie.
    	"Now be sure and wash your hands since you were handling that
    diaper," Jennie said.
    	"I know that," Derek said.
    	"Just making sure you don't get germs and get sick," Jennie said.
    	Derek and I went back into the house and to the bathroom. Derek
    washed his hands, but then he proceeded to pull his briefs down and pee
    into the toilet. I hadn't watched another boy pee into a toilet since
    when Tony and I used to piss jointly into the toilet before we got put
    into diapers. As he stood before the toilet with his butt facing me I
    could tell from the brown streaks in the seat of his underwear that he
    was not very adept at using toilet paper.
    	When Derek began peeing I noticed he missed the bowl and
    overshot, spraying the tank.
    	"Darn it!" he said. "I missed! It's hard to pee when your weenie
    gets hard. Don't you hate that?"
    	"I haven't had that problem for almost four years," I said with a
    smile. "When you're in diapers, it doesn't matter how hard your weenie
    is or where it's pointed."
    	"What makes it do that?" Derek asked me as he managed to readjust
    his aim. Suddenly a light bulb flashed in my mind. Now was my chance to
    break the ice and see how Derek felt about wearing diapers. As I
    hesitated to answer his question, I noted that the medicine cabinet in
    their house was partially open. I could see some laxative tablets from
    where I was standing. Another light bulb lit up in my mind. My heart
    raced as I thought about how I could get Derek to try using the
    tablets, that is, if he wanted to wear diapers first.
    	"What makes it do that?" Derek asked me again. He started wiping
    up the mess he made around the toilet.
    	"What makes what do what?" I asked, hoping that Derek would be
    more specific with his question.
    	"What makes your weenie get all big and stuff?" he asked.
    	I hesitated before I delivered my answer to Derek, keeping in
    mind that he was only seven years old.
    	"Well, for most boys, it happens when you look at girls or think
    about girls."
    	"Eww! I don't think about girls!" Derek said. He was only seven,
    after all, so it was natural for him to resist girls.
    	"Well, what I meant is that older boys, older than you, think
    about girls and their weenies get big," I said. Derek had used up a lot
    of toilet paper to wipe up his misguided pee flow. He then flushed the
    wads of toilet paper down the toilet and then he went to wash his hands
    one more time.
    	"Do you ever think about girls?" Derek asked me. He bent over and
    exposed more of his skid-marked underwear, which was significantly
    dirtier at the point where his butthole came in contact with his
    briefs.
    	"There's one I think about from time to time," I said, referring
    to Megan. I also thought about Gina and Betty, even Kara, and lastly,
    my own two sisters, though not in a direct sexual way, just that they
    happened to be the ones who changed my diapers and this always made me
    get hard. I didn't feel that it was necessary to explain all this to
    Derek. I hesitated as I thought this over and prepared to tell Derek
    how diapers affected me sexually.
    	"So what does it then, if I don't think about girls?" Derek asked
    again.
    	"Well, for me, wearing diapers makes my weenie get big," I
    answered.
    	"How?" Derek asked me curiously.
    	"They just feel good and I like to look at them," I said as I ran
    my hands underneath my crotch and pulled up on the thick layers of
    cloth, tantalizing my stiff penis to which Derek was completely
    oblivious because of my thick diapers.
    	"I also like how they look and how they feel when I pee and poop
    in them," I said.
    	"Does that make your weenie big, too?" Derek asked.
    	"Anything that has to do with diapers," I said. "I love wearing
    them."
    	"So when you think about girls and diapers, what happens?" Derek
    asked. "Does it get *really* big?"
    	This statement sounded an alarm to me and I had to make sure
    Derek wasn't making an association between diapers and girls. If he was
    going to enjoy wearing diapers, I wanted him to think of diapers the
    same way I think of them-- *boys only!*
    	"I only think of boys wearing diapers," I said to Derek. When I
    think of girls, I think of girls *changing* boys' diapers and saying
    things to me like 'only boys wear diapers.' I think boys and diapers
    just go together better. Would you agree?"
    	"I dunno," Derek said. Shit! I was losing him!
    	"How old was Jennie when she was potty trained?" I asked Derek.
    	"Mom says she was two, and she thought I should be toilet trained
    when I was two because Jennie was, but I was four before I was potty
    trained."
    	"Would you say that it's because you're a boy that you were
    toilet trained later?"
    	"That's what my Mom says," Derek said. "She says girls are easier
    to potty train."
    	"She's right," I said. "Steven's four, and still in diapers,
    right?"
    	"Uh huh," Derek said.
    	"And he's a boy, right?"
    	"He has a weenie like I do," Derek giggled.
    	"So he's a boy. And he's still in diapers.
    	"His weenie gets big when he gets his diapers changed," Derek
    said.
    	"That's because he likes how it feels," I said. "Boys wet their
    beds more than girls do, so more boys wear diapers for it. Boys poop
    their pants more than girls. I've read stuff on all this. I think all
    boys should just wear diapers, period."
    	Derek started giggling.
    	"What are you thinking about?" I asked Derek.
    	"I knew a boy who wore diapers," Derek said.
    	"Really?" I asked him. "Please tell more."
    	"My best friend before we moved, he pooped his pants a lot and
    his three sisters all teased him about it, and then his mom put him in
    diapers and his sisters teased him about that, too. I kind of felt
    sorry for him, but it was kind of funny, too."
    	"See, diapers are for boys!" I said, hoping I had negated any
    possible notions developing in Derek's mind that were to the contrary.
    	I told Derek about how my sisters were both potty trained at age
    two and then compared this to my reluctance to give up diapers. I told
    him about all the boys I knew who wore diapers and that I had yet to
    see any girls doing the same thing.
    	"So would you say diapers are for boys?" I asked Derek.
    	"Yeah, there are lots of boys who wear diapers, but no girls,
    huh?"
    	"That's better!" I thought to myself.
    	"None that I know of," I said. "Unless they're babies or
    toddlers."
    	I noticed that Derek had a hard-on again. Since we had just been
    talking about hard-ons, diapers and boys, it seemed more apparent that
    Derek was aroused by this. Jennie came into the room to check up on us.
    She noticed that Derek was still in his underwear.
    	"Aren't you dressed yet, Derek?" she asked. "It's almost 10:00."
    	"Okay, I'll get dressed," Derek said.
    	"What do you need to get dressed for?" I asked Derek. "Look at
    me, this is all I have to wear, a shirt, shoes, socks, and diapers, and
    more diapers, and more diapers, and more diapers, oh, and more diapers,
    and more diapers, and plastic pants."
    	"I like going around in just my underwear," Derek said.
    	"Me, too," I said. "Of course, my underwear is my diapers." I
    reached behind me and patted both of my buttocks.
    	"Can I feel your diapers?" Derek asked me.
    	"Sure," I said as I turned my butt to him. "Feel 'em all you
    want. In fact, you can spank me and I won't feel it."
    	With this, Derek swatted my butt a few times, laughing as he did
    it.
    	"Your diapers are thick!" Derek said.
    	"So you noticed?" I said. "Why did you want to feel my diapers?"
    	"I dunno," Derek said as he became shy. He shrugged, looking
    embarrassed.
    	Finally, I had to make the first move.
    	"Do you ever think about wearing diapers?" I asked Derek. I
    didn't expect a straight and honest answer, so I gave him a chance to
    open up. He hesitated at first and denied it.
    	"Has your weenie been big this whole time?" I asked Derek.
    	"Yeah," he said.
    	"And we've been talking about diapers the whole time, huh?" I
    said.
    	"Yeah," Derek said. "I like talking about diapers." He giggled
    with some reservation.
    	"So, do you wish you could wear diapers?" I asked him. Finally,
    Derek finally admitted that he wished he could wear diapers since his
    little brother wears them.
    	"You know, I had a feeling all along that you did," I said. "I
    noticed your weenie gets big when we talk about diapers or when you
    look at me in diapers."
    	"I can't wear diapers, though," Derek said glumly. "My Mom won't
    let me since I'm toilet trained. I even tried sneaking Steven's diapers
    once and I got caught and I got in trouble for it."
    	"That's too bad," I said. "Maybe if you had more accidents you
    could wear diapers."
    	"What do you mean?" Derek asked me.
    	"Ever try faking accidents?" I asked him.
    	"No, I'm afraid I'll get in trouble," Derek said. "But how would
    my Mom or anyone know they're accidents? I could fake some accidents
    like you did."
    	I then thought about the laxatives in the medicine cabinet.
    	"You may not have to fake your accidents," I said. "You can make
    them for real."
    	"How?" Derek asked.
    	"If you take some laxatives you'll start pooping like crazy, and
    you'll get all your pants and your underwear dirty and everything you
    sit on will get dirty, and if your Mom doesn't want to clean up after
    you like that, she'll probably put you in diapers."
    	"Do you think that would work?" Derek asked me.
    	"It might," I said. "I just wrote about it in a story I wrote
    about a boy who did this in order to get put into diapers. Of course it
    worked for him."
    	"So, what are you saying, that I should take some laxatives?"
    Derek asked.
    	"You bet!" I said. "I saw some in the medicine cabinet while we
    were in the bathroom."
    	With this, Derek headed back to the bathroom and to the medicine
    cabinet. He opened it and grabbed the box of laxative tablets.
    	"Yyyeesss!!!" I thought to myself, feeling that I had
    accomplished the first phase of my mission.

    FOREVER IN DIAPERS: PART 60
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    	Derek picked up the box of laxative tablets and studied it. He
    tried to read the fine print and he tried to understand what it all
    meant. He was hesitating.
    	"Are you sure it's okay if I take one of these?" Derek asked me.
    	"Sure, it'll just make you shit uncontrollably, that's all," I
    said to Derek.
    	"You said a bad word," Derek said to me as he pointed.
    	"What, 'shit?' I say it all the time. When you're in diapers all
    the time, the word tends to come up more often," I said.
    	Derek then said, "shit!" He then giggled.
    	"You said it, too!" I said while mimicking his pointing gesture.
    	"I know I'm not supposed to say it, but my Mom and my sister
    aren't around, so I can say it in front of you."
    	"Yeah, I don't give a shit if you say 'shit' around me," I said
    as I smiled. "If you take that laxative you'll have good reason to say
    'shit.'"
    	Derek went back to studying the box.
    	"I just don't want to get sick or something," Derek said. I then
    gently took the box from his hands.
    	"Look, I'll take one, how's that?" I said. With this I dispensed
    one of the pills and swallowed it.
    	"See, I'm not afraid to take them," I said. "But then, I am
    sufficiently diapered for what might happen now that I have taken the
    laxative."
    	Derek finally overcame his fears and he went ahead and took the
    poop-inducing pill. He swallowed it but then he complained that he felt
    that the pill was stuck in his throat.
    	"Let's go get some water then," I said. I put the box back into
    the medicine cabinet positioned exactly as I had found it, hoping that
    nobody would notice the missing tablets or the fact that the box was
    recently accessed in the first place. We went out to the kitchen and we
    each took a drink of water to make sure the pills went down.
    	"How long's it gonna take?" Derek asked me. "How long before I
    start pooping?"
    	"At most, a couple of hours," I said. "Probably sooner."
    	Derek and I went to his bedroom and we played with some of his
    race cars. We were making pretend engine noises, something many boys
    were naturally adept at doing. I enjoyed watching Derek play as he
    stuck his little underwear-clad butt up in the air. It gave me another
    good view of his skid marks which would likely soon be overshadowed by
    a much, much larger mess.
    	A half hour passed and nothing had happened yet. Derek's
    underwear was still just as clean, which is not to say that it was
    unblemished to start with. I figured I was due to shit big time soon,
    and everyone would be glad that I had all the diapers on that I was
    wearing. Derek's case was different. He had nothing more than a thin
    piece of cotton covering his butt. His one pair of underwear serving as
    a diaper would be about as effective as a garden hose being used to put
    out a forest fire.
    	I also realized that Derek still had quick, easy access to the
    toilet in case he didn't want to have a big accident in his underwear
    and decided to use the toilet. I wanted to go outside with Derek so
    that he would be farther away from the toilet, but I wasn't sure what
    we would do out there. Derek must have been reading my mind, because he
    said, "you wanna go outside?"
    	"Yeah, sure," I said.
    	"This is getting kind of boring," he complained as we had grown
    tired of racing the same two cars around his track.
    	"I know you don't like sports, but maybe we could play some
    basketball, a little one-on-one."
    	"I can handle that, I guess," I said.
    	"You have to go out front in the driveway since that's where the
    hoop is, so you'll have to go out there in your diapers," Derek said.
    	"I think the whole neighborhood has seen me in my diapers by now,
    anyway," I said. "What about you?" I asked Derek, seeing that he was
    still in his underwear. "Are you going out there in your underwear?"
    	"I'd better put on some pants or some shorts," he said. With
    this, he went to his closet and slipped on a pair of shorts. I figured
    this was for the better, since he would also soil his shorts if he had
    an accident.
    	Derek then retrieved his basketball from a box that he apparently
    hadn't yet unpacked. He then went out to the front of the house and I
    followed him. Before I closed the front door I locked it. I did this so
    that if Derek decided to not poop his underpants and instead make a
    beeline for the bathroom he would be delayed and thus probably have an
    accident. He began making practice throws between dribbling the ball.
    As I stood and watched him I felt the first batch of poop ready to be
    made.
    	"Here, you probably need some practice, too," Derek said to me as
    he tossed me the ball. I stood there in the driveway in my thick
    diapers as I aimed the ball for the basket. I missed the first couple
    shots as I expected to do, but I made the third one.
    	"You made it!" Derek said. At this point I let out a loud, smelly
    fart. The back of my diapers instantly became flooded with wet poop.
    Within seconds my buttocks went from dry and clean to being completely
    coated.
    	"You just pooped your diapers!" Derek shouted.
    	"How could you tell?" I said as I stuck my butt towards him. "You
    don't see anything through these thick diapers on my butt, do you?"
    	"No, but I can smell it, and I heard you fart, too!" Derek was
    giggling.
    	"Don't laugh too hard, your turn is next," I said.
    	"I think I can feel it now," Derek said as he crossed his legs. I
    watched him walk around with his butt cheeks clenched so closely
    together. He was trying to hold it back, but he couldn't ignore the
    call of nature, or shall I say the call of Ex-Lax. He was sitting on
    his heel.
    	"Just let it go," I said to him. I could understand his feelings
    and his reasons for trying to hold back the flood which would soon
    occupy every part of his body from the top of his butt crack all the
    way down to his balls.
    	"I don't want to get in trouble for having an accident," Derek
    said.
    	"What do you think will happen?" I asked Derek.
    	"My Mom will probably spank me," he said fearfully.
    	"Even if it's an accident?" I said.
    	"Mom doesn't think I should have accidents anymore since I'm
    potty trained," Derek said.
    	"That never stopped me," I said. "It took awhile for me to get my
    parents to diaper me, and I put up with a lot of spanking, yelling, and
    grounding, as well as teasing from my sisters."
    	"So do I have to go through all that?" Derek asked me.
    	"I don't know, depends on what your Mom is like. My parents were
    pretty persistent with getting me to stop, but they finally gave up. If
    I had been more aggressive with it I probably would have gotten put in
    diapers sooner, though."
    	"What does 'aggressive' mean?" Derek asked me.
    	"I wish I had pooped my pants on purpose more than I did," I
    explained. "I mean, just flat out stop using the toilet and shit my
    pants and my underwear, no matter what they said."
    	"I dunno if I should do that or not," Derek said.
    	"Do you think she'll put you in diapers?" I asked him.
    	"I dunno," he said. "I know she'll get mad at me if it's an
    accident or not."
    	"It's too late now," I said. With this, Derek's ability to
    withhold his wastes broke down and his bowels buckled under pressure.
    He unloaded his wet poop into his underwear and his shorts, bringing
    with it much flatulence and foul odor. I could see the mess dripping
    out of the leg openings of his shorts. His entire butt was wet from his
    runny stools.
    	"I'm a mess now!" Derek said. "I didn't think that much would
    come out."
    	"It ain't over," I told him.
    	"I need to go change," Derek said. He walked to the front door
    and turned the knob, only to realize that it was locked. He tried
    turning it again, but to no avail.
    	"Oh no!" Derek said. "We're locked out! How did we get locked
    out?!"
    	I felt guilty for setting things up the way I did, but I knew in
    the end it would be worth of it everything was a success. Derek then
    walked around to the back yard to get into the house from the back.
    Jennie and Steven were out there playing when Derek approached them.
    	"Derek, you pooped your pants!" Jennie said as she noted the
    brown mess dripping out of the leg openings of his shorts as well as
    the fact that it was running down his legs.
    	"I know, it was an accident," he said defensively.
    	"Sure it was an accident," Jennie said snidely. "You just want to
    wear diapers again, like Chris does."
    	"No I don't!" Derek denied. Derek then went into the house.
    Jennie chanted, "Derek pooped his pa-ants! Derek pooped his pa-ants!"
    	Derek went into his bedroom and he stripped off his soiled
    underwear and his soiled shorts. His stiff dick was covered in poop as
    was his entire butt. He then went into the bathroom, leaving a trail of
    dripping poop behind him. I heard the shower water running for a few
    seconds. Derek then came out of the bathroom, still wearing the same
    shirt, which had gotten wet from him wearing it in the shower.
    	Derek went to his underwear drawer and put on a clean pair of
    briefs.
    	"You're just gonna poop in them again," I said. "Maybe you should
    try wearing a couple extra pairs like I used to do," I suggested. Derek
    agreed that this was a good idea, so he put on six pairs of briefs. I
    got hard as I watched him put each pair on, making his underwear
    thicker and thicker.
    	"Hey, I feel like I'm wearing a diaper now," Derek said as he ran
    his hands all around his body. He looked at himself in the mirror,
    including his butt, of course.
    	"It sort of looks like a diaper, too," he said.
    	"You don't know what you're missing until you get some real
    diapers like I have," I told Derek.
    	"Do you think six is enough?" Derek asked me, referring to the
    number of briefs he had on.
    	"You'll need a lot more than that," I said emphatically.
    	"How many pairs should I wear?" Derek asked me.
    	"As many as you can wear," I said. "The thicker, the better."
    	"I hafta put my pants on still," Derek said. "I wanna go back out
    and play basketball."
    	"Okay," I said. Derek grabbed his long pants and put them on.
    	"Why are you putting long pants on?" I asked Derek.
    	"It's all I have," he said. "Those were my only shorts."
    	He was barely able to get his pants to fit over the half-dozen
    pairs of underwear he put on. I could see the extra bulk in the seat of
    his pants as I followed him out to the driveway.
    	We started playing a game of one-on-one. I had a hard time
    keeping up with Derek and trying to get the ball away from him. It
    wasn't easy to move around like I needed to since my diapers made it so
    hard to even walk straight, add to that the fact that I had just loaded
    up my diapers more. My entire butt was covered in shit, and because it
    was so wet it soaked through several of the diaper layers, although
    leaving much of the outer layers of my diapers untouched. Still, with
    the wide crotch, the high rise and the thickness of my diapers, there
    was no visual sign of any such activity having occurred in my diapers.
    	Quite honestly, Derek was kicking my diapered butt at one-on-one.
    	"I'd be kicking your butt even more if I didn't have all this
    underwear on to slow me down," Derek said.
    	"Why do you think I'm losing?" I said.
    	"Why don't you take some of your diapers off?" Derek suggested.
    	"Uhh, not a good idea," I replied. "These diapers need to stay on
    until my next diaper change."
    	"Did you poop your diapers again?" Derek asked me.
    	"Oh yes, big time, I said. "Can't tell, can you?"
    	"No," he said ass I let him look at my butt for awhile.
    	"What do you see?" I asked Derek.
    	"Your big white diaper-butt!" he said with a chuckle.
    	Derek and resumed play for a few minutes more. Jennie and Steven
    then came out the front door. Steven had been dressed and a pair of
    shorts had been put on over his diaper.
    	"Changed your pants, I see," Jennie said, noting that Derek had
    his jeans on now.
    	"Where you going?" Derek asked his sister.
    	"We ran out of milk, and Steven's out of diapers already, so
    we're going to the store," Jennie said. "You guys wanna come?"
    	"Nah, I'll stay," Derek said.
    	"I don't have anything to wear but diapers, anyway," I said.
    Jennie and Steven then left to head to the grocery store. It was almost
    a half mile to walk there, so we knew they would be gone awhile. After
    playing more basketball for a few minutes Derek then stopped and stood
    still.
    	"Do you have to poop again?" I asked him.
    	"I already did," he said. He then looked down at his pants,
    seeing that some of it had leaked out the leg openings and into his
    crotch. From where I was standing I could see that even more of his
    poop had soaked into the seat of his pants.
    	"You'd better go change again," I said to Derek. He agreed, so he
    set the basketball down on the ground and went into the house. He took
    off his pants and revealed his shit-sodden underpants, the seats of his
    multiple briefs all stained solid brown. He took them all off at once
    and let them in a bunched-up pile on the floor. As Derek exposed his
    poop to the open air he stunk up his room. I looked at how his butt was
    coated in shit as he walked to the bathroom to clean himself off in the
    shower again.
    	Derek came back out of the bathroom, this time with a clean butt.
    	"I don't have any more pants or shorts to wear now," he said.
    "That was my only pair of pants." He pointed at his soiled jeans on the
    floor.
    	"My Mom doesn't buy me very many clothes," he said.
    	"Well, it looks like you only have your underwear to wear now," I
    said. "Since that's all you have to wear anyway, you might as well
    'diaper up.'"
    	Derek took heed of my suggestion. He stood before his underwear
    drawer and opened it. He then reached into it and grabbed a pair of
    briefs and slid them on, covering up his stiff penis. He then repeated
    the process several times, adding more and more underwear around his
    waist. By the time he had four pairs on the tent in the front of his
    briefs, formed by his erection, was smoothed out by the bulk of the
    cotton fabric, which was doubled in thickness by the fly front of each
    pair. Before too long Derek had put on ten pairs of underwear. Each
    pair contained indelible evidence of Derek's poor butt-wiping skills.
    	"They're getting kind of tight and hard to put on," Derek said as
    he struggled with the eleventh pair.
    	"Keep going, you need a lot of padding over your butt for as much
    pooping as you're doing."
    	Derek stopped at fourteen pairs The top pairs were so stretched
    out and I could see several waistbands showing underneath his outer
    pairs. His butt stood out quite prominently and he looked like he had
    diapers on. His bottom was sufficiently covered to handle his next poop
    accident. He wadded as he walked while wearing the thick stack of
    briefs.
    	"Well, so much for our basketball game," Derek said.
    	"At least we can play more fair now," I said. "Since you and I
    are both diapered up in one way or another."
    	"I can't go outside like this," he said.
    	"Sure you can," I said. "Look at me, I'm diapered up much more
    than you are, and besides, what have you got to lose? You just moved
    here and nobody even knows who you are."
    	"I need to get my pants and shorts washed," Derek said. "I want
    to get them washed before my Mom gets home."
    	Since Derek didn't know how to run the washing machine I helped
    him with this. We gathered up his poop-covered clothing and threw it
    into the washing machine. I wasn't really sure myself of how to go
    about washing his pants and underwear. I figured if I used some extra
    detergent this would get them clean and he could have them back on
    before his Mom came home.
    	"What do you think Jennie will say when she sees you like that?"
    I asked Derek.
    	"She already knows I had an accident, so I think she'll
    understand," Derek said somewhat confidently. "But I'm afraid she might
    tell my Mom."
    	"I'll back you up," I told Derek. "I won't say anything about the
    laxative. I'll just say that you developed a bad case of the shits-- I
    mean, the runs-- and I'll tell her that this was what I used to do
    whenever I had the same problem."
    	"Thanks," Derek said. "You're a real cool friend."
    	"So are you," I said to Derek. I gave him a hug and he
    reciprocated. With my hands on his butt I could feel how thick he had
    his underwear on. He also felt my thick diapers.
    	"I like how your diapers feel," Derek said. "I hope that my Mom
    will make me wear diapers just like yours."

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Forever In Diapers, Parts 61-70

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