FOREVER IN DIAPERS: DIAPER DESIRES II
By Deeker
Copyright 2001

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This story may be freely distributed, but must be distributed in its 
entirety and without modification.

DISCLAIMERS: This story is a work of fiction and, to the best of my 
knowledge, bears no resemblance to any real persons, living or dead, 
although I do think it would be great to hear from anyone who has 
actually experienced anything similar to what I have written here. This 
story contains sexual themes and situations and makes explicit 
references to erections and masturbation. Other sexual situations are 
described more implicitly. This is to inform readers of what to expect 
in this story and it isn't meant to imply that anyone is too young to 
read it. I feel that anyone who has such feelings about wearing diapers, 
regardless of how young he may be, will likely understand and appreciate 
the situations presented in this story. I don't feel that any of these 
situations are above and beyond the level of understanding of most 
teens, and even preteens, however, as they will soon be experiencing 
such feelings themselves. As this story obviously is about diapers, it 
also contains numerous vulgar references to the elimination of feces and 
urine as well as the parts of the body that perform these functions.

If any of the aforementioned content may offend you, please stop reading 
now. I doubt, however, that this is the case for anyone who has come 
this far to read this story. I imagine that most of you probably want to 
read this story because of the content that is covered in the 
disclaimer.

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FOREVER IN DIAPERS INTRODUCTION: PART A
A Summary of "Diaper Desires"
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	"Forever in Diapers" is the sequel to my first story ever written 
and posted, "Diaper Desires", which was completed in May of 1996, about 
four and a half years prior to the release of "Forever in Diapers." I 
originally set out to write "Forever in Diapers" immediately after 
completing "Diaper Desires." Some of these parts were posted and are 
probably still in circulation. At the time, the story picked up where 
"Diaper Desires" left off. After making several unsatisfactory attempts 
to rewrite some parts, I abandoned the project. A couple years later I 
decided to resurrect this story and resume the action three years after 
the ending of "Diaper Desires." I still wanted to retain some of what I 
had originally written in the original version of "Forever in Diapers", 
so I have included this segment in Parts B through D of the 
introduction.
	For those who have not yet read "Diaper Desires" and don't have 
the time to read all 42 parts and its 700K+ of text, it is a story about 
a boy named Chris Barrett, who, at the age of eight, got put into 
diapers after his parents got tired of their son's constant and 
incorrigible behavior of deliberately pooping in his underwear. His 
parents did not understand the reasons for this behavior and could only 
attribute it to Chris' very difficult toilet training, where he 
expressed strong defiance against being expected to use the toilet and 
favored wearing diapers instead. Chris did not understand why he was not 
supposed to wear diapers any longer as he very greatly enjoyed wearing 
diapers for their look and feel as well as the sensation that he felt 
when he pooped in them. Only through the stalwart patience of his 
parents who resorted to threats and outright force did they manage to 
separate Chris from the diapers that he loved far more than the words of 
his four-year-old vocabulary could express. In spite of this, Chris was 
bound and determined to get his diapers back eventually, and for the 
next four years his parents constantly fought a battle of dealing with 
Chris' soiled underpants.
	One day Chris' mother decided that she had enough of this and was 
going to "fight fire with fire." She had found Chris' smelly, dirty 
underwear hidden away in his closet. While she had come across her son's 
poopy underpants many times before, this time she had found several 
pairs bunched together. She felt that Chris had put several pairs of his 
underpants on at a time in order to simulate the appearance, the feel 
and the thickness of a diaper. Seeing that Chris apparently wanted to 
wear diapers, she felt that it was time for her son to learn what 
wearing diapers is really like, so she decided to administer discipline 
by having Chris wear diapers as a punishment for an indefinite length of 
time.
	Chris' parents didn't make it easy on him. He was made to wear 
diapers and *only* diapers (with a shirt, but no pants) all day long for 
the entire time he was home. Under no circumstances whatsoever was Chris 
to use the toilet ever again. While Chris desired wearing diapers for 
his bowel movements, he would have to get used to using them for peeing 
in, too. To add to the punishment, Chris was made to wear his diapers in 
the presence of his two older sisters Cindy, age 10, and Lisa, age 12. 
He was also to allow them to handle most of his diaper changes, which 
they gladly did in spite of the messy, smelly job that it was, anything 
to embarrass their little brother and to help his parents deal with a 
situation that they had also grown tired of having to witness and also 
smell. This diaper-changing duty also gave Chris' two sisters a greater 
sense of superiority with their girlhood over their little brother.
	In spite of the embarrassment that Chris felt from having to 
expose his bare and often aroused genitalia and other private parts of 
his body-- often covered in filth-- to the eyes of his sisters, he 
thrived on and enjoyed the attention that his sisters gave him in 
constantly reminding him of the fact that he, a boy, was wearing 
diapers, and they weren't. His sisters felt that it was Chris' being a 
boy that explained his behavior and this notion was readily and mutually 
accepted by Chris as well.
	Chris wore cloth diapers at home, and lots of them at a time, too. 
Not only did this super-diapering force Chris to go without pants and 
wear his diapers fully exposed for all to see, the extra thickness made 
his diapers even more conspicuous and called greater attention to the 
reason that he was wearing them, making his thickly padded butt and its 
reason for being covered in such a manner completely impossible to 
ignore by his sisters and anyone else who visited the Barrett home. The 
extra thick diapers made diaper changes less frequent, albeit more work 
when it was time for his many layers of diapers to be changed. The 
thicker diapers also kept Chris' offensive bodily wastes further 
separated from the members of his family who didn't want to see or smell 
any evidence of Chris' diaper usage, especially since he sat on the same 
furniture as they did. Lastly, by having Chris wear more diapers, this 
would make things for difficult for him to remove all the diapers to use 
the toilet should he change his mind and decide not to use them.
	In addition to wearing diapers full-time at home, Chris was also 
required to wear diapers to school as part of his punishment. Only in 
school and in public places was Chris ever allowed to wear any pants. In 
addition to allowing his pants to fit, Chris wore disposable diapers to 
school to make getting diaper changes from the nurse easier to handle. 
Only at school did Chris really feel that his desire to wear diapers was 
challenged. Disposable diapers didn't feel quite the same to Chris as 
the much thicker cloth diapers that he loved to wear so much at home. 
Wearing disposable diapers made Chris feel even more awkward at school, 
as to him they did not really feel like diapers as he knew them. Chris 
was often teased and tormented by his peers for wearing diapers, as one 
might expect. Chris also contends with two girls, Megan and Tracy, who 
think Chris is cute and would like to see him in his diapers.
	Fortunately, Chris was not alone in his desire to wear diapers. 
After Tony, Chris' best friend ever since kindergarten, found out about 
Chris wearing diapers, Tony, too, decided that he would join his friend 
in wearing diapers. Tony's mother soon found out about her son wearing 
diapers, but instead of making him wear diapers as a punishment, she 
bought Tony some diapers so that he could wear them for his pleasure. 
Soon, a third diaper boy joined the line-up. His name is Bryce. He is 
the little brother of Gina, who is the best friend of Chris' sister 
Cindy. Bryce was also drawn into the "diaper trap", as it was called, by 
seeing that Chris and Tony were wearing them.
	In spite of all the teasing that Chris dealt with at school, this 
was not enough to convince him that he should think twice about wearing 
diapers. Even during Thanksgiving and Christmas, when Chris' 
grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins were all present to see their 
grandson/nephew/cousin in diapers, this did not stop Chris from wanting 
to wear diapers. In fact, the "diaper trap" claimed another "victim" 
from within the family, this time being Chris' cousin Darren.
	After about two months or so (the time period over which "Diaper 
Desires" takes place) Chris' parents came to the realization that by 
administering diapers as a punishment, they were only feeding upon their 
son's deepest wishes. It was too late to rescind the punishment at this 
point and take away their son's diapers as a counter-punishment, so it 
was decided without argument that Chris could then wear diapers without 
it being considered a disciplinary measure. They hoped that Chris may 
outgrow this odd behavior on his own and come to realize how silly it 
was for him, a boy nearly nine years old, to be wearing diapers and 
using them for their intended purpose. How wrong they were, and how 
little did Chris' parents know what a monster they had created when they 
decided that Chris could wear diapers for his own pleasure.
	Enter "Forever in Diapers", where the action fast forwards three 
years to when Chris is twelve years old, a time in his life where his 
diaper desires come to be fully manifested. After having been in diapers 
for the past three years, Chris' desire to wear diapers has grown into a 
full-blown, all-consuming obsession where Chris indulges in his extreme 
diaper fetish with every possible opportunity available to him. It's a 
good thing for Chris that he loves to wear diapers, for he no longer has 
a choice as his prolonged diaper wearing has resulted in a complete and 
nearly irreversible loss of his bladder and bowel control. At the age of 
twelve, Chris is entering into puberty and he is coming to realize the 
powerful underlying basis of these strong feelings that he has had about 
diapers and his boyhood ever since he was old enough to understand that 
he would rather wear diapers than use a toilet.
	To assist readers who have not yet read "Diaper Desires" in 
understanding the characters and the activity going on in the story, the 
introduction to "Forever in Diapers" picks up where "Diaper Desires" 
ends. The new year had just begun, Christmas break was almost over, and 
Chris and his sisters were preparing to go back to school after getting 
two weeks off over the holidays. It's just a couple months before Chris' 
ninth birthday, which turns out to be a memorable diaper day for our 
little diaper boy hero, as are many of his days. This continuation from 
the ending of "Diaper Desires" also eases the transition of the three-
year time-shift into "Forever in Diapers."
	In "Forever in Diapers", Chris seeks to continually satisfy his 
voracious appetite for enjoying diapers. Everything from school to 
summer camp, even an opportunity to appear in a nationally distributed 
series of advertisements for diapers marketed for older boys, all become 
part of the long series of fun and exciting adventures that Chris 
encounters upon realizing that his life is destined to be devoted to 
diapers. Not only does Chris seek to fulfill his own diaper desires, but 
he also sets out on a mission to help other boys to indulge in the 
pleasures that only diapers can bring. Throughout the story Chris meets 
several other boys, some of whom he further influences, who also share 
in his dedication to his diaper fetish. These boys, along with other 
boys all around eventually band together to form a nationwide club 
committed to promoting diapers to boys as an alternative to being toilet 
trained. How far Chris takes his diaper desires can only be determined 
by his own quest to seek the highest extremity to which diaper fetishism 
can be carried out. To Chris, this quest is infinite.
	I encourage you to read "Diaper Desires" first if you have the 
time to do so before reading this story. While I will not disclose the 
length that "Forever in Diapers" will run, it is an epic-length story 
that I will be posting in ten-part segments once a month to allow 
readers the time that is needed to read it.
	I will now turn things over to Chris, a boy whom I consider to be 
my alter ego. He represents the boy that I wish I could have been. and 
he shares my thoughts and feelings about diapers and boyhood. He has 
quite a story to tell and he hopes you will enjoy it.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS INTRODUCTION: PART B
After It All Began
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(Three years prior to the beginning of "Forever in Diapers")

WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 3, 1990

	It was time to go back to school after the long Christmas break. I 
wasn't ready for it, and apparently my two older sisters Lisa and Cindy 
weren't ready for it, either. We were all dawdling around that morning 
as mom hurriedly prodded us to get our breakfast eaten and to get ready 
for school.
	Cindy changed my diapers that morning, and she had to do it 
quickly as we were running late for the bus. She took off the thick 
cloth padding that had been on me steadily since I got home from school 
just before Christmas, except for the few minutes during which I was 
changed each day and the times at which I took my baths. Other than 
that, I was never out of the bulky layers of cotton, and most of the 
time the diapers were all I was wearing. I had a shirt on, but no pants.
	I was back to wearing disposable diapers again, which felt so 
different since I hadn't worn them in nearly two weeks. They felt so 
much thinner, though they still had plenty of padding in them. What 
delayed us even further was the fact that since I hadn't worn my school 
pants for just as long, they were nowhere to be found. Mom and Cindy 
chaotically searched the laundry room and frenziedly moved stacks of 
other clothes and other items that cluttered the room. They were finally 
located in a pile of Lisa's dirty clothes. I hurriedly put them on, 
forcing them over my thick disposable. I ran back into my room to get my 
school bag, which still had an unused disposable diaper in there from 
before Christmas break. I grabbed a couple extra ones for changing at 
school and I stuffed them in there. I zipped up the bag and grabbed my 
lunch as I headed out the door. Cindy and Lisa came out right behind me. 
Cindy and I ran and ran until we just made it to the bus stop. Having no 
diapers to slow them down, as well as by having longer legs, they were 
quite a ways ahead of me. I slipped on the ice once, but my diaper 
helped to cushion my fall, though it still hurt.
	I took my seat with Tony towards the back of the bus. Some of the 
kids started asking me if I got any diapers for Christmas and they made 
the usual taunts, but I managed to ignore them. One of them continued to 
taunt and asked me if I got a crib or a playpen. Again, I just brushed 
him off until he shut up.
	Things were the same at school, too. Certainly nobody would have 
forgotten over Christmas that I was a diaper wearer, and quite a 
prominent one at that. Everyone seemed to think that I got diapers for 
Christmas, which I did, but I wasn't going to tell them that.
	Other than the "Happy New Year" decorations that Mrs. Buxley put 
up in the classroom, everything else was just the same as always. Mrs. 
Buxley gave us a chance to talk about the things we did on our break, 
but then it was right back to business as usual as we cracked our books 
open and resumed schoolwork. Only when Jeremy, who was quite disruptive, 
pulled his antics in class was there any excitement.
	As Tony and I were on recess, I tried to avoid bumping into Megan 
and Tracy. Tony reminded me that I should try to talk to Megan and just 
try to be friends with her and maybe she wouldn't make such a big deal 
out of me wearing diapers anymore. I really didn't want to have anything 
to do with Megan.
	Sure enough, Megan and Tracy saw Tony and me walking around the 
playground. The two girls approached us and asked us if we had a good 
Christmas break. After a brief exchange of small talk, Megan asked me 
what I got for Christmas. I didn't want to mention that I got diapers.
	"I got a new coat!" Megan said as she did a pirouette and showed 
it off. "I'll betcha you got diapers!"
	"No I didn't," I mumbled. I wasn't even looking at her when I said 
it. My evading the question only made it more obvious that I did get 
diapers.
	"You got diapers! I know it, Chris! Are you wearing them?"
	"No!"
	I started walking away from the girls, only to have them follow me 
around. Tony caught up with me and ran ahead of them. We each left a 
trail of footprints behind us in the otherwise untracked snow. Megan's 
and Tracy's footprints paralleled ours as they pursued us. They were 
chubby girls, but they didn't have diapers to encumber their movement, 
and soon they caught up to us and had us cornered. Megan tackled me to 
the ground and pulled up my shirt to see my diaper.
	"I see your diaper!" Megan cheered. She then grabbed a handful of 
snow and stuffed it down into my pants. Tracy tried to do the same to 
Tony, but he managed to double back and get away from her. The trail of 
two sets of meandering footprints left behind them told the story.
	"Oops, looks like you just wet your diaper!" Megan cackled as she 
took delight in seeing my discomfort over having snow in the back of my 
pants.
	"Ahh! That's cold!" I said as I felt the chilly snow going down 
into the undiapered areas inside my pants.
	"You can't even feel that!" Megan said. "You got DIAPERS on!"
	Soon Tracy caught back up with Megan and Tony came back over to 
me. The two girls started laughing as Tony and I started running away.
	"See what I mean, Tony?" I said. "That's all they want to do! Make 
fun of me! You think I want to become friends with someone like Megan?!"
	"Okay, if you don't want to talk to her, then I guess you'll never 
hear the end of it!" Tony said. "The reason she likes to do that to you 
is because she likes the way you act when she approaches you!"
	"What am I supposed to do when she stuffs snow down my pants?!" I 
said in frustration.
	"Stuff some snow down her pants!" Tony suggested. "And she doesn't 
have diapers on to protect her from the cold like you do."
	"I should, but, well, I don't want to get in trouble after I 
finally got to wear diapers without being punished by wearing them," I 
said.
	There was nothing more said of Megan and Tracy. I wasn't sure if 
Tony was right and that if I just acted natural then maybe Megan would 
back off.

WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 17, 1990

	The next two weeks were pretty much uneventful. Every day I went 
to school and got teased about wearing diapers, and Megan and Tracy kept 
going after Tony and me, offering to change our diapers in front of 
everyone. How nice it felt to get home from school each day and get out 
of the disposable diapers that to me were not nearly the same as having 
my cloth diapers on. The minute I came home it was pants off. Then 
either Lisa or Cindy would change me out of my wet disposable diaper and 
into the much thicker and bulkier stack of cloth diapers that they just 
loved to put on me. Today it was Lisa's turn. Within minutes she had me 
cleansed of the poop I packed around in my disposable diaper since after 
lunch and into my massive cloth diapers, which would also soon be full 
of pee and poop. Lisa then left the room with my wadded-up dirty 
disposable diaper along with my pants, taking them to wherever it was 
that they were kept.
	I then decided to play with some of the toys that I had gotten 
over Christmas. A few minutes later Cindy came into my room. Judging 
from the angle of her eyes, I could tell that she was staring at the 
thick, solid wall of cotton that protruded from my crotch by several 
inches. It had been over two months since I got put into diapers, but 
the sight of her little brother's butt being elevated from the floor by 
a thick stack of diapers was still a novel and amusing scene to her and 
Lisa.
	"This came in the mail today," Cindy said as she waved an envelope 
in front of me. "It's for you."
	"Who's it from?" I asked.
	"Why don't you read the return address and then tell me who it's 
from?" Cindy said as she handed it to me.
	I ignored Cindy's sarcasm and looked at the return address. It was 
from my cousin Darren who lives in Seattle. The writing wasn't his, 
though. I looked like Aunt Rita had to help him with this part.
	"Thanks," I said to Cindy.
	"You're welcome," she replied as she strutted out of my room, 
making a show of the tight, brand new jeans that she got for Christmas. 
She and Lisa were still quick to remind me that they could leave their 
pants on after school.
	I was excited and eager with anticipation as I tore open the 
envelope and pulled out the letter. Here is what Darren wrote:

Hi, Chris,

How are things going there? We've had nothing but rain, rain, rain! I 
wish we got more snow like you guys do. How did the rest of your 
Christmas break go?...

	After the opening and small-talk part of the letter, he went into 
quite a bit of detail about having to wear diapers now:

"I've been in diapers ever since I left your place. Mom usually does the 
changing, but a couple of times Nancy has had to change me. She doesn't 
like the smell or having to wipe up my poopy butt all the time, and she 
hates it when I fart in her face while she changes me, but she likes to 
see me waddle around in my diapers all day. I like the atenshin (crossed 
out, re-spelled correctly above) I get. Mom always pats me on the 
stumick (crossed out again, this time substituting "tummy") and on the 
butt like I'm her little baby again. Nancy just likes to tease me kind 
of like your sisters do. She took pictures of me and then showed all of 
her friends at school. She brings her friends over and they all look at 
me and laugh at me. I'm pretty much getting what you get for wearing 
diapers.

I don't have to wear them to school, and I hope that I don't ever have 
to. From what you told me, a lot of the kids are really mean to you 
because you wear diapers. How are those girls (Megan and Tracy) treating 
you? Have you kissed Megan yet? (just kidding!)

Every day I wake up in a wet diaper because I pee in them while in bed 
like you do. I poop in them, too, once a day if not twice. Nancy hates 
having to change me when I'm messy, but that's when I tell her I need to 
be changed, so I'm having some fun with it. Still, I don't know how you 
can let your sisters do all of your changes.

I started drawing pictures and writing stories. I even wrote a story 
about my Christmas vacation at your place and how I got put into 
diapers. If you're ever visiting here I'd like to show it to you.

I really hope that we get together this summer. Both of us will probably 
be in diapers still. I'm glad my mom won't read this before I mail it 
because I don't want her to know that I like to wear diapers. Why can't 
we just tell our parents that boys like us would rather wear diapers? 
Well, that's it for now, cousin. Bye! Keep those thick diapers full of 
stinky poop like mine are right now, he he he!

Darren

	I immediately started writing a letter back to cousin Darren.

Dear Darren,

Thank you for the letter. It was very nice and I liked reading it. Do 
you like to wear diapers? I know I do and my mom and dad and me talked 
about it. I told them that I liked wearing them and that since I do 
there gonna make me wear them all the time now. Well, its more like they 
are LETTING me wear diapers since they know I want to wear them. I'm 
glad they're not gonna take them away from me like I thout that they 
might. I still have to let Lisa and Cindy change me and they still think 
its funny that I have to wear big thick diapers all the time while they 
don't. How was your new years? Lisa and Cindy got in trubble because 
they brout there freinds over and had a party and made a mess. they made 
me the new years baby and gave me 90 spankings on the butt because it 
was 1990. I have been wearing diapers ever since you left too and I 
think I will always be wearing diapers for the rest of my life even if 
my mom and dad don't make me wear them anymore.

So tell me what you like about your diapers. Here's what I like about 
diapers. There are lots of things I like about diapers. I like how 
diapers are white since everybody knows that diapers are white. They 
make me think that I am in my underwear since its also white, but 
diapers are so much thicker and bigger. When I look at me wearing them I 
can see that I am in diapers and no pants and it gets me really excited, 
NOTHING BUT LOTS OF THICK WHITE DIAPERS! I get to wear a shirt, too. I 
like to look down at my diapers while I am sitting and see how thick 
they are and how they cover up my whole tummy. They go way up over my 
butt, too. You remember how I looked wearing them? I like to go to the 
mirror and look at my butt since I like looking at how big my diapers 
are back there. Does your weenie get bigger when you wear diapers? 
Mine's always big. Every time I look at my diapers or think about them 
or draw pictures of them My sisters laugh when they change me and tell 
me that my weenie is big. I love to poop in them and feel it go all over 
my butt.

My sisters don't like how it stinks but they love to put lots of diapers 
on me so they don't have to change me very much, and they like to make 
it so I can't wear my pants and have to go around with my butt sticking 
out. They still call me DIAPER BUTT and they always pat me on the butt. 
What does Nancy call you and what does she say to you when she sees you 
in your diapers?

I like it that my diapers are so thick and I can't wear any pants over 
them. This means that I have to let my diapers show all the way and I 
can't cover them up, so Lisa and Cindy always see me in diapers. My 
sisters love to see me in diapers. They think it's funny and cute 
especially (I asked mom how to spell this word) since I'm their little 
brother. They always tease me about how I have to wear diapers when they 
don't. They always say this and every time they come close to me they 
pat me on the butt and call me DIAPER BUTT. They say that only boys like 
to do gross things like pooping in their underwear and only boys end up 
wearing diapers because of it. They say that this is what makes girls 
better, that girls are clean and they know how and when to use a toilet. 
My sisters are right. It would ruin it if they started wearing diapers. 
I like being the only boy in my family and being the only one who wears 
diapers. I wish I had a brother who wore diapers with me, too.

I think my sisters like looking at my diapered butt more than anything 
else, because they're always calling me DIAPER BUTT. Most of the 
pictures they've gotten of me in diapers are of my butt. I think this is 
also because I can't see them sneak up to me when they take pictures. My 
sisters always talk about me being in diapers when they aren't. They go 
around me showing off their blue jeans, telling me that they can wear 
pants and I can't because I'm stuck in thick diapers!

I like to rub my hands all over my diapers because I like to feel how 
big and thick they are. They're so thick that it's hard for me to walk 
in them and I can't even touch my knees together. Diapers make my weenie 
get stiff and it feels so good when it does this. I already told you 
this I think. I don't know why more boys don't like to keep wearing 
diapers since diapers must feel good to them, too and make their weenies 
stiff. I think more boys would keep wearing diapers if they weren't told 
that they have to give them up because of potty training. I have a lot 
of bad things to say about potty training because mine was so bad and I 
hated getting my diapers taken away from me. Maybe someday I will write 
a story about my potty training since I don't remember a lot, just that 
I was yelled at a lot. I'll let you read it, too.

I like it when I pee in my diapers and feel the warm pee drip down into 
my diapers and soak into the cloth. It gets really wet and the pee goes 
all the way back to my butt. I wasn't used to peeing in diapers, so it 
took me a little while to get used do it. I didn't think I peed so much 
in my diapers! After I saw how much I soaked my diapers when I wore them 
for the first time I was surprised! Now that I haven't used a toilet 
even once in 2 months I'm starting to really like peeing in my diapers. 
I love diapers! I've loved diapers ever since I was old enough to know 
what diapers are.

Peeing in diapers is great, but I really love how it feels when I have 
to go poop in my diapers and it spreads all over my butt and my balls 
(don't show this letter to your mom and dad). Then, after I poop, I get 
to feel it awhile longer and usually I poop in it again and again before 
I am changed. That's because it takes a long time for someone to diaper 
me and I always wear lots of diapers, so I don't get changed very offen. 
I gets lots of powder and lotion on me to keep me from getting a rash. 
When I am changed, my diapers are always clear full of pee and poop 
because I've worn them for so long. I get diarrhea a lot, too, so my 
thick diapers are really good for this. Nobody knows what's in my 
diapers until they are taken off because they are so thick, even when I 
have diarrhea. That's another reason I wear so many diapers, so my 
family doesn't have to see or smell what I do in them, and since I sit 
in the same places as they do, they don't want me to leak pee and poop 
all over the house and the furniture. Wearing lots of diapers also keeps 
me from trying to take them off, not that I ever want to. Mom thinks 
that I will get sick of wearing diapers and getting teased at school and 
smelling like poop all the time and I wont want to wear diapers anymore, 
but I will always wear diapers no matter what!

	At this time Lisa suddenly burst into my room.
	"Could you knock, please?" I asked Lisa.
	"Oh gee, how discourteous of me," Lisa said. "I could have walked 
in on you while you were in your underwear! And since it looks like 
you'll always be in your 'underwear', there's really no point in 
knocking anymore."
	"That doesn't matter, you're supposed to knock!" I said.
	"Okay, then I'll knock!" Lisa said. She then came up to me and 
held my head and knocked on it.
	"Stop it!" I said, trying in vain to fight her off.
	"I have to come up with new ways to torment you," Lisa said. 
"Since you're in diapers now, I can't give you wedgies anymore, and I 
can't sneak up behind you and yank your undies down on you, either."
	"That's one good thing about wearing diapers," I said.
	"There's lots of good things about you wearing diapers," Lisa 
said. She then looked over my shoulder to see what I had been writing.
	"What are you working on?" she asked. "You've been awfully quiet 
since you got home."
	"Nothing," I said.
	"Is it homework?" Lisa asked.
	"No, it isn't homework," I said. "Now go away!"
	"Oh, I know what it is!" Lisa said, ignoring my request. "It's a 
love letter to MEGAN!"
	"No it's not!" I said. Lisa then started to reach for it.
	"No! Don't read it!" I said. Too late, as Lisa was already out of 
my room and on her way to her bedroom, carrying my letter to Darren. I 
tried to catch her and get it away from her, but she had already closed 
the door and locked it.
	"Open up!" I demanded as I pounded my fists on her door. I started 
kicking it, to no avail. Mom then came marching down the hall to find 
out what all the commotion was about.
	"Chris! What is going on?!"
	"I was writing something and Lisa took it away from me!" I 
explained.
	"You guys stop it now!" Mom demanded. "I should have come to get 
you myself. Dinner's been ready and we're all waiting."
	Mom then told Lisa to give me back whatever it was that she took.
	"In a minute, Mom!" Lisa shouted.
	"No, Lisa, right now! Enough of this!"
	A moment later, Lisa opened her door and handed me the letter I 
wrote.
	"Okay, here!" she said.
	"Now stop this, and let's go eat!" Mom said as she escorted us to 
the kitchen. I quickly tossed my letter to Darren into my room as we 
went past it. I took my seat at the table. All throughout the dinner 
Lisa kept glancing at me and giggling.
	"What?" Cindy asked, wanting to know.
	"I'll tell you later," Lisa replied. She continued to giving me 
glances, knowing what I had just written.
	"Tell me now!" Cindy demanded.
	"It's something that Chris wrote!" Lisa snickered as she took a 
bite of her food.
	"Was it a love letter to Megan?"
	"Nope, it was even better!" Lisa smiled.
	"Don't tell her!" I said to Lisa.
	"I'm gonna tell her, you know that, Chris!"
	"No!" I pleaded.
	"Yep! I know even more about you and how much you think about 
those diapers that you're stuck wearing now."
	"Lisa, don't!" I pleaded again. Lisa continued to grin and I knew 
she wasn't about to yield to my request.
	"Kids, just eat," Mom ordered my sisters and me. Lisa continued to 
snicker and smile at me while I stared at her. She then started 
whispering into Cindy's ear. I didn't hear what she said, but I knew 
what it was about.
	"Come on, stop it!" Dad hollered. Dad was never in the mood for 
horsing around at the dinner table after he came home from work. The 
rest of the dinner was eaten in peace. I hurried to finish my dinner so 
that I could get that letter hidden away before Lisa grabbed it again.
	"Chris, come back here, don't leave your plate on the table!" Mom 
said. I ignored her as this was too important.
	"Where are you going?" Lisa asked me.
	"You don't suppose it's the BATHROOM, do you?" Cindy added. Both 
the girls laughed, knowing that the bathroom was the last place I would 
need to go on such short notice since I had diapers on.
	"I know where he's going!" Lisa said. She started to get up, but 
Mom put a quick stop to this.
	"Lisa! Stay put! Leave your brother alone!" I heard Mom shout.
	"What is going on?" my Dad asked. I listened in as I hid the 
letter in between the mattresses of my bed.
	"Chris was writing a letter to Darren and everything he wrote 
about was how much he loves to wear diapers!" Lisa replied.
	"Why is that any of your business?" my Mom asked her.
	"Well, gee, it's not like we don't all know that Chris wears 
DIAPERS, now do we?" Lisa said.
	"You should be ashamed of yourself!" my Mom scolded her.
	"YYYESS!!" I said with delight as I listened to Lisa get in 
trouble.
	"You just invaded Chris' privacy. What he wrote is his business!"
	"I'm sorry, Mom," Lisa said as her voice suddenly turned to a 
sullen tone.
	"I think Chris should get to read your diary in exchange for what 
you did," Mom said.
	"No!" Lisa pleaded.
	"Okay, now you know how Chris felt!" Mom said.
	"I thought it was a love letter to Megan," Lisa said.
	"Okay, even if it was, it's still Chris' business, not yours, 
young lady!"
	"Young lady", I thought to myself. Those words, as well as "young 
man", always meant that Mom was serious. A moment later Mom escorted 
Lisa to her room and made her get her diary. Lisa pouted, refusing to do 
it at first, but Mom wasn't going to put up with it any longer, With 
this, Lisa was forced to hand over her diary to me to let me read it for 
a total of five minutes. Mom stood by to ensure that there would be no 
fighting.
	Lisa sure had some juicy tidbits of her own. As I expected, there 
was a lot of girl-stuff in it. Back in September she had a crush on some 
kid named Mike. Then he turned out to be a jerk, so she liked Robbie 
after this. He even had a cute butt, according to her diary. Lisa was 
also insecure about the size of her body. She wrote about how some of 
the boys called her a fat pig and pointed out how big her butt is. She 
was always writing about how she wished she could look more like her 
best friend Betty. Meanwhile, Lisa was watching me with trepidation, 
wondering what sort of naughty little secrets of hers were being 
released to my knowledge. The smile on my face only added to her unease. 
How nice it was to see the tables turned.
	I knew my time was going to run out soon, so I decided to skip 
ahead to November 3 and skim through these entries. She had a lot to say 
about me on the day I got put into diapers:

Chris is finally in diapers now! Mom caught him with his dirty undies 
AGAIN, and this time she decided that he was going to wear DIAPERS from 
now on! Mom talked about it before, but this time she was serious. Mom 
was MAD (underlined three times) when we came home from school today! 
She called us all into the laundry room and showed us Chris' dirty 
underwear. Chris was embarrassed since we all saw his dirty underwear. 
He's been putting on several pairs of underwear every night when he goes 
to bed (who knows what else he does in his bed) and pretending they're 
his diapers, so now he's getting the real thing! Chris had to take his 
pants off in front of me and Cindy, and then Mom DIAPERED him! He was 
stuck in just his diapers and his shirt all day long! He couldn't even 
wear his pants! My little brother looks so cute in diapers, especially 
his butt, which is where he needs diapers the most since he kept pooping 
in his underwear. Now his DIAPERS are his UNDERWEAR! He's going to be in 
his DIAPERS all weekend long! He kept trying to walk around the house in 
his diapers but he had to waddle because they're so thick on him. I 
think this is so funny! I knew this would happen sooner or later! I'm 
surprised to see that they even make diapers for kids like my brother, 
but there must be other kids his age who need them or they wouldn't make 
them. I have a feeling they're all boys. Girls would never do this sort 
of thing like pooping in your pants (eeewww!!!) Every time I look at him 
there's his big, white diapers. I know it's something I'll have to get 
used to seeing. These diapers are HUGE! I'm glad they're so big and 
thick, too, since I don't want to have to see or smell what he puts in 
them. I'm sure glad I'm not the one who has to wear them, either, which 
makes me feel even better about being his big sister.

Mom let me and Cindy watch while she diapered Chris so that she could 
show us how to put his diapers on. I think Chris likes to be diapered 
because his little dick was sticking up. Boys do this when they get 
excited. I'm old enough to know this about boys. Mom did this because 
she said that me and Cindy would be changing Chris' diapers! Yuck! I 
didn't want to do this at first, but Mom said she would double our 
allowances for changing his diapers, so maybe this isn't too bad. After 
Chris peed and pooped his diapers a couple times Mom showed us how to 
clean him up and change him before going to bed. Chris sure left a big, 
smelly mess in his diapers! It stunk up his whole room and I about 
puked. Mom told me that I'd get used to it. I hope I do, since tomorrow 
I will probably have to change Chris for the first time. I'm just glad 
to see that Chris finally got what he had coming to him, diapers to his 
BUTT!

	I turned the page and started to read the entry from November 4th, 
my second day in diapers. I only got to the first few words where Lisa 
described having to clean me up while Cindy got the easy job of putting 
clean diapers on me, all of this done under Mom's supervision. I didn't 
have to read about it in the diary as the moment was still fresh in my 
mind. Still, it was interesting to read about it from Lisa's 
perspective.
	Mom then said, "Times up!" She made me hand over the diary, which 
she then handed to Lisa.
	"There, now you're both even!" Mom said. "I want this to be a 
lesson that we should all respect each other's privacy. I don't want 
either of you telling me what you read. I'm sure you both have your 
reasons for me not to know, and I'd rather leave it that way."
	Mom then left my bedroom. Lisa just stood there and sulked.
	"My private life's ruined now," she said. "I just want to know 
what you read."
	"I read about the day I got put into diapers," I told her.
	"Is that all?" Lisa asked me, knowing that I had read more. "You 
had a free shot at my most intimate secrets, and I know you wouldn't 
miss the chance to read about them. Now come on, what else did you 
read?"
	"I started to read about the crushes you had on all the boys in 
your class, but I decided this was too mushy and too girlish, so I read 
about what you thought when I got put into diapers."
	"Really," Lisa said. "So I guess you really didn't see much of 
anything that you didn't already know." Lisa then left my room. As she 
walked out I said, "Oh, and just to let you know, some kids told me that 
they think big butts on girls are sexy."
	Lisa just sighed, knowing that I had read about her insecure 
feelings regarding her large ass. I then got the letter back out and 
finished it, telling Darren about what had happened. I filled him in on 
what I had read in Lisa's diary, too. Just before bedtime I put it in an 
envelope and sealed it and then asked Mom if she would address it and 
mail it for me.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS INTRODUCTION: PART C
My Ninth Birthday
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SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 25, 1990

	My ninth birthday followed about two months later, February 25, to 
be specific. Most of what had happened between the new year and my 
birthday was about like what I had described. My sisters were always 
teasing me about my diapers, but they had settled into their daily 
routine of cleaning me up and changing me. I spent all of my time at 
home in nothing but diapers and a shirt. Count socks as part of my 
attire, too, I guess. Lisa and Cindy seem to think that my white socks 
seem to accent my white diapers/white shirt ensemble rather nicely, and 
I had to agree. At school the kids kept teasing me, although the novelty 
had worn off and it had dropped off somewhat. Megan and Tracy still went 
after me and tried to make me take my pants off and show them my 
diapers.
	My ninth birthday was on a Sunday. Normally I had a party of my 
own to be celebrated on my actual birthday, in which friends were 
invited. The "family" birthday was then celebrated on the closest Sunday 
as this was the only day everyone could get together. I wasn't quite 
sure what to expect, having both friends and relatives there at the same 
time. The biggest difference was that I was in diapers again, which I 
hadn't been wearing at a birthday since I was four years old (almost 
made it to my fifth birthday in diapers, damn!) I remember getting big 
boy underwear from Grandma that year, which was actually a way to get me 
to stop using diapers. I pooped in them that first night and got in big 
trouble for it...and got put back into diapers again. I remember the day 
quite vividly.
	I had turned nine, I was a year older, but in diapers. Other than 
that, I expected the usual celebration. Grandma would bake a cake and 
bring plenty of good food to eat as our family has done on everyone's 
birthdays. There would probably be plenty of ice cream, and hopefully, 
lots of presents. I hoped that I would get toys, but clothes were 
inevitable. Even more likely was the fact that I would probably get 
diapers. I might get some shirts, too. Pants were out of the question.
	I was told to stay in my room while Lisa and Cindy decorated the 
living room for my birthday. Gina was there, as was her brother Bryce, 
who stayed in my room with me, also in diapers, but with pants on, too, 
while the girls were decorating. Lisa's friend Betty couldn't make it as 
she had originally promised. I didn't miss her.
	Bryce didn't like having to sit in there with me in my room. He 
just pouted the whole time and continued to blame me for getting him 
into the diaper punishment to which he had been subjected.
	"Wanna play with my race cars?" I asked him.
	"No!," he said with his arms folded.
	"What do you want to do?"
	"Go home."
	"Bryce, I'm sorry if I got you into trouble, but you wanted to try 
them on, you know, remember?"
	"Everybody laughs at me at school!"
	"They laugh at me, too. I don't like it, either."
	"They call me 'toilet butt' because you pee and poop in a toilet 
and they say I wear a toilet because I pee and poop in it."
	"They call me 'diaper butt'," I said. "Between the two, I'd rather 
be called that."
	Bryce still sat there sullen and withdrawn.
	"At least you don't have to go in front of your whole family in 
just your diapers," I said, being that he had his pants on and nobody 
had to see that he was wearing diapers. Finally he started running cars 
around my race track. I even let him win just so he wouldn't fuss on me.
	Tony stopped by a short time later. He only had his diapers on, so 
he was probably dropped off by his mom. I couldn't imagine him riding 
his bike over here in just his diapers. I know I certainly couldn't. His 
six-year-old sister Kara was also with him. Of course she was fully 
dressed. She played with some of Cindy's old dolls, which she brought 
into my room while we boys played with my racetrack. Bryce had cheered 
up a little as we let him win at the car race. Tony and I then left him 
alone as we played card games until the decorating was done.
	After about an hour or so we were allowed to go out to the living 
room to see how it had been decorated. There were the usual balloons and 
streamers and "Happy Birthday" banners, but it was done with decorations 
for a baby's *first* birthday! I was one year old, according to the 
decorations! I expected my cake to have only one candle on it.
	Soon, my grandparents were there and the party was about to begin. 
There were ten of us total-- four adults and seven kids. It was almost 
like Christmas again, though the house was quite a bit less crowded this 
time.
	It was still a little while before we got to eat. Bryce was 
getting impatient. He was sitting at the table kicking the table leg and 
banging silverware. Gina told him to calm down. He told her to shut up, 
which started an argument between them.
	"Bryce, you stop this nonsense now!" Gina told him as he sat there 
pouting. Just as if she were his mother, Gina had to keep her little 
brother in line. "We'll eat in just a moment!"
	"I wanna play outside!" he whined.
	"After we eat and have presents, we'll see."
	Dinner was ready and everyone was hungry. We had fried chicken, 
mashed potatoes and gravy, and a lot of other things, kind of like what 
we had every Thanksgiving and Christmas, just that we had chicken 
instead of turkey.
	In the middle of dinner Bryce decided to get playful with his 
food. He started stirring his mashed potatoes and making "Tonka Truck" 
noises. It annoyed everyone, mostly Gina.
	"Bryce, stop it! Eat your food!"
	"I'm not hungry. I'm full."
	"So that means I can have your cake and ice cream?"
	"No!"
	"Then you're not full, eat it up."
	"You eat it," he said as he spooned it onto Gina's plate!
	Gina was very much embarrassed, as was Cindy, and probably the 
rest of the group! Gina got up and yanked him out of his chair.
	"We need to talk!"
	Bryce started whining and screaming as Gina dragged him back to my 
bedroom. I wanted to find out what was going to happen, but when I 
started to get up, mom told me to sit back down and finish my meal.
	Mom then excused Cindy from the table and told her to go see if 
everything was okay. After Cindy returned from my room, she just sat 
down and continued eating.
	"They're okay, she's just changing his diapers now," she said as 
she took a bite of her salad.
	A few minutes later Gina came out carrying Bryce's pants, which 
were folded up in one hand. She was also carrying the diaper that she 
had changed. I could see that he had pooped in it as Gina walked by to 
dispose of it in the trash. She came back through the living room, 
leaving his pants in the washroom or somewhere, and going back into the 
bathroom to wash her hands.
	She came back out and told Bryce to "get your butt out there!"
	"Gimme my pa-ants!" he whined.
	"No, you were being a brat and this is what you get! You get out 
there or I will tell mom everything you did today!"
	Knowing their mom, this was a good enough threat to prompt Bryce 
to come out of hiding in the hallway and make his appearance before the 
rest of the group. He ran to his chair and sat back down. Gina was right 
behind him as she returned from the bathroom.
	Bryce picked up his spoon and started to eat his potatoes, only to 
set the spoon back down again.
	"Now they're cold and you don't want them, huh?"
	"No!" he whined.
	"I think you owe everyone an apology," Gina said, continuing to 
act in her mother's place.
	"I'm soww-ry!" he shouted.
	"I don't think you meant it, but I guess that'll have to do," Gina 
sighed.
	Bryce finished up his chicken and everything else on his plate 
that was still palatable. The rest of us carried on and talked as mom 
and Lisa got my presents out. We had to wait a few minutes while the 
table was cleared and the dishes washed. He had gotten up and retreated 
to my room to pout some more. Tony and I stayed out in the front room 
and played Nintendo.
	Now it was time for presents. Everyone was gathered around me as I 
sat on the floor with a pile of presents in front of me. Bryce even came 
out of his isolation and joined us. He kept asking Gina to give him his 
pants back, but she threatened to make him walk home with her without 
them if he didn't shut up.
	I started tearing open each package, wondering what I would be 
getting in each one. I had gotten two Lego sets, some MAD books, some 
race cars and a few other fun things. As expected I got clothes, two 
shirts, for starters, nothing with embarrassing words or pictures on 
them like the one I got at Christmas that labeled me as "diaper butt" 
and also gave visual proof of it with a photo that Lisa had taken.
	I had one present left to open. As it was the biggest package, I 
saved it for last. I was hoping it was one of those big remote 
controlled dump trucks that I saw at the toy store last Christmas (and 
didn't get, either.) I started to open it when suddenly the door bell 
rang.
	My mom got up to answer it. I couldn't tell who it was, at least 
not until I heard the voice.
	"Is Chris here?" came the familiar girl's voice.
	No! It couldn't be! Not...
	"Yes, may I ask who you are?" mom asked the girl.
	"I'm Megan, I go to school with Chris."
	Yikes! What was she doing here?!
	"Come on in, Megan," mom said. "It looks like you brought Chris 
something for his birthday."
	"I did!" she said gleefully.
	She ran in and came right up to me and said, "Hi!"
	"Hi Megan, I said nervously, making a futile attempt to close my 
legs and conceal my diapers as much as I could.
	"Here you go, Chris," she said as she handed me my present. There 
was also a card attached to it.
	This was so embarrassing! I was sitting there on the floor with my 
legs wide open and exposing the wide, thick layers of my diapers pulled 
up into my crotch. I hoped she didn't see that I had wet them, too, but 
I'm sure she could tell this, too, as they were very soaked.
	Megan stood there and watched along with the rest of the gathering 
while I opened her present. I expected it to be one of those dollar 
toys, like pocket pinball or whatever, but it was a Lego set, a smaller 
one, but a genuine Lego set. I blushed as I turned to her and said 
"thank you, Megan."
	"Now read the card," she said.
	I ripped open the envelope and pulled the card out. It said:

	"Dear Chris, I just wanted to wish my friend a happy birthday! 
Love, Megan"

	The card was cute, except, she didn't have to say "love!" Mom told 
me to hand it around so everyone could see it.
	"I made it myself," Megan said.
	"Thank you, Megan," my mom said to her. "It's a lovely card. Maybe 
you can stay for cake and ice cream afterwards."
	"Okay!" she said, delighted to accepted the invitation.
	I got to wondering how Megan knew it was my birthday, so I asked 
her.
	"You told me one time, remember?"
	It was back in October, but I didn't think anything of it then, 
nor did I think Megan would remember! Most of all, I told her before I 
started wearing diapers, so I certainly didn't anticipate this!
	Megan was much better-behaved and well-mannered now than what I 
had seen of her in school. She looked like she was still wearing her 
dress from church and was still presenting herself accordingly. She sat 
down next to me, approaching me rather flirtatiously, and wanted to look 
at the toys I got. I was still feeling embarrassed to have Megan sitting 
there right next me while I was in diapers, but I knew that it was too 
late to do anything but to grin and bear it, at least bear it.
	"What's the big present?" Megan asked, pointing to the one that I 
had yet to open. It wasn't really big, but it was the largest of my 
packages. I could tell from the weight of it that it probably wasn't 
going to be a toy. I had a suspicious feeling that it would be diapers.
	I tore of the wrapping paper then opened the cardboard flaps. I 
saw white material neatly folded and tucked into the box. It was 
diapers, all right, just as I had expected. And plastic pants! Even 
safety pins, just like the ones used on a baby's diaper!
	Megan was smiling, but she didn't say anything. Lisa and Cindy 
were telling me that they were going to change me into them on my next 
diaper change. To remember this moment, Dad had the video camera 
running, not that Lisa and Cindy didn't have enough video of me in my 
diapers anyway.
	Tony and Bryce were just sitting off to the side. Tony didn't seem 
to mind having Megan standing there before him while all he had on were 
diapers. Bryce was trying to cover himself, but he was just as 
vulnerable no matter what he did. If he stood up his entire diaper would 
show.
	The cake and ice cream had been brought out. Grandma made me a 
cake, complete with nine candles.
	I was asked to stand up in the chair so everyone could get a 
better picture of me, in my diapers of course. Everyone who had a camera 
stood before me. Megan was behind me and to the side where she could see 
just how thick my diapers covered my butt. She had even thought to bring 
a camera and she took plenty of pictures of me from her vantage point. 
It was one of those one-time-use cameras. I could hear her giggling as 
she and Cindy exchanged remarks.
	Everyone then started singing "Happy Birthday," which was followed 
by the obligatory spanking. Appropriately, I was spanked nine times, 
each of them delivered as a big smack to my diapered derriere. Megan 
then gave me a pinch to grow on!
	Then everyone had to get a picture of Megan and I standing 
together! I knew right now that this moment would stick out in my memory 
for the rest of my life! Everyone thought it would "make a cute 
picture." Cindy even took some pictures us Megan and me using the camera 
she brought with her.
	Everyone then sat down and each had a good helping of cake and ice 
cream. It was then getting late in the afternoon as people started 
getting their stuff and leaving. I had been wet for at least the last 
two hours. I waited until Megan was gone before I asked to be changed. 
Tony and Kara were still there as they had to wait for their mom to pick 
them up.
	As Lisa said she would do, she put the new diapers on me. I wasn't 
used to having them pinned on, which took longer. Mom decided that she 
would switch me to pin-on diapers as they were less expensive than the 
ones with the Velcro tabs. Lisa folded and layered together six of the 
diapers and used several pins to hold them in place, far more than was 
necessary. It was just the idea of pinning them on that Lisa liked 
doing. I also got more excited by the idea of having my diapers *pinned* 
on. There was something arousing about that word when associating it 
with diapers that I liked.
	As if my other diapers weren't thick enough, these new diapers 
padded me up even more than anything I had ever worn. They also went up 
higher on me than the old ones, which were plenty high themselves. She 
slid the new plastic pants on and tucked the diapers into them.
	Before Tony's mom came to pick them up, Lisa gave him a diaper 
change. She got into the diaper bag that he had brought with him and 
changed him out of the smelly mess that he had been sitting in since ice 
cream and cake had been served.
	As I went to bed that night I kept thinking about Megan. She 
certainly demonstrated better manners than what I had seen of her at 
school. Maybe Tony was right. Maybe she did want to be my friend. I just 
hoped that she wouldn't tell everyone at school about me getting diapers 
for my birthday, and I hoped I could trust her not to show everyone the 
pictures she got of me.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS INTRODUCTION: PART D
Diapered from Here On Out
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	In the days that followed when Megan first made that surprise 
visit to my house on my ninth birthday, she and her friend Tracy have 
since then stopped teased me about wearing diapers and have become 
friends with Tony and I. I had been skeptical of Megan even during that 
time, though she no longer called me names nor drew to everyone's 
attention that "cutey-butt" was around and only called me that name in 
private. She had apologized to me for teasing me about wearing diapers 
and decided that giving me a birthday present was a good way to express 
it. A truce was called and they agreed not to make fun of me for diapers 
or for anything else. I wasn't sure whether or not to trust the girls, 
and I was suspicious at first, but I acknowledged their truce, and 
eventually I was convinced that they were not such bad girls after all.
	Tony was, of course, still my best friend and we always did things 
together at school and away from school. We even let Megan and Tracy sit 
with us at lunch, and sometimes we played together on the playground. We 
made sure to let them see our diapers whenever we lifted our shirts.
	This is not to say that everyone now got along and lived happily 
ever after. Megan and Tracy were spending less time with the other girls 
and more time with Tony and me. The other girls started making fun of 
Megan and Tracy because they hung around with Tony and me because we 
were boys and we both wore diapers. Rumors started going around that 
Megan was going over to my house to change my diapers every day. I tried 
to tell everyone that this was not true, but they didn't believe me. 
Having Megan and Tracy around also gave Travis, a kid I despised, a lot 
of firepower to make fun of me.
	After about a week I was convinced that Megan and Tracy really 
wanted to be friends, but I wanted to know why they chose to be friends 
with us and to have a change of heart. Just a few days ago, they were 
two girls that I dreaded seeing since all they wanted to do was tease me 
for wearing diapers.
	The next day Megan and I were by ourselves on lunch hour, which 
gave me a chance to talk to Megan one-on- one without feeling like I was 
ignoring Tony or having to limit what I said with him around. Tracy was 
also nowhere to be found that day, which made things easier for Megan 
and I to talk. That day I asked Megan why she decided to call a truce 
and stop teasing us.
	"Because I think you're a nice guy," she said. "I really felt bad 
when you and Tony didn't want to be friends. I think all the other boys 
are jerks and you and Tony are the only ones who aren't."
	I had to agree with Megan that a lot of the boys in the school 
were mean to the girls, especially to Megan because she was overweight, 
just a little, but enough for kids to call her "fat-ass" and other 
disparaging names. She had social difficulties of her own and I was 
empathetic to them.
	"I do think your diapers look cute, though," Megan said, giggling 
shyly, being embarrassed to have told me that. I thought she was going 
back to teasing me again and I thought that this "truce" was one big 
joke. "You just look like a baby with them on, and I think babies are 
cute," she said as her dimples accented her sheepishly smiling face. "At 
first I thought it was funny that you were wearing diapers, because 
you're not supposed to wear diapers when you're in the third grade, and 
you're not a baby in the third grade, and I just thought it was funny."
	I wasn't sure where this particular conversation was going to 
lead, so I just sat there without saying anything. My heart started to 
pound rapidly; Megan sensed that I was feeling uneasy.
	"I'm sorry, you probably think I'm teasing you like I used to."
	"Look, do you really want to be my friend, or is this a big joke?" 
I asked in defense. "I thought you said you weren't going to talk about 
diapers anymore."
	"I'm sorry, but...there's just one thing I want to tell you."
	"It has to do with diapers, right?"
	"Well, yes," she said. "I know why you wear them."
	She knew why! Or did she really know? The difficult toilet 
training! The bathroom grounding! The soiled underwear in my closet! 
Getting diapered by my sisters! I felt shocked! How did she find out? I 
wanted to know who told her and what all she was told.
	"I'm a bedwetter," I lied, hoping she hadn't heard the truth.
	"You're a bedwetter? I mean, I was told that you liked pooping in 
your underwear and you got put into diapers for it!"
	"Where did you hear that from?!" I demanded.
	"Your sister, Cindy."
	"Cindy! When did she tell you?"
	"She talked to me the day after your birthday."
	"Why? What did she say?"
	"She wanted to tell me, so she did. She came to our side of the 
playground and told me. I promise I will not tell anybody, okay? I know 
you're embarrassed about it, which is why she told me. Is it true?"
	"Yes," I said. That was all I could say.
	Just as I started to trust Megan, I felt that this trust was 
fading.
	"Your sister and I are friends now," Megan said. "Hasn't she told 
you?"
	"No!," I said, totally blown away. Cindy had been going home on a 
different bus the last few days, but I thought she had been going over 
to Gina's house and thought nothing of it.
	"She's been coming over to my house after school," Megan said.
	"She's a fifth-grader, you know," I told her.
	"I know, you don't have to be in the same grade to be friends."
	I wasn't sure what to think now. It took awhile for the thought to 
sink in, that Megan and my sister Cindy were friends now. I felt angry 
at Cindy for telling Megan, so I couldn't blame Megan, but now that 
Megan knew what the story was behind the reason I wore diapers, she was 
sure to tell everybody at school about it. I wanted to tell her to go 
ahead and tell everyone, but maybe she would stick to her promise. My 
trust in her now felt fragile and I felt that it should be handled 
delicately.
	I sat in class nervously until the bell rang for the next recess. 
There were some other things I wanted to know as far as what Megan had 
been told. I thought that Cindy may have exaggerated some things, but 
then I really couldn't think of what more could be have been said beyond 
the truth. I was always in diapers and only diapers, and that was no 
exaggeration. I was glad to hear the bell ring as I wanted to use the 
recess time to talk to Megan.
	Megan and Tracy went with me as I went to meet Tony. I told Tony 
that I needed to talk to Megan. He said that was fine. Tracy joined him 
at the swings while Megan and I stood off to the side.
	"Can I trust you not to tell anybody?," I asked her.
	"Yes, Chris, yes! Tell you what, if I tell anybody, you can tell 
everyone that I wear diapers, too!"
	"Okay, but, you don't wear diapers!" I said.
	"I know I don't, and I wouldn't want anyone to think I did, after 
seeing what kids say to you about it, including me, when I used to tease 
you. That'd be pretty bad if I had everyone thinking that I wore 
diapers-- but I don't."
	Megan paused and smiled as if she wanted to add, "and you do!"
	"So, if I say anything about why you wear them, you can spread a 
rumor about me. Now do you trust me?"
	"I suppose," I shrugged. We shook hands and agreed on the amended 
terms.
	It was about halfway through recess when Megan and I returned to 
the swings and took the two vacant ones next to the ones Tracy and Tony 
were using and spent the remainder of the recess there.
	I got home from school and confronted Cindy about what I had found 
out.
	"You told Megan about my diapers!" I lashed out at her.
	"Of course, I knew she'd want to know!" Cindy said.
	"Yeah, and now she'll tell the whole school!"
	"You don't trust her, Chris? She is your friend now, isn't she?"
	"She's *your* friend, that's what she said."
	"She's *our* friend, Chris, okay? A family friend. I talked to her 
after I met her on your birthday. She's a nice girl, Chris, and I think 
you should trust her."
	"So why did you tell her about how I got put into diapers?"
	"Because I'm your sister, and big sisters are supposed to torment 
their little brothers, especially when he wears DIAPERS! Speaking of 
which...I suppose I'd better change you."
	"Where's Lisa?"
	"I don't know."
	"She probably has a third-grade friend, too!," I said.
	"There's nothing wrong with being friends with someone in another 
grade, and no, she doesn't have any third-grade friends. Now let's get 
you changed, I can smell your poopy diaper from all the way over here!"
	I decided that today was a good day to write about, so I wrote a 
short story about how Megan became friends with Cindy. I started out 
writing the events as they actually happened and in the way I understood 
things to be between them. As I got to thinking about it, I couldn't 
help but to imagine what it would be like if Megan were staying over 
with Cindy. If Megan were here for a night, she would see me get 
changed, and perhaps she would even change me herself! I tried to 
repress the thought, but I couldn't! Why was I writing about something I 
didn't want to happen? Perhaps I did want it to happen. At least writing 
about it helped me to work with the thought and to transcribe it where I 
could look at it more clearly. I didn't want to just juggle it around in 
my mind.
	I was still awake and lying on my bed, working on what was 
becoming a story about Megan when Lisa came in and told me to get on the 
floor for my diaper change.
	"What are you writing, Chris?" Cindy asked as she walked over to 
my bed.
	I covered it up as she started to reach for it.
	"Let's see it!," she said.
	"No! You can't!" I said. "Remember what happened when Lisa got in 
trouble for reading my letter to Darren? Remember what Mom said about 
respecting privacy?!"
	"I saw the word 'Megan' at the top!" Cindy said, completely 
ignoring what I had told her. "Are you writing a love letter to your 
girlfriend? That's it! Megan's your girlfriend! Chris has got a girl-
friend! Chris has got a girl-friend!"
	"She's not my girlfriend!," I shouted.
	"But she's a friend?"
	"Yes."
	"And she's a girl?"
	"Yes."
	"Then she's a girlfriend!"
	There was no sense in arguing about it because I knew Lisa would 
just keep teasing me about Megan, which she did anyway. She tried to 
look at my story, but I refused to give it to her. She grabbed it and 
tore the top half of it, which contained the "real" portion of the 
story. I was still holding the bottom half, which was the part I really 
didn't want her to see.
	Lisa stood there and read it while I took the other half and 
crumpled it up, tossing it behind the head board.
	"This is interesting, you really do like to write about things 
like this, huh, Chris?"
	I didn't know what to say.
	"Not the first time I have read things like this from you," Lisa 
said before she handed it back to me.
	"Okay, now let's get your diaper changed!"
	It was still about a half hour before I was to go to bed. I was 
mad that Lisa took my story like that and made me rip it. I retrieved 
the other part of it from behind the bed and re-wrote what I could. It 
was about ten o'clock when I saw Lisa walk by.
	"He's still up," she said as she looked at me on the bed with my 
pencil and paper.
	"Chris, go to sleep!" dad shouted.
	I wanted to finish the story that night, but I decided that I'd 
better get the lights out after dad warned me a second time. As there 
was a full moon out that night, I was barely able to see what I was 
doing as I continued to write for about another hour before I became too 
tired and went to bed.
	Now that Megan and Cindy have paired up as friends, I've been 
seeing more of Megan at my house. Perhaps for the same reason I enjoyed 
wearing diapers in the first place I also enjoyed having Megan come over 
and seeing me in my diapers. She was more like a third sister when she 
was there, and this got me even more excited as she too, gave me plenty 
of attention for wearing diapers. She had vowed not to tease me at 
school anymore for wearing diapers, and she stuck to her word on this. 
Tracy didn't think she should be so nice to me. In fact, Tracy and Megan 
weren't really doing a lot together themselves. Tracy thought Megan was 
being a traitor for becoming friends with me, actually, friends with my 
sister Cindy.
	When she was over visiting, she joined in with Lisa and Cindy and 
teased me about wearing diapers, though her teasing was more of the 
"how-cute-he-looks-in-diapers" variety than the more brutal teasing I 
got from Cindy, and especially Lisa. Lisa always made an effort to 
embarrass me and treated me like she was superior to me because she 
didn't wear diapers. She sometimes called me more disparaging names such 
as "stinky butt."
	Even before Cindy and Megan became friends, I had thoughts about 
Megan coming over and diapering me and treating me like I was her 
brother. Whenever I was alone I would sometimes think of Megan as my 
sister and giving me extra attention and embarrassing me for wearing 
diapers, which was something she did at school (now only in my fantasy). 
Having her do at my house and treating me the way my sisters treated me 
got me excited.
	This was perhaps the biggest childhood secret I had. I couldn't 
even trust Tony enough to tell him about it. I told Tony that I thought 
Megan was "kind of cute," but I didn't allow such discussions to develop 
between us. Tony told me that I liked her because she was fat He liked 
to tease me about this, and we'd get into arguments over it, but they 
were always quickly settled and forgotten.
	While I denied it and told Tony that I didn't like fat girls, this 
was what I liked about Megan. Maybe I associated Megan with Lisa, whose 
large butt and her overall large size gave her an additional degree of 
dominance over me. Megan's face was pudgy and her rear was more rounded 
than others, but she wasn't really fat. I didn't have a problem with 
hinting at what I thought of Megan, but I could never tell Tony that I 
wanted her to be my sister and diaper me like Cindy and Lisa did.
	In less than a month Megan and Cindy already became good friends 
and were spending time together during recess and at lunch, even though 
Cindy, being a fifth grader, shouldn't have been allowed to be playing 
with Megan in the younger kids' playground at school. It seemed like the 
teachers at school were more concerned about boys from the older grades 
coming into our playground and causing trouble. As I thought about it, a 
lot more girls seemed to get away with it.
	The first day Megan came over after school was about two weeks 
after she and Cindy became friends. Tony and I got on the bus that day 
and I noticed that Cindy wasn't on the bus. I was wondering where she 
was, but I wasn't really too concerned about it since it was her problem 
if she missed the bus.
	I came home and set my stuff down, throwing my jacket onto the 
couch in spite of knowing that I was to hang it up in the closet. Lisa 
was in her room and mom was sitting in the living room. I told mom that 
Cindy missed the bus.
	"I thought she was riding home with Megan," mom said. "Did she 
change her plans?"
	"I dunno, I didn't see her on the bus."
	"Then she's probably with Megan."
	Meanwhile, my diaper was loaded with a big mess inside of it and 
I'd been sitting on it and in it since the afternoon recess that day. I 
needed a change and I knew that it was really Cindy's turn to do it. 
This couldn't wait and I had to get it taken care of, so I went to 
Lisa's room and knocked on the door.
	"I'm on the phone!" she shouted, annoyed by my interruption.
	"I need my diaper changed!," I shouted.
	I heard Lisa groan and say "just a minute" before she came to the 
door and opened it.
	"Have Cindy do it! It's her turn!"
	Lisa went back to the phone.
	"Cindy's not here!" I shouted.
	"I'm sorry, Betty," Lisa said into the phone, "Chris needs his 
diaper changed...I'll call you back, bye."
	"Where's Cindy?" she asked me.
	"She's with Megan, I guess."
	"You'll have to wait, Betty and I are in the middle of homework!"
	"On the phone?" I asked incredulously.
	"Yes, we're halfway done...and if you want proof that we're doing 
homework, here!"
	She held her assignment right up into my face.
	"Don't go telling mom that I'm just jabbering on the phone like 
you always do!"
	"I wasn't going to, Lisa! I'm just really messy and I need to be 
changed!"
	"I changed you this morning, stinky butt!"
	"So have Cindy change me the next two times," I suggested. "I 
ought to be able to change them myself."
	"Yes, but let me remind you, Chris, that you are *NOT* allowed to 
do that."
	Lisa then sighed and shrugged.
	"Take your pants off and go to your room, I'll be right there."
	I slipped my pants off and handed them to Lisa. She pulled on the 
back of my diaper and examined the contents.
	"Yep! You're a mess all right!" She then looked into my pants and 
saw that my messy diaper had leaked. "You got your pants dirty, too!" 
She then folded them up and carried them off to the wash room.
	"Are you going to wash my pants?" I asked.
	"Maybe, I might just throw them in the trash!"
	I stood at my door as I watched Lisa hand mom my pants.
	"They're soiled again!" Lisa told my Mom, who sighed as she went 
back up the hallway.
	As I sat down on the pad I felt the poopy mess squish around 
beneath me some more. I sat up and looked down at my crotch, where out 
of both sides of the diaper's crotch was where my big mess had leaked 
into my pants.
	I then heard the front door open and close. It sounded like Cindy 
had come home. I also heard the familiar voice of Megan. I didn't expect 
Megan to come over with Cindy after school today.
	"It sounds like your friend Megan is here!" Lisa commented to me.
	"Stay put!" she commanded as she got up and went back out to the 
living room. I heard the three girls out in the living room talking 
about me needing a diaper change and whose turn it was.
	"Here's the diaper pail," Lisa said. "I think it's your turn, 
Cindy."
	"I thought it was your turn, Lisa!," Cindy said.
	"No, I changed him this morning, Cindy, remember?"
	"Did you?," Cindy asked, sounding doubtful.
	"Yes!" Lisa affirmed, "or were you too sleepy to remember?"
	"I'll change him!" Megan offered.
	There was a short period of silence.
	"I can change diapers," Megan said.
	"Okay, Megan, if you want to change him, go ahead," Cindy said.
	"I've changed my baby cousin a couple of times," Megan added, as 
if to give her some kind of credentials for her experience.
	"Where is Chris, by the way?" Cindy asked.
	"He's in his room waiting," Lisa said. "Let's go in there."
	No! They were going to let Megan change me?! I couldn't let this 
happen, or could I? I wanted to fight it and refuse to let Megan change 
me, but my secret wish that I had been thinking about was for Megan to 
take the place of my sisters and do my diaper changes. I was in an 
inescapable position as it was, so I had little choice.
	I looked out into the hallway through my open door and saw their 
approaching shadows cast on the wall across from my doorway as they 
walked to my bedroom. I heard three sets of footsteps pounding the floor 
and lots of girlish giggles. Lisa came in first, still holding the 
diaper pail, setting it down next to the changing pad. Cindy was right 
behind her. Lastly, just as I had envisioned in the secret fantasy that 
I tried to avoid thinking about, was the sight of Megan standing there 
in my bedroom while I lay there on my changing pad in a soiled diaper. 
This "fantasy"-- if it could be called that-- was something that I 
didn't understand at the age of nine, and it was such a thought that I 
felt I shouldn't have had. Boys z this age were supposed to hate girls, 
after all.
	Somehow I knew sooner or later the day would come when not only 
would Megan see me in my diapers, but also would have the opportunity to 
change me. Even before Cindy and Megan were ever friends, I thought 
about this happening. Now it was for real, and I wasn't sure how to deal 
with it.
	"Nice room you got, Chris," Megan said, looking around. She went 
over to my Lego town that occupied a corner of my room. She even found 
the set that she had given me for my birthday and looked it over.
	"I wish I had some Legos," she said. "They look fun."
	Meanwhile, I was still sitting there knowing that my diaper was in 
full view with more intimate parts of me underneath the diaper that were 
about to become exposed. I wondered what Megan would think of the big 
mess that had spread itself all over my backside for her to clean up.
	"Are you sure you want to change him, Megan?," Lisa asked her. 
"He's a real mess; he stinks!"
	"I told you, I changed my cousin-- and he's a boy, so I know what 
to expect," she smiled.
	"How old is your cousin?," Cindy asked.
	"He's almost two," she said.
	"A nine year-old has a bigger butt and can make a bigger mess," 
Cindy added, laughing of course.
	"Let me change him!," she said, sounding excited by the 
opportunity.
	I was so nervous now as I watched Megan get up and walk over to 
me. She knelt down to the floor and reached for the tapes on my diaper. 
I was lying stiffly on my back with my legs straight, feeling nervous 
and excited at the same time.
	"Well, spread your legs, Chris," Lisa said. "She won't get much 
done if you just keep your legs closed like that!"
	Nervously, I lifted my legs and spread them apart so that Megan 
could pull the incredible mess away from my bottom. I heard the slimy 
poopy goo peeling away from my rear end. A most utterly repulsive smell 
exuded from the opened diaper, causing Megan to wince as she folded the 
sides of it down and tossed it into the pail.
	"You're right," she commented. "A bigger butt and a lot more poop, 
but this is fun anyway!" she said. "Except I gotta wipe all that up 
first!"
	"Wipes, wipes..." Lisa said as she looked around the room. "Shit! 
I hope Mom bought some!"
	Lisa got up to get some more wipes, provided I hadn't run out. She 
was gone awhile, which led me to believe that we didn't have any.
	"You look nervous, Chris," Megan said as she looked at me in the 
eyes. Few things felt so awkward as having a girl from your own 
classroom kneeling before you while lying there with nothing on and 
being very dirty in such an intimate area. On to of this my penis was 
standing erect, which of course held Megan's attention. Yes, I was 
nervous! I had brought my legs back down and closed them, feeling the 
sticky residue sliding between my buttocks. The situation made me feel 
devoid of any dignity, but at the same time, this was all a very 
significant part of the secret fantasy.
	In the meantime, Cindy showed Megan where my diapers were kept so 
that "you will know where they are next time," as Cindy explained it.
	"Next time?," I thought. Was Megan going to be changing me on a 
regular basis?!
	Megan was quick to note that I had been wearing a disposable 
diaper but now I was going to be put into cloth diapers.
	"He wearing a disposable," she said.
	"He wears disposables to school," Cindy explained. "The school 
told him he had to wear them there, but at home we put him in cloth 
diapers."
	"Of course, I knew that," Megan said, having seen my diapers 
showing above my pants in school.
	"I've never put on cloth diapers before," Megan said. "My cousin 
just wears disposables."
	"You'll learn from this," Cindy said. "You get to pin them up and 
they're a lot thicker, too, so these will be even more fun to put on 
him!"
	Lisa finally came back with the wipes and handed them to Cindy, 
who handed them to Megan.
	Megan was then faced with he unsavory task of wiping my mess up. 
In my secret thoughts, I enjoyed having others take care of my needs and 
freeing me of the responsibility of keeping myself clean. Megan winced 
as she began wiping at the larger clumps of my fecal discharges. The 
smell was bothering her, but she appeared to enjoy doing this to me. She 
gave my dick and balls plenty of attention and she giggled as she ran 
the wipe around my stiff little dick.
	Perhaps this was what Megan had been wanting to do ever since she 
found out I was wearing diapers. Maybe we each had some sort of secret 
fantasies that, while they complemented each other, remained hidden and 
vaguely understood while we were still in childhood. When Megan 
mentioned how she liked changing her dolls' wet diapers, it became more 
apparent to me that she was having fun changing me.
	"This is like changing my dolls' diapers," she said. "It's more 
fun to have a real live baby!"
	"I am NOT a baby!" I thought silently. "I just wear diapers!"
	"My dolls don't smell as bad, though," she added. "But you're a 
boy, a real boy, and real boys are more fun to change diapers with."
	Megan had gotten the last of my messy derriere cleaned up. She got 
up and grabbed the powder and applied it generously. She then grabbed 
the six diapers that Cindy got out for her.
	"Does he always wear them like this?," Megan asked. "There sure 
are a lot of diapers here".
	"Oh yes, always!" Lisa said. "We always pad his butt up really 
super thick!"
	Megan proceeded to slide the thick pile of diapers underneath me. 
She pulled them into my crotch and fastened each side with four pins, as 
Lisa had suggested, "for good measure."
	"They'll stay on really tight that way!" she said.
	Cindy then handed Megan the plastic pants.
	"Wow! These are as big as my mom's panties!" Megan commented. "My 
mom has a big butt!"
	"So does Chris when he has his diapers on!" Lisa added.
	"Does he put these on himself?" Megan asked.
	"No, he does not do *anything* during his changes, so you get to 
put them on him!"
	Megan grabbed each of my feet and stuck them in the leg openings 
of the plastic pants before pulling them up. I closed my legs (as close 
as they could go, given the enormous thickness of my diapers) as she 
pulled the plastic pants past my knees and over the bulky layers of my 
diapers to where the leg bands came to a stop at my pelvic area.
	"Pull it up as high as it will go and make sure all of his diapers 
are in it," Cindy said.
	As I sat up, Megan reached around behind me she pulled the back of 
the plastic pants up and tucked the diapers in. I felt her fingers 
working well above my waist as she made her way around to the front, 
tugging up on the pants as they went over my stomach above my belly 
button.
	"I see why disposables are so popular," Megan said. "This takes a 
long time!"
	"It does, but doesn't he look soooo cuuute!," Lisa remarked. "All 
you see are his skinny legs and his big, big, thickly whitely-padded-up 
DIAPERED BUTT!"
	As Megan worked on the front of the diaper and ran her fingers 
along the waistband she could feel my heart rapidly thumping.
	"Do I make you nervous, Chris?" Megan asked. "I can feel your 
heart beating."
	I was speechless and dry in the mouth throughout the entire diaper 
change. I was feeling uneasy, but at the same time enjoying it, and I 
couldn't tell anyone that I enjoyed it.
	"So, is that it?" Megan asked.
	"He's done!" Lisa said.
	"This is all he wears? Diapers and a shirt? No pants?"
	"That's all he wears except for when he goes to school or goes out 
with mom!" Cindy said. "He NEVER wears pants over his diapers. As if 
they're gonna fit, anyway."
	"Stick around and maybe you can change him again!" Lisa said to 
Megan.
	"I have to be home soon," she said.
	Megan got up and went into the bathroom to wash her hands. Cindy 
took care of my soiled diaper and flushed its contents into the toilet 
before taking it out to the trash.
	Lisa was still standing there at the door-- with the video camera! 
I was so consumed in seeing what Megan was doing while changing me that 
I didn't even realize that Lisa has been videotaping the whole episode! 
She must have gotten a hold of the camera when she went out to get the 
wipes! Since she had already gotten plenty of video of me in diapers 
there was no reason to argue with her about it now. Being that I was 
such a mess, my biggest concern was whether or not she videotaped that 
particular part.
	"You didn't get me before I had diapers on, did you?," I asked 
humbly.
	"No, that part would have been too gross!" Lisa said. "I got a 
*lot* of cute shots of you and Megan, though!"
	I had gone over to my Legos and started playing with them. After 
sitting there and driving cars around the town, Megan came back into my 
room and started playing with them alongside of me. She got into my 
loose pieces and started building her own cars. Having her there playing 
with my toys wasn't too much different than having Tony there, but I had 
to remember that this was Megan. It was hard to ignore knowing that my 
diapered butt was sticking out so prominently in her view as she was 
sitting behind me putting together her vehicular creations from my Lego 
pieces. She was probably admiring the results of her diapering up my 
butt.
	It was after 5:00 when Megan decided that she should be leaving. I 
told her goodbye as she left behind her Lego cars.
	"Don't take those apart," she said. "See you in school tomorrow."
	I got up and stood on my bed as I peered out the window where I 
saw Megan walk in front of our house on her way home. I went back to my 
Legos, but I did more sitting and thinking than anything else. After 
today it would very difficult to look at Megan in the classroom and not 
think about the fact that she changed my diapers! I ruminated over 
everything-- seeing me with no diapers on, seeing the big, smelly mess 
that was in them, cleaning up that big, smelly mess, seeing my erection, 
and diapering me back up and spending the rest of the afternoon playing 
with me. I looked down at my diapers and thought about the fact that 
this was *Megan's* diapering! It felt so tight and so secure, as if it 
were one of Lisa's jobs (she did a better job of diapering me than 
Cindy).
	I still couldn't believe that it actually happened, that Megan 
diapered me! If I really didn't want her to do it I would have fought it 
at all costs. I let one of my innermost secret wishes become realized. 
Likewise, Megan would not have offered to change me if it wouldn't have 
been so fun for her to do. As I got older I began to understand these 
events in retrospect, but in the midst of my boyhood, it was yet to be 
understood.

FOREVER IN DIAPERS INTRODUCTION: PART E
Then and Now
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	The preceding series of events all happened three years ago. I'm 
twelve years old now and I'm still happily wearing diapers, and I always 
will. I really love wearing diapers and using them in spite of all I 
have gone through to enjoy them so much. I was in diapers past the age 
of four when my parents struggled with potty training me. I was very 
stubborn to toilet train and I would not give up the visual appeal and 
the comfort and overall pleasure of wearing and using diapers. My 
parents finally managed to separate me and my diapers, but this effort 
turned out to be in vain as I am now back into diapers again, and this 
time for good, and loving every minute of it. Face it, I'm obsessed with 
diapers, I LOVE THEM! Everything about me has to do with diapers, as it 
would seem. It's a good thing I enjoy diapers so much, because after 
having worn them again non-stop since I was eight years old, I have 
completely lost control of my bladder and my bowels and now I have to 
wear them. I like knowing that I not only want to wear diapers, but now 
I actually need to wear them!
	My name is Chris Barrett, by the way. I first wrote a story about 
myself called "Diaper Desires," which takes place over just two months 
of my life, a few months before I was nine years old. These two months, 
however, changed the way I would grow up, and defined the life that I 
have lived thus far and expect to live from here on out.
	In "Diaper Desires" I tell about how I was put back into diapers 
when I was eight years old because I kept pooping in my underwear on 
purpose. I knew it was something I shouldn't have been doing, but I 
couldn't help but to enjoy the feelings it produced, both physical and 
mental. So what if I was eight years old? I just had an insatiable urge 
to be like a little boy again and make a mess in my underpants. Ever 
since I was forcibly toilet trained I couldn't refrain from my childish 
urges and often acted in outright defiance without considering the 
consequences, which often was spanking and/or other forms of punishment.
	I hated toilet training, and my memories of this horrible ordeal 
will always stick with me. It's about the only thing I remember about my 
early years, always being sent to the bathroom and made to sit on that 
damn toilet! Mom and Dad always yelled at me whenever I didn't "go potty 
like a big boy." They made the whole experience sheer misery.
	Lisa and Cindy were so cooperative with toilet training and were 
both out of diapers for good shortly after they each turned two years 
old. They hardly ever fussed and were glad to be "big girls." Trust me, 
I know this, because my Mom and Dad constantly told me how much more 
cooperative Lisa and Cindy were with toilet training in hopes that I 
would follow their lead. Because of my sisters, my Mom and Dad had very 
high expectations for me to be toilet trained early, too, even 
accounting for the fact that boys typically become potty trained later 
than girls do. In spite of this, when my parents found out that I wasn't 
ready to give up my diapers, they put the pressure on and punished me 
for using my diapers instead of the toilet. Thing became really serious 
when I outgrew the largest diapers available at the store. I finally had 
to use the toilet, but I resented it, and felt that pooping in my 
underpants was the best way to let my parents know how I felt about 
putting me through such hell. This went on for a few years and things 
only got worse.
	The final punishment came down when my parents gave up on trying 
to correct my behavior so that I would stop pooping in my underwear. It 
was perhaps the most appropriate punishment my parents could give me-- 
making me wear diapers permanently, and that they have done to this day. 
Ironically, wearing diapers only caused my regressive behavior to become 
even more pronounced. My parents did successfully modify my behavior, 
but probably not in ways they intended.
	I haven't changed my own diapers very much, if at all. This job 
has almost always been left for my sisters Cindy and Lisa to do instead. 
As an additional measure to be taken for my punishment, I was to face 
the embarrassment of being of having Lisa and Cindy handle all of my 
diaper changes and to ensure that I was always wearing them. Their 
allowances were doubled for doing this often-times vile and filthy 
chore, wiping up their little brother's stinky, poopy, filthy butt every 
day. The intent was for me to feel so ashamed to expose the most 
intimate parts of myself in this manner to my sisters that perhaps I 
would then realize that big boys only poop in the toilet, and those who 
don't must face the consequences. I refused to be a big boy, no matter 
what the consequences.
	I didn't have very many friends to begin with before I got put 
back into diapers, so I am glad that my best friend Tony was 
understanding when he found out about me wearing diapers. Not only was 
he understanding, but he was curious to try wearing diapers, too, so he 
did. He's been in diapers ever since, and like me he enjoys them very 
much. The only difference is that he wears disposable diapers and I wear 
cloth, at least I wear cloth diapers at home. I do wear disposable 
diapers to school, and while they do the job, especially with two or 
three doublers stuffed into them for good measure, I would rather wear 
cloth diapers if the school would allow me to wear them there. I 
developed such a preference for cloth and enjoy their extra thickness 
and bulkiness, especially since I wear them in multiples, and I love 
having lots of diaper pins stuck into them, too. I also like the idea 
that these were diapers that could be used again and again, that I am 
expected to wear them indefinitely. Mom also doesn't like having to buy 
disposables all the time, either, but it's either that, or have my Mom 
home-school me, which would be nice since I would never have to wear 
pants over my diapers at all.
	In those formative two months that made me the diaper boy that I 
am today, some other boys that I am well-acquainted with also got into 
wearing diapers, mainly, my cousin Darren and my sister Cindy's friend's 
brother Bryce. I have gotten to know a couple other boys at school who 
also wear diapers. The only kids I know who wear diapers are boys, no 
girls, not that I care, since I don't see diapers as something girls 
would enjoy, anyway, but I know this isn't quite true. I just like to 
think of wearing diapers as an exclusive privilege of boyhood and have 
been satisfied with this notion, as have my two sisters. I know my 
sisters would never wear them, even though they just love to clean me up 
and diaper me and handle all the wet, stinky diapers that I give them 
every day. Okay, maybe they don't enjoy the smell, but I know it makes 
them feel superior to me by not having a desire to wear diapers, much 
less an obsession, and that being girls, this makes them feel better 
about not being a boy. We mutually enjoy each other's roles as far as 
diapers are concerned and enjoy the fact that we are who we are.
	As these two months included Thanksgiving and Christmas, many of 
my close relatives were also present to witness my diapered state. They 
all learned to accept it, though for some of them it was difficult to 
deal with originally. They all know very well that I wear diapers and 
enjoy them very much. Most of them have the attitude that I brought this 
on myself and I am dealing with the consequences by being incontinent, 
so I don't get much sympathy, not that I need it or want it.
	My cousin Suzy thinks I look cute in my diapers, as do my sisters 
and all their female friends, and they all like it when they get to 
change me. I'm sure my sisters do like a break every once in awhile as 
my diaper changes are quite involved. I wear lots of diapers at a time, 
for one thing, always eight or more stacked together. This is one reason 
I like cloth diapers over disposables. It isn't very effective to wear 
multiple disposable diapers without poking holes in them. Tony likes to 
do this so he can wear multiple diapers like I do, but most of the time 
he stuffs his diapers with doublers since his Mom doesn't like him 
wasting extra diapers.
	I even consider eight cloth diapers to be a "light" load, so my 
sisters usually put about a dozen of them on me. I remember when I 
thought wearing twelve pairs of underwear to simulate a diaper seemed 
thick. I don't think I really need to be diapered this thickly, but 
remember, I am *obsessed* with diapers and I wouldn't be satisfied with 
anything less.
	I also started out with wearing diapers that included Velcro 
fasteners. Shortly after I was put back in to diapers, these were made 
no longer available in my size at the store where my Mom gets all my 
diapers, Kidz Klothez, so she started buying the old-fashioned flat 
diapers that are folded up when put on. It turns out I like these the 
best, anyway. As these require the use of diaper pins, this also makes 
the diaper-changing process more involved. I've developed sort of a sub-
fetish for diaper pins as my sisters use as many of them as they can on 
my diapers, sometimes using six or eight on just one side of each 
diaper. Needless to say, after all this work, I don't get changed for a 
very long time and my diapers are very well soaked and soiled when the 
long-awaited diaper change finally comes. Most of this excessive 
diapering activity occurs on weekends and during the summer months when 
I am not in school. I can't imagine being in so many diapers at school 
and trying to walk around in them, as often as I think about it.
	This pretty much describes what I had been going through for the 
last three years. Not much has changed in that time, other than lots of 
diapers. Everyone in my school knows it's no secret that I wear diapers 
and love them, and most of the kids would rather not have anything to do 
with a boy who wears diapers all the time and smells of pee and poop and 
is obsessed with this. There are those kids who like to tease me about 
it, but they know that I am a major diaper freak and don't care what 
they think.
	The following story takes place when I was twelve years old, the 
time when I became fully aware of my feelings about diapers. Puberty 
struck, and I discovered the sheer pleasure of jacking off in my very 
thick, wet, soaked, poopy, stinky, smelly diapers. Having attended 
several sessions with a therapist to discuss these desires also helped 
me to understand and accept my feelings for wearing diapers. I think 
about the fact that I have been a diaper boy all this time and it was 
such a pleasure even before I could masturbate to orgasm. Now that I am 
aware of the strong drive behind my diaper desires, I know now that 
these desires will be forever, which is why I call this story, "Forever 
in Diapers."

Forever In Diapers, Parts 1-10