When I was 9 my parents died in a car crash and I had to go and live 
with my aunt. She was really mean to me. She did not like me living 
with her. She had two kids of her own, 9 year old Albert and 8 year old 
Alice. One day Linda came upstairs and started shouting at me. She 
dragged me downstairs and she pointed to a stain of urine on the 
carpet. She said, "was this you?" I said no, and as all of the noise 
was going on Albert and Alice came downstairs and she asked them, "do 
you know who did this?" Then Albert said it was me and so did Alice. 
Linda then picked me up and sat down on a chair and pulled down my 
trousers and pants (underwear) and then started spanking me. She then 
made me sit in the puddle of urine while she went out. Albert started 
laughing at me and I was crying. In 10 minutes or so Linda came back in 
the house with a packet of Pampers size 6. At this point Albert could 
not contain his laughter and burst out laughing. I was quickly diapered 
and told I now wore my toilet around my waist. I was in diapers 24/7.
Whenever we were out I had to wear the Pampers and Linda took every 
opportunity to point this out, including changing me in a supermarket 
and shouting very loudly across a restaurant that  my diaper was wet or 
poopy! Albert also enjoyed torturing me by pulling my trousers or 
shorts down and running off with them. One day I had to walk home with 
nothing but a wet and poopy diaper and a t-shirt on. It was 
humiliating. I am now diaper dependant and love them. Anyway, that is 
how I got into diapers. Happy pooping!

=-Anon-=