Grimmster's Story

	Hello all. I'm a 30/m DL and I've been a DL most of my 
life. Of course I didn't know the word DL, most of it , 
either. Not until a few years ago when I first signed onto 
the Internet did I find out that there were other people out 
there like me. Until then I thought I was the only one in 
the world with a fetish for diapers (everybody's story) so, 
you ask! "How is it that you became a DL?" Well, here it is 
in a nutshell.
	From the time I was 6 years old till I was 8 years old, 
I always used to have accidents in my underwear, and I was 
always afraid of my mother finding out, so I always hid my 
underwear that I had accidents in, usually in my closet 
underneath some toys. Eventually my mother always found 
them, and she would always yell at me for doing it then, 
hiding the evidence. Eventually she started to threaten to 
use diapers if it kept up. I think it may have stopped for a 
little while but then started up again. After I started 
hiding my underwear again, my mom started threatening to use 
diapers again.
	One night, maybe an hour or so after, dinner, my mom 
called me up from the basement where I was playing (and had 
another "accident") when I got to my mother she started to 
ask me whatever it was she had called me upstairs for, but 
then noticed a smell, and she knew it was me. She asked me 
if I had another accident, and I of course I said "NO." Then 
she took me by my hand and took me upstairs to my room., 
where she pulled my pants down to look at my underwear, and 
of course she saw that I had, indeed, had an accident. She 
started to yell at me then asked if I was hiding any other 
pairs of underwear anywhere. Of course I said "NO." My 
mother knows BS when she hears it, so she started to look in 
the usual places that I hid my "accident" underwear. When 
she looked in my closet she found some and she was furious. 
She yelled at me some more, then she took my pants the rest 
of the way off and my underwear and shirt off, too. She told 
me to go sit on my bed, which I did. Then she collected all 
of my dirty underwear up and said she was tired of washing 
all my dirty underwear. She said a few more things then told 
me that I had to just sit there on my bed and think about 
how bad I had been for doing this. She then left my room 
with my dirty underwear and went downstairs to the laundry 
room to put them in a bucket of bleach before washing them. 
I heard her doing all this and it took her maybe ten 
minutes. I then heard my mom grab her car keys in the 
kitchen and she yelled upstairs to me that she would be 
right back and that I had better not move off the bed. While 
she was gone, I was left wondering where she had gone and 
what kind of punishment I was going to get for all this. She 
got back about fifteen minutes later, and I heard her come 
in the door and walk into the kitchen and drop her keys and 
purse off. I also heard her put a bag down. She did a few 
other things in the kitchen that took her maybe another five 
minutes before I heard her grab the bag and start to walk up 
the hall to the stairs leading up to my room. She came into 
my room and I was still sitting there naked on my bed. She 
put the bag down on my bed and told me that she had had 
enough of me having accidents in my underwear and that she 
had tried everything from grounding me to taking my 
allowance away as punishment for it, and now she is going to 
do something she has threatened to do for awhile now. She 
then pulled out a box of pampers from the bag (yes, "box"-- 
this was 1975-76 or so) and told me to lie down, which I 
did. She opened the box of pampers and took one diaper out 
and put the box on the floor next to my bed. She opened the 
diaper up then put my legs together and with one hand lifted 
my legs up by my ankles, and with the other hand she put the 
pamper under my butt. She then put my legs down and spread 
them out and then pulled the diaper up and she taped it 
snugly up, then told me to get up and put my PJ's on and go 
brush my teeth because I was going to bed early, also as 
punishment.
	I HAD TO SLEEP IN THE PAMPER THAT NIGHT and I remember 
I took it off first thing in the morning. THIS IS HOW I 
STARTED TO LIKE DIAPERS. My mom only punished me in diapers 
that one time, but it left a big desire in me for them that 
is still with me to this day.
	Oh, P.S., I didn't use that diaper either (to my regret 
now) It would be nice to know how my mom would have reacted 
if I had a wet diaper the next morning.
	 That's pretty much it in a nutshell. I could write 
this as a story and make it much better. and I probably will 
sometime, but I thought I'd share my experience with you as 
I remember it (time does play games on the memory) but this 
is how that night basically happened. Have fun.

Grimmster