My Diaper Story
How I started liking diapers

I'll start by telling you a little of myself as I am now 
then I'll get into how I became a DL . I am 31 years old 
and married for 5 years now (yes she knows) I am Also a DL 
(diaper lover) at heart.. But just how is it that I started 
liking diapers?. well for me the answer is pretty easy, I 
can trace it back to a specific episode of my life, a lot 
of you may be able to relate to this for it could be the 
same reason that got you into liking diapers. This is a 
true story" and I will tell it the best I can and as best 
as my memory serves me.

	I was 7 or 8 years old at the time and like most boys 
my age, all my life consisted of at that time was school 
and play... school was a drag, but play was a serious 
thing, I lived to play. Now when I was playing, I never 
really wanted to stop, so when an urge to "use the 
bathroom" came over me, I would often ignore it or try to 
hold off as long as possible so I could keep playing. Well, 
more often than not my underwear at the end of the day 
wasn't as white as when I had put it on in the morning. 
when this was the case I knew it was a "bad" thing, so I 
would try to hide the evidence. I usually hid my stained 
underwear in my closet underneath toy's. but it never took 
my mother long to notice that I had underwear missing that 
should have been in the laundry. So she would always look 
and she would always find them hidden somewhere. and I 
would get in big trouble...sometimes that meant I was 
grounded. Sometimes I would lose my allowance, and 
sometimes I got spanked for it.
	This went on for about a year and my mother was 
growing very tired of this circle. Her patience was at its 
limits and she was running out of things to do to punish 
me. Well, she eventually started to threaten to put diapers 
on me. when she would find my hidden underwear and she 
would be yelling at me she would say things like "WHAT'S 
THE MATTER WITH YOU? ARE YOU A BABY?" and "WHAT, DO I HAVE 
TO PUT DIAPERS ON YOU TO GET YOU TO STOP. MAYBE THAT'S WHAT 
YOU NEED".
	I think it may have stopped for a short time. (1-2 
months)and everything was ok. but then I started doing it 
again, and of course I started to hide my underwear again 
and obviously my mother soon found them and was mad as hell 
at me. Well, she found a few pairs stashed in my closet one 
night and called me up to my room so she could "show me the 
evidence" and yell at me... I remember standing in front of 
my closet with my mother's angry face looking down at me 
while she was pointing to my underwear and yelling at me, 
she grabbed me by my arm so she could half turn me around 
and give my butt a swat and she caught a whiff of the pair 
of undies I had on. I think she said something like "IS 
YOUR UNDERWEAR MESSY NOW"? and she pulled my pants and then 
my underwear down around my ankles and she saw that I did 
indeed have messy underwear on. So she took my pants and 
underwear the rest of the way off of me ,all the while 
yelling at me. She then made me go into the bathroom to 
clean myself up while she took my dirty underwear 
downstairs to the laundry room to soak in a bucket of 
bleach for awhile. When she came back up. I was pretty much 
done in the bathroom so she kept yelling at me and told me 
to get into my room. So I go into my room naked while she's 
yelling at me and asking me, "Why do you do this young man? 
What am I going to do with you? I'm tired of cleaning up 
after you. What will it take for you to stop doing this?" 
So she tells me to get up on my bed and just sit there and 
think about what I had done and that I was too sit there 
until she decided what she was going to do with me, and 
then she stormed out of my room and went downstairs ... 
where from the sound of cupboards banging and the clanging 
of dishes I could tell she was really mad.
	Finally, about 20 minutes later I hear her grab her 
car keys and she shouts upstairs to me that she is going 
out to the store for a few minutes and she will be right 
back and that I had better stay put and just keep thinking 
about what I had done wrong till she got back.
	So I sat there on my bed totally naked for what seemed 
like an eternity wondering what she was going to do to 
punish me. I was well aware of the diaper threats and this 
of course was in the front of my mind. I was definitely 
wondering (maybe hoping?) if she went to the store to buy 
diapers. Maybe 15 or 20 minutes later my mom got home and I 
could hear her putting her keys down in the foyer when she 
came into the house. I then heard her walk into the kitchen 
and I could hear her placing a bag down on the table. Maybe 
another 5 minutes went by while she was doing who-knows-
what. when I heard her grab the bag on the table and start 
walking up the hall towards the steps. A huge lump formed 
in my throat when I realized she was definitely heading 
upstairs and to my bedroom. She came in with the brown 
grocery bag in her hand. Still with a very angry look on 
her face . and she starts yelling at me again and saying 
that she has had enough of it and it 's not going to go on 
any longer.
	"YOUNG MAN I HAVE TRIED GROUNDING YOU, I HAVE TRIED 
TAKING YOUR ALLOWANCE AWAY. AND YOU'VE BEEN SPANKED I DON'T 
KNOW HOW MANY TIMES FOR THE SAME THING. WELL THEN, YOUNG 
MAN, IF THOSE PUNISHMENTS DON'T WORK THEN MAYBE THIS ONE 
WILL" NOW I HAVE WARNED YOU AND WARNED YOU THAT IF THIS 
KEPT UP YOU'D BE IN DIAPERS" NOW IF THAT'S WHAT IT TAKES 
THEN FINE WITH ME, MISTER. NOW LIE DOWN." I started crying 
at this point but I did what she said and I lay back on my 
bed. She then took a box of Pampers out of the bag. I 
couldn't believe it when I saw it but there it was my 
punishment was going to be to have to wear a diaper. My mom 
opens up the box of Pampers and takes one out, she grabs 
one leg and crosses my ankles one over the other then grabs 
me by both ankles and lifts my legs and butt up off the bed 
and with her other hand puts the Pamper under my butt. she 
then takes one ankle in each hand and spreads my legs as 
she lowers them. Mom then took the front of that Pamper in 
both hands and pulled it up between my legs and spread the 
front across my waist and taped up one side first then 
grabbed the other side and pulled it tight before taping 
it...She then told me to get up off my bed and put my PJ's 
on and that I was to go brush my teeth that I was also 
going to bed early as punishment. I remember standing at 
the sink crying my eyes out while brushing my teeth.
I then remember waddling back up the hallway because the 
diaper felt so bulky. I think my mom said something Like 
"Stop waddling. you can walk normally in that. And I said 
something like "BUT IT'S THICK." My mom then tucked me into 
bed and turned out the light and told me I had better not 
take the diaper off. Well I slept in it that night and tore 
it off me first thing in the morning. and went downstairs 
where my mom asked me where the diaper was? I said I had 
just taken it off .She took me by the hand and took me back 
upstairs .I remember that she looked at the diaper I think 
to check to see if it was wet. (sadly it was not.
	To this day I wonder what would have happened next if 
I would have wet that diaper during the night)))) well 
folks that's pretty much it. I was only punished in diapers 
that one time though there was a second occasion a few 
weeks later, but I put up too much of a struggle and my mom 
couldn't get the diaper on me and she finally gave up 
trying and settled on spanking me (again I now regret that 
I didn't let her but at the time I was after all being 
punished so it didn't seem like fun then) So from that one 
time I've ended up a DL but I have no regrets : ^ )

By: Grimmster: Aug, 6th 2000

THE END (that started a new beginning)