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)