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-=