DannyDoo
Ages: 5

	While some people may be unsure as to what started their 
attraction to wearing diapers or being a big baby, I know when my 
interests were sparked. I was the first of three children and my mother 
was very young when she had me. Wanting to be a good mother and not 
wanting to have two children in diapers at the same time, I was potty 
trained very early. My sister was only one and a half years younger 
than I was.
	One morning I awoke with the need to go poop. Since I always 
asked to go to the bathroom because I was still small, I padded out to 
the door of my parent's bedroom. I asked for permission to go potty. By 
the time my mother heard and groggily gave permission, it was too late. 
I had pooped into my big boy underpants. I can still remember the 
feeling of the poop simply sliding out of me as if I had absolutely no 
control.
	Of course, I knew that I had just done something wrong. I quickly 
went back to my bedroom, took off my messy underwear, and threw them 
under my bed. Later in the morning, my mother came into the room, then 
paused. Thinking back on the time, I know now that she smelled my mess 
and wondered where it came from. With the wisdom that mothers have, she 
did not need to search the room. She immediately knelt and looked under 
my bed. Where else would a two year old boy hide proof of wrongdoing?
	My punishment for messing my underpants was to wear diapers to 
bed that evening. The next thing I remember is just before bedtime and 
my mother trying to diaper me with a cloth diaper on my bed. I was 
kicking and fighting back so she called my father into the room to 
help. He tried to hold my kicking legs, and he was laughing. It was an 
amused laugh, like it's funny to see such a little boy assert some 
willpower.
	Of course, I lost the fight and wore the diapers to bed. That's 
all I remember of the incident. I don't remember if I wore rubber or 
plastic pants. I don't remember if I wet the diapers during the night. 
I don't remember having the diapers taken off me the next day. I do 
remember many incidents later on in life of being fascinated with 
diapers and plastic pants and all things babyish.
	While I've never voiced this to her, I am thankful to my mother 
for using diapers as punishment. That was the ONLY time I was punished 
in this way, but it made a lasting impact. Now I thoroughly enjoy 
wearing and using diapers. My wife loves treating me as a baby. We both 
see how I'm much more gentle, soft, and docile when I'm properly 
diapered.