I was eight, an occasional bed wetter, sleeping over a rubber sheet when I went to live with my aunt. Bed wetting started with the birth of my sister which makes me suspect I was somehow jealous. I didn't know it till later but my aunt had suggested mom put me back into diapers right after the bed wetting started but mom resisted. When I ended up staying with my aunt she brought it up again telling me I would go back into diapers the instant I wet the bed. Of course I woke wet that very next day.
They had a small dairy farm and that morning, while my two girl cousins did chores, my aunt and I went through the attic searching for some of Sandy's things. Sandy, younger than her sister by two years and a year older than me was heavy since birth and my aunt was sure her toddler stuff, at least the diapers, would fit. We found the diapers, cloth, among a lot of girl clothes from that period although fortunately the plastic vinyl pants were white or very light gray - not too unlike Gerber. The diapers were pre-fold and when my aunt found the diaper pins she immediately had me strip from the waist down right there in the attic. The diapers fit as did most of the plastic vinyl pants.
That pretty much locked me into cloth diapers and soft white generously sized baby pants. I remember the attic being extremely warm although it was near winter and laying on an old oval rub not far from the attic door. I lifted myself for the diaper and my aunt pinned me into it roughly (quickly) before having me stand for the baby pants. She had me slip my shoes back on (I'd left my socks on) and fold my jeans to carry down stairs with me. I always had a high threshold for physical pain and mental abuse and remember my aunt getting slightly miffed that I didn't scream my head off.
I remember thinking later that she might have gone easier on me had I cried. As it is and since I didn't react my aunt kept adding more "things" to humiliate me with beginning with a pacifier, then milk in a baby bottle and finally some of Sandy's things that fit. All of this was spread over a dozen weeks at least, perhaps more and in between my aunt's attempts to embarrassment me out of wetting my bed I grew increasingly fond of what she made me wear and do.
Sexual gratification came almost instantly (at least within that same day) when I was first diapered. Something about the way the diaper moved when I was pinned into it. I remember the sensation of soft silkiness between my legs created by the thickness of the diaper pushing the soft vinyl against the inside of my thighs. Not sure exactly the moment I became aware of that but by the time I sat for dinner (still diapered) I was finding ways to move about so the diaper rubbed against me. I had my first climax sitting in front of the TV and it was hands free.
Over time, I played with my cousin Debbie (more of that later) and an older neighbor boy David (more on him later as well) which sealed the sexual nature and fetish formation of diapers and plastic pants. I am a diaper lover but often play in my baby girl or little girl clothes as well. There is a BSDM side to this fostered in part by those first few months under my aunt's rule that was later confirmed with a scattering of playmates and professionals. I've always considered myself fortunate to have dabbled in this life style simply because I believe life would most likely be very boring otherwise.
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