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- Diaper Lover
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I guess i have an half membership 
It wasn't a sibling or even familymember but from a son of a befriended couple.
I was around 9 years old at the time, and we were at a party of said couple.
After a while i was kinda bored to play with Lego so i went to the room of the child.
He was around 3 but wasn't at the party, i guess he was at his grandparents.
So i looked around to find something to play with, but then when i saw the changing table i immediately got strucked by lightning.
I scanned the whole table and saw a pack of Pampers, my stommach was now full of butterflies.
At this time my mother recently had thrown all my old Pampers in the trash and i missed them.
Thats why i needed to check out the diapers, so i tiptoed back to the door to close it silently.
Then i rushed to the changing table and inspected the Pampers package.
It was turquoise and not blue or red as my version was.
I think it was size 5 Junior, see Pictures as attachment.
The Pampers smelled heavenly and i snucked one from the pack.
I looked at the changing table and could now see the plastic changing pad on top
I had to touch it and it was silky smooth and soo soft and crinkly.
My biggest whish was to get changed on this pad, but of course that would not happen.
So i hid the Pampers under my shirt and moved out of the room in the hallway to my bag with my Lego.
I placed the diaper under my stuff so nobody could see it and brought it successfully home with me.
Every night i would inspect the Pampers and lay on it without taping it, but after a couple of days i decided not only to wear it proberly but also to use it.
I could barely tape it together but somehow i managed to fit, i felt a rush of happiness and giggled to myself.
It was a strange feeling, a little bit of shame, guilt, naughtyness, adventure but even lust and desire mixed in.
Now i tried to use it, but that was easier said than done and i could not go Number 1 in a diaper.
After many attempts i thought maybe i could make Number 2 work, which felt even naughtier.
And after some struggle and effort i managed to produce a little result.
I giggled even more about it and after i proceeded my diaper play for a while i felt kinda gross.
So i untaped the diaper and hid it between my bed and the wall and walked to the toilet to clean me.
A couple of days later i was at my grandparents after school and at the evening my mother picked me up.
At the ride home she asked me: "Do you know what i found behind your bed?"
I got an heart- and panickattack at the same time.
Of course i tried to play dumb and stuttert something like: "N-no?"
Which she was not buying at all, especially after the other diaper related incidents and punishments which happened to this point.
"Then tell me why there is a soiled Pampers behind your bed?" She asked me straight to the face.
"I-I don' know..." I tried to lie, but my tears were already building up.
"Don't lie to me!!" I heared her now angry with me for lying.
"Where did you get the diaper? Did you stole it?" She asked strictly.
I cried and confessed my stealing at the party.
She was realy not happy about it and told me that i own them an apology, which let me to cry even harder.
But luckily she let this idea slide because it was to shameful for the whole family.
She asked me if i used it or if i stole a used one, i told her quickly it wasn't a used one and was disgusted by the idea of wearing a used one.
But this answer was even more humiliating, because i admitted now that i had soiled the diaper.
As i realised this, i was red as a beet.
But my honest answer opened up the discussion somehow, and it was a little bit more relaxed and not a lecture anymore.
So i stoped crying and she asked me with a soft tone: "Do you want to wear diapers again? Should i buy you some?"
At the time i didn't know if this was a trick question or not, so i vaguely told her: "I don't know..."
"Then tell me whenever you know... But don't ever steal anything again! Did you hear me?!"
She opened a door but also closed the Topic as i agreed with her.
Weeks later i had a talk with her and kinda asked for diapers, but that is a story for another Topic
It wasn't a sibling or even familymember but from a son of a befriended couple.
I was around 9 years old at the time, and we were at a party of said couple.
After a while i was kinda bored to play with Lego so i went to the room of the child.
He was around 3 but wasn't at the party, i guess he was at his grandparents.
So i looked around to find something to play with, but then when i saw the changing table i immediately got strucked by lightning.
I scanned the whole table and saw a pack of Pampers, my stommach was now full of butterflies.
At this time my mother recently had thrown all my old Pampers in the trash and i missed them.
Thats why i needed to check out the diapers, so i tiptoed back to the door to close it silently.
Then i rushed to the changing table and inspected the Pampers package.
It was turquoise and not blue or red as my version was.
I think it was size 5 Junior, see Pictures as attachment.
The Pampers smelled heavenly and i snucked one from the pack.
I looked at the changing table and could now see the plastic changing pad on top
I had to touch it and it was silky smooth and soo soft and crinkly.
My biggest whish was to get changed on this pad, but of course that would not happen.
So i hid the Pampers under my shirt and moved out of the room in the hallway to my bag with my Lego.
I placed the diaper under my stuff so nobody could see it and brought it successfully home with me.
Every night i would inspect the Pampers and lay on it without taping it, but after a couple of days i decided not only to wear it proberly but also to use it.
I could barely tape it together but somehow i managed to fit, i felt a rush of happiness and giggled to myself.
It was a strange feeling, a little bit of shame, guilt, naughtyness, adventure but even lust and desire mixed in.
Now i tried to use it, but that was easier said than done and i could not go Number 1 in a diaper.
After many attempts i thought maybe i could make Number 2 work, which felt even naughtier.
And after some struggle and effort i managed to produce a little result.
I giggled even more about it and after i proceeded my diaper play for a while i felt kinda gross.
So i untaped the diaper and hid it between my bed and the wall and walked to the toilet to clean me.
A couple of days later i was at my grandparents after school and at the evening my mother picked me up.
At the ride home she asked me: "Do you know what i found behind your bed?"
I got an heart- and panickattack at the same time.
Of course i tried to play dumb and stuttert something like: "N-no?"
Which she was not buying at all, especially after the other diaper related incidents and punishments which happened to this point.
"Then tell me why there is a soiled Pampers behind your bed?" She asked me straight to the face.
"I-I don' know..." I tried to lie, but my tears were already building up.
"Don't lie to me!!" I heared her now angry with me for lying.
"Where did you get the diaper? Did you stole it?" She asked strictly.
I cried and confessed my stealing at the party.
She was realy not happy about it and told me that i own them an apology, which let me to cry even harder.
But luckily she let this idea slide because it was to shameful for the whole family.
She asked me if i used it or if i stole a used one, i told her quickly it wasn't a used one and was disgusted by the idea of wearing a used one.
But this answer was even more humiliating, because i admitted now that i had soiled the diaper.
As i realised this, i was red as a beet.
But my honest answer opened up the discussion somehow, and it was a little bit more relaxed and not a lecture anymore.
So i stoped crying and she asked me with a soft tone: "Do you want to wear diapers again? Should i buy you some?"
At the time i didn't know if this was a trick question or not, so i vaguely told her: "I don't know..."
"Then tell me whenever you know... But don't ever steal anything again! Did you hear me?!"
She opened a door but also closed the Topic as i agreed with her.
Weeks later i had a talk with her and kinda asked for diapers, but that is a story for another Topic
)...there's nothing that says she did the same thing as her own kid. Where'd you deduce that? 
