My name is Cynthia and this is my origin story. I’ve always been a bit hesitant to share my story, simply because someone one wrote a fictional story that starts off fairly close to my actual experiences. Because of that, I’ve been accused of ‘stealing’ it from that story on multiple occasions. Regardless of that, I wanted to submit it for entry into your contest.
When I was eleven years old, my mom was desperately trying to potty train my three year old brother. She would often get very frustrated with him, because he refused to overcome his fear of toilets. He was so big at that age, she had to buy special diapers for him from the drug store.
The thing my mother didn’t know was that I had been teasing my brother and telling him there were monsters in the toilet that would bite his butt. That went on for months and months before my mom caught me.
She was livid when she realized what I had been doing and immediately took me into the living room and beat my ass with a wooden spatula. As I was bawling my eyes out, she went and got a diaper from my brother’s room and told me to lay down. When I realized she intended to put me in a diaper, I tried to pull away but she just grabbed the spatula again and gave me several more swats until I agreed to lay down.
As she was putting the giant diaper on me, she told me that I was going to be in diapers until my brother was potty trained. I still remember one of the things she said, as it’s something I now fantasize about often.
“I’ll be damned if I’m going to be changing two sets of diapers, so you will be responsible for changing your brother and getting him potty trained. I hope you’re up to the task, because school starts in just over a month and I doubt you want to start a new fashion trend.”
I realized that this, of course, implied that she would be changing my diapers. And if I didn’t get my brother potty trained quickly enough, I would be wearing diapers to school.
It only took me a week to potty train my brother by convincing him that I had killed the monster in the toilet. Apparently he was very much ready to be potty trained and my monster story was the only thing holding him back. His quick training turned out to be both good and bad for me.
On the plus side, I only spent eight humiliating days in diapers and having those disgusting diapers changed by my mother. On the other side, my mom realized just how effective diaper discipline was and decided to use it any time I got into serious trouble. Any time I would do anything wrong, she would just ask me if she should get out the diaper bag and I would immediately be on my best behavior.
Over the next few years I was only diaper punished twice. Once when I was caught smoking behind the school. It was literally the first cigarette I had ever tried and I got caught. Mom was beside herself with anger and put me in diapers for the entirety of my two week suspension from school.
The second time was when I was brought home by the cops for skipping school. We only got caught because my friend shoplifted a bottle of root beer. That time I got my ass beat with the belt and sent to bed. It wasn’t until the next day that she pulled out the diaper bag and I spent another two weeks in diapers. I even had to wear them to school, but luckily I was able to hide them under my clothes without detection.
As I got older, she threatened me with diapers less and less, until it just stopped. Of course, I started hanging out with a better group of friends and rarely got into trouble. And the trouble I did get into was minor and usually just got me grounded for a day or two.
When I went to college, I was so homesick that I began to fantasize that she would show up at my dorm demanding to know why I ran away. She would drag me to the car and take me home. Once we got there, she would pull out the diaper bag and tell me it was time she just kept me in diapers permanently.
Of course, that was a stress fantasy and not a sexual fantasy, but it quickly turned sexual when I found out about the ABDL community. I had no clue that such a thing existed until I saw a TV show talking about it. The internet was rich with information and your site was one of the first I ever found. My desires for diapers quickly shifted from wanting my mom to diaper me and take care of me, to wanting a strong, dominant daddy to take care of me and keep me in diapers.
Now, I’m sneaking up on thirty years old. I’m married to my wonderful ABDL husband. Our jobs and lives don’t lend itself to full time diapers, but we do indulge as often as possible. He is my daddy, but he also wears diapers himself. He would also get upset if I didn’t tell you that he is your biggest fan. We almost went to CAPCON this year, but couldn’t fit it into the schedule. He was so upset when he found out you were there, because he really wants to meet you someday.
Anyway, that is my story. I hope you’re able to post it. My husband says he will try to write one of his own as well, but is afraid his origin story is boring by comparison. LOL
Thank you and take care.