I think that most ABDLs love wearing their diapers, but don't much like the associated smells. But me? I love the smell of peed-in clothes, especially wet cloth diapers--either on me (after I've worn and wet them for several hours) or in the diaper pail.
This started for me when I was a kid and lived next door to a girl who wet her pants all the time. Once I went over to her house and she was sitting on her porch in a big puddle of pee. She casually said "I peed with my britches on. It's fun! You should try it!" So I went home and I did try it (and I loved it). I then went back over to her house to tell her about it, but nobody was home. Then I noticed that she'd apparently taken off her wet shorts and panties and left them laying on the porch. After staring at them for a few minutes, I picked them up and buried my face in them and smelled them and the pee smell was wonderful! Over the next few days I kept smelling the pants that I'd wet and loved how the smell changed and seemed to get better over time.
About this same time, I was also beginning to be fascinated with diapers. My younger cousins and friends’ younger siblings wore them and had diaper pails. The nursery at the church had a diaper pail. After the incident with the girl next door, I began to notice and think about diapers and diaper pails even more. When possible, I’d watch as the diapers were changed and see the warm, wet diapers get dropped into the diaper pails. Soon, I had an overwhelming urge to peek inside of one. I wanted to see and smell those diapers!
Soon I had my chance. I was visiting my aunt and uncle, who had two daughters. I was seven at the time. The oldest daughter was about my age, and the younger one was two years old and still in diapers. Their family was always somewhat lazy. I remember going there and the house was a mess. In the bathroom, the tiles were falling off of the walls in the shower and there was a big hole where the knobs and faucet stuck out and none of them seemed to care. Obviously, they didn’t like to get up and “tend” to urgent things. Right next to the tub, there was a big, round, plastic diaper pail, and when I saw it I knew exactly what I was going to do.
After I waited for what seemed like a long time, I casually mentioned that I had to poop and went in the bathroom and locked the door. Then with a stomach full of butterflies and weak knees, I inched my way over to the diaper pail and pulled off the lid.
It was full of thick, yellow, sopping wet cloth diapers! Obviously, they didn’t change her diapers or wash them very often. And the smell was INTENSE. I then understood why they kept it in the bathroom and not the bedroom. What a rush! I felt excitement, happiness, and “warm” all over. My heart was beating and my kid-sized dick was big. I loved it.
While visiting I made several more “short” trips to the bathroom just so I could pop the lid off of her diaper pail and smell that strong, almost "addictive" sweet-ammonia-pee smell of the diapers. I haven’t quit thinking about wet diapers since!
Since then, I've loved that smell. When I'm able I will sit in the chair in my wet diapers with my plastic pants pulled down just so I can enjoy it. I love taking wet diapers out of my diaper pail and smelling them while getting myself off. Sometimes I will pee in my adult-sized training pants, hang them up to dry, put them on, and pee in them again, several times over the course of a few days just to concentrate that wonderful smell! After hours of wearing and "enjoying" my diapers, I'm sure I smell like a diaper pail, but I love it.