ThatGuy4400

Chapter 1: Beginnings Megan lay on her bed with her legs spread open, preparing for the night. She reached under her bed and pulled out one of her most secretive positions: the Pamper. They were a size to small for the petite Megan, but that's how she liked it. It made less noice, no one starred at her when she purchased them, and she felt more snug. She lifted her butt and slide the Pamper beneath it. She taped it up and arose from her bed. She starred at herself through the mirror across from her bed. She, in a word, was hot. She could have been a super model, but she wasn't into that kind of thing. She had magnificant breast, long, wavy black hair, and a butt that made the boys mouth drop. She was a stunner. And could easily have any boy she wanted. But all she cared to look at was the diaper. She smiled as she went underneath the covers and turned off her light. Dream time was awaiting her. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Megan had been interested in diapers for as long as she could remember. When she was five, her little sister Samantha was born. The birth of the child (and the subsequent attention from Megan's parents) caused Megan to have accidents. Thus, she was put back in diapers until the age of 7. But after 7, Megan was using the toilet again. The next diaper Megan wore was at the age of 16, when her baby brother Max was born. But the reason for this time was purely sexual. Megan had a diaper fetish, and she knew it. However, Megan's fetish was strictly wearing diapers; Megan hadn't used a diaper since she was 7. She was a rather clean person, and didn't take kindly to having her bodily waste floating around her. However, from the moment she put her brother's diaper on two year's ago, she knew she was hooked. Thus, using money from her job as a grocery store clerk, she bought herself a pack of pampers and one of pull ups. The pull ups would be for school and work, and the diapers would be for home. She wore each three days in a row before disgaurding them in the dumpster behind her job. They were pretty dirty by Day 3, but it certainly saved her money. Megan had been doing this for 2 years without her parents noticing; they were always busy, and pretty much left Megan to do as she pleased most of the time. Megan kept her supplies under her bed in a white Wal-Mart bag; nobody would look down there. She wore diapers 24/7, 7 days a week. She didn't remember how it felt to wear underwear! And no one even knew. Well, except Mrs Westberg. She was Megan's school counsouler and most trusted confidante. Megan talked to her more then her parents. She was 30 years old, kind and sympathetic. She found nothing wrong with Megan's fetish, but strived to learn why Megan had it. But to be honest...even Megan didn't know why.