Megans Great Day by Nyuu
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Her heart pounded within her chest like hammer on a fence post. Her mind raced at a hundred miles an hour, pondering why, how, and would she get a way with it. It was water under the bridge, whats done is done. She had to coach herself, talking to herself outloud.
“Its allright, no ones gonna know.” Her car came slowely to a stop, she checked all mirrors. The heighborhood was empty, no one was looking. She opened the door grapped her backpack and trotted to the door. Fumbling with her keys, she dropped them on the cement of her front step twice, she could barely hold still. But, she found the key and made it inside…SLAM!
huff….Wheeze…“I made…it……I made it!” And made it she had! Safe within her own home. Now no one could see her, no one could find her. The privacy of her own walls was so inviting, so relieving. She leaned back against the front door, now her shield against the outside and slid down it, her butt hit the ground with a thud. Still breathing hard she now cradled her backpack, which contained the reason she was so distressed. She unzipped it slowley, her hands shaking now, not due to fright now, just mere anticipation. She opened it up, and grabbed the bag within, pulling carefully, she produced her prize, a large bag of dispozable diapers.
Megan had always had a bizarre interest in childlike things. She always acted a little young for her age, but upon reaching adolecence, she became more mature, yet never giving up an “innerchild” a sort of quasi nature, that she gave into from time to time. She always prefered the innocence and cute-natured look of youth, wearing overalls, shortalls, or otherwise clothing that most would have given up in thier years between Junior High and High School. That, in conjunction with her pink and pastel blue tee shirts instead of designer jeans and shirts that were so “sexy.” She preffered bikini panties to thongs, puffy socks to sleek, and ribbons in her hair to highlights. Even her Hello Kitty Backpack was a clash to her peers’ purses and over-the-shoulder packs. But she was not to be misunderstood. She was an adult, chasing hot guys just like the next eighteen year old senior. She was gorgeous, quite a looker, with a rotund behind and adorable face to boot.
It wasn’t until her adventures in babysitting in late junior high that she became aware of the real urnings of her inner-child though. She babysat Curtis, a few years ago, a little boy who was now entering kindergarden who lived on the otherside of the block. At the time he was just a baby, and she watched him once a week for thirty bucks a pop! Not bad for a wage at all considering the alternatives. But she soon found the crinkling of his diapers just too adorable to not investigate with a more first-person apprach. Unfortunately she never really had an opportunity to try any on. But at the time, she didn’t even know that thats what she really wanted. She was confused, much like she was now. With her step into highschool came new feelings and new opportunities for sexual promiscuity. But that feeling inside her didn’t go away, it was buried, and it festered. Ever so slightly shaping the way Megan talked, walked, clothed, and carried herself. Her inner child only now was being truely satisfied.
She glanced at the clock…3:40pm that was pretty good. She was an only child, and her Mom wouldn’t be home until at least 6:30 and her sometime father after that. That opportunity of time gave rise to some devious thoughts in Megan’s head. She slowely stood up from where she sat, patting and fixing her faded denim skirt as she did. She carried her new found “garments” to her room. There she stared at them and pondered to herself just what the hell she was doing, but that question begged not to be answered only to be satisfied by giving in. She giggled with her adorable smirk as she now knew what she was going to do within the next five minutes.
She removed her Pink t-shirt with a cute cartoon dog on it, and then, with little practiced effort, her lavender bra, laying her breasts bare. She decided to leave the pink ribbon ties in her brown/red hair, they were always very cute in flavor. And she unzipped and slipped her denim skirt to the floor. She stood there infront of her mirror dressed only in pink panties and matching socks. She even mused at the frills at the waist of her underwear like they were made for a six year old, now all she was missing was a lambchop logo.
“Ha.” This thought made her laugh outloud. She then reached down and pulled down her underwear as well, and she turned to admire her cute behind that filled her self-of-steem, and made most guys in her gym class drool. That thought too deserved a childish giggle. But then her attention now was drawn back to the diapers, sitting there on the edge of her bed, completely still, but brimming with possibilities. Megan retrieved some baby poweder her dad kept in the bathroom for foot oder and then undid the thick plastic encasing her new underwear. Her heart raced again as she pulled the first one out. The outer lining was so smooth and pleasurable. She pulled it apart and felt the soft inside that was even more inviting. She lay naked on her queen sized bed, decked in her light pink and blue sheets and slid the first diaper, her first diaper in sixteen years, under her butt. And as her body came to rest on it, she giggled again, this time for a few seconds as her smirk became an all out adorable smile. She twisted the top of the baby powder and applied it liberally to her senstive regions, making sure to rub it in well. The sweet scent wafted up to her nose and she was filled with ecstatic joy. She, now fully powdered, pulled the diaper up. She spread her legs wide so she could tape it well on the lower sides. She pulled it tight and did the first two tabs at her thighs tightly and with care. Now she worked her waist up to her waist which had little white finger prints around her belly button from the powder on her hands. As she did the last tab with as much care and firmness as she had applied the last five, she sat up, the movement causing the diaper to emenate the lovely stereotypical crinkle from behind her. She looked down over her diapered crotch, the smell of powder still so heavy in the room. She sat up on her knees so that she could see herself in the mirror.
The image that she saw made her jaw drop. No longer was she an eighteen year old, but a two year old caught in some wierd dream. Her adorable diaper hung snug on her hips, and her powder covered hands hung at her side. She reached around to fondle the strange bulk on her behind. She prodded her ass, as all the new padding was simply irresistable. Her butt was now even cuter han before! She made her way off the bed and mused again for a couple of minutes with her reflection again. She decided it would probably be best to go with a shirt after all, picking up her discared pink T-shirt she left moments before. Replacing her shirt gave he the look of an honest overgrown toddler, and she really didnt feel much different from that anyway. She waddled in her crinkling diaper to her closet where she had many things from her childhood, not the least of which was a big stuffed bear roughly the size of a three year old. Nearly two feet tall, it at in the corner, now was the perfect time to become reaquainted with it.
She held it in her arms, enjoying its soft embrace. Behind her it was dragged from her bed room to the kitched where she made herself a snack. Pop-tarts and milk was the best he could do. Then it was off the the living room, crinkling all the way, all she could do was smile as her pampers plopped down on the couch. All that was on TV was cartoons, fitting she thought, though they really didnt carry her interest that much. She was really just interested in lying down. She covered up with a blanket draped over the couch and pulled her stuffed bear into her arms. Last but not least, she slowley, hesitantly put her thumb in her mouth, and began to suck, slowely at first, as she drifted into sleep.
She awoke with slowly, the light of the TV gleaming in her eyes. Megan came to and looked at the clock; 5:30 she had fallen asleep on the couch. She then became aware that her thumb was in her mouth. Hmmm. The stuffed animal in her arms was as well made her remember.
“Oh shit.” She remembered that she was wearing nothing more than a shirt and her diapers.
“That could have been really bad.” Megan cursed herself for falling asleep in the living room wearing nothing but her childish atire.
“What if Mom had come home and saw you.” But a sigh of relief was nigh, her mother wasn’t home, and wasnt due to be for another hour or so. Megan got up began to walk upstairs, still enthralled with the lovely crinkling that escaped her diapers. She made her way to her room and again stopped in front of the mirror to admire her reflection. There was something about her appearing so childish and cute that nurtured her insides. She couldnt help but slip her thumb in her mouth and muse at herself.
It was wonderful to escape the stresses of a budding adulthood with the simple pleasures of a child. She threw herself on her bed. Looking at the cieling she wondered who in her life would think differently of her if the could see her now. She immediately answered that with a resounding “everyobdy.” Even she thought differently of herself, now that she had so spontaneously acted on an immature impulse; not that it wasnt worth it. Her best freind, Jessica, would no doubt, while finding her adorable, think differently as well, which would turn into a horrible teasing fest, the embarrasment of which would be more than Megan could bare. The mere thought made her cringe. Her mother would likewise hold her in a different light for quite some time. But while Jessica and her mother would still love her, it was the other people would would know once word got around that would always pose the most threat. She imagined all the boys at school laughing…she would never get a date again. She imagined being dropped from her group of peers so fast she wouldn’t know what happened. All these thoughts made her very nervous, and she almost called it quits but upon realizing the true innocence of the act, especially if no one found out, she was not ready to give up. But now she had acted on it, it was done, and she quickly realized there was nothing for her to do, she was quickly growing bored.
She sat up with ample time left before her parents came home, and nothing to do. Frustrated she thought it best to at least get some homework done. She sat down on her bedroom floor with her books and began to work. Immediately she was reminded of why she hated calculus so much, and chemistry wasnt exactly that much fun either. She quickly grew bored lying in front of her text books, and simply started shifting herself around to hear the crinkling of her diaper. The feeling was all it took to make her happy again. But slowly a new dillema caught up to her, she needed to pee. This wouldn’t have been such a dillema if she hadn’t been wearing a portable bathroom around her waist, and she was so desperately looking for a way to act like a child. Immediately she rose from where she sat, habit of going to the rest room, but immediately thought that the diapers were for so much more than crinkling. Megan’s head was again filled with ideas and thoughts of what people would say if they knew, but no one would, she was alone, all alone.
Megan Didn’t know what to do. There was part of her that had never planned this part, and thought that perhaps that this next action would decide if she had taken it too far or not. But there was another part of her whos simple argument was “baby has to pee pee bad.” She shifted he weight around, trying to get comfortable, only to have the urge to relieve her bladder become more urgent with ever passing minute. It came down to her knowing she couldn’t hold it much longer, she was burying her hand in her padded crotch. But ultimately she decided against it. She made her way to the bathroom.
She flicked on the light, there stood the toilet. She looked at it, and then down at her own diaper. She was determined to act somewhat like an adult and she took another step. She could do this, she was a big girl. She took another step. Now she was faced with herself in the vanity mirror. Her adorable exterior looking back at her. This was more than she could bare. She stuck her thumb in her mouth, and faced the mirror. Spreading her legs a little she told herself that no one would know. Then she relaxed. One thumb in her mouth, the other hand resting on her exposed naval (her shirt was pretty short.) She almost peed when her body subconciously stopped her. She had almost had it but then held back. This made her pain even worse, her sore bladder needed to be let go. She again tried even with a push but still nothing. She closed her eyes, and just filled her head with childish ideas, like sitting in a nursery and peeing her pants. She felt a small trickle escaping her. She opened her eyes to again be greeted by her thumb sucking reflection. She smiled as the trickle became a small streem. She giggled from behind her thumb as her eyes met her crotch and watched as a slight discoleration came over it. The warmth enveloped her nether regions and it was almost ecstatic. As the comfort and relief washed over her she relaxed more, now saturating her diaper. She watched as the material began to bulge out, expanding as it absorbed everything. The warmth now flowed down through her diaper, washing over her thighs and teasing her now very sensual sexual organs. It met her butt and the warmth surrounded her ass with such pleasurable heat. Now a full force steam in her diaper she placed her hand on her diapered crotch, her jaw dropped too as she fell to her knees as if she was having an accident. She sucked greedily on her thumb and saw that she looked exactly like a toddler pissing herself unintentionally. She could feel the warmth of her diaper on her hand. and massaged it gentilly. The flow now slowed to a trickle again as her entire bum, crotch and ever space inbetween was now covered in heat and wetness.
“uh-oh” She said in a baby voice as she crawled on all hands and fours back to her room. When she got there, she laid on the floor legs spread prodding her saturated diaper. It was so engrosing. She couldn’t believe that she just did what she did, But likewise couldn’t believe that she had never tried this before . It was wonderful. She began to massage it sensually getting wuite a rise off of it, when in all too familiar noise broke into her ear. The front door opened.
“Megan, are you here?” The voice of her mother called up the stairs. Megan jumped to her feet. What was she going to do?
Megan was nervous again, and this time for good reason. Her mother was downstairs calling for her, and she was standing there in her room wearing a sodden diaper and no excuses to use. Her heart was pounding.
‘Think Megan, think.’ She thought to herself. ‘You’ve gotten out of stickier messes than this, just concentrate.’ Her mother would make it upstairs if she didnt do something fast. First thing was first, she had to stall.
“Megan?” Her mother called again. Megan poked her head out of her room.
“Im here mom, just a sec, ill be right down.” Ha this bought her some time. Now the next idea was to obviouslay get rid of the diaper. She couldnt take it directly to the trash, her mother stood between her and the door. She would have to hide it somewhere and take it later. It didn’t take a rocket scientist, to know that this was going to stink the longer Megan left it out. But Megan, obviously inexperienced in such matters, didn’ know how long she had, she could surely spare a few hours. Now all she had to do was fins a spot where she could hide it. She looked around her room. Her mother sometimes snooped around so this hiding place was of the highest priority, it had to be good.
“The Closet” She whispered to herself. There were tons of great places to hide things in her closet. She once was able to hold on to a sack of marijuana for her freind Greg, while the police and his family searched out some mess he had gotten into. She managed to keep it secret for a month before she gave it back, and that was her closet. She went into her closet and looked around. Numerous shelves and places to put shoes. There was a perfect place inside a shoe cubby, where she could keep it until her parents went to bed.
She pulled at the tabs of her diaper, and they made a horiffically loud tearing sound. Megan jumped hoping her mother did not hear that, bit shew was in her closet, no one heard it. But just to be careful, she slowly undid the other five tabs, and took her diaper off. The cool air met her groin and sent shivers up her body. The still warm diaper was heavy she noticed as she reluctantly taped it up against itself ans stored it for good keeping. She walked out of her closet and reached down to get her panties and puled them up against herself. They were cute, but not nearly as cute as her diaper. She sighed. Already she missed her babyish undergarment. She looked in the mirror at her now exposed womanly curves, and stuck her lip out like a pouty little girl. It was in her reflection that she saw the package of diapers sitting on her bed.
“Man, gonna have to hide these too.” She likewise found a cuby in her closet that would hide them well.
“Megan! Do you have any plans for tonight?” Her mother called up the stairs. Megan sought after some purple sweat pants in her dresser.
“No mom, im going to do my homework!” She yelled back. As she pulled up her pants, she still could smell the sweet perfume of babypowder on herself, not to mention her skin was still urine soaked, and she needed a bath. She walked out of her bedroom and at the top of the stairs yelled.
“Mom, im going to take a Shower, ill be out for dinner.”
“Wait.” Her mother commanded as she met megan at the bottom of the stair. “What is this?” Her mother produced her huge teddy bear. Megan turned white, she left it downstairs, now her mother wanted to know what was going on.
“Oh thats just my bear, i must have left it out.” Megan said with a very self concious giggle.
“Out? Megan you havent played with this since you were a child.”
“Oh, well, i was watching a movie and the couch was uncomfortable, and i needed something soft to lay on.” Megans stupid lies were getting ehr nowhere, not that ner mother really cared or suspected anything.
“Megan, will you ever grow up?” Her mother asked jokingly and walked off. Buf for megan the question was much more poignient.
“No mom, hopefully not.” She thought to herself.