Breakfast

Breakfast is the most important meal of the day so Megan decided to eat first before she changed. Having a full diaper on, especially in the mornings to her, felt nice and relaxing.

Megan entered the kitchen, grabbed a box of cereal, plastic bowl & spoon, some milk and placed them on the high chair's table that was located in the middle of the room. She then put on a colorful bib and, with a hint of glee, sat down in the chair, the contents of her diaper further spreading around inside. Megan bounced a bit, her poop tickling her crotch as it moved, making her giggle. After her short play, she closed the high chair and proceeded to pour the cereal and milk into her bowl. She then set the box and carton off to the side, leaving just the bowl of cereal and spoon in front of her.

Suddenly, without giving it much thought, Megan picked up her bowl and planted it in her face. Milk and cereal poured out on to her bib, diaper and legs as she ate what didn't escape. When she removed the bowl, her face was all white with milk and cereal as it dripped everywhere. The adult baby could help but giggle at the mess she made. Ever since she moved to this town, her life seemed to be less stressful and more interesting. She could act like an adult when needed, but also turn into a baby whenever she wanted and where ever she wanted. And the best part was, it was encouraged here. Whether someone wanted to act like a little or had a diaper fetish, it didn't matter. Of course diaper wearing wasn't a **** requirement, and there was a slight minority of diaper lovers to adult babies, but as long as no one bothered anyone else or the issue didn't cause everything to slow down, then there shouldn't be a problem.

Megan sat back in her poopy seat, rubbing the front of her diaper. This was the life. She could wear a diaper anywhere and use it without anyone noticing or caring that much. She could also be a slob while eating and, instead of being reprimanded or insulted, everyone here would either join in, laugh or consider that the food was that delicious, which is also how the food critiques here rated restaurants. For this twenty year old, she couldn't even remember what life was like before nor did she think she could ever give it up.

While still reminiscing, she noticed the clock on the wall. It was already 8:15 and her shift started in forty five minutes! Suddenly finding a boost of energy, Megan quickly opened her high chair and removed her soggy bib, setting aside to be cleaned later. She was now standing in nothing but her milk-stained shirt and fully loaded diaper trying to figure out what she needed to do: Try and get changed quickly or make it to work on time...