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Indulging Herself - Part 1
🕑 Added 2021-06-20 01:00:01 +0000 UTCIf someone had told Chloe years ago about what she was doing currently doing now, she would have been shocked but thrilled. Chloe had been a junior in high school. She’d been on the cheerleading squad, Vice-President of the student council, and on her way to captain of the speech team. She never really thought of herself as one, but looking back on it she supposed that she was one of the ‘popular kids’. Now if anyone saw her they would be absolutely shocked to discover the person they were looking at was one of the popular girls at their school.
It had started out small, just a keen little interest in something... unusual. Chloe had two younger sisters. One of them was now 15 and the other was 8. Being a good couple years older than her sisters, Chloe remembered what it had been like when the two of them were very little. She remembered all the cute things that they used to wear and do, and how much attention the two of them always received when they were little and cute. The thing she remembered in particular though... the diapers. She didn’t know what it was, she was never able to explain it; but when she was 5 when her first sister had been born and 12 when her youngest sister was, there was something fascinating about the crinkly garments the younger girls wore.
Obviously Chloe had worn them herself when she was much younger, but not that she could really recall before she’d been potty trained. For some reason she found the idea of them just so intriguing and she couldn’t explain it for the life of her. She would watch in awe as her sisters would run around in them or even use them without a care in the world. They seemed so free and so happy. Her jealousy partly stemmed from her parents lack of attention whenever a new kid arrived in their family, but Chloe slowly came to realize that it wasn’t just the attention she was yearning for, it was those forbidden crinkly garments.
As a kid she could never come close to figuring out what about them intrigued her, but she did try to rebel. When her first sister was little Chloe wet the bed repeatedly in an attempt to get herself put in them; but after counseling and repeated doctor’s visits (which scared her.) she stopped doing that. So for a couple years, little Chloe was forced to watch longingly from afar as her two sisters were both in and out of diapers and pull-ups as they slowly got potty trained until they were securely in panties themselves.
Chloe found herself pretty sad as any trace of anything babyish slowly disappeared from the house. The changing table, the crib, the play-pen, and of course the diapers themselves. Even as she made her way through high school though Chloe never truly forgot about her secret interest. All the while as she danced her heart out on the football field all four years of school, that strange intrigue of diapers would return to her mind every once in a while.
One moment that she’d never forget was when during one day at the cafeteria, something unusual had been said. It had been such a small thing, something everyone else involved had surely forgotten about, but it had stuck in Chloe’s mind. They’d all been eating and talking about possibly throwing a big party after the final football game at one of the player’s houses; apparently his parents were going to be away. It wasn’t long before the topic of alcohol was brought up.
“Are you guys sure we should do that?” One of the shyer cheerleaders brought up.
“Oh don’t be such a party pooper Hannah.” Another girl said. “Come on now, we’re all big girls here. Plenty old enough and responsible enough to have a drink or two. What’d you think girls?” She looked around the table, seeing nothing but encouragement from all the other girls, including Chloe. (Despite in her mind being just as nervous about it.) The senior girl smiled at the response. “See? Nothing but big girls here. Won’t find any diapers underneath any of our skirts.” Her words sent a fit of giggles and more jokes running through the table.
Chloe on the other hand, had been stunned. It was such a small thing, such a little comment; a joke. Yet for one reason or another it hit her like a ton of bricks and a wave of almost forgotten desires and emotions swept through her. She did her best to laugh along with her friends, but quickly excused herself. She needed some time to think.
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This story was written by Zander Chesney
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