What was it about male attention that she craved so much? What was it about male attention that drew her towards it with the force of a magnet to metal? Why was it that she just couldn’t get enough of it?
Maybe she had daddy issues, something still lingering within her from years upon years ago. But she had always had a wonderful relationship with her father. He had never been absent from her life. And he still spoiled her when she went to see him.
So … no. She had no daddy issues.
Maybe it was the whole “I’m insecure and I need validation” thing. But she had never been overly insecure and the insecurities she did have she had found ways to deal with and to conquer on her own … with admittedly varying degrees of success.
Maybe it was a common reason why she craved male attention all the time. Something stemming from jealousy, low self-esteem or loneliness. But she had no reason to be jealous. If someone had something she wanted, she went out and found it for herself as well … case in point: she was with a Daddy now. Her self-esteem was fine, and loneliness was something to correct went felt. It didn’t give her a complex.
But still it felt so good to be in his arms, pressing herself into his body and breathing his scent in deeply. Wearing nothing but the diaper he had put her in gave her that wonderful feel of vulnerability. She felt like she was on some sort of drug that had altered her mind to only seek more and more attentiveness from him.
And she was never without the ability to get as much attention from him as she wanted.
- If she whimpered, he would instinctively find what made her whimper and fix it.
- If she began to pout, he would do things to make her smile again and even laugh uncontrollably.
- If she wet herself, he would have her on her back, changing her diaper and making her feel like a baby – all over again.
But, standing there, in nothing but her diaper, and embracing her Daddy with the biggest little girl hug she could muster, she knew she would never be able to answer why she loved male attention so much.
All she knew was that it felt so good to be the target of all of his attention. There were many things in this world that could catch his eye. But all that mattered to him was his BabyGirl.
She was an addict … of male attention from him, of being put in a diaper and of being kept as his one and only.
Perhaps, just perhaps, there really wasn’t an answer as to why she loved it all to the point of frigid obsession.
And for something that felt this good, no answer would ever be needed anyway. All she needed … was more male attention.
I stumbled across these pictures before they could even be “tumbled” as Tumblr was years away from starting. And I was drawn to Megan’s pictures for several reasons.
For as much as I write about BabyGirls who exist within a pure-n-innocent “little headspace”, my personal preference has always been for a BabyGirl who was more of a diaper lover than an adult baby. 
So these pictures were right up my alley. Megan portrays a BabyGirl with the basic garnishments and she does it so perfectly that I always believed it came to her naturally.
I think it’s wonderful that so many different kinds of ABDL diapers exist, with more designs than can be imagined – some decorating the landing zones for the tapes and some covering the whole diaper … front and back.
A fourth reason would be that the diaper is disposable, giving her that signature crinkling noise that she can only lessen in volume with careful movements but can never eliminate completely.
The charms of these photo sets are plentiful. And while these pictures were most likely taken in a studio of some sort, prepped and posed with good lighting, the photographer (whose name was Gordo, if I’m not mistaken) allowed a few moments that happened between the camera clicks to become a part of the finished product. These are the ones that show Megan’s smile, her laughter, her personality. And seeing these traits gives us the ability to have a small glimpse into who she is.
Okay. Okay. I wasn’t going to, but I guess I’ll use the cliche: A picture is worth a thousand words. For all the viewer knows, Megan could have been a life-long BabyGirl who slept in a crib every night, her bedroom being a wall-to-wall nursery and her lifestyle consisting of a high chair, a car seat, a changing table, bibs, baby bottles, baby food and powder puff diaper changes when they were needed.
A rumor I heard was that she and the photographer (whose name I do believe is Gordo) got married and then eventually divorced, going their separate ways. This was why she stopped doing pictures … or so the rumor mill says.
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