Date: Thu, 27 Dec 2007 16:14:05 -0800 (PST) From: Diaper Hump Subject: A Diaper Story Diapers and the Neighborhood Doctor By Diaper hump This story contains real life situations that became my fantasy. Most of this never happened. Like the content describing anything between an adult and minor. I do not condone it. Only fantasize about it, with me as the minor, never the other way around. If you do not condone such actions, stop readying now. I was born as what is called a diaperlover, or a DL. I enjoy wearing diapers, though I never really got into using them, that really makes little difference though. This is the story of my first time. Not the first time in diapers, since I had been into that for all my life leading up to this. No this is the first time someone found out about my fetish, and much to my delight, helped indulge me in it. It was the start of summer, and I was 13. Naturally I went to see what one of my "best" friends was up too that day. I loved spending time at his house. I use the term best in quotation marks becaause there was really only one reason I kept him as a close friend seeing as most days I could not stand him. His family, was what you would call a traditional catholic family. Seem as though the mother was always barefoot and pregnant. Which they could easily afford since the father was a prominent surgeon in town. Being pregnant as often as she was, it seemed that as soon as one was out of diapers, they had another that was in them. The real reason I loved spending time there. The house I swear had the aroma of pampers permanantly in the air. Since there was always diapers in the house, I often was able to sneak one out of the house to take home and masterbate with. However there was also plenty of times I would have to go without for a long time, since no oppurtunity ever came to sneak one out of the house. It had been awhile this particular day. I tried to sneak off and find one to touch throughout the day, but was never able too. So when my friend asked me to spend the night I quickly accepted. I hoped I would be able to find a chance to sneak one into my overnight bag sometime during my stay. I had a chance, but I ended up getting more than that. We did the usual things kids do during an overnight, and eventually were sent to bed. It was sometime early in the morning when I awoke. I had to go to the bathroom, so I slipped out and went. I was overjoyed to find a pamper sitting right in the bathroom counter. So I took it and was going to just go slip it into my bag and wait until I got home the next day. Unfortunately, as I said it had been awhile, so I got a better idea. I took the diaper and snuck downstairs. I went into the living room, took the diaper and layed it out. Pampers of course would not fit me, so I did the best thing I found. I humped the diaper. So after I layed it out, I took my pajama pants down, layed on the diaper and went to work. I was into it, and getting close, when suddenly I heard someone clear their voice. I froze for a moment then leaped of the couch, my hard on sticking straight out. It was the father. Apparently he had been called into surgery a few hours early without anyone knowing. He walked closer, saw me and my hard on, then looked down and saw the diaper I had been humping. He didn't say a word for what seemed like an hour, but of course was seconds. Calmly, he said nothing more than go to bed. So I did, not saying a word, I nearly ran back to my friends room. The next morning, I tried to sleep in, scared of facing the consequences. My friend had other ideas and forced me out of bed. We went downstairs for breakfast, and thankfully found out his dad had been called into another surgery. I quickly ate, and made an excuse of having to get home. I was glad I had, because as I walked out of the house he came pulling in. We locked eyes, and I was sure by his look if I were in trouble or not, so I ran home. It was several days before I even had the nerve to walk by the house, even taking the long way to other friends houses, just to avoid the possibilty of running into him. The day came though that I had no choice. My mother had sent me looking for a cup of sugar. The first two neighbors, not home, the third, was out herself. Then I noticed the car in my friends drive way. It was my friends dad's, but I knew his mother parked in the garage so I hoped my friend would answer like usual. He didn't. The father came to the door, and I sheepishly asked for the sugar. He said sure, come on in. I followed him in, and was so scared I just stared at the floor. As he looked for the sugar, he informed me the family had gone to their lake house for the week, as often happened during the summer. I just half acknowledged him, as he had found the sugar and was pouring it. He set the cup back in front of me, as I was about to grab it he grabbed my hand and asked me to wait one second. He came around the counter and stood face to face with me. Not exactly face to face. Even at 13 I was nearly six feet tall, he towered me at 6'7''. He looked me dead in the eye and said I know what I saw the other night. I looked to the floor, ashamed. All he said was Why? I didn't answer. So he started to lead me with questions. Do I like diapers, DO they excite me, If I had some that fit me would I actually wear them as well? I just shyly nodded my head yes to all of his questions. That is when he told me to come with him. He used a tone like I had never heard before. I knew I should listen and follow him, and not bolt out the door like I had first planned. He lead me upstairs, into a spare bedroom that was rarely used. We had even been told not to play in there and mess is up for future guests. As we walked in I didn't notice anything different, at first. Finally he went and stood by the bed, and picked something up off of it. I looked up finally, knowing I was supposed too. In his had was the biggest diaper I had ever seen. I just stared at it as he held it, almost fondling it. My eyes were glued. He explained he had taken them from the hospital. That there were patients who sometimes were unable to use a bed pan, and went so seldom a catheder was more trouble than helpful. There was 4 of them total, the other three lying neatly on the bed. I just stared, I was too scared to talk anyway. He finally spoke again, telling me they were mine to do what I wanted with. I finally looked at him when he said that, puzzled, but I looked him in the eye. He told me if I run out to come see him, and he might be able to get me more. It was my turn to finally speak, and I was able to squeak out the words, Why? He let out a big sigh, and told me calmly that if he had been in my situation as a young man he hoped an adult would have helped him in the same way if they had found out. I didn't say another word I just slowly approached the bed, scooped up the diapers, looked at him again, and ran from the room. I hid them under my shirt, and ran to my house, hiding them as soon as I got there. I ran out after only a few days. It didn't take long with all of my masterbating, humping, and experimenting with wetting. So I was forced to go ask him for more. It was a little easier this time, since I knew no one was home. We went inside, I told him what I needed and he told me to come back the next day. I did as told, and he had a dozen more. I asked why so many, and he said clearly you need more, I take it you enjoyed them? I told I loved them, he smiled and sent me on my way. This arrangment went on for an entire year, he never asked me anything about the diapers, and while I never comepletely believed his actions were entirely noble, I went along with it. Finally the next summer, I found out the truth, when he finally asked me about my love for diapers..... To be continued (very soon) if the support and interest is shown.