Date: Tue, 2 Sep 2008 20:56:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Diaper Hump <diaperhump2008@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Diaper Story 2

Diapers and the Neighborhood Doctor 2
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.

For those of you who responded to the first story, thank you. Sorry it took
so long to write more.......

	A year had passed since my arrangement with the my friend's father,
a well respected doctor and a completely devote catholic. Every couple
weeks he would have more diapers waiting for me. Since the end of the
summer we had had to be more discrete his giving them to me. His family
rarely went to the lake house suring the fall and winter months, but we
always found ways. Sometimes even meeting at a local park after dark. It
sort of excited me to sneak around with an adult. Not sexually, though that
was always an undertone, considering what he was giving me was my favorite
form of sexual release. I had never once thought of a man sexually before,
but being young and impressionable I suppose it was bound to happen.
	I still remember the first time I thought of him. It was about 6
months after it we started this. I was wearing my diaper in bed after
school, humping it hard as I was very horny that day. My hard little cock
rubbing the inside, sending me over quickly.  Just before I came though, it
popped in my head. Him, beaneath me, and I was humping him.  I straddled a
pillow, like a woman would straddle a man. I imagined humping against him,
my hands on his chest rubbing my diapered cock hard against him. I came
almost instantly.  I was so hard still after, I humped my diaper twice
more, each time going more slowly, each time thinking of him, and the last
time, even moaning "Doctor". After that day I felt bad about my fantasy so
I tried to ignore it, every so often though it would pop in. I also came so
hard when it did.
	Now though it had been a year. A whole year, I couldn't even
believe it. I was 14 and it was summer once again. I had been done with
school for about a week, when I got the phone call. It was the doctor,
telling me he had more diapers if I wanted to come get them.  I said yes,
that I would be right over. I hung up realizing he had never called to tell
me before, it was always me going to him after I had run out. I didn't give
it much thought, and hurried down. When I got there he invited me in and
told me the family was gone to the lake house for their first week of
summer. I never really knew what to say to him, we seldom said much during
the exchanges. I did manage to get out "Where are they?". He told me
upstairs in the guest room as usual. So upstairs I went, not noticing he
was following behind me, usually I retrieved them myself, alone. I got to
the bedroom, and saw them on the bed. There was a large amount, way more
than usual, I didn't even know how I could hide so many. There was nearly
three dozen, I was very confused. I turned to go downstairs and ask him why
so many, but he was already standing in the doorway. Before I could say
anything he asked me to sit down, I did on the bed as he leaned against a
dresser.
	He started speaking slowly, expressing that our arrangment had been
going on for a year, and he really knew little about what it was he was
encouraging. He told me he got so many diapers for me this time because I
was at a crossroads. I was to tell him all about my diaper fetish, or this
was the end. I could take the larger supply of diapers he was giving me and
leave, or spill it. I didn't want it to end, there would be no way for me
to get diapers on my own, but I was scared. I didn't know what to say, but
I told him I would answer his questions. He adked if that was my way of
saying I wanted this to continue. I nodded as an answer, but he spoke up in
a firm voice. Nodding is not an answer from now on you are you to speak and
answer me. I looked at him and said yes sir. "So then what do want"? he
said. "I want to continue sir". He said good, and began his questions.
	It was a very long Q&A session with the doctor. He asked why I
liked diapers, to that though I had no answer, as I had never known why. He
asked me if it was a sexual like, I told him yes very much, always has
been. He asked my favorite part of diapers.  I told him the smooth crinkly
white plastic was by far my favorite. I even humped the plastic on several
occasions and was quickly coming to like that the most. He asked if anyone
knew, telling him he was the only one. Do I wet them, no sir I have found I
don't enjoy it. He told me he even did some research on people wearing,
asking if I was the type who acted like a baby or just enjoyed wearing
them. I just enjoy wearing them, I don't like the idea of being babied,
except to maybe someday have someone diaper me. He sort of perked up when I
said that. He said, would it matter who, or would you enjoy it no matter
who. I didn't really know, having never done it. He kind of smiled and said
that as I knew he had changed many diapers, having had so many babies pass
through their house.  I kind of laughed, and without even having to be
asked told him that was one of the reasons I loved hanging at their house,
all the diapers around. He asked how so. So I told him how the house always
seemed to smell of pampers and changing supplies. Baby oil, lotion, powder.
That it just smelled good, and was cool to be around so many diapers, even
though they were only baby diapers that I could never fit into. So, he
asked, just being in my home excites you? I was scared to answer, but at
that point I was starting to feel comfortable with the doctor, so I
answered simply, yes.
	He stared at me, a piercing stare, then stood up from the
dresser. He turned slightly revealing that he had been hiding something on
the dresser that I had no noticed.  A bottle of baby oil, wipes, and
powder. I stared at them, and I knew what he planned. Would he really do
it, and would I let him? He told me he wasn't sure if I liked the babyside,
so thought I might like these. When I told him I wasn't into the baby thing
he was going to forget about him, until I told him how much I enjoyed the
smell. Again I just stared, but something else started to happen. I got
excited, and for the first time that day I was again noticing the smell of
the house. I began to grow hard inside my shorts, and still I stared. He
broke my concentration when I heard him say, so do you want to try being
diapered? I was shocked, I didn't say a word, just stared at him I noiced
though he was not staring at my me at least not in the eye. My hard on had
become clear inside my shorts, and he turned leaving the room. I sat on the
bed, not sure what to do. Was he coming back? He did, carrying a vinyl
changing mat, and a rold of duct tape. The tape certainly had me scared. He
walked over to me and the bed, laying out the mat on the bed. Instantly I
could smell the old remnants of powder and oil on the mat. If possible, I
was sure I had just become harder. He layed the duct tape down, easing some
of my tension about it. He asked me to stand, and I did. I was close enough
to him that my hard on brushed his leg once. It sent shivers down my
spine. Without saying a word he reach down undid my shorts and pulled them
down along with my underwear with one motion, and no hesitation on his
part. Putting his hand on my shoulder he guided me to the bed again, and
laying me down on the mat.
	The vinyl was a little cold, I layed staring at the ceiling as I
heard him reach for a diaper and being to unfold it. He told me to lift and
when I did he slid the diaper under me. What I felt though surprised me. He
had layed the diaper's plastic side up. I spoke up saying it was wrong, he
laughed and told me not to worry. He went to the table and began staring at
the changing supplies. He asked which one I wanted, oil lotion or powder. I
weakly said oil. He smiled, saying, that makes sense. He came back over and
openned the bottle, pouring some in his hand. He held it there, waiting for
it to warm up. Finally he let it pour from his hand, carefully covering my
diaper area. Dripping an extra amount onto my hard on and balls. He then
began to slowly rub it in. All around my diaper area his bag manly hand
went, never touching my hard on. Once he was satisfied he closed the diaper
up, revealing the use of duct tape. Clearly he couldn't tape it with the
tapes on the diaper made to close from the outside. He used strips of duct
tape to close the front up. Then he got another diaper, making me lift
again, this diaper going on the proper way over my first. Before closing it
though he sprinkled it with baby powder on the inside.
	He was done, and helped me stand. I had never worn two diapers and
the extra thickness made it hard to close my legs, therefore stand and even
walk. The doctor was truly an expert. The diapers were perfect, even, and
tight. You could even make out the outline of my cock, which was of course
still as hard as ever. He stared, and I couldn't help but to feel his handy
work. I looked at him and he just smirked, and stared as I ran my hands all
over myself. I could feel the oil inside, making the plastic slide slighlty
on my cock. Oh what a feeling that was. I could smell the oil, and the
powder coming from my own diaper. No longer was it the smell on the house,
but of me. Finally though the doctor spoke asking what I do now. I said I
would normally hump my diaper several times, as I had told him. He said,
well there is the bed, go ahead. I went to the bed, placing a pillow
between my legs, and laying on my stomach. This was it, I was diapered in
this house I loved, and going to get to hump my diaper in a bedroom of
it. There was one problem. The doctor wasn't leaving. I looked at him, and
ask if he was going to leave. He asked if I wanted him too. I had to give
it some thought. He had done so much for me, and he had been a focus of
some of my fantasies. Could I really do this in front of him? It did turn
me on to know he was watching, but did he really want to see it? I finally
made up my mind and began to thrust my hips.
	I had been humping for several minutes. The heat caused by the
friction was making the sweet smell of oil and powder fill my nostril even
more. I was humping as the man who had just diapered me for the first time
watched me. A well respected father, my friend's father. I was humping
harder and harder, but was having trouble cumming. I knew I was nervous
with the doctor watching. What was he doing as I humped I wondered. I
finally got the courage to look. I came, nearly instantly, when I looked
back and saw he was rubbing himself through his pants. Knowing I was making
him hard turned me on so much I actually cried out as I came. I layed there
in total ecstasy, slowly coming to my senses. I layed there thinking, now
what? He came over and knelt down next to the bed. He looked at me, and I
returned his stare. He asked how I felt, answering so good. Was it as good
as you hoped, he asked. Yes I replied, though a bit scary. Next time you
won't be so scared he said.  Next time I thought........Yes, I said, Next
time won't be as bad.