Date: Thu, 27 Dec 2007 16:14:05 -0800 (PST)
From: Diaper Hump <diaperhump2008@yahoo.com>
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.