Published: November 23rd 2020, 6:12:15 am
I squinted and stared at the professor's backside trying to make out any hint of a diaper.
"You're crazy," said Alan, my best friend who was in the same creative writing 101 class.
"I'm telling you this is him! It's PampTehBeaver!"
I opened my phone to chirper and showed him my feed.
"Dude, keep that shit to yourself. I don't wanna see it." he smacked me in the balls and I doubled over. The professor shot an ice glance at both of us.
"No horseplay in class. Now, as I was saying..."
As I nursed my wound I couldn't help but smile. I couldn't believe it was really him. The things I had seen him do. The things I wanted to do *with* him. I had never been able to indulge my diaper fantasies, I was too nervous about getting caught by my dorm mate. But I couldn't let this go.
I fantasized about coming up behind him in the hall and casually checking his diaper. PampTehBeaver was in diapers 24/7, so I knew he would be. Then I would the bag off the stunned professor's shoulder and take out his spare diaper, before leading him by the hand to the bathroom for a much needed change. I rubbed myself under the desk as the scenario played out in my head. Before I knew it, class was over, and students were streaming out of the classroom.
"Hey, you coming to the Dining Center for lunch?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'll catch up with you I need to talk with professor crinkles for a second."
"Whatever, dude. I'll see you later." he got up with his back pack slung over one shoulder and a skateboard under the other arm and he strode out.
I approached the podium.
"Uh.. p-professor?" That didn't come out as confident as I wanted it to.
"Yes?"
"Uh, I wanted to ask you something..."
"Make it quick or meet me during office hours. I've got another class in 10. You have until I finish packing my stuff.
My eyes immediately darted down to his open bag. I saw a grocery bag in there squished against the laptop - that must have held his spare. My mouth went dry and I just kept staring until he finished packing his bag. I looked up to see him staring at me with a questioning look on his face.
"Are you well? Listen, I have to get going. Make an appointment if you need to talk to me."
I watched as he hurried out of the classroom.
Ten minutes later I was in the Dining Center nursing a nearly empty glass of cola.
"That was a piss poor performance," I muttered.
"Hey, it's okay," said Alan, patting my back. "There's other... fish in... the... chirpersphere... Okay I'm sorry, I'm not good at this."
"I'm going to make an appointment for office hours." I said with determination.
"I don't know if that's a good idea, dude," he said, pulling back his skullcap and scratching his curly blond hair. "Life isn't like the stories."
"You're telling me," I said, thinking about just how intimidating it was to try and call my professor out.
I made an appointment for office hours anyway. I had an hour. I had my professor by the balls. I would practice my lines and make him my diaper bitch. I found myself sporting another hard on as I thought about it. I was waiting in the hall outside his office and it was quiet. I looked around and then began to rub myself through my jeans.
"Oh yeahhhh..." The clock struck 2 and right on cue, I heard a rustle coming up the hallway. It was the unmistakable crinkle of a diaper and it was moving toward me in the form of a slim young man in a fitted blue suit. It was hard to believe he was a professor - he didn't look any older than me. His hair was short, buzzed on the sides with a swoop on top. He had brown leather dress-boots on and a matching leather laptop bag slung over his shoulder. Between his legs was a huge diaper bulge. I couldn't believe that no one else noticed.
"Oh, right on time," He said as he got to the office door. "Hold on just a sec while I get this door unlocked."
I just nodded dumbly and I stared at his big butt as he fiddled with the door. It looked bigger than before. He turned around and I found myself staring at his diaper bulge again.
I followed him in and sat down, feeling a little more confident about my decision.
"So, how can I help you?" he asked, once he had gotten seated behind his desk. He brought out his laptop as he spoke.
"Are you PampTehBeaver?" I blurted out.
"Um..." he looked at me like a deer in the headlights. There was an awkward pause while he was unsure what to say.
"How.. do.. you.." he began.
"I follow you on Chirper. I love your stuff. But if you don't want everyone in class to see it, you're going to have to do what I say." I recited it out loud as fast as I could before I got cold feek.
"Okay..." he said slowly. The thought for a second then he held up a finger. "Hold on a sec."
He went to the office door, locked it, and drew the blind.
"I have a question for you. Do you wear diapers too?"
"I- well, uh..." I blushed. "I'd like to... I'm just... Afraid of getting caught."
"Really? I'm not. Look, I wear all day long and nobody has called me out, well aside from you. Why don't you try it?"
"I don't have any diapers."
"Here, I have one in my bag. I think you already knew that. Here." He patted the desk. "Up on the desk."
My heart was beating hard and my mouth was dry. I had a chance to get padded Pamp himself! I nodded weakly and shakily pulled myself up.
"There you go. Just let Pamp do the rest," he said with a smile.
And I was diapered right there on the professor's desk.
He rubbed my diaper and whispered into my ear.
"There you go little boy. You like your diapers don't you? Feels so good to be put back into pamps. And you want to go into a nice trance and enjoy those diapers don't you?"
I nodded and my breath quickened. He continued to whisper naughty things into my ear as he rubbed. It wasn't long until I felt my orgasm approaching. And then it passed the point of no return. I cried out as the diaper tore the orgasm from my body, barely able to make out what the professor was saying except for one final word.
"Sleep!"
When I came to, I was sitting across from the professor as he finished advising me about the classes I should take for my degree path. Was it all a dream?
It wasn't until I left the office that I realized I was thickly diapered under my pants. I turned around but the door was locked and the shade drawn. I waited a few moments, but there was no answer, so I nervously waddled back to the dorm room hoping no one would notice.
Andrew looked at me with concern when I came in to my room and quickly seated myself at my computer.
"Hey you okay, man? You look like you seen a ghost?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." I said, scootching forward to make sure there was no chance of him seeing the diaper bulge that dominated my lap. We were set up facing each other so he couldn't see my screen and I couldn't see his, but we could see each other.
I logged on to tell my diaper friends online about what happened, but I saw an alert for an important message in my inbox. I clicked over to my email and there was an email from my professor. I read 'Special Assignment'. I gulped and opened the email.