Ganymede: Part 2

Tanner arrived at his dorm room not long after leaving Professor Lopez's class. He was smiling as he walked into the empty room.

Professor Lopez wasn't the only one with a plan; and even though it was well hidden, Tanner plainly saw a quick look of shock on the professor's face when Tanner had bent down to pick up his books. The image of his professor's look of amazement still burned in Tanner's mind, and he was excited to get back to his dorm.

Luckily, Tanner's roommate was away for the week--some family emergency--so he had their entire dorm to himself. Upon locking the front door, Tanner quickly stripped of his shoes, shirt, and shorts, revealing the red and white Superman underoos that had so transfixed the professor.

Tanner's smile widened as he looked down at his underwear, his erection stretching the images of Superman to unflattering proportions. He slide his underwear off and threw them in the hamper. Although he did love his underoos, Tanner preferred another type of underwear.

From beneath his bed, Tanner pulled out a small truck. Protecting its contents from his roommate was a heavy-duty padlock with a series of numbers along the front. He reached for the padlock and rearranged the numbers until they read 2229.

He lifted the lid and revealed a small collection of diapers, a container of baby wipes, and a bottle of baby powder. Also inside his little truck of baby stuff were pacifiers and baby bottles. Needless to say, Tanner loved being a kid. More specifically, he loved being a toddler. At least in his mind. He knew growing down instead of up was not a possibility, but he still held on to his little fantasy. Truth be told, he loved being an adult because it meant freedom, freedom to do whatever he wanted, even if "whatever he wanted" was to be dressed and treated like a toddler.

And then there was also that other aspect of being an adult he just couldn't forget: sex. Tanner loved sex, but he had yet to experience his two favorite things together. Being a toddler was always something he enjoyed alone, and enjoy it he did. His trash has more than once been filled with some very messy diapers.

Tanner pulled out from his "baby" trunk the baby powder, the package of wipes, his pacifier, and a diaper.

He unfolded the diaper and spread it out on the floor. Baby powder fell like snow all along the outstretched diaper, and Tanner couldn't help but take a deep breath. The smell was intoxicating. He lied onto the diaper, savoring the soft thickness of it on his butt cheeks. A little more powder on his crotch and butthole, and Tanner pulled up the front of the diaper and taped it tight.

Looking inside his trunk, Tanner thought about pulling out one of the pacifiers, but decided against sucking on one them while he slept. Instead, he closed the trunk, slid it back into place under the bed and reached even further back under the bed for Stevie, his big and soft teddy bear. Really, his best friend of many years. Yard sale after yard sale, Stevie always stayed. Sometimes hidden in case his family or friends found out about his little secret, but always there. Through everything, Stevie remained.

Clad only in a thick diaper, Tanner jumped into bed, and pulled the covers over himself and Stevie. Almost immediately, Tanner's thumb found its way into the his mouth. His eyes closed; and as he sucked happily on his thumb, a familiar stirring took place in his diaper. The diaper grew tighter and tighter as Tanner's penis hardened. But Tanner didn't think of his penis as a "penis" anymore. No. In his diapered state, when Tanner thought of his hardening cock, he thought of it as his "peepee."

"Baby" Tanner was starting to take over, and a feeling of contentment washed over the boy. He continued to suck on his thumb, smiling as he did so. Only in this state did Tanner ever feel truly happy.

His eyes grew heavier and heavier, until after a few minutes, he fell fast asleep, a wish forming in the back of his mind. He wished with all his heart that in the morning, Daddy would wake him up and treat him just the way Tanner wanted to be treated, as the baby boy he felt he was deep in his heart.

That wish transformed into a dream, and that dream was such a good dream that Baby Tanner made "stickies" in his diaper while he slept. Needless to say, even though Daddy wasn't there in the morning, Baby Tanner still felt good when he woke up the next morning.