No, no, no! I can't believe it happened. What was I thinking?
Tanner sat there; tears fell onto the carpeted floor where they joined the growing dark patch of urine.
Yes, he had meant to wet himself right there in Professor Lopez's office. Yes, his fantasy-filled head had hoped the professor would fulfill his most desperate desires. But now that he was there in the office, soaked, Professor Lopez looking down at him with a strange expression on his face, Tanner wanted nothing else but to run away from that office and never step foot in Lopez's class again.
However, he froze. Stuck somewhere between fleeing and staying. He wondered if it would be best to dart out of the office or just stay there forever, merging with bookcases, eventually becoming another distant memory for Professor Lopez.
It took a moment or two for Tanner to realize that the professor was speaking to him. The man's voice was muffled, distant, like it was coming from the opposite of a massive theater. Tanner didn't want the voice to reach him. What would it say? He didn't want to know, for Tanner wanted nothing more than to remain separated, alone in his embarrassment. To her Professor Lopez's words was to acknowledge that something dreadfully humiliating had just occurred.
"Tanner? Tanner?" Lopez voice was not hard and cold, but concerned and warm. "Are you all right, Tanner? Can you hear me?"
Tanner nodded. His brain seemed unable to communicate anything more complicated.
"Okay." The professor acknowledged. "Are you all right?"
Tanner shook his head.
"All right. At least we've got some communication going on now." While Professor Lopez's voice sounded kind, Tanner couldn't help but think the professor was making fun him. More tears streamed down the boy's face and onto the floor, and with a huge sniff, Tanner wiped his running nose with the back of his hand.
A Kleenex materialized before Tanner's eyes. He took it and blew his nose. "Thank you," he whispered.
"You're very welcome," said the professor. He paused for a moment, seemingly to think. Tanner had the impression that the professor was choosing his words carefully, very carefully.
"Tanner, I have to ask something."
The boy sniffed.
"Did you do wet your pants on purpose?"
The direct question surprised Tanner so much that he lifted his head and met the professor's eyes for the first time since wetting his pants. He didn't know what to say. Should he tell the man standing before him the truth? Or, should he lie and say it was an accident? The questions tormented Tanner's mind for a moment or two, and the professor seemed to know exactly what the boy was thinking.
"Don't lie to me." Something had shifted in the professor's tone. It had become deeper, more stern.
Immediately, Tanner's penis responded by stiffing in his pants, creating an obvious bulge. Without thinking, the boy tried to hide his growing cock, but Professor Lopez had already seen it's sudden rise to prominence.
Smiling, the man asked the boy again, "Did you pee your pants on purpose, Tanner?" And even though it was a question, there was no mistaking that the professor was only going to accept one answer.
Tanner nodded.
"I thought so," said the professor. "You came to my office and wanted to have an 'accident,' didn't you?"
Tanner nodded, and at the word "accident," his cock stiffened in response.
"What did you expect to happen?"
Tanner shrugged.
"Hmmmm… Now what am I supposed to do with you?" Lopez paused and looked at his desk, or rather looking through his desk since he didn't seem to be actually seeing his desk.
"Stand up." The order was given in kindness, but it was an order nevertheless. Tanner stood. His wet, sticky pants clung to his waist and legs. His hard cock was even more visible than before, tenting his pants.
"Now, go to the door and see if anyone else is out there."
The door had been partially opened since Professor Lopez never closed it while talking with students. The boy turned and pulled open the door a bit more, making sure to block his wet and excited state with the door. He peered out into the hallway and was relieved to see it empty. During his time in the office, it seemed, the school had settled down into a calm quiet.
"No one's out there," said the boy in a quiet voice.
"Okay. Good. Now close the door."
Tanner's heart pounded faster inside his chest. What was Professor Lopez going to do?
He turned and faced the professor, who was now pulling a backpack from beneath his desk. Professor Lopez unzipped the backpack and reached inside. He pulled out a spray bottle, some kind of cleaner and a hand towel.
"Take these and clean up your mess." Tanner did as he was told. He sprayed the small urine stain on the carpet and started to scrub it with the hand towel. Thankfully, the stain on the carpet wasn't too big. Most of his urine had soaked into his pants before dripping onto the floor.
When Tanner felt the stain sufficiently clean, he stood and turned toward the professor's desk. Eyes still downcast, he said, "I think I got it all."
Tanner's words seemed to have brought Professor Lopez out of some deep thinking. "You think?"
Tanner nodded and, with what felt like a supreme effort, lifted his eyes to the professor. "I got it all."
"Hmmm, I guess we'll have to wait until it dries, won't we?" Lopez paused and looked at something hidden beneath his desk. Tanner had the impression that the professor was trying to make a decision of some sort.
"Tanner, did anyone see you coming into my office today?"
"Not that I know of, sir. I'm sure some noticed, but no one I know personally." Tanner's voice was still quiet, barely louder than a whisper.
"Okay." The professor paused again. He then closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and spoke with great authority. "Lay down on the floor, on your back."
Without even taking a moment to think, Tanner set the carpet cleaner and hand towel aside and laid down on the floor. His heart was racing, pulsing maddeningly in his chest. Hope blossomed in his heart. Maybe this day wasn't going to be so embarrassing after all, he thought. But he didn't want to be too distracted by hope. This could still turn out really bad.
Professor Lopez had reached under his desk and pulled out another back pack. It looked very old, torn, not to mention a couple of holes here and there. He set the bag on top of the desk and walked around so that he toward over the boy lying on the floor.
"Does the name 'BabyT' mean anything to you, Tanner?"
Oh my God! He knows! Tanner thought. His heart beat faster.
"It's okay. You can tell me the truth." There was something in the professor's voice that calmed Tanner, a deep resonance that soothed away his fear. And in that moment Tanner knew he could trust this man.
He nodded.
"I thought so," said Professor Lopez, and he smiled. "Well then, this next part should be pretty easy for us both."
Tanner, feeling more and more excited, and without even really thinking, gave the professor his biggest smile yet.
Professor Lopez smiled in response. "I can't have you walking out of this office with wet pants. That would be very embarrassing, wouldn't it?"
Tanner nodded. The way the professor was looking at him was making his hand twitch. He badly wanted to do something, but he was unsure of the professor's reaction. So, Tanner willed his hand to stay where it was and waited to follow Professor Lopez's lead.
"I need you to answer me with either 'Yes, sir' or 'No, sir.' Understand?" The man's tone shifted. It was once again stern.
"Yes, sir." Tanner replied.
"Good boy."
Those two words shot beneath Tanner's skin and warmed the blood in his veins. A broad smile spread across his face, and his wet pants became even tighter. His cock pushed up against his pants.
Professor Lopez noticed and smiled.
"If you're going to be having accidents, Tanner, then you should be wearing protection. Obviously, you aren't big enough for big boy underwear."
Tanner's face reddened, and his heart raced faster.
"Lucky for you, I always have an extra pair of pants in the office… Just in case." The professor pulled out the pants as he said this. His hand reached back into the back and waited. "And I've also got something for little boys who try to be big boys."
Out of the back pack, Professor Lopez pulled out something white, large, and crinkly. Tanner immediately recognized the thick diaper in the professor's hand.
"This is what you want, isn't it? You came here today to get changed into a diaper like a baby, didn't you?"
"Yes, sir."
"You're not Tanner at all. You're BabyT. Right?"
"Yes, sir."
"You want to be changed."
"Yes, sir."
"Okay, then. Stay still like a good baby."
Tanner smiled, his face flushed, and once again his hand twitched. "Yes, sir."
The professor gave the boy a warm smile and set the diaper on the floor. He reached back into the back pack and pulled out baby wipes and a bottle of baby powder. These he set within reach on top of the desk.
The man reached for the boy's pants and unbuttoned them. Professor Lopez glanced at Tanner, a questioning look in his eyes. He probably wanted to be extra sure that this is exactly what Tanner
wants. The boy gazed back at the professor and gave him a big smile.
Gently pulling and wiggling, Lopez pulled off Tanner's soaked pants to reveal his underoos.
"Just what I expected. But you're too little, even for these, aren't' you?"
"Yes, sir." Tanner's face turned a deeper red. His hand made an involuntary movement up to his face, but it stopped at his chest, unsure.
Without saying anything, knowing exactly what his baby boy wanted, Professor Lopez grabbed Tanner's hand and placed it near his mouth. "It's okay, baby. Suck your thumb like a good boy while Daddy changes your diaper."
Tanner's thumb slipped into his mouth, and his entire body relaxed, allowing his new Daddy to take care of everything.
Daddy slipped his fingers into the waistband of Tanner's underwear and pulled them off. Released from the tight underwear, the boy's hard cock bounced a little against his stomach. "Baby likes this, doesn't he? You can just nod. Keep sucking on that thumb."
Tanner nodded. Suck, suck, suck.
Daddy then pulled out some baby wipes and started to clean Tanner's wet body, playing special attention to his hard cock, stroking it, up and down, up and down. Tanner moaned and writhed on the floor. The excitement of the last few minutes had driven him close to the edge.
"I bet that feels good, but babies use their diapers for everything." Daddy pulled his hand away from the boy's cock, leaving Tanner to wiggle on the floor, and grabbed the baby powder. Sprinkling a large amount of baby powder all over the the boy's diaper area, Tanner watched as a cloud of powder flew up into the air, releasing that wonderful smell he loves so much.
"Okay, I think baby's ready for his diaper, isn't he?"
Tanner nodded vigorously, savoring the pulsing of his cock, each pulse sent child down his legs and up his abdomen.
"That's right. Because baby's need protection. They shouldn't go without, ever."
Daddy unfolded the diaper and said, "Lift up, baby."
Tanner lifted his butt, and Daddy slid the diaper underneath. "Okay, down."
Tanner placed his butt down on the thick diaper, its softness feeling wonderful on his skin, sending shivers all over his body.
Daddy then pulled up the diaper and taped it tight to the boy's body. The thick diaper hugged Tanner's waist in a thick, lovely cloud.
"Uh oh! Baby's protection isn't going to work unless his excitement settles down." Daddy placed a hand on Tanner's hard cock and started rubbing, slow at first, then faster and faster, speaking the whole time.
"That feels good, doesn't baby? I bet you feel safe and secure in your diaper, don't you?"
Tanner moaned, his body so close to exploding all ready, and his teeth bared down on his thumb.
"It's okay, baby. You can use your diaper. Wet your diaper. Come for Daddy."
Biting down on his thumb so as not to cry out, Tanner's orgasm exploded throughout his entree body, each pulse of cock sending waves to every limb.
Professor Lopez waited until Tanner's body stopped convulsing and then spoke, "I bet that felt good, baby. But now you've got to go back to your dorm. First, your spare pants." Lopez helped Tanner into the slightly larger pair of pants and stood up to put on his shoes. The diaper was so thick it was hard to close his legs all the way, but thanks to the larger pants, Tanner didn't think it would be obvious to anyone else.
"Here's what I want you to do. I want you to continue going to your classes, but I expect you to be diapered from now. This is what you want after all, right?"
Still sucking his thumb, Tanner nodded.
"I thought so. As soon as you get home I want to get an email from you, telling me when you can come over to my place this Friday night. Understand?"
Tanner nodded, curious of what the professor had planned.
"I expect an email as soon as you get to your dorm. Got it?"
Tanner nodded again.
"Good boy. Now take your thumb out of your mouth and go back to your dorm. I'll take care of the wet clothes."
The boy, looking a bit sad, moved toward the door but stopped, turned, and stretched up to give Lopez a kiss on his cheek.
Leaving the professor a bit stunned, the boy then opened the door to the office and stepped out into the hallway, happier than he'd felt in a long time. Indeed, as he made his way back to his dorm, Tanner found it increasingly difficult to not put his thumb right back into his mouth.
