The next two days passed as if in a dream, a wonderful, wonderful dream. Tanner was barely aware of the passage of time, each day seemed to blend with the next. But, even so, despite the blending of days, Friday couldn't come nearly fast enough.
Professor Lopez made it very clear after their experience in his office that such a thing should not happen again. After all, he had a job to keep, and any inappropriate relations with students was grounds for immediate dismissal, especially for a professor just a couple of years away from tenure.
However, that didn't stop the professor from slipping his boy a note in between the pages of a graded essay, nor from sending him texts on his phone throughout the day.
The note read: "I hope baby's ready for Friday. Write your phone number on this note and bring your paper up to my desk at the end of class."
Tanner did, though he waited for his fellow classmates to leave the room, making it look like it was just taking him a while to gather his belongings.
When Tanner reached Professor Lopez's desk, his face burned with embarrassment and excitement, the teacher spoke in a low, stern, but audible voice, "Lift up your shirt a bit, baby. Let Daddy see your diaper."
His face turning redder, Tanner lifted up his shirt just enough for Daddy to see the top of his diaper peeking over the top of his shorts.
"Good boy. Did you do as you were told?"
Tanner handed Professor Lopez the note with his phone number on it.
"Good job, baby." The professor paused for a moment, enjoying the view. Tanner's diaper pressed against the inside of the boy's shorts. Not enough for others to notice, but just enough for Daddy to notice that his baby was well protected while at school.
Professor took the note with Tanner's phone number and told the boy to "go on to his next class."
Throughout the next couple of days, Lopez would send texts to Tanner's phone, mostly to ask how "baby" is doing, but also to check on the boy's diapers. Whenever Daddy texted his Baby, Tanner was to send a picture revealing the state of his diapers within a few minutes. Thankfully for Tanner, the professor was conscious of the starting and ending times of classes. This gave Baby plenty of time to reach the nearest restroom, run into a stall, and take the desired picture.
One thing the professor had not asked the boy for yet was a "messy diaper" picture, and for that Tanner was also thankful. Sure, he'd done everything one person could do in a diaper before, but the idea of "messing" in his diaper in front of Professor Lopez, or anyone else for that matter, was too much. The adult part of his mind just couldn't get around the shame and embarrassment of shitting his pants in front of another adult.
Once the day's classes were finished, and after all the required texts and pictures were sent, Tanner made his way back to the dorm room he called home while at school. The rumble in his stomach told him that the day was ending right on schedule. He usually had a bowel movement right after classes. This was not because he didn't have to "go" during the school day, but he never felt comfortable pooping in public, regardless if he was in a stall or not.
There was only one problem: What would Daddy want him to do? Since he was supposed to be in diapers all the time, did that include when Baby needed to "go number 2"?
Tanner was unsure. He hadn't needed to poop since the morning of his wetting accident. While he walked he kept thinking over the problem over and over again. He could just change his diaper, sit on the toilet for a bit--until the dirty business was done--and change into a dry diaper afterwards. After all, he was very wet. The diaper under his shorts sloshed as he walked; it swelled, bursting due to the number of times he'd wet throughout the day. Tanner was thankful the diaper was holding up as well as it was. Of course, that was mainly due to the Huggies diaper he'd slipped in there this morning, knowing that the diaper would have to last all day. Even with the Huggies diaper acting as a stuffer, Tanner knew another soaking would result in a leak, and one accident this week was enough.
However, what if Daddy didn't want his baby to use the toilet at all? Would he be mad? Would he punish Baby for disobeying? Tanner just wasn't sure. All of this was new territory for him. He'd never had anyone treat him the way he'd always dreamed of. And now that reality was quickly approaching fantasy, Tanner was more than a bit nervous; he was a bit scared, too.
The boy entered his dormitory apartment and locked the door behind him. Tanner was extremely happy that, as a senior, he was able to snag a one bedroom apartment. Though he did enjoy his former roommates, he was glad of the time was able to spend alone, and he was glad to be able to spend most of his nights sleeping in a diaper, with his beloved Stevie.
Tanner dropped his backpack just inside the front door and immediately ran to his bed to pick up Stevie. The boy held his teddy bear tight and his fear slowly slid away, washed away by the comforting hugs from his best friend.
After he finished getting all his "hugs" from Stevie, Tanner then went rummaging through his trunk to find his next favorite thing: his paci. The moment the light blue pacifier was found, the boy put it straight into his mouth and started sucking. Each movement of his mouth and tongue relaxed his mind and body even further.
Stevie still in his arms, his paci still tightly secured in his mouth, and without even thinking too much about what was happening, Tanner squatted on the floor and squeezed his stomach muscles. Not a lot, but just enough that the boy pooped in his diaper. The mess slid smoothly out of his butt and squished against the seat of his diaper, spreading outward.
The moment Tanner was finished pooping, he simply sat down on the floor, spreading the poop even more throughout his diaper. He then pulled out some toys from his trunk and started playing, not caring at all that he'd just pooped his diaper like a baby, not caring at all that the smell of poop mixed with baby powder was now filling the dorm room.
No, Baby Tanner didn't care about any of that. All he cared about was playing with his Legos and Stevie, and that his pacifier was still lodged inside of his mouth. The rest… well….
Tanner wasn't sure about "the rest." Even though he played and smelled just like a baby, Tanner wasn't okay with the idea of acting like this in front of Professor Lopez. What if the professor thought the boy was taking the whole "baby" thing too far? What if Daddy didn't want a messy baby?
Those questions filled Tanner's heart with worry, and he also worried how he would feel about it all. Pooping in front of a professor, an adult, would be beyond mortifying, even more humiliating than peeing in a pari of jeans. At least jeans will dry, but with poop… There's no hiding poop.
I'll just wait, the boy thought to himself as he built a fort. Just see how Friday goes, and then we'll move on from there. I mean, Daddy's not going to make me into a complete baby overnight… right?
Questions plagued Tanner all night. Even after he changed his diaper, cleaned himself up, and put on a dry diaper for bed. Despite the wonderful day before, and all those wonderful messages, Tanner was still unsure how far he wanted to go.
Indeed, there was so much uncertainty that the next morning and afternoon floated by quickly, too quickly for Tanner's taste. And with each passing hour, each passing minute, the boy's stomach twisted tighter and tighter.
When Professor Lopez sent Tanner his address, the boy had to sit down.
When the boy got into his car, it took a few minutes before he realized he hadn't started it.
When Tanner had reached the professor's house, he continued driving, circling the block a couple of times.
And when he finally summoned the courage to walk up to that front door, Tanner's heart was pounding, and he was very glad to be wearing a diaper as he'd wet it a number of times already.
His finger pressed the doorbell. A series of light, muffled chimes filled the air. Moment after moment passed. And finally, the deadbolt turned, the doorknob rattled, and the door swung slowly open.
Daddy was standing there, towering over Tanner. "Hi, Baby. Come on in. Make yourself at home."
Baby walked into Daddy's house, and the door was shut quietly behind him.
