Ganymede: Part 11

Hello everyone! 

It's been such a long, long time since I posted a new chapter to my Ganymede story. I was hoping to find time during the past few months when I wasn't working or doing homework. By the way, starting a doctoral program in the middle of writing a story like this is not the best of things to do, but I hope you all will be forgiving and enjoy the latest chapter.

Know that I haven't forgotten about the story, nor have I forgotten that some of you have been (anxiously) awaiting the next installment. I won't let this story just drop off into the nothingness that absorbs so many creative endeavors. I like this story too much to let that happen. I WILL FINISH. Promise. Pinky swear. Or whatever other contract you all are willing to accept.

As a reminder, since it has been such a long time, you may want to revisit some of the previous chapters. I know I had to. 

Anyway, I've held you all in suspense long enough. Enjoy and forgive the wait. 

As always, thanks for reading.
Eric

11

Tanner awoke to softness. All around him, everything hugged and comforted him, from the fluffy blanket laying across his body to the teddy bear wrapped in his arms and the thick and wet diaper hugging his hips. He'd never slept so well in all his life.

He hugged his teddy tighter and shifted in his crib. His crib. He loved the sound of that.

Morning light bathed the entire room, filling it with a weak, soft glow. Tanner sat up on his knees and looked around, and his mind recalled the events of the previous night. Daddy had been so kind, so loving. It was everything he'd ever hoped for. It was everything he'd always feared he'd never have.

Tanner stretched and sat back down. He'd wait for Daddy to come and check on him. After all, that's what babies do, right? But how long should he wait? His stomach gave a hungry rumble in answer, and the room suddenly seemed too big, too wide, too terrifying, like looking upon an un-crossable desert. Even with all the things that had made him so happy, Tanner felt alone and scared.

The emptiness of the room pressed against him, and hugging his teddy even tighter was no longer enough. From somewhere deep inside his soul, fear, overwhelming fear, grabbed the boy's heart and squeezed. No words—those wonderful avenues of expression he was so adept at wielding—came to his mouth.

In the absence of words, tears emerged from his eyes, spilling out onto his cheeks and splashing onto the teddy bear's synthetic fur. From deep within his heart, a whimper broke the silence, then a cry burst out.

Tanner's hands covered his mouth as sobs racked his body. Where was this coming from? He hadn't cried like this in years, and waking up alone didn't seem like a good enough reason for the tears streaming down his face, yet the tears flowed, splashing onto the teddy bear clutched to his chest.

Voices.

He could hear muffled voices drifting through the open door. The sobs stopped as Tanner held his breath, and a different kind of fear emerged, the fear of being discovered like this, nothing but a big baby in a nursery, diapered and crying.

The voices were quiet, but Tanner could detect some kind of tension in the sounds, like the speakers were on the verge of exploding. Tanner could recognize the deep bass of his new Daddy, but the other person remained a mystery, yet there he could feel that the second voice was familiar in some way. However, he just couldn’t put his finger on it.

Apparently, the conversation didn’t last long, for just a few minutes after the conversation started, Tanner heard the front door open and then close. He breathed freely again. Daddy was sure to come up the stairs and check on his little baby now.

But Daddy didn’t come up the stairs right away. What was taking him so long? What was more important than seeing that his little boy was doing okay after waking up in a strange place? And just like that, as the fear of discovery waned, Tanner felt the oppressive fear of being alone in a big and scary world.

The thud, thud, thud of heavy footfalls broke through Tanner’s fear. Daddy was finally coming up the stairs.

Tanner wiped away his tears, using both his the backs of his hands and his teddy, and smiled, wiggling a bit in the crib, excited for Daddy.

Out of the shadows that filled the doorframe, Daddy walked into the nursery holding a baby bottle full of milk. Tanner noticed that his face seemed a little strained, but when their eyes met Daddy’s face relaxed and broke into a wide grin. Inside of that room, Daddy and Baby were the world to each other. Nothing else existed.

“Someone’s already awake, I see. And here I was hoping to find a sleeping baby,” Daddy said as he approached the crib.

“I was scared, Daddy.” Tanner burst out in his new baby voice, and while he was a little scared with how easily he slipped into baby-mode, Tanner couldn’t help but enjoy it.

“You were?” Daddy said with concern. “I’m sorry, baby. Here, let’s get you out of that crib, so Daddy can give you your ba-ba.”

Tanner smiled wide as Daddy unlocked and lowered the side of the crib. With those surprisingly strong arms, Daddy picked up his baby and carried him over to the rocking chair. As Daddy sat the boy on his lap, getting his baby into the perfect bottle-feeding position, Tanner’s diaper crinkled loudly. The sound sent waves of excitement through the boy’s body.

“Is someone ready for his breakfast?” Daddy asked, teasing Tanner’s lips with the nipple.

Tanner opened his mouth and tried to catch the nipple, but Daddy pulled it away. As the nipple came closer, Tanner lunged and missed again, giggling and reveling in Daddy’s play. They played cat-and-mouse with the nipple for a couple of minutes before Daddy plunged the bottle into his baby’s mouth, finally giving his baby what he had worked so hard for.

The cool milk filled the nipple and then his mouth as Tanner suckled. Eyes closed, the baby relaxed into a steady rhythm, slowly taking in every drop of milk. Though, truth be told, and Tanner himself didn’t even notice, some of the milk dribbled out of the sides of his mouth. Daddy was prepared for this, however. He took a small towel and wiped up milk without disturbing his baby’s peaceful state.

“Baby must’ve been hungry. Look at him suck on his ba-ba. Such a good baby you are.”

Encouraged, Tanner smiled, dribbling a bit more milk, but he didn’t care. Daddy was pleased, and that’s all the encouragement Tanner would need.

In fact, Daddy seemed to be enjoying feeding his little baby. He shifted in the rocking chair, and something stiff pushed against Tanner’s diapered bottom, which was strange considering how thickly padded the boy was and that his diaper was soaked.

“Mmmm… Baby likes sucking on his bottle, doesn’t he?” Daddy asked while he pushed his hips up, lifting the baby in his lap slightly.

Tanner nodded and continued sucking, but he didn’t see the greedy look that had appeared in his Daddy’s eyes. The sight of his baby sucking on that bottle seemed to have triggered something in Daddy, something he’d held back up until that point.

“Well, I can think of another ba-ba baby would like.”

Tanner opened his eyes as Daddy pulled the unfinished bottle away. “Would baby like to really please Daddy?”

“How Daddy?” Tanner asked before shoving his thumb into his mouth.

“Seems like baby always needs something in his mouth. Well, Daddy has some special milk he thinks baby would like.” Daddy lifted his hips again, and the stiffness Tanner had felt before pushed against his diaper. “Baby wants to make Daddy happy, right? Jus as happy as Daddy makes Baby?”

Tanner nodded, but he was a little scared. He knew what Daddy wanted, but Tanner had never really liked giving blowjobs. In the past, they had always activated his very sensitive gag reflex. Nevertheless, he was willing to try it for Daddy. Anything to make Daddy happy, after all.

“Good, baby.” Daddy guided Tanner to the floor and started unbuttoning his pants.

Apprehension grew as Tanner saw the dark band of Daddy’s blue briefs. The cloth was stretched in its attempt to contain the monster within, and small wet circle had blossomed on the front of his briefs. Daddy was larger than the boy expected, yet Tanner promised himself that he’d try to please Daddy as much as he could. Surprisingly, his mouth slickened with saliva at the thought of Daddy’s “ba-ba” filling his mouth.

Daddy pushed down his underwear and pants to the floor and beckoned his baby closer. On his knees, Tanner waddled closer, Daddy’s pulsing peepee mere inches from his face.

“That’s a good baby. Now suck on Daddy’s ba-ba, baby. Be a good boy and make Daddy happy.”

Tanner grabbed Daddy’s hard peepee. His hands felt smaller and smaller the longer he gripped the massive peepee. He could smell Daddy’s scent, musky, but not too musky, just a whiff to remind Tanner that the man in the chair was really a man. And with that thought, Tanner took his Daddy into his mouth, the thick peepee filling his mouth. In his mind, Tanner imagined the peepee to be a bottle full of milk, just like the one he’d been sucking on earlier.

Just get all of the milk, Tanner thought. Drink it all down.

“Oh, yeah, that’s it, baby. Suck on Daddy’s ba-ba.” Daddy’s hands rubbed the back of his baby’s head; twisting fingers ruffled the boy’s hair. Moans escaped from his lips and his hips moved up and down, bucking into Tanner’s face, pushing Daddy’s ba-ba deeper and deeper into Baby’s mouth.

At first, Tanner found it hard to imagine the thick peepee filling his mouth as a bottle full of milk, but the more he heard Daddy moan, the more he knew that Daddy was happy, the easier it became. Soon, this was just another bottle full of milk, Daddy’s special milk, and so he sucked faster and faster, desperately seeking the special milk.

“Yes, Baby, oh yes. Suck it for Daddy. Suck it.” Daddy said over and over again, only differing when words didn’t seem to work. At those points he just moaned louder and louder.

Tanner started moaning, too. The vibrations sent Daddy into fits of pleasure; his legs spread further apart, and Tanner reached up with his little hands and started gently playing with Daddy’s balls. Daddy’s hands griped the arms of the rocking chair hard.

Meanwhile, Tanner’s own little peepee had grown stiff, pushing and rubbing against the wet diaper as he pleased his daddy.

“Good baby. Such a good diaper baby you are. I’m getting close, Baby. So close. Drink up Daddy’s milk, Baby.”

Tanner noticed a change in rhythm, Daddy’s peepee pulsed harder, so Baby sucked faster and faster, wanting that special milk.

And then he got it.

With a mighty groan, Daddy’s milk sprayed the back of his throat, filling Baby’s mouth, and Tanner drank it all up, just like Daddy wanted.

A second later, as he started swallowing Daddy’s tasty milk, Tanner’s diaper filled with more wetness, his orgasm shaking his entire body.

“Get it all, Baby. That’s a good boy. Daddy’s little boy.” Daddy’s breathing slowed, but his heart continued to pump furiously. “Looks like Baby enjoyed that. Didn’t you, Baby?”

Having slurped up the last drops of milk, Tanner released his Daddy’s peepee, nodded, and gave his daddy a devilish grin.

Daddy laughed. “I knew you’d like that, Baby.” He took a couple of deep breaths. “Now, let’s get Baby out of that soaked and sticky diaper.”

In quick and fluid movements, Daddy pulled up his pants, lifted his baby up, and carried the boy over to the changing table.

Tanner giggled as Daddy handed his baby the teddy bear that had fallen on the floor, and he continued to smile as Daddy changed his diaper, for he could think of nothing in the world that could ruin this happiness, their happiness. Daddy and Baby together.

Ganymede: Part 10

10

The diner was a 1950's style diner built in the 1990's, complete with greasy foods and greasy surfaces. Among the scattered diners, in one of the many booths, sat a tall, slender woman with dark hair and even darker eyes. A cup of sugared coffee sat on the table, which was all she'd have from that place. The dark haired woman's only source of pleasure came from the cup's warmth. However, soon she'd have everything she'd ever wanted. All she had to do now was set the plan in motion, plant the seeds, as it were. And the first seed was walking through the front doors of the diner right then. Time to play, she thought.

Shorter than average and sporting red hair and blue eyes, the pale young man spotted the dark haired woman and walked over her table. His eyes were cast down, and his hands stuffed inside of his pants' pockets. He doesn't want to be noticed, the woman thought. He's trying to hide, which was already a good indicator that he'd fit into her plan nicely. She'd always liked submissive men. 

The young man quickly slid into the booth, barely lifting his eyes from the table. The dark haired woman waited until the waitress had taken the young man's order, brought his drink, and walked away before speaking. 

"Not even going to say 'Hi', Daniel?" 

"What do you want?" The words spat out of his mouth, filled with anger.

"Oh, somebody's angry. I wonder why." The woman smiled. "Here I am, prepared to offer you a bone, and already I'm not appreciating the tone. A good dog doesn't bite the hand that feeds it, Daniel."

"I'm not your dog," Daniel said in an angry whisper. 

"Yes you are. I give an order. You do it. I give you a treat. Sounds like a dog to me. A dog that doesn't learn how to follow commands is beaten, Daniel. While I can't physically harm you, I can do so much more, so before you let that anger of yours boil over remember that I've got your nuts in my hand. And if you don't do what I say, I'll rip them off." 

The woman's voice never rose above a whisper, but Daniel recoiled as if she'd screamed. 

"That's better." Beating a man into submission had always been pleasurable for her, and even there in the diner, unbeknownst to everyone around her, the warm space between her thighs grew moist. 

"What do you want me to do?" Daniel said to the table. 

"Nothing you haven't done before."

Daniel looked up, finally looking the woman in the eye. "Who?"

"The boy's name is Tanner. He's another student at the university. A bit older than your usual conquests, but mentally he's about the right age, I think."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You'll find out soon enough. Either way, I want you to seduce Tanner and do what you do best. See, I told you there's a treat in it for you."

"What's in it for you?"

"I have my reasons." 

Silence fell as the waitress brought Daniel's breakfast to the table. 

"Can I count on you?"

"What if I say no? I've tried to leave all of that behind me. I'm trying to start a new life."

"How adorable, Daniel. But you and I both know how difficult that can be for someone like you. How many times have you tried to start anew?" She let the question hang in the air, not really looking for an answer. "The truth is this: You will never change, Daniel. Truthfully, the best thing for everyone is to lock you up in a padded cell, far away from temptation. But that's a waste. People like you can be very useful with the proper guidance. However, with one report, I can send you into that kind of hell. So what's your answer?"

Anger burned in those blue eyes, but Daniel was trapped with only one way to stay free. "You can count on me, Dr. Lopez."

"Good boy. Now eat your eggs." Dr. Lopez left Daniel to eat his breakfast alone. She had another meeting to attend that morning, another seed to plant. 

***

One of the good things about college towns is that everything is within a few minutes driving distance: restaurants, bars, bookstores, gas stations, and even the homes of professors. Dr. Lopez had driven from the diner straight to Professor Lopez's house, what had been their house a few years ago. 

Dr. Lopez parked right in front of the house this time. There was no need for hiding any more. Now was the time to act. And so, she walked up to the front door and pressed the doorbell.

From the other side of the door, Dr. Lopez could hear footsteps. They reached the door, stopped, and waited. But she knew her ex-husband would let her in. He knew the kind of tantrum she could, and would throw, if needed. He was just waiting to gather up the courage to face his ex-wife again. 

The bolt slammed, the door opened, and Dr. Lopez smiled. Professor Lopez didn't return the smile, just motioned for her to come in. 

"Always a warm welcome. Thank you, professor." Dr. Lopez said as she walked into the house.

Professor Lopez motioned her into the living room where she sat on the couch they had bought when they'd first moved into the house, and Professor Lopez sat in a chair across from her, as far away as he could get without being completely rude. 

"What do you want?" 

Dr. Lopez laughed. "Can't I drop by without an ulterior motive?"

"I don't know. Can you?"

"Touché." He knew her so well. That's why she worked so hard to keep him.

Her ex-husband waited in silence. "Okay. I came by to see how last night went."

Professor Lopez looked suspicious. "Last night?"

"Don't play stupid with me. I know you better than that. The boy, professor. How did it go with your new baby boy?"

"None of your business."

"You look so cute when you're trying to be forceful. It'd almost be enduring if I had never seen you beneath my whip before."

Professor Lopez stirred uncomfortably in his chair. 

"A place I hope to never be again."

"You big tease. You hope to lash me with your big whip?" She glanced toward the professor's crotch. 

"You wouldn't know what do beneath someone else's control." Professor Lopez said.

"And you wouldn't know what to do if someone wasn't smacking that hot ass of yours, dear husband, and calling you a little slut."

"No games. We're not married anymore, and what I do with my free time is none of your business anymore."

"Oh, but you're wrong there, dear husband. It's my business when students come to me with complaints."

"Do you get off on ruling the lives of others?"

"Something like that. I don't' recall you complaining too much."

"I always had a gag in my mouth."

"Yes, I remember." Dr. Lopez closed her eyes and smiled, savoring the memory. Her hand reached between her thighs. She opened her eyes. "Fun times."

"Not for me."

"Careful, dear husband. You're lies are showing." Her eyes fell to the growing bulge in the professor's crotch. "Does that little boy really do as much for you as I did?"

"More."

"We'll see. But first, I have a question for you. What's going to happen when everyone finds out about your little affair?"

"Not much. Since I have tenure, I'll probably get a slap on the wrist, and Tanner will have to be moved into another class."

"So sad for one of your most promising students. Did he recite Shakespearean verse last night? Or was he too busy sucking on a pacifier… or more?"

"Again, none of your business." Her husband was getting angrier, but he's hardening dick revealed some excitement, too.

"Don't play games with me, dear husband. You're out of your depth."

"You think so, dear wife?"

"Yes. I've more experience."

"Fucking people over. Yes, I know."

"All I want is what's best for you… and the boy. What do you think is going to happen? You think he's going to be satisfied with you? Don't you think he'd be better off with someone his own age?"

"That's for him to decide, don't you think?"

"You know kids as well as I do. They don't know shit. At least, not enough to make good decisions."

"Leave him alone."

"Or what?" Dr. Lopez laughed. "You'll teach me a lesson." She spread her legs. "Go on. Teach me my lesson, Daddy." Her voice dripped with condescension. "I remember you liked it here between my thighs."

"So does everyone else."

"You knew what you were getting into. As you said, I like fucking people over." She paused. "But you… I hold a special place in my heart for you, dear husband. You were always my favorite."

"What a shame."

"Indeed."

A prickly silence fell between them. "You're right, dear husband. I was a bitch. And now I want what I lost. That boy upstairs can never give you what I can."

"That's your problem, dear wife. You always thought I wanted nothing more than the warm hole between your legs, but that boy has already given me something more."

For the first time, Dr. Lopez looked furious, but she calmed herself before speaking. Angry words are foolish words, after all. "Very well. Just know that I came here to warn you. He'll leave you. That baby will grow up and realize an old fucker like you can't give him what he really wants."

Professor Lopez didn't rise to the bait of old fucker. He knew she was trying to wind him up. "And what's that?"

"Youth."

"We'll see. I never hold people against their will. He can come and go as he pleases. As a psychologist, you have a really hard time letting go."

"At least I'm not harboring borderline pedophilic desires because of a childhood gone wrong. Denial is far more damaging than a refusal to let go."

"Good luck proving that theory. Are we finished?" Professor Lopez stood, giving his ex-wife no choice in the matter.

She stood. "No. We're not finished, but I'll go. Wouldn't want to wake the baby. Isn't it time for his feeding? Which mouth are you going fill, Daddy?"

"Goodbye, Rhea." Professor Lopez said, motioning her out of the front door.

"Remember my warning, Miguel. Babies eventually grow up."

Ganymede: Part 9

I do hope this chapter is enough to forgive the long lapses between chapters. Either way, I hope you enjoy this latest installment of "Ganymede."

Thanks for reading!

9

Daddy carried Tanner upstairs, and even when he reached the top of the stairs, Daddy wasn't tired, wasn't breathing heavy. Daddy's breathing was even and hypnotic, relaxing Tanner as he continued to suck on his bottle. Tanner rested his head on Daddy's shoulder, taking in the clean, masculine smell. 

The boy was in heaven, feeling that nothing more could complete the picture of Daddy and Baby.

Through closed eyes, Tanner saw the faintest glimmer of light. Opening his eyes slightly, the boy saw a door ahead; a thin line of light peered through the bottom gap. Curious, Tanner opened his eyes completely and wondered what lay beyond that door. He knew he was going to find out soon because Daddy was carrying him straight to that door. 

"Can you guess what's behind the door, Baby?"

Tanner lifted his head, bottle still firmly placed in his mouth, and shook his head. Truthfully, he did have a shrewd suspicion. With everything that had happened so far, how could he not guess what was behind that door? But he wanted to feel the excitement of being surprised, so he gazed at the approaching door, the excitement building with each of Daddy's heavy steps. 

Daddy stopped at the door, repositioning Baby on his hips. "Well, behind this door is something special I only show baby boys. Are you a baby boy?"

The bottle popped out of Tanner's mouth as he said, "Yes, Daddy. I'm a baby boy."

Daddy raised an eyebrow, "Doesn't sound like it to me. Babies can't talk after all. You sound like a big boy, even though you're drinking from a bottle and wearing a soaking wet diaper."

Tanner blushed deep red. For a moment, he didn't know how far he wanted to take this. For a moment, he hesitated. Is this something he really wants to try? Can he give up his freedom and adult sensibilities? He had always dreamed of doing just that, of being cared for like a little baby, but these dreams were just that: fantasies. How long could he really keep this up?

Daddy seemed to sense his boy's hesitation. "How about this? If at any point you feel like this is too much, you can simply say, 'Daddy, I'm done,' and we'll stop playing, okay?"

The boy's heart lightened, the weight of deciding lifted off his shoulders, and he once again relaxed. Daddy sure did know just what to say. Tanner nodded and babbled, "Goo goo, ga ga, dada."

The smile that spread across Daddy's face was the widest, warmest Tanner had yet seen on the man, and seeing his daddy so happy made Tanner want to babble more baby nonsense, just to keep his Daddy happy. 

As Baby Tanner babbled away, Daddy turned the doorknob and pushed, opening the door wide so his baby boy could see everything.

And everything he did see, all at once. The effect was blinding. At first, Baby Tanner saw only light. Slowly, his eyes adjusted and beheld a dream made real. 

He saw a room filled with pastel colors and soft textures. It was as if someone had delved into Baby Tanner's most secret fantasies and pulled them out into the real world. The largest object in the room was an adult-sized crib, dark wood, filled with stuffed animals and soft-looking baby blankets. Above the crib hung a mobile, twisting and twisting, singing a soft nursery rhyme. To the left was a huge changing table with drawers. To the right of the crib was a shelf, as tall as Tanner, filled with diapers. And next to the shelf was a rocking chair large enough to hold both Daddy and Baby. The room was filled with everything a baby needs, and the baby resting on Daddy's hips was speechless. Even baby babble was beyond him at that point.

"How do you like your room, Baby?" Daddy asked with his smooth, deep voice.

Baby Tanner babbled happily and popped his bottle back into his mouth. 

"That's what I thought you'd say," Daddy said with a grin. "Now, let's get you into a clean and dry diaper."

Daddy laid his big baby down on the changing table. It was the perfect size. In fact, the table made Baby Tanner feel small, like he were somehow shrinking. And indeed, as Daddy started to change his diaper, cooing at his little baby boy, Baby Tanner felt smaller and smaller. His arms and legs wiggled carelessly as Daddy removed the wet diaper and started to clean baby up with wipes. The smell of the wipes, that wonderful baby scent, seemed to shrink Baby Tanner down even smaller. And when Daddy brought out the baby powder, Tanner forgot even his own name. He simply thought of himself as "Baby."

Baby didn't even feel ashamed when his penis grew hard. All he knew was that everything, from the soft diaper being placed beneath his buttocks, to the sounds of the mobile in the distant crib, to the sound of Daddy calling Baby his "cute little baby boy," everything felt good. Everything sent tingles through his skin. 

"Has Baby made poopie today?" Daddy cooed.

Lost in an overwhelming sea of sensation, Baby hardly understood. And when he did, he just shook his head and babbled, "Goo goo, dada."

"Someone's a little excited," Daddy said as he looked down at Baby's hard penis. "Looks like Baby's enjoying this, isn't he?"

Baby giggled and wiggled his legs excitedly. 

"Yeah, Daddy's going to make sure this is a night you never forget." And with that Daddy started stroking Baby's dick, up and down, up and down. Baby babbled more, "Goo goo, ga ga, dada." Daddy's firm hand continued to stroke Baby's peepee, slowly, building the excitement, building the sensation stroke by stroke.

"I know that feels good, Baby. And now that you're Daddy's baby boy, only Daddy can touch your peepee, okay? If Baby touches it, he's going to get a spanking. Understood?"

Baby babbled and nodded, not caring exactly what he was agreeing to, only caring that the feeling should continue. Baby moved his hips in time with Daddy's hand. Daddy's other hand reached up and started caressing the area below Baby's peepee, that in-between space just above his hole. Moaning, Baby spread his legs wider, granting Daddy easier access. Slowly, without causing any pain, Daddy slipped a finger into Baby's hole. 

Baby's breathing quickened; his babbling came out faster. The excitement was building. All throughout his body, Baby felt electricity surging. 

Another finger slid into Baby's hole, and the boy's body quivered. He was getting so close.

And that's when Daddy pulled away, releasing Baby's penis, removing his fingers from Baby's hole.

Surprisingly, Baby felt like crying. Something wonderful had been stolen from him. Tears, unbidden, welled up in his eyes.

"It's okay, Baby. Daddy just doesn't want you to make a mess. That's what Baby's diapers are for." Daddy smiled and stroked Baby's head. "Here, suck on this while Daddy finishes. It won't take long, I promise." And Daddy placed a pacifier in Baby's mouth. Suddenly, at least as sudden as the tears had sprung, Baby felt better. 

Sucking on the pacifier soothed the quick swing in emotions. The boy hadn't felt like that in years. He'd always been proud of how controlled he was. Apparently, this whole night had released something in him, and he wasn't entirely sure how he felt about it. 

Daddy quickly taped up Baby's diaper. The thickness around his waist was comforting. However, his peepee pressed against the diaper, pushing it out, almost obscenely.

Daddy picked his baby up off of the changing table and carried him over to the large rocking chair. 

"Bounce on Daddy's knee, Baby. That should make you feel better." With that, Daddy sat Baby on his left knee and hugged him. Daddy then placed a hand on Baby's padded bottom and encouraged Baby to rock back and forth on his leg. Baby did. 

In no time, the excitement returned. Baby closed his eyes and sucked hard on his pacifier.

However, something rumbled deep in Baby's stomach. The boy tensed. He didn't want this. He didn't want to poop his diapers in front of Daddy. That would be too much, too fast.

Daddy pulled Baby closer and whispered, "It's okay, Baby. Daddy's here. Daddy's got you." 

Baby felt Daddy's hand stroking his back, encouraging him to rock back and forth, encouraging Baby to just let it all go. Baby closed his eyes and relaxed. Everything was fine. Daddy was there, and there was no need to feel ashamed. Babies pooped and peed their diapers all the time. Nothing wrong with that. Daddy would take care of everything. 

Baby rocked faster. His stomach gurgled, threatening to release at any moment. Through the pacifier, Baby babbled continuously, mumbling "Goo goo, ga ga" repeatedly. Faster and faster he rocked, building the tension in his peepee.

"Good baby! That's it. Just let it come. Make poopies and stickies for Daddy. Make Daddy proud."

With those words, Baby couldn't hold back anymore. The back of his diaper filled, spreading all around. As the feeling of the smelly mess spread through the diaper, as the smell hit his nostrils, a potent mixure of baby powder and poop, Baby sprayed sticky come all over the front of his diaper.

He collapsed into Daddy's arms, feeling more like a big baby than ever before. Baby Tanner couldn't have been happier.

"Good baby!" Daddy said. "Doesn't that feel better?" He hugged his baby tight and then lifted Baby and carried him once more to the changing table. 

Baby giggled and pointed as he was lifted. He caught a nice view of Daddy's crotch. A small wet spot had appeared there. "Dada pee pee," Baby said.

Daddy laughed, "No, Baby. Dada didn't go pee pee. He made a sticky mess of his own."

Baby smiled. He had made Daddy happy after all.

As Daddy laid him down to change his diaper, yet again, Baby thought that nothing in the world could ruin such a happy feeling. He wanted this to last forever. 

* * *

A few houses away, a car sat idling, and its occupant had an excellent view of the Professor's house. The woman inside the car light another cigarette and inhaled the relaxing smoke. It didn't help. Nothing would, really.

She stared daggers at the second story window. The light had been on all night. This woman knew what was in that room. She knew what was happening, and none of it made her happy. 

Earlier in the night, she'd seen the boy drive by a couple of times. She had watched as he finally parked and waited. And she had watched as the boy had walked up to the house. She watched as Lopez let the boy into the house. For the first hour or so, she hoped the boy was nothing more than a fling, a student looking for a higher grade. A quick fuck, a thank you, and a goodbye.

Her mood had changed for the worse when that light had come on. Lopez only turned on that light when he'd met another boy like the last one. A freak. 

Like the last few times, she waited to see if the boy stayed or went home. After a few hours, the light in the second floor window went out, and there was no sign of the boy leaving.

She turned the keys in the ignition and drove away, a plan already forming in her head.

Ganymede: Part 8

After what seems like forever, I have finally finished Part 8 of "Ganymede." My apologies for taking so long. I understand how frustrating it can be to wait; "a half-finished book is like a half-finished love affair." Believe me, I had not intention of making everyone wait so long, but life and my own head got in the way.

As always, thanks for reading, and thanks for your patience. And without further delay, I give you all the next installment of "Ganymede."

8

The boy looked so adorable Professor Lopez almost attacked him the moment he entered his house.  But he decided an all-out assault on the poor boy wouldn't be the best way to go. Call it "intuition," or maybe even "Daddy's caring sensibility"; either way, the professor knew it would be best to take his time with Tanner. Easing him into being a baby would be best.

Despite this, Lopez knew it would be very difficult indeed to restrain himself when Tanner passed him entering the house. A slight whiff of baby powder and urine tickled the professor's nose, nearly driving him insane with anticipation. Yes, tonight was going to be a good night.

Lopez's heart pounded. "Welcome, Tanner, to my home. Please make yourself comfortable." The boy smiled, a strained smile, the kind of smile that comes when terror and elation fight for expression. Tanner's discomfort excited the Professor's cock; it stirred to break freak of his clothing, but the Professor wanted to wait, stretch out the fun as much as possible. 

"Please, sit down," Lopez pointed to the sofa in the living room, "and I'll get you something to drink."

Tanner sat down on the sofa, it's soft cloth felt warm and welcoming, like everything else in Professor Lopez's house. From the moment he walked across the threshold, his nerves lessened with each passing moment. But his heart continued to pound against his chest. He was sure the professor could hear it trying to escape. 

To quiet the beating of his heart, Tanner started to look around the living room. The decor was dominated by darker, warmer colors; and the walls seemed to be made of nothing but books. Tanner didn't see a television, but he figured there had to be one somewhere, probably hidden away in an armoire or something. Who doesn't have a television?

On the coffee table directly in front of the sofa sat a rather curious small statue of an eagle in flight, its eyes intent on its prey.

Tanner smiled at the statute, thinking of the story the professor had had them read in class. At that moment, while Tanner was feeling more and more relaxed, the professor walked back into the room holding two drinks, one for himself and another… well, the second one was obviously for Tanner.

Lopez came back into the living room holding a scotch on the rocks for himself and vodka and orange juice for Tanner, except his drink was in a sippy cup covered in pictures of teddy bears and

baby toys, just what a baby like Tanner needs.

The boy smiled and blushed when Lopez handed him the sippy cup. "Just for you, baby." Tanner's face reddened more. He took the cup and started sucking on it with an almost greedy expression. Lopez beamed. "Let's talk for a moment while you enjoy your drink."

Tanner leaned back on the couch and sipped while the professor spoke. "We didn't talk much the last time we were alone together, did we?"

Tanner shook his head; the sippy cup popped out of his mouth, "No, we didn't."

"Yes, in our rush to satisfy our base desires," the professor paused and smiled, "we failed to discuss anything. Other than a desire to be babied and a penchant for literary analysis, I know very little about you, Tanner. Tell me a little about yourself, including, of course, how you became involved in this whole ABDL mess." A fatherly smile spread across the professor's lips, and his arm rested on the back of the couch, inches above Tanner's head.

"Well, I grew up in a small town, an oil town to be exact. Funny…"

"What?"

"Family always complained when they came to visit us that the town stank. And I always thought they were crazy, having never smelled any kind of stink associated with the town myself. But after my first semester away, I came home and smelt it for the first time. The stink of oil. I guess I had become used to its presence over the years. 

"The rest of the town is like that, too. The people, the whole culture of the town. In the middle of it all it's hard to notice anything weird or off, but it's there. Now, every time I go back home, it's hard not to notice the little things that make me uncomfortable. You know, the way people act, the way they seem to stare at you, like they're white blood cells on the lookout for a foreign body."

Tanner paused there for a moment, thinking.

"There's always a period of adjustment when circumstances change."

"But I don't feel like I've changed."

"You may feel that way, but you have changed. Regardless of how much you may have tried to avoid it, moving away from home changes a person. Some change for the worse, others for the better. Either way, change is inevitable as we grow older." The professor paused and surveyed Tanner with those piercing eyes. "But that doesn't change the fact that you have evaded my query. You've given a little, but nothing truly intimate. If we're going to travel down this road, Tanner, I expect honesty. Understand?"

Tanner blushed a little. "I am being honest. I was just… just…"

"Stalling is the word, I think." The professor winked.

"Yeah, maybe. I just hadn't gotten very far." The boy sipped from his cup for a minute before continuing. "My early childhood was filled with anxiety."

"Anxiety?"

"Yes. I don't have a very good memory, but I do remember impressions, remnants of feelings. As a child, potty training was not exactly a wonderful experience. In fact, once I had been potty trained, I was in constant fear of having an accident. Anxiety built up within me, a tension in the pit of my stomach, in the back of my mind." Tanner paused.

"I kept looking to the younger kids, the ones in diapers, and I kept wishing to be back there again. Back in diapers again so that I wouldn't have to worry about accidents. Ever since then I wanted to wear diapers again. The desire never left."

"And what about when you were a little bit older?"

Tanner blushed again and took a long drink from his sippy cup. 

Professor Lopez moved his hand closer to Tanner's hair, close enough to twirl his fingers among the boy's thick dark brown hair.

The boy closed his eyes; his body tensed at the touch, then relaxed as his entire body fell into weightlessness.

"As I grew older, that feeling of comfort and safety I'd associated with diapers changed."

With a slight grin, the professor asked, "How so?"

"Well," Tanner paused. He was finding it harder and harder to think clearly with Professor Lopez's fingers winding their way through his hair, but he didn't want those fingers to stop. "Well, those feelings morphed. They changed as my own sexual desires started to mature. As I started fantasying about sex, those earlier fantasies about being back in diapers sort of got mixed in, too. And now it's all a confusing and wonderful jumble of desires: comfort, sexuality, safety, arousal, being without care, all wrapped up in the bundle of joy sitting next to you."

"And I'm certainly enjoying it. Here, I've got something else for you." The professor reached toward the nearest end table, fumbled with an out of sight door, and pulled out an adorable, brown teddy bear. "I'll give this to you if you lay down on the couch, across my lap."

Tanner blushed; his heart beat faster; and he gave the professor a huge smile.

Professor Lopez held out a hand, stopping Tanner from leaping onto him. "But first, it's really hard to see how wet you are through those jeans. Plus, I'm sure they're a bit uncomfortable. Why don't you take them off?"

An even deeper shade of red spread across Tanner's face. This is exactly where he was hoping this evening would go, but that didn't stop a small part of his mind from hesitating out of fear. Not fear of Professor Lopez, but the kind of fear that swells whenever you are about to get what you want. 

Tanner set his sippy cup on the coffee table and leaned back on the couch. Fighting to control his shaking fingers, he unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down to the floor and kicked off his shoes, which he'd forgotten about in his excitement.

Heart racing, Tanner looked down at his very exposed wet diaper. This was only the second time he had ever been this exposed in front of someone else. The first occurred just a few days ago, so the whole experience was still new and raw.

"Good boy!" Professor Lopez said as he ruffled Tanner's hair. "Now that you're more comfortable, come and lay down."

The boy followed the professor's direction and laid down on his back across Professor Lopez's lap. "See, isn't that better?"

Tanner nodded and reached out for his new teddy bear. Soft, cuddly, and warm, the bear fell into the boy's arms.

"I've got something else for you, Tanner. I don't think you're old enough now to be using a sippy cup. A bottle is much more appropriate. Don't you think?"

And out of nowhere, a bottle full of orange juice appeared in the professor's hand. Unsure of where the bottle came from, and not really caring anyway, Tanner smiled and hugged his new teddy bear tighter. 

The professor placed the nipple to Tanner's lips. The boys mouth opened slightly, and he started to suck on the nipple, slowly taking in the sweet juice. The more he drank, the more relaxed he became. The more he drank, the more he saw the man holding that bottle as Daddy and not Professor Lopez.

"I guess it's time for me to give you a little bit of information about myself. What do you think?"

Tanner nodded slowly, and his eyes closed as though he were getting ready for "story time."

Daddy smiled and started to speak, using that deep, reassuring voice to great effect, "I didn't start down this path until much later in life. You were lucky, in a way, because you knew what you wanted early on. I didn't know. However, there was something missing. I believe the feeling started soon after I left high school and had started college. See, I feared being gay, but there was something else I feared as well; I was just too scared to think about it too much, too scared to name it even.

"And so, I did what any self-hating gay man does: I married a woman. She was lovely, beautiful, intelligent, everything I thought I'd need to cure me of this disease. We were fine for a while, a couple of years, but the truth started descending, a natural force, like gravity, which neither of us could resist. And I did something I regret. I cheated on my wife. I would stay at work later and later, sleeping with any boy who had shown the slightest bit of interest.

"Thankfully, I was never caught on campus. That could have destroyed my career, but I was caught at home one evening when my wife was supposed to be out with friends. Some part of me thinks I wanted her to catch us." He passed. "Well, you can guess what happened. She was furious, and we divorced. It was a terrible time in my life, but it was the best thing for both of us. Now, we're no longer feeling the pressures of living up to an ideal to which we could never reach.

"As for the "Daddy/Baby" stuff… I was with one boy, years ago, who loved to role-play, and he--a bit shyly--asked me to play Daddy for him. It was one of the best experiences of my life up to that point. We started gradually, beginning without any sort of props, but he soon started bringing more and more to our meetings. Eventually, I was diapering him and feeding him bottles.

"He eventually found someone else, someone more free. And I have been searching for a baby boy ever since. That is, until I found another little cutie." He looked down on the boy in his lap and smiled. Tanner smiled back, the bottle still in his mouth. "See, that other thing of which I was afraid was this feeling of wanting to be a 'Daddy' to a boy. I was afraid of what that might mean, but once I experienced being a Daddy for the first time, that fear vanished. It was a wonderful moment when all of my fears revealed themselves to be nothing but weightless shadows: insubstantial and baseless."

They sat there in near silence for a few moments. The only sounds were Tanner's sucking on the bottle and the orange juice sloshing around in the bottle.

After the last drops of orange juice disappeared into Tanner's mouth, Daddy pulled the bottle away, set it on the end table. He reached to the boy's diaper and squeezed. "Hmm, I think someone wet while he was drinking his bottle."

The boy's face reddened, but a smile appeared, too. He wiggled on Daddy's lap, clearly enjoying both Daddy's touch and Daddy acknowledging the state of his diaper. 

"I believe baby needs his diaper changed." Daddy gave the diaper another squeeze and could feel the boy hardening beneath the squishy padding.

In a swift movement, and a surprising show of strength, Daddy picked up his baby and settled the boy on his hip. "Come let's go into the other room," Daddy said with a wicked smile, "I have yet another surprise for you."

Michael and the Witch-Doctor's Solution

Michael was not a very nice boy, not even during those "sweet" years between 5 and 10. In fact, of all their children, Michael's parents wanted Michael out of the house as soon as he turned 18.

Even his friends didn't REALLY like him. They hung out with him, yes, but they weren't real friends. At least, not in the same sense you and I would define as friendship. 

At the center of all of Michael's faults was one fact: Michael was the most selfish person any of them had ever met. He was a selfish and demanding friend, often bullying everyone around him when he wasn't getting his way, or when he was bored. Michael was an extremely selfish friend, and worse, an extremely selfish lover.

To call Michael bisexual would be an insult to bisexuals. He fucked whenever he got the chance. Michael didn't care who he fucked, so long as his dick was in something. In fact, he was so selfish that he didn't even care if the person beneath him (he was ALWAYS on top) felt satisfied or not. He felt it was that person's duty to take care of themselves. After all, that's what he did.

The odd thing was, people kept coming back for more. See, Michael endowed with very little humanity, was... well... endowed. He attracted men and women who craved punishment of some kind or another.

However, they soon learned to use Michael just as he used them. Michael didn't care, so why should they?

That is, until Brad came along. Brad did care. 

Yes, he enjoyed the punishment, but he also knew that somewhere, deep, very deep, inside, was a boy just trying to get acceptance. No one else saw this in Michael. No one except Brad. Which is probably why Brad was Michael's closest friend and most frequent lover. Do whatever he could to leave Michael's abuse, Brad just couldn't walk away. Michael needed him, and after two years of living together, Brad finally had had enough.

He went to a witch-doctor, the most terrifying and therefore popular in the city, and asked the emaciated old man what he could do.

"You could leave," the witch-doctor smarted off, smiling.

"If I could, I would," Brad said.

"In that case, I have a remedy for your stupidity."

Brad was beginning to regret coming to the old man.

"Here," the with-doctor rummaged through some boxes directly behind him and pulled out an ancient, worn, and musty book. "Have Michael read this cover-to-cover, you'll soon find yourself with the most loving and uncomplicated human being on the planet. He won't want to ever leave your side, and he'll give you nothing but unconditional love. But remember, he must read it cover-to-cover. Do you understand?"

The idea sounded great, if it worked. Brad, after all, was skeptical, but he nodded and took the book home. Could it be possible that this book could solve all of Brad's problems? Well, he was about to find out.

Brad did as the witch-doctor instructed and placed the book in a spot where Michael would see it: right on Michael's pillow. And when Michael came home (late and smelling of sweat and sex), he saw the book.

"What's this?" He asked Brad as he picked up the book, a mixture of disgust and mild interest in his face. 

"Just something I saw at a used book store. Though you might like it." 

Brad's one saving grace was Michael's interest in books. Michael's one good quality, aside from his large member, was his love of reading. When Michael wasn't fucking or being a bully, he was reading. Thus, Brad knew the book would be too much for Michael to resist. And sure enough, Michael started reading it after he took a shower and came to bed.

The next morning, Brad woke to find Michael still in bed, the book laying open next to him, but the most curious feature was that Michael was sucking his thumb and looking more sweet and innocent than anything Brad had ever seen. 

Brad liked this book.

Over the next week, Michael was hardly ever seen without the book. And the deeper he got into the book, the more pronounced the changes.

Within the first couple of days, Michael started becoming found of cartoons, mac-n-cheese, chicken nuggets, and stuffed animals. Indeed, Brad had never seen Michael happier when he had brought home a large teddy bear for Michael. From then on, Michael slept with the bear every night, and usually carried it into the kitchen for breakfast each morning.

All of this was great for Brad, who found himself taking a larger, more protective role in Michael's life. However, the first big test came on the fourth day.

Brad woke up and smelled something strange: piss. He looked over to Michael's side of the bed and saw that Michael had wet the bed. Before Brad could think of anything to say, Michael awoke, saw the wet bed, and almost immediately started crying.

Stunned, Brad cradled Michael in his arms, rubbing his back, and kept telling Michael that it was "all okay" and that "accidents happen."

But Brad didn't want a wet bed, so he went to the store and bought some protection for Michael, a package of adult diapers. 

Michael was unsure at first, but he was too scared about wetting the bed again and upsetting Brad that he agreed to wear diapers to bed. 

That night, Michael urinated while sleeping, but the diaper soaked it all up. Both Brad and Michael agreed to keep diapers around from then on.

Over the next couple of weeks, Brad started noticing Michael waking up and staying in his diaper longer and longer. He even used it after waking up, frequently wetting it again during breakfast (Coco Puffs).

One night, Brad walked into the bedroom while Michael was trying to put on his diaper, which was obviously giving him a hard time, and said, "Here, let me do." 

Michael smiled and hugged his teddy bear tightly while Brad taped up his diaper.

The next day, a Saturday, after breakfast, Michael looked depressed. Brad asked, "What's wrong, buddy?"

Michael shook his head, "Nothing." But still, the boy looked sad.

"It's okay. You can tell me."

Michael took a deep breath and mumbled something Brad didn't catch. "What was that, buddy? I couldn't hear."

Head hanging down, the boy whispered, "I don't want to change out of my diaper."

Brad was a little surprised, but recovered quickly. "Okay. You can't stay in that diaper all day, so let's put a dry one on you."

And from that moment, Michael started wearing diapers all the time, and the boy couldn't have been happier.

That is, until one day, after Brad had noticed Michael sucking his thumb more and more and had brought home a pacifier for the boy. "Here, buddy, so you don't wear out that thumb of yours."

As the weeks progressed, Michael seemed to be regressing more and more, each day becoming more child-like than the last.

Well, almost. 

It seemed that the book's spell left one "adult" activity untouched. Michael still loved sex, but there was a distinct shift in what he liked.

He surprised Brad thoroughly one night when he asked Brad to fuck him. The old Michael never let anyone near the area he called, "Exit only."

But the surprise didn't stop there. Excited, Brad had pulled Michael toward him and had started removing the diaper when Michael said, blushing, "I want it on."

Brad smiled and said, "Okay, baby."

Michael smiled at being called "baby" and crawled on top of Brad. Brad pulled the leg of Michael's diaper back, revealing Michael's virgin hole. 

Michael rode Brad for hours it seemed that night, calling Brad "daddy." Both of them came multiple times, but Michael never touched himself and that diaper never came off.

The next morning, a new shift in Michael's psyche occurred. He stopped calling Brad by his name, calling him "Daddy" instead.

And Brad couldn't have been happier. Indeed, he rarely called Michael by his name anymore, opting instead for "baby" or "buddy."

After a month of the most intense changes either of them could have ever expected, Baby Michael found himself at the end of the book. The last page had a note attached to it. Above the note were big block letters that read, "Show Daddy."

Michael waddled over to his Daddy and showed him the note. It read:

"Now you have an uncomplicated individual who will love you unconditionally. However, should you ever grow tired of all the love, you only need to have your baby read the book backwards. That'll reverse the spell. The choice is up to you."

Brad smiled and closed the book. He lifted Michael and set the boy on his lap. "You like how things are now, don't you, baby?"

Michael nodded. "Yes, Daddy!" The boy snuggled into Daddy's chest, still clutching his teddy bear. "I love you, Daddy."

"I love you, too, baby."

A loud gurgling sound came from baby's stomach and was followed, a second later, by a terrible smell.

"Uh oh! I think someone's stinky!" Brad said, pinching his nose playfully.

Michael giggled, "I pooped my diaper, Daddy."

"I think you're right. Let's get you changed, buddy. Quickly!"

Michael laughed as Daddy picked him up and carried him into the bedroom for a fresh, new diaper... to go along with his fresh, new life.