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."
