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.