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.