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. 

Ganymede: Part 7

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.

Ganymede: Part 6

No, no, no! I can't believe it happened. What was I thinking?

Tanner sat there; tears fell onto the carpeted floor where they joined the growing dark patch of urine.

Yes, he had meant to wet himself right there in Professor Lopez's office. Yes, his fantasy-filled head had hoped the professor would fulfill his most desperate desires. But now that he was there in the office, soaked, Professor Lopez looking down at him with a strange expression on his face, Tanner wanted nothing else but to run away from that office and never step foot in Lopez's class again.

However, he froze. Stuck somewhere between fleeing and staying. He wondered if it would be best to dart out of the office or just stay there forever, merging with bookcases, eventually becoming another distant memory for Professor Lopez.

It took a moment or two for Tanner to realize that the professor was speaking to him. The man's voice was muffled, distant, like it was coming from the opposite of a massive theater. Tanner didn't want the voice to reach him. What would it say? He didn't want to know, for Tanner wanted nothing more than to remain separated, alone in his embarrassment. To her Professor Lopez's words was to acknowledge that something dreadfully humiliating had just occurred.

"Tanner? Tanner?" Lopez voice was not hard and cold, but concerned and warm. "Are you all right, Tanner? Can you hear me?"

Tanner nodded. His brain seemed unable to communicate anything more complicated.

"Okay." The professor acknowledged. "Are you all right?"

Tanner shook his head.

"All right. At least we've got some communication going on now." While Professor Lopez's voice sounded kind, Tanner couldn't help but think the professor was making fun him. More tears streamed down the boy's face and onto the floor, and with a huge sniff, Tanner wiped his running nose with the back of his hand.

A Kleenex materialized before Tanner's eyes. He took it and blew his nose. "Thank you," he whispered.

"You're very welcome," said the professor. He paused for a moment, seemingly to think. Tanner had the impression that the professor was choosing his words carefully, very carefully.

"Tanner, I have to ask something."

The boy sniffed.

"Did you do wet your pants on purpose?"

The direct question surprised Tanner so much that he lifted his head and met the professor's eyes for the first time since wetting his pants. He didn't know what to say. Should he tell the man standing before him the truth? Or, should he lie and say it was an accident? The questions tormented Tanner's mind for a moment or two, and the professor seemed to know exactly what the boy was thinking.

"Don't lie to me." Something had shifted in the professor's tone. It had become deeper, more stern.

Immediately, Tanner's penis responded by stiffing in his pants, creating an obvious bulge. Without thinking, the boy tried to hide his growing cock, but Professor Lopez had already seen it's sudden rise to prominence.

Smiling, the man asked the boy again, "Did you pee your pants on purpose, Tanner?" And even though it was a question, there was no mistaking that the professor was only going to accept one answer.

Tanner nodded.

"I thought so," said the professor. "You came to my office and wanted to have an 'accident,' didn't you?"

Tanner nodded, and at the word "accident," his cock stiffened in response.

"What did you expect to happen?"
Tanner shrugged.

"Hmmmm… Now what am I supposed to do with you?" Lopez paused and looked at his desk, or rather looking through his desk since he didn't seem to be actually seeing his desk.

"Stand up." The order was given in kindness, but it was an order nevertheless. Tanner stood. His wet, sticky pants clung to his waist and legs. His hard cock was even more visible than before, tenting his pants.

"Now, go to the door and see if anyone else is out there."

The door had been partially opened since Professor Lopez never closed it while talking with students. The boy turned and pulled open the door a bit more, making sure to block his wet and excited state with the door. He peered out into the hallway and was relieved to see it empty. During his time in the office, it seemed, the school had settled down into a calm quiet.

"No one's out there," said the boy in a quiet voice.

"Okay. Good. Now close the door."

Tanner's heart pounded faster inside his chest. What was Professor Lopez going to do?

He turned and faced the professor, who was now pulling a backpack from beneath his desk. Professor Lopez unzipped the backpack and reached inside. He pulled out a spray bottle, some kind of cleaner and a hand towel.

"Take these and clean up your mess." Tanner did as he was told. He sprayed the small urine stain on the carpet and started to scrub it with the hand towel. Thankfully, the stain on the carpet wasn't too big. Most of his urine had soaked into his pants before dripping onto the floor.

When Tanner felt the stain sufficiently clean, he stood and turned toward the professor's desk. Eyes still downcast, he said, "I think I got it all."

Tanner's words seemed to have brought Professor Lopez out of some deep thinking. "You think?"

Tanner nodded and, with what felt like a supreme effort, lifted his eyes to the professor. "I got it all."

"Hmmm, I guess we'll have to wait until it dries, won't we?" Lopez paused and looked at something hidden beneath his desk. Tanner had the impression that the professor was trying to make a decision of some sort.

"Tanner, did anyone see you coming into my office today?"

"Not that I know of, sir. I'm sure some noticed, but no one I know personally." Tanner's voice was still quiet, barely louder than a whisper.

"Okay." The professor paused again. He then closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and spoke with great authority. "Lay down on the floor, on your back."

Without even taking a moment to think, Tanner set the carpet cleaner and hand towel aside and laid down on the floor. His heart was racing, pulsing maddeningly in his chest. Hope blossomed in his heart. Maybe this day wasn't going to be so embarrassing after all, he thought. But he didn't want to be too distracted by hope. This could still turn out really bad.

Professor Lopez had reached under his desk and pulled out another back pack. It looked very old, torn, not to mention a couple of holes here and there. He set the bag on top of the desk and walked around so that he toward over the boy lying on the floor.

"Does the name 'BabyT' mean anything to you, Tanner?"

Oh my God! He knows! Tanner thought. His heart beat faster.

"It's okay. You can tell me the truth." There was something in the professor's voice that calmed Tanner, a deep resonance that soothed away his fear. And in that moment Tanner knew he could trust this man.

He nodded.

"I thought so," said Professor Lopez, and he smiled. "Well then, this next part should be pretty easy for us both."

Tanner, feeling more and more excited, and without even really thinking, gave the professor his biggest smile yet.

Professor Lopez smiled in response. "I can't have you walking out of this office with wet pants. That would be very embarrassing, wouldn't it?"

Tanner nodded. The way the professor was looking at him was making his hand twitch. He badly wanted to do something, but he was unsure of the professor's reaction. So, Tanner willed his hand to stay where it was and waited to follow Professor Lopez's lead.

"I need you to answer me with either 'Yes, sir' or 'No, sir.' Understand?" The man's tone shifted. It was once again stern.

"Yes, sir." Tanner replied.

"Good boy."

Those two words shot beneath Tanner's skin and warmed the blood in his veins. A broad smile spread across his face, and his wet pants became even tighter. His cock pushed up against his pants.

Professor Lopez noticed and smiled.

"If you're going to be having accidents, Tanner, then you should be wearing protection. Obviously, you aren't big enough for big boy underwear."

Tanner's face reddened, and his heart raced faster.

"Lucky for you, I always have an extra pair of pants in the office… Just in case." The professor pulled out the pants as he said this. His hand reached back into the back and waited. "And I've also got something for little boys who try to be big boys."

Out of the back pack, Professor Lopez pulled out something white, large, and crinkly. Tanner immediately recognized the thick diaper in the professor's hand.

"This is what you want, isn't it? You came here today to get changed into a diaper like a baby, didn't you?"

"Yes, sir."

"You're not Tanner at all. You're BabyT. Right?"

"Yes, sir."

"You want to be changed."

"Yes, sir."

"Okay, then. Stay still like a good baby."

Tanner smiled, his face flushed, and once again his hand twitched. "Yes, sir."

The professor gave the boy a warm smile and set the diaper on the floor. He reached back into the back pack and pulled out baby wipes and a bottle of baby powder. These he set within reach on top of the desk.

The man reached for the boy's pants and unbuttoned them. Professor Lopez glanced at Tanner, a questioning look in his eyes. He probably wanted to be extra sure that this is exactly what Tanner
wants. The boy gazed back at the professor and gave him a big smile.

Gently pulling and wiggling, Lopez pulled off Tanner's soaked pants to reveal his underoos.

"Just what I expected. But you're too little, even for these, aren't' you?"

"Yes, sir." Tanner's face turned a deeper red. His hand made an involuntary movement up to his face, but it stopped at his chest, unsure.

Without saying anything, knowing exactly what his baby boy wanted, Professor Lopez grabbed Tanner's hand and placed it near his mouth. "It's okay, baby. Suck your thumb like a good boy while Daddy changes your diaper."

Tanner's thumb slipped into his mouth, and his entire body relaxed, allowing his new Daddy to take care of everything.

Daddy slipped his fingers into the waistband of Tanner's underwear and pulled them off. Released from the tight underwear, the boy's hard cock bounced a little against his stomach. "Baby likes this, doesn't he? You can just nod. Keep sucking on that thumb."

Tanner nodded. Suck, suck, suck.

Daddy then pulled out some baby wipes and started to clean Tanner's wet body, playing special attention to his hard cock, stroking it, up and down, up and down. Tanner moaned and writhed on the floor. The excitement of the last few minutes had driven him close to the edge.

"I bet that feels good, but babies use their diapers for everything." Daddy pulled his hand away from the boy's cock, leaving Tanner to wiggle on the floor, and grabbed the baby powder. Sprinkling a large amount of baby powder all over the the boy's diaper area, Tanner watched as a cloud of powder flew up into the air, releasing that wonderful smell he loves so much.

"Okay, I think baby's ready for his diaper, isn't he?"

Tanner nodded vigorously, savoring the pulsing of his cock, each pulse sent child down his legs and up his abdomen.

"That's right. Because baby's need protection. They shouldn't go without, ever."

Daddy unfolded the diaper and said, "Lift up, baby."

Tanner lifted his butt, and Daddy slid the diaper underneath. "Okay, down."

Tanner placed his butt down on the thick diaper, its softness feeling wonderful on his skin, sending shivers all over his body.

Daddy then pulled up the diaper and taped it tight to the boy's body. The thick diaper hugged Tanner's waist in a thick, lovely cloud.

"Uh oh! Baby's protection isn't going to work unless his excitement settles down." Daddy placed a hand on Tanner's hard cock and started rubbing, slow at first, then faster and faster, speaking the whole time.

"That feels good, doesn't baby? I bet you feel safe and secure in your diaper, don't you?"

Tanner moaned, his body so close to exploding all ready, and his teeth bared down on his thumb.

"It's okay, baby. You can use your diaper. Wet your diaper. Come for Daddy."

Biting down on his thumb so as not to cry out, Tanner's orgasm exploded throughout his entree body, each pulse of cock sending waves to every limb.

Professor Lopez waited until Tanner's body stopped convulsing and then spoke, "I bet that felt good, baby. But now you've got to go back to your dorm. First, your spare pants." Lopez helped Tanner into the slightly larger pair of pants and stood up to put on his shoes. The diaper was so thick it was hard to close his legs all the way, but thanks to the larger pants, Tanner didn't think it would be obvious to anyone else.

"Here's what I want you to do. I want you to continue going to your classes, but I expect you to be diapered from now. This is what you want after all, right?"

Still sucking his thumb, Tanner nodded.

"I thought so. As soon as you get home I want to get an email from you, telling me when you can come over to my place this Friday night. Understand?"

Tanner nodded, curious of what the professor had planned.

"I expect an email as soon as you get to your dorm. Got it?"

Tanner nodded again.

"Good boy. Now take your thumb out of your mouth and go back to your dorm. I'll take care of the wet clothes."

The boy, looking a bit sad, moved toward the door but stopped, turned, and stretched up to give Lopez a kiss on his cheek.

Leaving the professor a bit stunned, the boy then opened the door to the office and stepped out into the hallway, happier than he'd felt in a long time. Indeed, as he made his way back to his dorm, Tanner found it increasingly difficult to not put his thumb right back into his mouth.

Ganymede: Part 5

Professor Lopez tried to forget about BabyT. His sleep was restless, filled with odd and stimulating dreams. Despite these dreams, he awoke feeling rather unfulfilled. However, Lopez decided to do what he always does when confronted with a troubling attraction to a student (it has happened before, but not often, and he never acted on it): focus instead on work. Lopez vowed to work extra hard on what he had planned for the day. Since that day was a non-teaching day--minus the boring meetings he'd have to attend--he was free to spend time preparing for the next day's classes.

He showered, dressed, and made his way to the university. The morning was crisp and cool, and Lopez felt quite refreshed after parking his car and walking to his office. BabyT was quickly receding to the back of his mind, a potent memory that would be soon forgotten.

Inside his office, Professor Lopez turned on his computer, looked toward the stack of paper on his desk, pulled the first essay to his black pen, and started grading.

As the first morning hours passed, the sound outside his office grew steadily louder and louder. The university itself was waking up; the voices of students, colleagues, and other various university employees all mixed to produce a steady wave of welcoming noise. Lopez enjoys being present as the university "wakes up." It reinforces his feeling that the school is a living being, full of potential, just like his students. The professor's pen scratched across paper after paper. Needless to say, he was in "The Grading Zone."

A series of knocks on his office door, however, brought Lopez out of "The Grading Zone."

Lopez's head lifted and his eyes slowly focused on the student half-in-half-out of his office. His breath caught in his throat. Tanner stood there, looking expectant and a bit flushed.

"May I come in Professor Lopez?" Tanner's voice was quiet and soft.

There was a beat of silence, and then Lopez responded, "Sure. Take a seat." Heat radiated throughout Lopez's body, a thin sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead. However, he forced his voice to remain calm, which was an impressive feat considering this was the first time he and Tanner had ever been alone together.

Oddly enough, the boy looked a bit nervous himself, but Lopez thought this could simply be a result of meeting with a teacher face-to-face. Plenty of students get nervous when meeting their professors one-on-one.

"What can I help you with, Tanner?" Lopez asked.

Tanner's voice started and stopped, halting, seemingly unsure of how to begin. Lopez waited until the boy found his voice.

"Well…. um…. sir…" Tanner shifted in his seat. "I have a question about… the essay you assigned in class."

"Okay. What is it?" asked Lopez.

"Uh…." Tanner shifted again. For some reason, Tanner was determinedly trying to keep his legs close together. "I was wondering if the story of Ganymede could relate to… you know… modern homosexual relationships."

The word homosexual seemed to taste awful in Tanner's mouth, as if the formality of the word somehow struck the youth as false. Like he would have been more comfortable with gay instead. However, Professor Lopez didn't say anything about that; instead, he sat for moment in silence, mostly to think about the best response, but also to calm his nerves. His palms had started sweating the moment Tanner shifted in his seat. There was something about the way he sat in the chair that aroused the professor.

"I think it could relate to more than strictly 'modern' relationships. It was quite common for older men to teach younger, adolescent, men in sexuality. That is, to say, they performed sexual acts on them so they could learn and eventually please their future wives."

Although Lopez sounded quite professional and calm through his explanation, his heart betrayed his true feelings. The more Tanner squirmed in his seat, the faster Lopez's heart pounded in his chest.

"I see," said Tanner. The boy's mind was completely incapable to forming sentences longer than a couple of words. For a boy who is normally so eloquent in class, his concentration seemed focused on his legs, which were pressed hard together and trembling. Tanner's hands were resting on his thighs, but he kept moving them back and forth, almost like he were having a battle of where they should be placed: either at his knees or at his crotch.

"So… How would that translate to modern gay… homosexual relationships?" Tanner's eyes began to water.

"Are you okay, Tanner?" asked the professor.

Tanner nodded.

"Okay… uh… Well, that's a bit harder to pin down since there's not a direct correlation to modern times. However, I think the fact that there are quite a few older men in relationships with younger men could be a cultural remnant of that era. Or, at the very least, there are connections that could be made. Of course, every relationship is different, so whatever you decide, make sure your argument reflects the complexity and variety of homosexual relationships."

Throughout his entire speech, Lopez felt his breathing grow more rapid, heavy and sporadic. Lopez was finding it difficult to catch his breath; his hear raced beneath his chest.

"I see… uh…" Tanner looked as though he wanted to say something more but paused. His eyes glistened as he gazed, not at Professor Lopez, but at some far off point, far beyond the walls of the professor's office.

"Yes, Tanner? Is there something else you'd like to ask?"

Lopez waited, but Tanner didn't say anything. Then, after a minutes' silence, Tanner's eyes overran with tears, and his head bent down.

The professor was shocked, wondering why Tanner would be crying in his office. Then he looked down at the boy's shorts, a prominent wet stain was growing and growing, spreading out from the boy's crotch.

Tanner, the college student, right there in Professor Lopez's office, had just urinated all over himself.

Ganymede: Part 4

Tanner awoke the next morning with his thumb still in his mouth and his teddy bear still wrapped in his arms. As usual, whenever he was able to sleep this way, he always had the best night's rest. He woke feeling refreshed and ready for the day, especially since he had had such an incredible dream during the night.

Pulling back the covers, Tanner slide off his bed--still clutching his teddy--and moved over to his laptop. The weight of his diaper was considerable, but he knew it could wait a few more minutes. After all, he wanted to take a shower immediately after the diaper came off.

He opened his laptop and signed into his Diaper-Bois account. As BabyT, Tanner hoped that someday a "Daddy" would contact him. Some did. Truthfully, there are more "Babies" out there than "Daddies." For the most part, "Daddies" tend to get bombarded with messages and requests. Tanner imagined the whole process is probably exhausting and frustrating for al the Daddies out there.

As for the "baby" side, Tanner found it equally frustrating. Daddies tended to vary in their desires, drastically. Some want nothing more than to watch an Adult Baby act like a baby; however, they don't provide any sort of direction in what they want to see. Tanner could usually think of a few things, but not everything.

Other Daddies were far too specific in what they wanted. Still, others were far too strict. Tanner had yet to meet anyone who occupied a happy medium. However, he hoped that the profile currently filling up the screen of his laptop was different. He hoped that the Daddy he was looking at was exactly the type of Daddy he wanted.

The profile didn't have a face picture. Instead the Daddy opted for a picture of a stack of diapers and bottle full of milk. Tanner liked this picture because the focus wasn't on the Daddy's looks, but on a possible future relationship. Like Tanner, this Daddy didn't want to show his face yet. Tanner imagined that he wanted to get to know his baby before providing a facial picture.

However, it wasn't the picture that had drawn Tanner's attention to the profile. After all, plenty of profiles failed to provide anything other than the most basic information. No, what drew Tanner's interest in the profile first was the screen name: TheProfessor. After seeing the screen name, TheProfessor's bio also proved intriguing: "I am a teacher, day and night. And so, I am looking for a baby to teach, one who is willing to learn what it really takes to be a good baby boy."

Tanner gets excited every time he reads TheProfessor's bio, especially considering that TheProfessor lives in the same city where Tanner goes to school. And after taking a number of classes, Tanner felt that he had finally found out TheProfessor's secret identity. Professor Lopez's reaction to seeing Tanner's underwear the previous day proved this, which included more than Lopez's facial reaction as a light bulge at his crotch was just noticeable.

The memory made Tanner all the more sure that Professor Lopez and TheProfessor were one and the same. All that was left now was making contact, and Tanner decided on taking two courses of action.

The first was the simplest, a message. Nothing complicated, just a quick "Hello" message. Tanner wrote, "Hi! I saw your profile, liked it, and decided to say 'hello'…. Hello! Hehe!"

The second course of action was admittedly a bit more complicated, but before Tanner could enact his plan he had to take a shower; his flooded diaper was almost bursting, and so he waddled to the bathroom to get ready for the day. He set his teddy bear on the sink so he wouldn't be too far away.

After his shower, Tanner got dressed (X-Men underwear this time), packed his back pack, and grabbed a bottle of water from the small fridge in his dorm. He quickly drank it down and filled it from the tap in the bathroom. He drank that one, too.

Tanner drank as much water as his stomach could hold. It was uncomfortable, but he hoped it would be worth it. The next step in his plan was to visit Professor Lopez during office hours and ask a few questions about the upcoming paper. All the while, Tanner would be fighting what would soon be a very full bladder.

Not until a some time later, when he knocked on Professor Lopez's door and was invited in, did Tanner think his plan might be a bad idea.

Ganymede: Part 3

Meanwhile, Professor Lopez found that he could not sleep. The image of Tanner and his cute underwear kept playing with his mind as he lie in bed. In fact, now that he was thinking about it, what if Tanner meant for him to see his underwear? And if so, what did that mean? Was Tanner trying to say something without actually uttering the words? Trying to express a secret wish?

So many questions ran through his mind that night, so many that he decided to just get out of bed. After all, he wouldn't be able to sleep for a while.

In a tight blue t-shirt and matching briefs, Lopez moved to his desk and turned on his laptop. He'd been a member of all the various ABDL websites out there for a long time now. Hell, he even remembered when there was seemingly only one: DPF. Such websites have continuously provided him with comfort in just knowing that others out there felt the same way he did.

Well, that's not entirely true. See, Lopez does not like wearing diapers. He never felt the desire like so many other boys. Instead, he felt an unusual inclination to protect and take care of those who do want to wear diapers.

However, he always ran into the same problems. Many of the boys he met online were only interested in jerking off with him online and never speaking to him again. Of course, this didn't bother Lopez that much since he'd get satisfaction out of the chat sessions, too. But he wanted something more, something beyond titilation and a quick jerk. After all these years, what he truly desired was a baby boy of his own, someone who wanted to be treated like a baby all the time, not just in random chat sessions.

There have been some boys who seemed interested. There was some heavy flirtation, some hot chat role-play sessions, and a couple of webcam viewings that led Lopez to believe he'd found the baby for him. The problem was that many of the babies he'd encountered over the years were just too far away. This is on top of the fact that many of them simply just stopped talking to him.

But he kept pushing on, hopefully engaging the next baby. The image of Tanner's playful underwear swam into his mind again, and his own underwear grew tight as he sat there in front of his laptop.

With Tanner's beautiful body planted firmly in his head, Lopez began to search through his favorite websites. Not for the usual pictures and videos, but for individual members. He was determined to find Tanner among all the babies and daddies, to find out if the boy was indeed an AB.

Naturally, his first concern was whether Tanner used his real name or not. So many do not reveal their faces, let alone their true names. Instead, he'd have to look for similarities, such as in age, appearance, and needs, not to mention location. Location could be a problem as well since so many university students don't actually live where they go to school, keeping the address of their parents as their home address.

Nevertheless, Lopez felt hopeful, and so did his hard cock.

Hours went by, and he did start to lose some of that hope when his search failed to yield any results. But finally, on a site called Diaper-Bois, he found exactly who he was looking for, or at least so he hoped. Under the screen name of BabyT was a boy of Tanner's age who lived and went to school at the university. And from the pictures, though no head was visible, Lopez noticed the same skin tone, build, and the very same pair of underroos he'd seen that very afternoon. He was sure that BabyT was Tanner, or at least he was mostly sure.

He clicked through all the pictures, twenty-two in all, and found himself growing more and more excited. There was Tanner in various poses, showing off his diapers; cute boys, after all, love showing off their diapers. Some of the pictures were of his stuffed animals, and there was a close up of his mouth with his paci firmly held in place.

The professor's cock pulsated, pushed against his underwear, threatening to tear its way through the fabric. Still making his way through BabyT's pictures, and without really thinking about it, Lopez reached into his briefs and pulled out his cock. His hand started to move up and down slowly. He imagined Tanner's sweet lips opening, slowly taking in all of Lopez's shaft. Tanner's lips would start at the tip and widen as they took it all. Lopez moved his hand along with his imagination, and as he did so, more and more of the image began to materialize.

In Lopez's mind, BabyT knelt before the professor, filling his mouth with Daddy's huge cock, taking it all in and moving up and down. Lopez would look over BabyT and see a sagging, wet, and possibly messy diaper. Just Daddy's baby, sucking on his "big" pacifier. Daddy's hand would move to the back of BabyT's head, guiding his baby, fast then slow, then fast again; and his baby would moan in satisfaction, happy to please his daddy so much.

The pressure built in Lopez's hard cock; the pleasure rode up his shaft in waves. Just then, as he came closer and closer to climax, quilt filled his mind.

How could he imagine a student like this? As the teacher he's supposed to be the "adult," right? How could he sit here and think of Tanner sucking his dick?

Those oh-so-sweet lips…. Daddy's little baby boy….

Despite the late surge of guilt, Lopez couldn't hold back anymore.

"OHHHH!" He screamed as his cock shot a huge load of come all over his chest, soaking his shirt. His body shuddered, convulsing with each pulsating wave of his orgasm. After a minute or two, the pulsing in his cock slowed, and with it the swelling of his cock.

As his orgasm subsided, the guilt that had made such a late surge in is own head, the guilt that had been pushed aside by his animalistic urges, resurfaced.

"I can't do this. He's a student. I'm a professor. I'm an adult," he thought.

And with that, Lopez removed his shirt and underwear, logged out of his Diaper-Bois profile and closed the browser window.

"That's the last I'll think of that." Lopez told himself that the idea he'd had earlier in the day was impossible, and he vowed to maintain his teacher-student relationship with Tanner no matter what the boy decided to wear to class.

Feeling a bit sad, but "morally" energized, Lopez stepped in his shower and tried to wash away the image of Tanner and those oh-so-cute underoos.

However, he was as yet completely unaware of just how hard washing away Tanner would be.