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A father buys a camcorder to record his infant son's various milestones. He desperately wants to remember and cherish every moment, even the more mundane ones.

He can't help it, his baby boy is just too photogenic.

It's the baby's first time eating solids, and dad rushes to set the camera up. Perched in his high-chair, the baby gums on the soft middle of a peeled banana.

Behind the camcorder, the father is entranced. His gaze lingers on his son's drooling mouth, listening to his happy little grunts and murmurs. His cock stirs in his pants, twitching as he watches his precious baby suckle on the end of the banana, unaware of his daddy's perverted thoughts.

Of course, he'd deny it for a while.

Some crossed wires in his brain that short-circuited in the moment, he couldn't possibly have gotten hard because of his son.

But regardless, he persists in recording the babys antics. This time, it's during bathtime. The camcorder is set on the closed toilet seat, far enough away that there's no risk of any stray water from the splashing baby getting onto it.

This particular bathtime is special, he's gotten too big for the sink, and now that he's a bit older he's able to sit-up in the bathtub on his own. Leaning over the porcelain rim, daddy scoops some stray soap bubbles floating on the surface of the water and places them onto the wet mop of his son's hair as he giggles wildly.

From the camera's vantage point it's easy to see the fathers shirtless torso as he rests against the tub, his face just out of frame. The baby however is in full view, his naked wet body only shielded by soap suds. He's a chubby thing, pale body covered in cute fat rolls.

Daddy dips a washcloth into the tub, slowly letting the cascading water run over his son's head, washing away the bubbles. The baby squirms as his father rubs the cloth across him, making sure to delve into the various folds of his skin. It isn't until his hand dips below the surface of the water that he hesitates, his fingers caress his son's thighs through the washcloth, slowly inching closer to his crotch.

The fathers hard again, in nothing but shorts the bulge is obvious even from the camera's angle. The infant coos, not seeming at all concerned as his father ruts pathetically up against the tub's edge right in view of the camera.

The washcloth is abandoned as he gropes his son's micro sized prick, the skin between his legs is so soft and pliable. His baby boy gurgles and splashes excitedly, he liked this new game! Just as fast as it happened, daddy's hand jerks suddenly out of the water before the camcorder’s lens is blocked and stops recording.

The father doesn't record his infant for a while. In fact, he wants to throw the whole thing away and pretend it never happened. But he can't. Won't.

Late at night, when his precious baby is asleep in his crib at the foot of his bed, he flips through the videos one by one. He's obsessed with the way his boy looks on film, his own little star. And the one with him naked in the tub is his ultimate favorite. His slick, soapy body against the porcelain backdrop never fails to make him rise.

His cock aches at the memory of his son's soft cocklett in his hand. The fathers depraved fate is sealed as he cums ropes across the camera's digital screen.

The next few recordings take on a different, more salacious manner. He takes lingering shots on his baby's drooly mouth, his plump hips and soft thighs.

A particular one that signaled the sexual shift in their relationship takes place on a changing table in a locked public bathroom.

The cute boy is naked, laying on his belly babbling absentmindedly, little legs kicking. His chubby ass is on full display for the camcorder.

A pair of hands come into view, a thick layer of baby-powder coats his palms. Gently, he massages the powder against his son's thighs before gliding up to his doughy rump.

The boy keens, arching into his daddy's groping palms. The father rubs slow circles, feeling the pliable fat of his ass before digging his thumbs into his skin and pulling them apart. His pretty pink hole winks to the exposed air, the baby chirrups and giggles as his father's thumb caresses his tiny fluttering rim.

Before much more can happen, someone knocks and the camcorder is subsequently turned off. But this isn't the last, far from it.

Each new film becomes more sexual than the last, the father spirals into a lust addled haze and his small, perfect son the main-character of his every fantasy.

He wants to fuck him.

Wants to grip his baby-fat ridden hips and use him like a flesh-light for his aching cock.

Unfortunately, he's just so small.

It's a part of the appeal, really. But as much as the father wholly desires it, he knows without doubt it would hurt his sweet boy.

Until he's older, and bigger, the father will simply find alternative methods.

The baby's reached a new milestone, he's old enough to co-sleep with his daddy. The dad buys a stand for the camera, placing it auspiciously in front of his bed, where his crib had once stood, ready to capture their special sleepover.

It's evening, just enough sunset light pools through their curtains that the camcorder doesn't struggle capturing a clear image. A figure lays beside a little bundle of blankets, it's soon revealed to be his infant son when he reaches over to gently unveil him from his swaddle.

His flushed face is subdued. Clearly, it's past his bedtime. And yet the father still further unravels him from his blanket cocoon. The baby doesn't stir much, only turning his head to nuzzle against his daddy's side.

Large warm hands glide along exposed pale skin, down across his sides and to his plump waist. Gently, the father pulls his son to lay over his chest, his head resting against his shoulder.

The baby's in nothing but a diaper, his padded butt perked out as his legs sprawl over his daddy's lap. His skin is pale and flushed in the dusky light.

The father lathers his hands over every inch of him, kneading his sides and hips before trailing fingertips dip beneath the waistband of his pull-up.

Carefully, he begins to peel his son's diaper off.  It's torturously slow,  each inch of revealed skin is fervorously devoured by both his daddy's and the camera's gaze until his soft, fat thighs and round doughy butt is entirely exposed. His little toes curl into their soles as he gurgles lightly in his sleep, entirely unbothered by his sudden nakedness.

The father skims his fingers over the shallow dimple of his tailbone before groping the fat of his ass. His hips writhe beneath the toddler, hardened cock bulging against his boxers between his baby boy's thighs.

He knows how easy it'd be to fuck the tot senseless, how effortlessly his could be impaled on his aching cock, little round belly bulging as his guts rearrange to make room for his daddy.

Reaching down, the father pulls his length free from his boxers. It throbs in his hands, beadlets of precum leak from the swollen head. Thrusting upwards, the father grips his son's wide hips and pushes himself snug in between his soft thighs.

The tot whimpers at being jostled around so suddenly, tiny fingers grip his daddy as he begins to rock them both in earnest. Sounds of slapping skin on skin overtake the rustling of the bed and blankets.

The father grunts, digging his fingernails into the chubby rolls that jiggled along his son's waist and backside with each thrust. The feeling of his straining cock pillowed between those fat thighs was too much and not nearly enough, he imagines carving himself deep into his baby's womb with every upward roll of his hips, picturing hearing those punched-out little noises his son would make.

Feeling that familiar coil tightening in his gut, the father forces the tip of his cock to slide between the toddler's plumped ass until it kissed the tight slit of his hole. Canting upwards in one desperate fluid motion, he barely breaches past his son's rim before shooting his spend into his baby boy.

He's breathless, panting for air before realizing his son's awake and wailing out for him, his little face scrunched in an expression of discomfort.

The father coos down at him, slowly lifting him from his cock. Come dribbles between his thighs, his milky skin rubbed raw and blotchy red.

"Daddy's gotcha, I'm here." He purrs, voice rough as he presses the boy's face to nuzzle against his.

The camcorder remains at the foot of their bed for most nights, only being moved to replace the SD cards nearly every month. The filled ones stay safely hidden in envelopes in the fathers desk, each labeled with his son's various stages; 4-6 months old, 7-10 months, 11-12 months. Each filled to the brim with hours worth of footage, all starring the fathers perfect, chubby baby boy.