The Dreamcaster: Chapter 10
Jane’s office was so quiet that if a pen dropped, the whole neighborhood would know. Her eye involuntarily blinked rapidly in a mix of pure shock and unquenchable arousal, as the vibrator silently buzzing away in her diaper refused to let up. “D-Did you just say that you find diapers arousing?” she stuttered, ill-prepared to witness her work and personal life collide firsthand.
Laura, meanwhile, wanted to fade out of existence entirely. She’d never admitted to anyone what her fetish was, much less to someone she interacts with on a professional level. Regret set in quickly. “I-I’m so sorry! That was stupid of me to ask,” she said, moving to stand, “I’ll just get out of your hair!”
“No, no, please!” said Jane, kicking her kind self for not just letting the office admin walk. It was as if she wanted to get caught with a sex toy in her fetish diapers. Still, she remembered how she used to feel when she was all alone with this kink, so it was hard not to empathize with Laura’s obvious anxiety. She took a deep breath, “What you’re feeling is totally normal. No two people experience sexual stimulation in exactly the same manner. What attracts or arouses us is built into our brains and there’s little we can do to change it.”
Easing back into the patient’s chair, Laura was starting to feel a bit more relaxed, or at least, as relaxed as someone could be after admitting to their own niche fetish. Even if Jane wasn’t judging her outright, she was still not endorsing her feelings by any means, instead generalizing her experience with the entire concept of kink. Clasping her quivering hands together, she lowered her head in shame, “Yeah, but, isn’t it still weird. O-or unhealthy! I mean, it’s diapers for Pete’s sake! God, I feel like a freak!”
“Hey! Hey, calm down, Laura. It’s really not that bizarre,” said Jane, chuckling internally whilst knowing she used to have the same mentality about all of this, “You’re not a freak for having a kink, even one as…obscure as this one.”
Twiddling her thumbs, Laura blushed once more, “B-But I saw you wearing diapers for what I assume are probably medical reasons. Doesn't it bother you that someone like me gets off on the idea of that?”
Jane was, yet again, stunned into silence. What the heck did this girl want from her? Her diaper was covered in hearts and unicorns, for crying out loud. Who on Earth would think an adult would wear those for medical reasons? She shook her head, trying to clear through her own chaotic thoughts, and gave the best answer she could without giving too much about herself away, “Personally, no. I’ve had patients dealing with a wide variety of sexual kinks, including diapers, sit exactly where you are now. It’s nowhere near as uncommon as you think.” Internally, patted herself on the back for bypassing the part about currently wearing diapers.
“Really?!” shouted Laura, her excitement growing with every second. She bit her lip, trying to subdue her growing sexual appetite. The validation, in combination with the fact that her coworker was diapered with only a single, wide desk separating them, was causing her to grow perhaps a bit too comfortable.
Suddenly, an idle thought entered Laura’s brain. As embarrassing as it was, she felt as though she could trust Jane. She swallowed her pride, “I know this is a super invasive question, but…could I see it?”
“S-See what?” asked Jane, praying that Laura wasn’t suggesting what she thought she was.
Unfortunately for Jane, her suspicions as to Laura’s intentions quickly confirmed, “W-Would you let me see your diaper?”
Jane couldn’t believe her ears. Of all the things for Laura to ask. With a shaky breath, she responded, “I’m…uh…flattered, Laura, but I’m not sure that’s very approrpiaAAAA! OOOH!” Jane screamed as her body climaxed involuntarily. Despite her best efforts, curbing the sensations caused by the toy in her diaper was easier said than done. Her hands shot down to her crotch instinctually.
Laura jumped to her feet, getting the wrong idea. “Oh gosh! Are you using your diaper right now?!” she said excitedly, a horny look forming in her eyes.
“No!” shouted Jane, gesturing for Laura to be reseated. She did her best to take a calming breath, “No. Laura, I’d love to talk with you more about this, but I have an appointment in five minutes and need to prepare my notes.” Internally, she was patting herself on the back for finding a reason to quickly excuse Laura.
However, what Jane didn’t expect was for the look in Laura’s eye to remain unwavering. The office admin giggled at Jane, giving her a sly wink, “Oh, I understand plenty. Take all the time you need. I’ll make sure to delay the next patient until you ping me.”
Jane was fully aware that Laura’s eyes and mouth were saying two different things, but at this point, she couldn’t care less what horny thoughts were invading her coworker’s mind. With as professional of a smile as she could muscle, Jane said, “Thank you, Laura.”
With a skip to her step, Laura made her way out of Jane’s office, leaving Jane alone once more.
The moment that the door clicked closed, Jane dove into her diaper and snatched out the little vibrator. “I. Hate. You,” she said as she held it up to her eyes before turning it off and chucking it back into her desk
Sighing in relief, Jane slumped down in her chair. What on Earth was her life becoming? Laura was practically undressing her with her eyes. And Sarah had become such a hyper-Mommy to the point where she was sending several messages an hour to check on how she was doing. She even offered to bring her in a juice box! With how things were progressing, she was worried that she’d end up the office baby before the day was out.
Waking up her computer, Jane was greeted by the diaper porn she was looking at before Laura had barged in. Just about the last thing she wanted to see right now. She promptly exited the page, feeling the silver ring click against the hard plastic of the computer mouse. Jane instantly yanked the devilish thing off of her finger, her memory of the genie returning to the forefront of her mind. As she leaned in to get a closer look at the ring, she did her best to remember the genie’s precise words. He gave her the ring and wasn’t specific on what exactly it did, but he did give context clues. What stood out the most were his comments on how she always dreamed of a reality that could never be. Could this ring be altering her reality in accordance with her daydreaming whims?
Delicately, Jane picked up the ring and placed it inside of her locking drawer, wanting to make sure nothing worse would happen with it until she got to the bottom of everything.
Jumping back to her computer, Jane started googling both the ring and the genie, hoping to find more information on either. While the ring turned up no results, the genie certainly did. In particular, she focused on a report from a man half-dazed out of his mind from the bioweapon incident that caused nearly half of Chicago to mentally regress. While many in the media had claimed this was some kind of terror attack, one man in the process of being rehabilitated was vehement that he caused the whole thing because of a wish gone wrong with a genie whose description was eerily similar to that of the genie Jane saw in her nursery. Even down to the fact that he gave magical items and not verbal wishes. It was too bizarre to just be a coincidence.
DING
Yet another message came into Jane’s Discord inbox. Absentmindedly tabbing over out of instinct, Jane found not one, not two, but several messages from her friend, CB Princess.
CBPrincess Heyyo! Can’t wait to hear all about your weekend 😜
CBPrincess You there?
CBPrincess Jane, is everything okay?
CBPrincess S̷o̸m̶e̴t̷h̶ing’s̴͇ n̸ǒ̴ţ rḭ̴g̸̬h̶͙t̶!̵͉ ̷J̵A̸Ǹ̸Ė̵͉!̷̖ Tḁ̶́l̸k t̵̩o m̵ẻ̷̠! H̶̡́è̴l̷̛̙p̵!̸̟ G̵̦o̸̟ fi̴ǹd̷͈ Ma̸̯s̶ť̷e̸͎r̶̪ ̸à̶t̶͖ ̴͍t̵͉͝h̵͇e̵͙ H̶́͜Q̴ ̴̗o̸̙͘ḟ̴͖ ̶̮C̴̻̊r̷̺i̵̠̍ŝ̶̥s̵̝͒B̴̜̍ạ̸̈́b̶̼̌y̸̫͖͌̈́ ̶̣̈́D̷̯́i̶͖͝͠A̶̧̛͖p̶̢̊͑ḙ̸̊̒R̸̼͐̽ͅ ̸̣͒C̵̜̄͛ŏ̷̰̈́m̸̡̻̄P̶͎̓ả̴̱̃ͅN̸̩̪̿y̸̘̎̋y̴͓̌̇
Jane’s heart was racing as she read each cryptic message until the letters became too distorted to understand. She went to respond with “CB? What’s wrong?” However, when she tried to send the message, Discord gave a pop-up alert that PrincessCB’s account no longer existed.
Reading closely, Jane tried to decipher anything she could form from CB’s final messages. “W-Who the heck is Master?”
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Laura felt weightless as she walked through the office halls. At last, she had a confidant. Someone she could trust with her deepest, darkest desires. She couldn’t believe how lucky she was.
Laura’s happiness, however, would not go unnoticed. As she turned the corner, she bumped into her coworker, Rebecca, and nearly lost her balance. Thankfully, Rebecca was there to scoop her off of her feet before she could fall over. “Oh geez! T-thank you, Rebecca,” she said, a bit flustered to be in the arms of someone so beautiful and intimidating. Her eyes were locked on the floor as Rebecca returned her to her feet, “Sorry about that. My mind was elsewhere.”
“I could tell,” chuckled Rebecca as she placed a delicate hand on Laura’s shoulder, staring down at her like a hunter with its prey caught between its claws.
Laura stuttered, “Y-yeah, eheh, I-I promise to be more careful next time.” She cursed herself internally for giving such an immature response. She attempted to walk past her much taller coworker but was stopped as Rebecca sidestepped to stay in front of her.
“Not so fast. You were just in Jane’s office, correct?” asked Rebecca pointedly, her sultry tone sending shivers down Laura’s spine. The anxious office admin nodded rapidly, bringing a sharp smile to Rebecca’s lips. With a soft snicker, she went for the jugular, “Tell me, and do be honest, were you two talking about diapers?”
TO BE CONTINUED…