The Dreamcaster: Chapter 12

RING RING RING RI—

“Hello! CrissBaby Diaper Company, this is Angie. How can I help you be the best Little you can be today?”

“Hi, my name is Jane and um…” Jane trailed off, unsure of how to proceed. After staring at PrincessCB’s message for several minutes, she finally deciphered what was scrambled. Go Find Master at the HQ of CrissBaby Diaper Company. She didn’t know what it meant, but she knew CB enough to know she’d never fake something like this.

Gritting her teeth, Jane continued, “...okay, I know I’m going to sound crazy, but please don’t hang up. A friend sent me a message before her account disappeared to find someone named Master at your company’s headquarters. Is there anyone there who goes by that name?”

Silence. She couldn’t even hear someone breathing on the other side of the call. She looked at her cellphone, noticing that the call was still going. “H-Hello?” she stuttered into her phone’s mic.

“How do you know my name, dearie?”

Jane froze, a cold sweat forming on her forehead. The voice on the other end of the line was not the same as the one who had initially answered. It was still female, but it was deeper and much icier. She’d only heard her say seven words, but the intimidation she felt was too sincere to be false, not to mention the condescension of calling her “dearie”. No doubt, this was a Big.

“Um, well…” Jane said instinctually, unable to string a coherent sentence together. Even with her brain boggled, though, she couldn’t let this woman hang up. “...t-the message! I…got a message from my friend to find you. Master that is!”

The voice on the other end chuckled, “A friend, huh? And what did this friend tell you to do once you got in contact?”

Having been talked down to enough by Sarah over the past weekend, Jane could recognize that Master, or whoever this was, did not seem to be taking her seriously. With her blood starting to boil, she responded, “I don’t know, okay?! Her messages started getting all corrupted and the last one she sent said to contact you! She said she needed your help!”

“Uh-huh, look, sweetheart, I’m a very busy woman. I don’t have time to play with-” said the woman on the phone, cutting herself off before finishing her sentence. The other end of the line was quiet for several seconds until her voice suddenly returned, “...shit. Shit! SHIT!”

CLICK!

Jane placed her phone on her desk and leaned back, taking in what had just happened. Whoever this Master person was dropped her high and mighty act pretty quick, so whatever was going on with her friend must’ve been serious. Still, she lived nowhere near the CrissBaby HQ, so this was the most she knew she could do. At least, it's as much as she could do without the ring.

Glancing at the locked drawer in her desk, Jane considered whether or not it was worth it to use the ring in a situation like this. What would she even do with it on? She had virtually no idea how to actually operate the ring. Despite her desire to help further, she decided to stay put, believing nothing good could come from putting that ring on again.

KNOCK KNOCK!

A sudden knock at the door brought Jane’s attention back to her job. She looked up at the clock on her wall. She was so enraptured with helping out CB that she had completely neglected her next patient for nearly fifteen minutes. However, just as she was about to call them in, the door opened. Instead of her patient, it was her colleague, Rebecca.

“Hey Jane, do you mind if we chat for a little bit? There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you about,” said Rebecca in a tone that reminded Jane very much of the “Master” she’d just spoken to.

Rebecca could literally be the best Big if she wanted to be, and Jane thanked her lucky stars she wasn’t wearing the ring when she thought that. “Sorry, Rebecca,” she said, standing up with her squelching diaper and meeting Rebecca near the door, “I’m swamped today and I’m already late with my next patient.”

“Oh, there’s no need to worry about that. I had Laura reschedule your appointment,” said Rebecca, a smirk forming on her face. She closed the door behind her and advanced into the center of the room, leaning against the front of Jane’s desk.

Confused, Jane asked, “W-Why would you do that?! I was about to call them in.”

“Because, Jane, I told you, I want to chat for a bit,” said Rebecca, her voice sounding much more pointed. She walked behind Jane’s desk and sat down, leaning back in the chair. She chuckled, “Do I need to clean your ears out or something?”

Jane blushed, marching over to her desk with a slight waddle in each step. “N-No! I can hear you just fine,” she said in defense of herself, only realizing after the sentence left her mouth that she was focusing on the wrong thing, “And I don’t really have time to chat.”

With all the chaos happening today, Jane hoped that would be enough to scoot Rebecca out of the way. Now that she didn’t have to worry about another patient, she could focus more on how to help CB, at least until Sarah arrived to pick her up.

However, Rebecca could only giggle at her assertion, “Busy with what, silly head? As far as I’m aware, your only obligation for the next forty minutes was to a client that’s already left.”

“Crap!” thought Jane, realizing that she couldn’t tell the truth without giving away her kinks. And if she tried to be cryptic and avoid details, no doubt Rebecca would dig for more info. Not to mention that her greatest skill was getting her patients to open up by luring them in with conversation. The longer they chatted, the worse this situation might get.

With no other ideas, Jane knew she had to make an excuse, even if it meant getting chased out of her own office. “Well, now that I’m not stuck in this office for another hour, I’m gonna run to the restroom and head home early. I’ve got errands to run on my way, so this’ll keep me from staying out too late,” she lied, patting herself on the back for being so quick on her feet. She could hang out in a stall for a few minutes and let Rebecca go about her day. Then, she could pack up without prying eyes and head out.

Unfortunately for Jane, her co-worker already knew too much. “Oh, Jane, you and I both know there’s no need for that, “said Rebecca, sending chills down Jane’s spine. She gestured over to the patient’s chair, ushering Jane to sit down, “After all, you’re already wearing your restroom. Why don’t you have a seat?”

Jane’s mind and body had gone totally numb. Laura knowing was bad enough. Rebecca finding out was full-on, DEFCON 1, impending nuclear demise, kind of shit. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.

With a soft snicker, Rebecca stood up and approached Jane, her eyes locked on Jane’s waist. Jane tried to retreat, but could only muster one step backward. Once she was close enough, Rebecca bent down slightly and stuck her hand underneath Jane’s skirt, placing a hand on the front of her once equal co-worker’s very soaked diaper. “At least you were honest about one thing, you are definitely swamped.”

Jane squeaked and recoiled in response, stumbling back on unsteady legs before falling onto her padded tush. Simultaneously, her skirt flipped up, displaying her extremely damp and childish-looking diapers to Rebecca in all their glory. She quickly sat up and flipped her skirt down, but the damage was already done. Her professional career and the respect of her colleagues were forever to be a thing of the past.

Surprisingly, though, Rebecca didn’t laugh or cover her face or flinch in disgust. Instead, she knelt down to be at Jane’s eye level and placed a warm hand on her cheek, “No wonder your wife had to walk you into work this morning. Did you even notice how full your diaper had gotten?”

Shaking like a chihuahua, Jane nodded her head. “I-I did,” she stuttered, her mind having trouble focusing on anything more than Rebecca soft palm coddling her chin. Even though she was fully monogamous, she couldn’t deny that this was one of her all-time fantasies playing out in real-time.

Wait! The ring! This really WAS her fantasy playing out in real-time! She must’ve daydreamed about Rebecca making her Little at some point, causing her to take on a caregiver persona. She tried to rush off towards her desk, hoping that by putting the ring back on, she could change what was happening, but Rebecca was faster than her, grabbing her wrist before she could get out of reach.

“Hey now! Where do you think you’re running off to, little one?” said Rebecca in a jokingly authoritative tone. And, try as Jane might, her weak, skinny arms were no match for Rebecca’s size. Jane pulled as hard as she could, trying to push Rebecca’s hand away to no avail. Eventually, Rebecca tired of Jane’s games and stood up with her short colleague’s wrist in hand.

Jane was stretched upward onto her tiptoes, refusing to give up on escaping Rebecca’s metaphorical and literal grasp. “Rebecca, you have to let me go! I need to get something from my—WHOOOAAAA!”

In one fluid motion, Rebecca pulled Jane forward so that their faces were mere inches from each other. She squinted at Jane, a rush of superiority coursing through her veins. She didn’t know what had gotten into herself, but she liked how forceful she was getting. With a voice as smooth as honey, she made her intentions crystal clear, “I’ve had enough of your attitude, missy. If you continue to misbehave, I’ll have no choice but to punish you. And just so you know, from now on, that’s Miss Rebecca to you.”

TO BE CONTINUED...