The Dreamcaster: Chapter 2
“See you in two weeks!” said Jane as she waved goodbye to her last patient for the week. Her sitting posture instantly dissipated the moment that her office door clicked shut. She may have loved her job, but that didn’t stop Friday from always feeling antagonistically long.
Shifting in her seat, Jane felt her damp pamper squish between her thighs, “Oh geez, I didn’t think I wet THAT much.” She prodded at the padding to assess the damage. This only resulted in jump-starting her sex drive. She pinched the back of her wrist, trying to calm herself down. She was so close to going home, so she had no need to make herself horny right now.
Making everything worse was the fact that Jane’s incredibly small bladder had already refilled and was begging to be emptied once more. This was typically a feature of her anatomy that she loved, but due to the present state of her pull-up, another wetting would almost certainly guarantee a leak. Sacrilege or not, she knew she needed to use the toilet before leaving work.
Standing up, Jane was confronted with a new problem. The bulge of her swollen pull-up was slight, but the front of her diaper was still prominent enough to be noticeable upon closer examination. She contemplated if it was worth it to change or not. She didn’t want to get caught on her way out of the office with a large diaper ballooning out her skirt, but she always loved to have Mommy change her when she got home. She bit her lip, feeling very conflicted.
Lightbulb!
Seeing her mostly finished cup of coffee, Jane had an idea that was both genius and, at the same time, fairly stupid. She poured the leftover java onto her skift. She then removed her jacket from the back of her chair and tied it around her waist. Now, if anyone asked, she’d just say she spilled on herself. And the jacket did a great job hiding the bulk, so there was virtually no chance anyone would notice.
With her diaper now camouflaged, Jane powered down her computer, grabbed her Hello Kitty lunchbox, and locked up for the night. As she walked through the hallway, she thumbed through her notifications, spying a new message from PrincessCB.
PrincessCB See ya! I’ll probably still be on later if you wanna chat more If not, have a fun weekend, ya big baby! 💕
The message, while made with kind intentions, was drenched in melancholy for Jane. She was still feeling a little down after Mommy’s bad news. She mentally debated whether or not to bring it up to CB, ultimately deciding that she could use the comfort.
BabyJane Hey, you might hear from me a bit more this weekend. Sarah’s gonna be working all weekend, so bab time is postponed
“Jane!”
Hearing her own name, Jane snapped to attention, stopping in the doorway of the office belonging to her friend and colleague, the real Dr. Rebecca Thronton. Though, she was no less gorgeous or intimidating in person. Her ruby red lips smacked as she smiled. “No need to be a stranger, silly, come in! I need your opinion on something,” she said, teasing Jane’s frozen stature.
Jane gulped hard. She glanced down the hallway, where the little girl’s room was calling for her. Turning back towards Rebecca, she did her best to be democratic, “Hey Rebecca! I’d love to chat, but do you mind if I use the potty real quick?”
“The potty?” snickered Rebecca, who was visibly amused by Jane’s choice of words.
If Jane wasn’t blushing before, she certainly was now. Of course, she’d slip up in front of Rebecca. Entering her co-worker’s office, she fumbled over her words to explain away the sudden childish turn in vocabulary, “I-I was just...it was my last client! They have a problem potty- A potty problem! And they use that word, so I was subsequently using it too and-”
“Jane, Jane, slow down,” said Rebecca calmly, as she stood up and approached her frantic friend. She placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and guided her towards the black, pleather patients’ chair, “I was messing with you. No need to get so flustered.”
The weight of Rebecca’s smirk was nearly too much for Jane to bear. How did she always know how to make her feel so Little? She felt like a kid in the principal’s office. Tightly clutching her cartoon lunchbox was doing nothing for her maturity. She did her best to change the subject, “So, uh, what did you call me in here for?”
“Oh yes!” said Rebecca, who’d nearly forgotten why she’d call Jane over in the first place, “Are you at all familiar with kink?”
Jane wanted to die. How, out of every subject in the entire universe, did it have to be kink?! This was a loaded question if there ever was one. “Uhh...not really,” lied Jane, unaware that her eye contact was all over the room.
Someone who was aware, though, was Rebecca. She raised her eyebrow, not buying Jane’s meek response for a second. She’d always wondered if her work bestie had a sexy secret, and she was almost certain. She didn’t want to scare Jane off, however, as she did actually have a legitimate question. She needed to play this coy, “Well, off the record, this is more of a personal question. My sister found some less than savory photos on her son’s phone. I’ve tried to explain that it’s perfectly natural for boys his age to explore many different interests, but my sister is adamant that the specific porn he is seeking out is unhealthy. She sent me one of the photos from his phone, and well, I’d like a second opinion.”
Rebecca offered her phone forward to Jane, stopping just before she handed it off, “Oh! Be warned, it’s pretty bizarre and extremely graphic.”
At this point, Jane was feeling so unlucky that she wouldn’t be surprised if it was ABDL porn. As she took the phone though, she was relieved to see a hentai panel depicting a schoolgirl with a penis being assaulted by tentacles. Not exactly the thing she’d expect to be seen on a Friday afternoon, but not as bad as it could’ve been. She relaxed a bit as the focus was thankfully no longer on her. “In my professional opinion, there’s nothing here that I would deem necessarily harmful to a developing brain.”
“And what would your personal option be?” asked Rebecca, leaning against her bookshelf.
Jane sat back and thought for a moment. In all honesty, she’d seen way worse shit when she was a teenager, not that she’d ever dream of telling that to Rebecca. Still, she had no intentions of throwing the poor, pubescent boy under the bus, “It’s just a drawing, Rebecca. Your nephew is fineeeeeee!”
Stabbing pain spread throughout Jane’s abdomen as her bladder was nearing its limit. She crossed her legs and locked her thighs together, squelching the diaper beneath her.
“Are you okay?!” Rebecca said, rushing over to Jane’s side.
Jane waved away her caring friend, thinking up a lie quickly, “I’m good, I...just started my cramps this month and-”
“Ah! Say no more,” said Rebecca, who was seemingly more than satisfied with that excuse, “We can talk more tomorrow. Thank you so much for talking me through this, by the way. I think I’ll just tell my sister to let boys be boys on this one.” She exhaled a couple of chuckles.
With permission given, Jane had no reason to hang around anymore and risk an all-out accident. She bolted for the door, waving goodbye as she waddled out, “Have a good one, Rebecca.”
Just as she was about to round the corner at the door frame, Rebecca called out, “Hey Jane, one last thing.” Her words stopped Jane in her tracks. She smirked, “Has anyone ever told you that you blush way too much for an experimental clinician?”
Jane came close fainted on the spot. She nearly stuttered out a morbidly defensive response, before realizing it would be far easier to just play it off as the joke it probably was. “Oh, whatever,” she said with a slight shakiness to her voice. She stuck her tongue out at Rebecca before exiting stage right.
Rebecca giggled at how youthful Jane always acted. She may have only been about a decade older than Jane, but their age gap felt much wider at times. She was about to start gathering up her stuff for the night when she noticed something off.
In her patients’ chair, directly where Jane’s butt was resting, sat a few small droplets of liquid. She grabbed a tissue and mopped up the dark, leathery surface, assuming that her co-worker’s time of the month must’ve caught her off guard. However, as she lifted the tissue, her eyes were met with distinctly yellow stains, and not red. Her mind thought back to Jane’s wardrobe, remembering that a jacket had been tied around her waist for some reason.
“Hmmm...very interesting…” she said smugly.
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Jane trudged to her car, her diaper stuffed with paper towels to prevent as much leaking as possible. Unfortunately, despite making it inside of the women’s restroom on time, she’d failed to yank her pull-ups down with enough haste to avoid a second accident. Her thin, insufficient diaper never stood a chance. This was just not her day.
As Jane got into her car, she eased back in her seat, allowing herself to destress before hitting the road. She pulled out her phone, ready to call her wife when she noticed that PrincessCB had already responded.
PrincessCB Oh no! Sorry to hear that Jane You deserve your bab time!
Jane felt tears welling up. The last few hours had been so hard on her that even the slightest bit of empathy was enough to start up the waterworks. She typed back, smiling.
BabyJane Thanks CB <3 Gotta drive, I’ll text you when I get home! Besides, I have to tell you all about the run in I just had with Miss Rebecca 🥵
Jane giggled, using the nickname that Rebecca’s kid patients often referred to her as. She always thought it was the most adorable thing, especially the way they’d lisp “Miwth Webecca,” which was something her pal, CB, love to emulate.
PrincessCB Awww! Baby Jane went to see Miwth Webecca? How adorable! I can’t wait
BabyJane Oh shush lol! Brb~
Starting up her engine, Jane was starting to feel a bit better. It wasn’t like her relaxing weekend was completely a bust. She’d still get her bath, plus she could pad up until Monday morning! Beaming with newfound positivity, she put her car in gear and headed towards home.
TO BE CONTINUED...