The Dreamcaster: Chapter 9

CRISSIEBABY UPDATE: I will be going on a short hiatus from January 2nd through 7th, as I will be updating my Patreon tiers! Prices will not be shifting, but there are some new perks that I can't wait to show you! The Interactive Story Club will not be affected by my hiatus. Thank you all so much for your support throughout 2021, and I look forward to keeping you entertained next year! 💕

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, domination, age regression, and other ABDL themes. If you haven’t read Chapter 1 and want to catch up, check out the link in the description. I hope you enjoy!

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CBPrincess: Heyyo!

CBPrincess: Can’t wait to hear all about your weekend 😜

CBPrincess: You there?

Crissie sat at her desk impatiently. After her “rewrites,” she knew she probably wouldn’t hear much from Jane for the rest of the weekend. However, today was clearly Monday…probably…and as such, she should’ve been back at work.

“Maybe she’s just really busy today…” thought Crissie. It wouldn’t be the first time Jane was AFK all day due to too many appointments. Still, the timing seemed too perfect. Soon, Crissie’s kinky brain started wondering if Baby Jane was just being bashful about her glorious weekend. “...or, maybe she just needs a little push.”

Tabbing over to her journal again, Crissie got to work writing with one goal in mind, to give Jane the bestest, blushiest day of her adult baby life. “Hmmm…nothing too heavy-handed. Just a little nudge to take the edge off.”

Baby Jane was feeling a bit anxious at work. And much like any time she was anxious, her bladder would strain in protest, begging to be emptied into a diaper. She knew once she wet herself, her anxieties would melt away, but stubborn Jane was too much of a brat to give in so easily. Little did the little Little know that her office was filled with caregivers and diaper lovers who wanted nothing more than to see her pampers filled…

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“A-again?!”

Jane was getting furious. She hadn’t even been at the office for two full sessions and she had already wet herself thrice. Even the slightest movement caused her sopping wet diapers to shift in a way that was as arousing as it was frustrating. She did her best to resist a fourth wetting, but it was as if her bladder had shrunk to the size of an acorn, yet held even more than it did before. An anomaly for sure, but with how the past few days had been, it was par for the course.

Biting her lip, Jane couldn’t help but grind against her chair every now and then, indulging the side of herself that wanted nothing more than to drop everything and moosh her diaper until she climaxed at least a half dozen times. Sadly, she knew her schedule would be booked until lunch. If she kept wetting as she did though, she wasn’t sure her diaper would even make it.

As Jane sat in her therapist’s chair with her clipboard in hand, she did her best to act calmly for her patient. Normally, she was diligent and attentive, but the best she could offer today was generic questions, as her mind was obviously elsewhere.

Thankfully, Jane’s patient was too wrapped up in their own issues to notice how much she was fidgeting in her seat. Her hands couldn’t stop playing with anything she could get her hands on as if she had the energy and attention span of a real toddler. The small hole in the chair, the hem of her dress, the ring on her finger, it was as if her hands had a mind of their…

Wait…the ring! “Holy shit,” muttered Jane out loud, taking her patient by surprise for a moment. She didn’t seem to care, though, as her focus was all in on the silver ring that decorated her hand. Memories of what the genie had said filled her mind. This wasn’t just some normal, hunk-of-junk, antique ring. Ever since she’d put it on, her life had spiraled into chaos. She moved to twist the ring off of her finger.

“I-Is our time up, Jane?” asked Jane’s patient, avoiding direct eye contact.

Their voice snapped Jane out of her head. She quickly composed herself, leaving the ring on her hand and checking the time, “My apologies. Our time is up. Thank you for coming today.” She sat forward to get up, her seat squelching loudly beneath her. Years of wearing in public had helped her get over the mental hurdle of believing others could hear her diapers, but that didn’t make the moment any less embarrassing. She’d never been this wet with a patient present before, so her anxiety was only rising with each small crinkle.

*hsssssssssss*

As Jane ushered her patient out the door and closed it behind her, she felt an intense wave of relief wash over her, unaware of the added liquid nestling itself inside of her diaper. It was so warm and full already that it wasn’t all that surprising.

Having only ten minutes between sessions definitely wouldn’t give her enough time to change into a dry diaper and get all her supplies put away in time, so the best she could do right now is…curb her stimulation, as it were. She returned to her desk, pulling up some of her favorite diaper erotic.

As Jane prepped everything, she noticed she had a handful of unread Discord messages, PrincessCB no doubt. She’d have to answer them soon and tell CB all about her wild weekend, but she needed to get this over with quickly, not prolong her horniness with bratty teasing.

Grabbing her keys and unlocking the bottom drawer of her desk, Jane reached in and grabbed the small pocket vibrator that she had hidden away for just such an occasion. Pushing the vibrator against the crotch of her diaper, Jane's mind started to slip into pure horny brain. She leaned back in her chair, one hand on her computer mouse and the other causing euphoric ripples to move throughout her plastic nappy.

However, while her buzzy friend was usually no issue for her pull-ups, the sheer thickness of the diapers she was wearing, mixed with how swollen they were, made it very difficult to feel much of anything. She felt even more teased and frustrated than she did when she was just sitting.

Grabbing the waistband of her diaper, Jane contemplated sticking her hand inside and stimulating her clit with the vibrator directly. No doubt she’d be dealing with a piss-scented hand for the rest of the morning. Still, she w̶á̷sn̷’̵̮t ẗḧ̵͎́a̴̢t̷ d̵̞̆é̴͍ṣ̷̅p̸͎͗e̷̦̚ṙ̸͙ǎ̶̳t̴̘̉e̷ ̷̪t̴̲̓h̴͙̐ä̷͙́t̶̘̎ ̶͇͆s̵̊ͅh̶̲͗ë̶́ͅ’̸͕̓d̶̟̆

Jane was so desperate to get herself off that she plunged her hand deep inside of her diaper without a second thought, nuzzling the vibrator up against her kitten without a second thought. Soft moans escaped her lips, muffled by the part of herself that wanted to still have a job tomorrow. She began to slip down in her chair, getting her hand in just the right place to-

*KNOCK KNOCK!*

“Jane? Do you have a second?” asked Laura, already knowing the answer. Jane’s last patient just left and her next one was still in the waiting room. Opening the door, she looked down at the floor, her face red to the core. Not that she’d seen what Jane was up to, this was just how the shy office admin was.

Jane was similarly red sitting on the other side of the room, though clearly for a much different reason. The moment the door knocked, she nearly slid out of her seat in panic. Her hand retracted from her diaper with such haste that she stupidly left the vibrator humming away in her diaper, unable to do anything but grin and bear it until her nosy co-worker left. “H-hey Laura! W-what can I help you with?”

With steps as small as a mouse, Laura meekly made her way over to the chair across from Jane’s and sat down, much to Jane’s chagrin. “So…uhhh…I was wondering if I could…ask you about something?” she said, as timidly as possible.

This was why Jane loved to imagine her in diapers. Shifting in her chair, Jane did her best to separate her nether regions from the frantic toy in her pampers. Unfortunately, after how many wettings she’d had, the padding was so bulky that there was no way to get enough separation.

With her head arched down, Laura spoke softly, yet pointedly, “A-are you…wearing a diaper?”

Jane could feel her heart in her throat. She wanted to deny it. To call Laura crazy and laugh it off. But…she couldn’t. No matter what she did, it was like her voice had gone out on her. She was a deer in headlights, with the busy vibrator gluing her to the road with no escape.

Laura quickly backpedaled, seeing the terror in Jane’s eyes, “Oh no! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to embarrass you!” Her hands were fidgeting like no tomorrow. She took a deep breath, “I-I think it’s…kinda cute.”

Still, a touch petrified by her colleague’s grand slam of a first question, Laura’s final remark nearly sent Jane into a mental tailspin. Did her co-worker really just say she thought Jane wearing a diaper was cute? Regaining a bit of composure, she straightened up in her seat, ignoring the rustling and buzzing noises that accompanied her movement, “L-Laura…I…don’t think this is an appropriate conversation for the workplace.” Internally, she was patting herself on the back for her professional response.

However, guilt soon set in as Jane watched Laura’s expression turn sour. It was obvious to her that Laura clearly had something on her mind, “I-I’m not trying to make you feel bad or anything. You're speaking to a therapist, so of course, you can always tell me what’s on your mind.”

Laura’s eyes lit up, “Really?” It was the response she was genuinely hoping to receive, but too afraid to ask for.

Jane wasn’t sure why, but she could already feel herself regretting what she was about to say, “Absolutely, you can tell me anything.” She was kicking herself for not sending Laura packing already. Her breath grew heavier and heavier by the second. If this kept on, she’d be orgasming in front of her co-worker in no time.

Meanwhile, Laura was blissfully unaware of Jane’s erotic predicament. Still, it was a workday, and she had no time to dilly dally. She braced herself for impact, steading her voice, “Is it weird that I find diapers arousing?”

TO BE CONTINUED…