Addiction

Chapter 13
9 to 5

Today: Later in the morning. Noticeably late for work.

13. Workin’ 9 to 5

What a way to make a livin’

Barely getting’ by

It’ all takin’ and no givin’

They just use your mind

And they never give you credit

It’s enough to drive you

Crazy if you let it

-Dolly Parton; “9 to 5”

Damien snuck into the office building and made a bee-line for his cubicle. He heard the quiet rustling of his Depends with every step he took. He sheepishly waved to anyone who looked up to make eye contact with him. Thankfully, they just waved back and went back to their work as he passed.

He sat down at his desk, and logged onto his computer, huffing a sigh of relief. His relief, however, was short lived as Chad popped his head into Damien’s cubicle.

“Damien, you’re here,” Chad said, a hint of surprise in his voice. “Dude, what’s wrong? You look horrible.”

“No, I feel fine.” Damien insisted.

“Still, might’ve been a good day to call in sick.” Chad replied. “The boss wants to see you, and he is not happy.”

Damien huffed, and stood up from his seat. He’d just been getting comfortable. “Any chance he doesn’t know I’m here yet?”

Chad shook his head. “He knows, bro. He knows. I tried calling you, but your voicemail box was full.”

“Thanks for trying dude.” Damien shrugged.

“Just trying to look out for you, bro.” Chad clapped Damien on the shoulder. Damien trudged into the boss’s office, becoming increasingly aware of just how little the sweatpants hid his adult incontinence undergarment.

“Damien, come in,” the boss said waving him in. “Don’t bother sitting down, son. This won’t take long.” Damien gulped at that. The boss took a deep breath and exhaled, sending the little hairs of his mustache fluttering outward.

“Damien, you’ve been falling apart, lately.” The boss said. “The quality of your work and your personal appearance have taken a drastic turn for the worse over the last couple of months.” He gestured towards Damien’s pants. “You’re wearing sweatpants for gosh sakes! You wouldn’t even be allowed to wear those on casual Fridays!”

“Sorry sir,” Damien mumbled, his eyes darting to the floor in shame. He resisted the urge to fidget and drag his foot along the carpet; maybe turn it into a little game; anything to subdue the intense shame of being pulled into the boss’s office.

“Now, if you didn’t have any history with this company, or if you worked in customer service, I might have to let you go,” Damien’s boss went on. “Fortunately, you’re a behind the scenes guy, so I’m willing to give you a little bit of leeway. Frankly, I think this change in behavior might be the result of too much stress.”

“You could say that,” Damien muttered.

“Now,” the boss barreled on, “there’s an online seminar course that all employees are required to take by the end of the month. Do you know when that is?”

“Ummm…soon?” Damien hazarded a guess.

“Yeah…soon. Very soon! And you’re the only one who hasn’t finished it. Hell, according to our records, you haven’t even started it.” The Boss’s face was beginning to turn pink as the blood rushed to his head from anger. “Now normally, this is the part where I send you home, tell you to take the day off, and finish that course; but I’m gonna do you the favor of letting you do the course, here, at the office. If you take the whole day, you should be able to knock it out fairly easily.”

Damien nodded meekly.

“When you get to your desk, check your email,” the boss instructed. “There’s a link to the training site. It’s boring, but it’s easy. Just watch a couple of videos and then answer some multiple choice questions. Even on your worst day, which looks like today, you can take care of this easily. Now get going!”

Damien trudged out of the boss’s office. That could have been worse. He still had a chance, and with the Re-Lease still flowing through his system, even the most boring videos could be conquered in a jiffy.

Damien went back to his cubicle and checked his work email. He found the boss’s email with the link easily enough and then clicked on it. A window opened up and redirected him to a website.

Damien glanced at the title of the website: iwannamama.com

A video opened up and began playing. An image of the same blonde woman who had been haunting Damien’s dreams for the last three months popped up.

“Hey there, baby boy,” she cooed.

“Mama?” Damien whispered. He practically broke the mouse hitting the pause and stood up.

“Umm…Chad?!” he called out.

“Yeah?” Chad popped his head in from the next cubicle over.

“Is this the training video?” He pointed to the screen, where the frozen image of Mama was pouting her lips for the camera. Chad looked at the video, clearly disinterested.

“Yeah, looks like it,” Chad said matter-of-factly. “She kind of looks like a slightly prettier version of that lady from the insurance commercials, doesn’t she?

“Seriously?” Damien asked in disbelief.

“I mean, they’re obviously not the same person,” Chad defended his assertion, completely oblivious to Damien’s confusion. “But if you squint your eyes a little bit, they could pass for each other. Meh, maybe it’s just me.” Without another word, Chad shrugged and abandoned Damien to his computer.

“I’m glad he’s gone,” the woman from the computer said the moment Chad had left. “I want some quality time with my baby Damien.”

“The fuck?” Damien mouthed. How was this happening? He hadn’t even pressed play again. Now to make matters even more complicated, he found himself sitting down again, and unable to look away from the screen. He felt himself starting to lose his grip and self-control.

“Now, do you wanna see Mama’s titties?” The woman on the screen teased, unbuttoning the front of her dress to reveal two gorgeous, milky-white breasts.

Damien couldn’t help but nod. Those things were amazing, and his lips puckered as he imagined himself sucking on them. Blood rushed to his member just thinking about it, and part of him wished that she was more than just a woman in an office tutorial video.

“If baby wants to see his Mama’s titties, he has to do something for Mama.” She paused. “Start rubbing yourself through your diaper.” Damien immediately started doing as he was bid, the soft rustling of the Depends going in time with each stroke.

Mama took out one breast, and then the other and began to rub her nipples. “Uggh,” Damien heard himself moan. He didn’t know why, but this was so hot all of a sudden. This woman’s boobs were the greatest things of all time.

“Now, just think about all that you’ve been through, Damien, while you rub yourself.” Mama instructed. “Think of how embarrassed you were when you were walked in on with that teddy bear and spanked for taking off your diaper.” Damien rubbed a little harder, feeling the thick padding around his penis. “Think about how little- in a good way- you felt when I was feeding you in your high chair, and then how little you felt- in a humiliating way- when you wet your diaper right as you were insisting you didn’t need one.” Damien stroked a little faster.

“Now, think about how exposed and vulnerable you felt on the changing table in that public restroom right as I ripped the tapes off your diaper.” Damien began to go berserk on his crotch, his hand becoming a blur; his wrist cramping, but him not caring; he was fighting through the pain.

“Now think about how badly you wanted to suck the milk right out of my titties this morning,” Mama squeezed her breasts, and a little milk leaked from her nipples. “And think about how you wanted to make cummies in your diaper, and how you wanted me to change you this morning. Think about how you wanted to be little and cared for, and embarrassed, and exposed, and vulnerable. And Mama can give you all of those things, if you just…let…go!”

“Aaaaaghhh” Damien moaned as his eyes rolled back into his head. And for the first time in the waking world, Damien’s adult eyes closed, and infant eyes opened up in their place.

“Good baby,” she cooed. “Now when you’re done making cummies in your diaper, go pee-pee in your pants, okay?”

Damien nodded finished rubbing himself through his clothes and made cummies in his diaper like a good baby. As he closed his eyes, he felt a tingle in his mouth and a new, wetter warmth in his pants accompanied the warm stickiness of his semen. It made Damien smile. It felt good down there. If he hadn’t been so tired, he might start rubbing himself again.

“Good baby,” Mama cooed to him through the computer screen, as he drifted off to sleep, his thumb finding a comfortable space between two teeth near the top of his mouth.