Dream Girl - Part 3 (Patreon)

Mathilda squirmed, her face warm and red as she did her very best to concentrate on what her manager was telling her... But all she could think about was how much she wished she had her pacifier with her, and how warm another part of her was feeling at the same time, as she was scolded... And wet. 

Of course, being wet was something she'd had to get used to lately. She was so grateful for Marlon, suggesting she wear Pull-Ups, and even buying them for her... Now that she had them, she'd started peeing her pants more and more often. Was there something wrong with her, or was it because she knew she didn't have to worry about making wet spots that everyone at the office could see anymore?

At first, she'd thought it had to be the second, though Marlon told her he hadn't heard of anything that would explain it, so it would be a waste to go to the doctor unless she started showing other symptoms. And then, the longer she spent in her new undies, the more she started to lean towards the latter explanation anyway.

There was no need to rush to the bathroom, if she had some protection, and the training panties could hold a decent amount... And, if she was being totally honest, there was something fun about feeling the padding fill up with urine, feeling it grow warm and squishy beneath her.... It was hard to sit still after she used them, hard to keep from squirming around, feeling it rub against her privates... Especially on the days when she wore the bodysuit Marlon had bought for her, which kept the Pull-Up snug against her...

The first time she'd had an orgasm in them, it had been a total accident. Her Pull-Up had been wet, and she'd been squirming at her desk chair, as usual, enjoying the sensation... And then, without meaning to, she'd moved in just the right way, a tiny gasp escaping her throat as a very, very good feeling ran through her like a bolt of lightning. She blushed, ducking her head, hoping nobody else had noticed the sound she'd made, but, after a few moments, when nobody came to see what was going on, she had to try it again... And again...

Before she'd realized what was going on, she'd humped her way to a climax, her thumb firmly shoved into her mouth, thankfully muffling the loudest of her moans. It had been embarrassing, of course, sitting there, basking in the afterglow in the middle of work, head spinning from the thought of what she'd done... And how incredible it had been.

"I was so worried someone had seen," she'd confessed to Marlon that night. "I-I really thought they were going to report it, and I was going to get sent to the manager's office, and..." She blushed, too flustered to continue. 

"And what?" Marlon had urged. "Did you think that you were going to get punished?" Mathilda gave a tiny shrug, grabbing for her paci, popping it back into her mouth, where it had been before her boyfriend had gotten home. "Do you think you deserve it?" She sucked harder, cheeks burning. "Maybe you should ask him for a punishment next time... That's hardly appropriate workplace behavior, is it?"

Ever since then, it had been difficult to get the image of her manager taking her into his office, bending her over his desk, lifting her skirt to spank her, only to find a sodden Pull-Up underneath out of her head... She had never found him particularly attractive, yet, he was an authority figure, and that, in and of itself, was suddenly far more appealing to her...

Which had led her here, having been called into her manager's office for a 'talk', fresh out of changing herself out of a soggy Pull-Up. She'd very nearly peed it again, finding him waiting at her desk for her... And, as she sat in the chair in front of his desk, being scolded, she'd felt it growing wet in a very different way, her fantasies all rushing back to her, making it hard to concentrate on what he was actually reprimanding her about. 

As far as she could tell, he was unhappy with the amount of work she'd been doing lately, and the quality of it, all of which had, admittedly, been suffering as she spent more of her time at the office thinking more about her Pull-Ups, and the state of them, and how much she wished she was at home so she could hump a pillow in them in peace... And, occasionally, thinking too hard about that and - as quietly and discretely as possible - masturbating at her desk instead. 

Finally, her manager stopped talking, looking at her expectantly, clearly wanting a response. She knew she ought to say she was sorry, and she was going to work harder... But Marlon's suggestion was all she could think about.

"I've been really naughty," she confessed, her thumb snaking its way up to her mouth, where she nibbled on it playfully. "You should probably do something about that, huh?"

"Excuse me?" he furrowed his brow.

She'd assumed he would be rougher, yanking her out of her chair, pushing her down over the desk, but, when he didn't move, she decided she could do it for him. "I understand," she assured him. "I deserve this." She got up, bending herself forward, brushing his papers aside. "Naughty girls need spankings, or they'll never learn their lessons... So, go ahead. Teach me."

She giggled, wiggling her bottom, feeling the padding grow warmer as she stared up at him, expecting him to take her up on her offer, and fulfill her fantasy, at any moment...

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"A-And he fired me!" she sniffed, rubbing her eyes. "C-Can you believe that?!"

Marlon was silent for a moment, looking down at her in the outfit she'd crawled into as soon as she was home for comfort. It was another gift he'd given her, a footed sleeper that was very cozy to sleep in, or just to lounge around the house, although it did make it much harder to get to the bathroom on time... Not that she minded that too much, honestly.

"Well," he said finally, appearing to be picking his words carefully, "I kind of can, yes."

"What?!" Mathilda glowered at him. "You're supposed to take my side!"

"That was just a silly thing to do," he told her. "I know you had that little fantasy, but it wasn't very smart to try to make it happen in real life, now was it?"

Mathilda's eyes widened. How dare he tell her that?! He was the one who had suggested it! Had he been joking? She thought back, trying to remember his tone, to try to decipher it. It was difficult to recall, exactly, her memories a bit foggy, but she was certain he'd meant it... Surely she would have been able to tell the difference. "You said I should do it!" she reminded him angrily.

"What are you talking about?" he chuckled, Mathilda only getting more upset at how casually he laughed it off. "Why would I tell you to do that?"

"You did!" she stomped her foot, though, in the footed sleeper, the sound of the impact was hardly impressive. 

He sighed, shaking his head. "Matty," he looked in her eyes, "why would I tell you to have another man discipline you? If anyone was going to do that, don't you think I'd want to do it myself?"

She swallowed, blushing. "I-I guess," she said uncertainly. That did make sense... "I-I really thought you said that."

"It's all right," he smiled at her. "You've had a stressful day..."

She promised Marlon she'd look for another job, but the thought of filling out a bunch of applications online was so boring, she couldn't bring herself to do it; she couldn't even bring herself to go out and get their shopping done on her own, preferring to sit around the house and watch cartoons until her Pull-Ups were nearly leaking. She knew she should at least be watching news, staying informed, however, any time she switched over, she could feel her eyes glazing over.

She always felt bad when Marlon got home, and she'd accomplished nothing for the day. He was so sweet, telling her it was okay, that she should take all the time she needed to recover from getting fired before jumping back into anything. Besides, wasn't it fun to go shopping together?

She wouldn't have necessarily called it fun, but there was a new thrill to it now, going to the store with him, a Pull-Up beneath her short skirts - which she could wear whenever she wanted now, without worrying about breaking the office's dress code - and a fresh package in the shopping cart, wondering if everyone walking by them knew that they were for her...

It was on one of those trips that she spotted the bananas. She had, of course, seen bananas before, but something about them this time made her stop, blush, her thumb trailing up towards her mouth. "What's wrong?" Marlon asked her. "Do you want those?"

She really did, even if she couldn't quite articulate why. She felt too bashful to so much as nod her head, but, apparently, he was picking up on her signals anyway, picking out a large bunch of them and putting them into the cart, next to her training panties. She usually tried to keep from sucking her thumb in public, even though she spent most of her time at home with her pacifier in her mouth now, yet it stayed there the rest of the shopping trip, looking at the fruit.

After they were home, her shyness didn't wear off. Even with nobody else around, she couldn't quite bring herself to eat them, something about it feeling wrong. After a few days, Marlon confronted her about it.

"You haven't even touched these," he pointed out. "You were begging for these in the store, and they're going to go to waste!"

"I-I didn't beg," she told him, pretty sure she hadn't said anything at all... But not positive.

"You were begging," he reiterated. "I'm happy to get you whatever you like, Matty, but if you're not going to eat them... I mean, you aren't exactly bringing in any money yourself anymore, are you?"

"I-I'm trying," she fibbed, even though she hadn't applied for a single new job in the past week. "A-And I'll eat them, I promise!"

"Okay," he said. "Then do it now."

She blushed as he tore one off from the bunch, handing it to her. She held it in her hands for a moment before she started to peel it, the very sight of it making her feel strange inside... She took a nibble, but as soon as it was close to her mouth, she was only wondering how much she could fit inside of her at once, how far she could get it down her throat... She didn't want to try it with Marlon there, watching, though she couldn't stop her hand from slipping, pushing it in and out, a couple times... And, the next day, when she had one for lunch, she fully gave into it.

So, a couple days later, when he called her into the bedroom, and had her kneel down next to the bed, between his spread legs, she only had one thing in mind for what the 'treat' he promised her would be. Normally, she would never have considered giving him a blowjob, wouldn't have wanted to unless it was a special occasion, but, like with the idea of her manager spanking her, the thought kept returning to her...

She squirmed, staring at the crotch of his shorts, embarrassed at how she could almost call the feeling coming over her 'hunger', like she not only was okay with this, but wanted it, needed it... And then, to her surprise, he picked up a baby bottle from his bedside table.

"I've been talking to the doctor," he said, "and he thought there were some vitamins and supplements that might help you with your little problem..."

Problem? It took Mathilda a moment to realize he was talking about her pants-wetting, even though she was in a Pull-Up even then, and hadn't been in real panties for at least a month. Her cheeks darkened, recognizing the issue was that, somehow, she was no longer seeing that as a problem, just a fact of life.

"There were so many of them, I thought it would be easiest to give them to you like this." He indicated the bottle, then, as Mathilda blushed deeper, he tilted it forward, holding it for her, in front of her face, their positions almost making it look as if it was coming from his crotch.

It had to be a coincidence... Perhaps the doctor had told him it was best if she got whatever was in the bottle while it was in that position, above her head and looking down, and it was easiest to do that from here, instead of him having to hold it in the air... Of course, he was enough taller than her that it wouldn't have been that big of a deal, but she shook her head, dismissing that thought. He knew best... Didn't he?

"O-Okay, Daddy," she nodded, not noticing what she'd called him as she leaned forward, wrapping her mouth around the bottle's nipple, hanging there between his legs, eagerly, instinctively, starting to nurse. "Whatever you say..."