Mommy Time Plus - Part 13 (Patreon)

It was an odd feeling sitting at his desk while the hustle and bustle of the adult office buzzed around him. Victor knew he was in an infantile onesie and thick diaper. Victor knew he had a pacifier in his pocket, and he knew that he had wet at least once already that morning. Victor felt incredibly self-conscious at this moment, a humiliation brought on by himself because the reality was, no one knew or cared about what he was wearing under his clothes except for himself.

“Victor?” A woman’s voice broke him from his thoughts.

Victor looked up to see a currier from the area holding a bag around her shoulder. “Yes?”

“I’m Marissa, and I’m here to see if you needed a change?”

Victor glanced around cautiously. “Don’t be so loud,” he hissed, praying no one heard her.

But Marissa laughed. “No one can hear me; this office is too loud. Who would have thought we’d be back in loud offices this soon after the pandemic.” She motioned towards Victor. “Come on baby, follow me.”

Victor nodded and tentatively stood to his feet. He felt slightly uneasy because his diaper was so swollen. Luckily, the plastic pants and onesie kept everything in place. Victor couldn’t believe he was actually grateful for the baby onesie he was wearing under his dress shirt.

Marissa led Victor back towards the Wellness room in the office. The room was a private one but set right near a busy corridor. Once inside, the noise of the office calmed down a little bit. However, Victor could still hear people negotiating contracts, yelling about communication strategies and being quite aggressive about life in general.

“Okay, let’s check this diapee of yours!” Marisa pulled off his dress shirt entirely and placed it on a hook in the wall and removed his dress pants as well. She then proceeded to unlock his plastic pants and remove them. Victor hasn’t realized how much he had wet during the course of the morning. His diaper was bulging in all directions, the plastic pushed to the max in some cases. There was a severe discoloration in the back area where a clearly dehydrated adult baby had filled up his diaper. Marissa to her credit, smushed the diaper a bit and said he had been a “good baby” for wetting his diapers.

Strangely enough, Victor felt pretty good when she called him a good baby, but did it best not to show it. But he could still hear the footsteps of people bustling around outside, negotiating contracts and all and all, doing adult things. And there he was, standing in the office, with Marisa, his bulging diaper waiting to be changed.

Marissa did what most people in the league of mommies had done all month that he’d been with them and laid out a changing mat and pulled out the powder and baby lotion. She had Victor lay down and changed him. It was an unusual feeling, Victor trapped in an act so infantile as the adult world buzzed around him. What made it worse was he was trapped in more ways than one. His cock was still locked up, the padlock on the outside jingling as he wiggled on top of the fresh new diaper. Marissa for her part, just kept making baby noises at him, sprinkling powder not just on his groin area, but Victor’s chest as well. She mentioned needing him to smell like a baby in case he forgot his place in the office.

“You are, after all, the office baby,” she grinned, booping him on the nose.

But she wasn’t done. Leaving his onesie on the floor, she sat down in the maternity chair, an enormous soft chair in the middle of the room, and gestured for him to come forward. “It’s time for your daily feeding.”

Victor’s stomach boiled. “No.” He said. There was no way he was fucking doing that.

“No?” Marissa asked, a soft grin coming across her face. “Are you sure you want to say no, Victor?” She looked lazily at the door where just outside, the adult world was buzzing around them. Victor was highly aware of the fact that this woman held all the chips at this moment. She could open the door, exposing Victor, all of him as the baby he was. He’d be able to explain the diapers… that would be easy enough. But the baby supplies scattered across the floor and the pacifier around his neck… shit. There’d be no way HR wouldn’t drag him in for a “conversation” that would no doubt lead to him to termination.

“I could always just… open the door if that would be what you prefer.” Marissa stood up and started walking to the door.

Victor shook his head. “No, I’m sorry. Fine, just… don’t.”

Marissa grinned and sat back in the chair and slowly unbuttoned her dress shirt, her breasts finally freed from the confines of the shirt. Victor had never fantasized about Adult Baby shit had to admit that this moment felt erotic. Her breasts were gorgeous, just sitting there, like teardrops waiting for him to come closer.

Marissa said in her low voice, “Come on baby… it’s lunchtime.”

Victor crinkled over to her and sat down on her waiting lap. Marissa cradled his head in her arms and guided him to her waiting breast. He opened his mouth reluctantly and started to suck.

“Relax your mouth baby,” Marissa cooed into his ear. Her soft voice forced the hair on the back of his neck to stand up as his penis throbbed in the cage. He followed her direction and to his surprise, felt some liquid hit his tongue. He stopped moving.

“Keep going baby, you have a long way to go.”

The milk tasted sweet in his mouth, almost like white chocolate. In fact, it was slightly thick too. It coated his mouth with the taste of happiness, and he could feel it hitting his stomach, filling him up quickly.

His cage throbbed again.

Victor continued sucking more and more until Marissa finally had him switch breasts so he was sucking the other one. Victor’s stomach felt like it was going to burst at this point, but she held his head down so he couldn’t do anything but suck over and over.

Finally, she let him come up for air.

Victor felt bloated, his stomach churned. Marissa took him and turned him so she could pat his back. Victor burped and she rubbed his back. For some reason, Victor felt completely full, as if he’d eaten a full meal.

“Good boy.” Marissa smiled and helped him get dressed again. As she snapped his onesie shut, she handed him a pill. “Come on, take this.”

Victor looked at the pill skeptically. “What is it?”

“It’s the mess pill, silly.” Marissa locked the plastic pants shut and began to pull up his office pants. “You need to mess at least once a day, and this will make sure you do so.”

Victor put the pill in his mouth, knowing better than to argue with her.

After pulling on his dress shirt, he placed the pacifier back into his pocket.

“No, go back to work,” Marissa said, grinning. “I’ll be back in a few hours to check your diapers. And they’d better be full by then baby.”

Victor nodded stiffly and opened the door and crinkled his way back into the office.

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