Chapter 5

It was immediately apparent to everyone at Kyle’s workplace that he hadn’t fully recovered from the “illness” that had caused him to call out sick for the first couple days of the week. Kyle was trying as hard as he could to behave normally, to carry on as if nothing untoward or surreal or grotesque hadn’t just happened to him. But try as he might, the sensation of Martha’s breast milk sloshing around in his stomach, coupled with the scratchy and uncomfortable feeling of the diaper clinging to him under his khakis, made normal behavior impossible. Of course, this wasn’t even considering how traumatized he was about what had just happened, about what Martha had just done to him. She was a completely, totally insane psycho…a dangerously unstable woman whose instability was made all the more terrifying by the fact that she was 6’7, 320-pound amazonian freak who had the power to snap him in two with her bare hands.

‘She’s a…a monster…’ thought Kyle, over and over again, as he vainly tried to get some work done at his desk. ‘And she has me trapped! I can’t go to my parents’…I can’t take this diaper off…I can’t do anything other than what she wants.’

He thought of going to the police again, but he had to remind himself what Martha had promised to do if he went anywhere other than straight back home after work: she was going to go over to his parents’ house and…and then god knows what she would do next. He had to protect them from her — this was the adult thing to do now…the manly thing. He needed to just play along with her for the time being, and then plot his escape another way.

But in the midst of all of this trauma and anxiety, Kyle had noticed that something else had kept cropping up in his brain, something as unwelcome as it was disquieting. Over and over, he remembered how Martha had bent her head down, when she had stripped him of his pants, and planted a kiss directly onto the head of his erect cock. Her big, plush lips had felt incredible on his cockhead, if only just for that instant the two had been touching. Kyle was finding himself stuck in a loop of imagining what exactly a full blowjob from Martha would feel like. She had strongly hinted that such a thing could happen, as long as he behaved himself. As much as he hated to admit it, Kyle couldn’t deny that the possibility was…intriguing to say the least.

‘I mean…I’ll just…I could just pretend to be a “good boy” for her,’ he thought. ‘And…well, she wouldn’t know the difference, would she? She’d reward me and then that would…uh…lull her into a false sense of security, maybe? And then I could use that to help me…uhm…to help me plot my next move. It’ll be like I’m a double agent or something. Yeah! That’s it!’

As Kyle twisted his mind up in these mental gymnastics, his boss, Ted, poked his head into the office.

“Uh…Kyle?” Ted ventured.

“Hmm?! Oh! Oh hi Ted,” Kyle said quickly, breaking quickly away from his thoughts. “Uh w-what’s….uh…what’s up?”

“Just…seeing how you were doing,” Ted replied carefully. “You…sure you’re all better, Kyle?”

“Yeah! Yeah, why?” Kyle replied, a little too quickly, with an overdone grin to match.

“Well it’s just that…everyone who’s seen you has told me you seem…a little out of sorts still.” Ted’s words weren’t accusatory; rather, they were searching. He seemed to be genuinely concerned that Kyle might still be sick.

“Out of…o-out of sorts!?” laughed Kyle, turning red. “Oh…uh, no! Hahaha no, I…I feel fine! Really, I…I do!”

“Hmmm,” frowned Ted, “Well if I may say so, Kyle, you don’t exactly look fine. You’re really pale, and your clothes…well it seems like you just kinda threw them on in a hurry. And what’s more, I’m told that you’ve been here three hours already and haven’t really had anything to show for it. All very unlike you.”

Kyle opened his mouth to answer as the shade of red deepened across his cheeks. He really didn’t know what he was going to say, but he had to say something. Ted put his hand up, however, and kept talking. With his well-built, 6’0 physique, together with the natural authority in his voice, Ted was clearly used to being the boss. But he had been in charge long enough to learn well how to navigate these kinds of situations.

“Look, I’m not accusing you, Kyle, or anything like that,” he continued, an earnest concern in his voice, “I just don’t want you coming back to the office too quickly after you’ve been sick, you know? I’d really hate to see you try and get back to work too early and delay your recovery…and of course, the last thing we need is for you to spread whatever you’ve got to the rest of the office. But I’m really just thinking about you here, champ. Why don’t you take the rest of the day off, and if you feel better tomorrow, of course come on in.”

Kyle’s shoulders slumped. Of course, Ted didn’t know what he was condemning Kyle to with his words. Kyle thought about protesting, but he knew already that doing so would arouse suspicion, or worse, imply that he didn’t care about the health of his co-workers. Reluctantly, Kyle nodded his head.

“Good, Kyle, good,” nodded Ted appreciatively, “And look, I appreciate you making the effort to come back in early. But your effort or attitude were never in doubt for me — I just want you to get better, ok?”

“O-ok,” replied Kyle, looking down at the floor. It was impossible for his voice not to sound defeated. He glanced back up, and caught Ted giving him a strange, searching look. It was like his boss knew that something wasn’t quite right, but couldn’t exactly put his finger on it. In any case, Kyle’s attention immediately shifted to Laura as she poked her head in the doorway, next to Ted (and 10 inches under him).

“Aw, I just overheard, Kyle,” Laura said warmly, giving him a regretful smile. “Yeah, Ted’s right — you go home and rest up! I’d really hate for you to miss Friday!”

“What’s…uh, Friday?” Kyle asked.

“Haha well I was just thinking,” Laura began, blushing as she twirled her long blond hair in her fingers, “How nice it would be if the two of us…you know…went out for drinks after work?”

Kyle gaped at her, blinking, and then he made sure that a big smile splayed across his face. He really was happy she had asked him…really, he was…but the first thought that had passed through his mind was, of course, he was going to sneak out past Martha…how he was going to escape her stranglehold on his life. But it was only Tuesday — he had over three days to figure it out! And besides, saying anything else was impossible.

“O-of…of course that would be nice!” he forced out, nodding as he laughed.

“Well, excellent!” smiled Laura, clapping her hands. “Just make sure you’re all healed by then, ok?”

“Haha I…I’ll do that,” chuckled Kyle. But inwardly, he was of course wondering how he was going to make it all happen. None of them knew what he was dealing with…although, again, Kyle couldn’t help but notice how Ted was looking at him. There was something searching in Ted’s gaze. But Kyle couldn’t worry about that right now. Dutifully, he packed up his things and went back home, trying to swallow the dread that grew inside him the closer he got to Martha’s house. He thought of disobeying her, of going to his parents’, and (again) considered going to the police, but he reminded himself that he couldn’t put anything past her.

‘She may have put a tracking device on my car, for all I know,’ he thought with a shudder. ‘Better do exactly what she says…for now.’

Coming in the front door, Kyle was immediately met with a wall of delicious smells: the rich, savory smell of cooking meat mixed with the hearty, earthy scents of seasoned, baked vegetables. Kyle couldn’t help but immediately feel hungry as he closed the front door. He went over the plan again in his head — he was going to play along with her, and try to make things as normal as possible. Perhaps, if he was on his best behavior for the next few days, Martha might even “allow” him to go out on Friday night as a reward. Maybe he wouldn’t even have to find a way to sneak past her!

“Is that my little baby?” came Martha’s big, rich voice from the kitchen. “Home so soon?!”

“I…uh, th-they sent me home early!” he called in answer. His brain was telling him to retreat to his bedroom, but the rest of his body (especially his cock, which had already hardened a little at the sound of Martha’s voice) was driving him towards the kitchen. He felt himself walking towards Martha’s voice.

“Awwww do they have a rule against diapers in your office?” teased Martha. “I’m sure it was pretty obvious that my little dumpling had…a little something extra in his pants today, hahaha!”

Kyle had reached the kitchen, and he was now staring at Martha’s backside. She was turned around, stirring a pot on the stove. But even though Kyle couldn’t see her face, his feet felt rooted to the floor — he was utterly transfixed by her figure. She was wearing a pair of incredibly tight jeans that highlighted every luscious swerve of her tremendous curves. Kyle found himself wondering whether his entire body could have fit in one of the jean legs. She was wearing a tight black top, which showed off her big, strong, feminine arms. Her silver bracelets clinked lightly together as she gently stirred.

“N-no…no, uh…that wasn’t it,” Kyle stammered after a few moments. “They…sent m-me home just to…just to make sure that I w-wasn’t…still sick.”

“Oh nooo!” came Martha’s deep and exaggerated voice. She turned around, and Kyle saw now that she was wearing a large black apron. If Kyle had been wearing the same apron, it would have gone down to his ankles, but on Martha, of course, it only went down to just above her knees. However, it wasn’t the size of the apron itself that caught Kyle’s attention; it was what was written on it. Emblazoned out across the chest area, in big, unmistakable white letters, spelling out: “No Bitchin’ in MOMMY’S Kitchen.”

“Was my little boy not feeeeeling well!?” asked Martha, feigning genuine concern as she pouted down at him. “Why didn’t he tell me? I’d make sure to take good care of him!”

“I…I know you would!” Kyle burst out quickly, nodding. “But it…uh…I—I’m not sick! B-But my boss…he th…he thought that I was and h-he just…he sent me home early just to, uh…to be sure. I mean…ehaha, can’t be too careful these days, huh? Y-you know!?”

Kyle’s words had grown steadily faster and more desperate; the reason was simple. As he spoke, Martha had started walking toward him, and she was standing over him completely, her hands on her hips, as he choked out the last few words. Kyle was intensely intimidated — Martha was wearing her 4-inch black platform heels, making her a fearsome 6’11, and Kyle found himself staring straight into the top of Martha’s stomach. He was directly eye-level with the all-caps word “MOMMY’S” on Martha’s apron.

“Well it’s good that my baby’s home early,” Martha intoned, completely ignoring everything he had just said, “Because now I can get him to taste-test my gravy for the roast in the oven!”

“O-oh! Oh…um…ok!” exclaimed Kyle. He actually felt a little excited about this proposition — everything was smelling absolutely delicious, there was no denying that. He had been afraid that Martha was going to chastise him for not telling her he was “sick” (even though he had no doubt in his mind that she knew exactly what was going on)…and that maybe she was even going to do something crazy like take his temperature anally or…

But he caught himself having these thoughts, and labored to shake them away.

‘Don’t let her in your head!’ he repeated to himself. ‘Don’t let her take control!’

“Mmmm gooooood!” Martha smiled, and without further ado, she bent down and scooped him up off his feet with one arm, performing the motion as easily as if she was lifting air. Kyle felt his organs squish together as she turned around and headed back towards the stove. Kyle saw the pot of bubbling gravy, and again, he felt a surge of hunger. His stomach actually growled audibly this time, and Martha heard it.

“Oooooo was that a little tummy rumble I just heard!?” she squealed, her eyes going wide with delight. “Is my baby hunnnnngry!?”

Martha’s bracelets jingled around on her big forearm as she held her hand up to Kyle’s face, her manicured fingers dancing around teasingly before his eyes. She was taking evident delight in the obvious comparison — her hand was easily big enough to palm Kyle’s entire face, in addition to even more of his head. But she was just getting started. After a few seconds, Martha’s fingers made their way down to Kyle’s stomach, and began gently poking and prodding it. Kyle started involuntarily squirming in her grasp, trying to get away from her fingers. He felt a deep rumble rising up from Martha’s diaphragm, and he registered that she had started laughing.

“Heheheh…aww, is this little tummy-wummy hungry!?” she teased, poking and prodding into his soft flesh with her strong fingers. “Mommy fed it hourssss ago with lots of her rich, creamy milk! Is that not enough for you, baby? Do you want more? Do you wanna eat more to grow all big and strong like mommy? Hahahaha!”

As she teased him relentlessly, Martha’s fingers sped up, now poking and prodding Kyle’s stomach with new vigor. He had been trying to hold in his laughter for a bit, but now that she was speeding up, and showing no signs of letting up, he felt his resistance crumble, and he started bursting out in forced exhalations of laughter. The sound only seemed to fuel Martha’s enthusiasm, and her eyes only grew wider, sparkling with devious delight.

“Awww he’s ticklish, is he!?” she cried, baring her teeth in a wide grin as she bore down on him, “Does that tickle, baby? Right there? How about there?”

She moved her fingers quickly from the right side of his stomach to the left, digging her fingers directly down into all his most vulnerable places. Kyle howled with laughter, losing all control of himself, as his arms and legs flailed in spontaneous desperation for relief. But of course, his arms and legs were absolutely nothing compared to Martha’s single forearm, and she drilled down into him even harder, all while holding his flailing body firmly to her hip using her other arm. The rapid sounds of her bracelets clinking together as she tormented him added insult to injury — the sound seemed to mock him, and drive home the crushing reality of his submission to her. Even as he continued yelping with laughter, Kyle felt his cock harden completely inside his diaper

“Ooooo, yeah, that’s a good spot right there!” chuckled Martha. Her fingers started digging into his ribs, starting with the lowest and taking them one by one. Kyle’s eyes rolled back into his head as he felt her huge fingers nestling perfectly in between his ribs, getting at the absolute worst spots. She shook her fingers mercilessly, driving him to a hitherto-unattained frenzy of wild laughter.

“AHAHAHAUAHAUAHAHAAAHAAUAHAHAUGHAHAUGHHAUGH!!! SSTTTTAAAWWWPPPAHAHAHAHAUAHUAHAHAHAHAAAA!!”

Kyle’s howls were beginning to morph into high-pitched shrieks. His entire body was beet-red, and he was gasping for air. But still, Martha didn’t stop. She only went faster…and harder.

“Aaaaaand we’re just gonna count little baby’s ribs!” she sang. “One….twwwwwwoooooo…threeeeeeeee…”

She went on and on, never letting up. Once she had gotten to the twelfth rib on his left side, Kyle was praying that she would at least give him a breather, but she didn’t.

“Yaaaaay!” cheered Martha, shaking his body in her iron grip. “Twelve ribs on the left side! Now let’s just make sure my little baby’s got twelve on….the RIGHT SIDE!!”

She dug her huge hand into the bottom of Kyle’s right ribs, and he screamed out in laughter, panicking as his head shook back and forth. It felt like Martha was literally taking her hand and grabbing up underneath Kyle’s ribcage, reaching vulnerable spots he never even knew existed. Once she got to the sixth rib, Kyle’s screams had morphed into inhuman wails. And that only seemed to drive Martha on harder and faster. Once she reached his twelfth rib, the only sound in the kitchen was the clinking of Martha’s silver bracelets, moving even more rapidly still in a constant, crazed barrage of metal on metal as she tormented him with her giant hand.

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Kyle wasn’t even making noises anymore — he had become too overwhelmed, too vanquished, too dominated. There was nothing he could do except hang there and suffer in Martha’s grasp, mouth agape, his body twitching in agony as his legs hung limply down. And, just at the moment where he felt like he was going to pass out, Kyle wet himself.

“Aaaaaand twelve ribs on THIS side!” giggled Martha, finally stopping her assault as she bounced Kyle’s limp body joyfully against her huge hip. “Perfect! My little boy’s got aaaaall his ribs!”

But right then, Martha noticed Kyle’s eyes darting down in panic towards his groin area, and she instantly seemed to know what was going on. Kyle was totally helpless now — she had ground his resistance into dust, and now there was no way for him to stop himself urinating. The fact that he had a full erection wasn’t making it any easier.

“Waaaaaait,” hummed Martha, bending her face down towards Kyle’s crotch, “Waaaaait just a second…Do I…Do I hear what I think I hear!?”

She put her ear down, settling it straight down on top of the slight tent of Kyle’s erection. For a moment he was terrified that he would pee all over her, but then, of course, he was reminded that he was wearing a diaper.

“I DOOOO!” cried Martha, her eyes glimmering with delight as she stared straight at him. “My little baby’s wet his diaper! Awwww how cuuuuute! Haha well go on, then…get it all out…get it aalllll out before Mommy changes you.”

Kyle didn’t even have the mental energy to deal with the prospect of Martha “changing” him. He finished urinating in his diaper, and no less than a minute later, Martha had whisked him out of the kitchen and laid him on his back on a baby-changing table in the living room that Kyle had never seen before.

“Oh good! My little guy knows what’s good for him,” cooed Martha, tearing through the thick electrical pink tape of the seal with a single swipe of her sharp red nail. “All right now, little guy, legs in the air!”

Kyle felt her giant hands wrapping easily all the way around his ankles, encouraging them to lift up, and the next minute or so…well…Martha changed his diaper. Kyle couldn’t believe this was happening to him, and yet, there was something profanely comforting (and arousing) about feeling Martha’s giant hands gently, lovingly cleaning him off with baby wipes. His erection hadn’t died down, and he found himself hoping that Martha would spend some extra attention on it. He wasn’t disappointed — she spent a full thirty seconds slowly, lovingly going around and around his hard cock with a baby wipe, and the only reason Kyle didn’t cum right then and there was because Martha abruptly stopped, seeming to sense his impending orgasm.

“And just to think,” she chuckled, turning her head sideways so she was looking down into his eyes, “That you didn’t think you needed diapers. Well, haha…obviously you do!”

A few seconds later she had taped him up in a brand new diaper. Kyle’s first impression was sheer relief; he couldn’t deny that it felt good to have a fresh, clean diaper hugging him all around. Martha seemed to know the exact right tightness to tape it all up. But as soon as he became aware of these feelings, he tried to fight them off. She had literally just…just tortured him! She had almost made him pass out! So why wasn’t his erection going away??

“Now…” she purred, her eyebrows going up and down at him, “About that taste test…”