A promotion’s a promotion, right? Ian had been asking himself that question a lot lately, but at the same time, this…department, and his new co-workers all seemed a bit strange. They were all supposedly working on some top-secret project, something for the government, but…well, the only stuff Ian seemed to be given to work on either didn’t make much sense, or didn’t seem to have much bearing on, well, anything at all. Still, there was plenty of it, and he’d always been diligent and didn’t like asking questions of his employers. Hell, software developers like him were a dime a dozen these days, so he knew he should be happy to even have a job. Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something strange was going on, but maybe he’d just gotten lucky–the company CEO was well known–now into his late sixties, but still going strong, Mr. Jeffries had shared an elevator ride with him, and now this promotion? Maybe the old man had seen something in him, but Ian didn’t really know what. Still, isn’t wasn’t worth complaining about, whatever it was.
The team he was working with were all kind of quirky and anti-social, kept to themselves, and all seemed, well, just a bit strange all around. They didn’t have an assigned supervisor–they would all just come to work in this isolated office, cut off from the larger company, do their assigned work for the day, and then leave. Still, as he worked with them all for a few months, he got a feel for their quirks. A young man his age, named Jules, literally couldn’t stop eating. He was close to six hundred pounds, and Ian had never once not seen him stuffing his mouth with food. There was an older guy named Rick, as well…who smelled like he didn’t take a shower very often, and the guy seemed to take bathroom breaks all day. But the pay was certainly nice, and the office had tons of perks. Better to not look a gift horse in the mouth.
Still, after a few months in his new position, strange things started happening that Ian couldn’t explain. For one thing, he started…zoning out a lot at work. He was still getting his work done, or at least, he wasn’t getting in trouble for it not getting done, but more than once, he would start awake at his desk, and discover that some little kid’s show he didn’t recognize had been playing on his computer screen for ages, without him even noticing, and he couldn’t even remember opening the video at all. Not too long after that, he found himself with this insatiable desire to suck something–anything. Usually he’d end up sucking his thumb, and before too long, he couldn’t stop. Even eating was becoming difficult–and he started drinking his coffee and soad through a straw, just so he could have something to suck that didn’t make him look like a total freak. Then, he pissed himself for the first time, in the office.
Worse, he hadn’t even realized he’d done it. No, he only noticed anything was wrong at all, because he Rick, the creepy bathroom guy, had stopped and stood in his office doorway, sniffing and snorting the air, eyes blank, until Ian had shouted at him, at which point Rick had suggested he get himself cleaned up, and hurried off to the bathroom. Ian had looked down, at his sopping wet khakis, and freaked the fuck out…but he hadn’t been able to leave work early, he still had so much to get done–so he’d sat in his wet pants for a few more hours until he was all finished, and then he left to go home and get changed. From that day on, he discovered he couldn’t stop his bladder from emptying suddenly right into his pants. For a while he simply took take regular bathroom breaks every half an hour, but when that got in the way of his work, he resigned himself to the fact that he’d just have to cope with wet pants at work. That…that made sense, right? He had to focus on getting his work done, after all. That was the most important thing of all.
Several months passed, and soon none of this seemed odd at all to him–or to anyone else in his strange office, and then he received a notice that for all of his hard work, he had been scheduled for a month long paid vacation starting the very next day. This both made him happy, and also worried him–he had so much work to get done after all, but then again, maybe what he needed most was a break. He worked as hard as he could that evening, fitting in four episodes of his favorite show, giggling along with the infantile plot, before finally packing his things up for the night, pants soaked with four loads of piss, and left for his vacation. Oddly enough, he didn’t quite know where he was going, when he left the office and drove off in a different direction entirely. Still, he’d probably know when he got there, and he’d have a really good, really fun time–that much he knew for sure.
He drove for close to an hour, out of the city, and when he saw the name on the gate of the mansion he drove up towards, he discovered that he had unwittingly driven himself to the home of his CEO, and there, waiting for him, was the old man himself, a strange, perverse grin plastered on his face. Ian climbed out of the car, thumb stuffed in his mouth, unable to believe the CEO was seeing him with his pants soaked with piss, but before he could even attempt an apology, the old man said, “There’s my little boy,” and with those words, Ian went slack, nearly falling to the pavement, but Mr. Jeffries two musclebound butlers were there to catch him and drag him up to his room, where he’d spend the next month taking a nice vacation with his new daddy.
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