Pheromones

Story 3 of 3, Post 33 of 33 for June.

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Tyler sat at the bar and downed the last of his beer before taking another look around. He'd been talking to his buddy Drew for a while and hadn't noticed the crowd, so it was possible some new people had come in. He wanted to see if he'd missed anyone. Specifically, he was looking for a girl to hook up with. At first glance, he didn't see anyone appealing, just the same assortment of losers and fat chicks he'd seen earlier. But then he took another look and caught sight of the dim outline of a tall, thin woman sitting in a darkened corner of the bar. He stared intently into the corner but couldn't make out any details. He could only see the faintest traces of her head. No face. Tyler was intrigued and had to know what she looked like.

Without even looking at Drew, he said, "I'll see you later" and walked away, heading for the darkened corner. As he got closer, he saw two large men sitting together near the woman. He hadn't noticed them before, and for some reason, he had a sense that they might be with her for some reason. But he brushed it aside. They weren't sitting with her, so there was no reason for him to think that. She came into view, and she did not disappoint. She was devastatingly beautiful with long, black hair and large, green eyes that looked like they'd see right through him. Her skin was a smooth, light brown, and her lips were full, plump, and red. She was wearing a tight red blouse with a plunging neck line covered with a black leather jacket. She looked mysterious, dangerous, sexy. He had to know her, had to have her.

He stepped up. "Excuse me. I couldn't help noticing you across the room. I'm Tyler. May I buy you a drink?"

She smiled warmly. "Not at all. I'm Elizabeth. Sit down."

He took a seat and got a waitress's attention. After they'd ordered, they started talking.

"So, do you live around here, Elizabeth?"

"Yeah, I'm across town. I've never been in here before. How about you?"

"Come in here all the time. My place is just a few streets over. You're single, right?"

She nodded sadly. "I just broke up with my boyfriend."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

She shrugged. "Don't be. He was an asshole."

Tyler smiled. "Well, then I'm glad you got rid of him."

"That makes two of us."

"Is this your first night out since you guys split?"

"Yep. I'm a little nervous, but it's time to get back out there."

"Aw, don't be nervous. I'm here."

She smiled and rested her hand on his. "And I'm glad you are."

As soon as she touched his hand, he knew he had to have her. He knew he'd do anything to get her. He knew she'd be his by the end of the night, one way or another. He smiled back.

The evening wore on, and the two sat and talked away, downing a few more drinks. Elizabeth was sweet, and she liked him. She laughed at his jokes, and he could tell she was attracted to him. Finally, he decided he'd warmed her up enough, and he invited her back to his apartment. She said yes. He played it cool as he paid their tabs. After all, he'd been here before. He wanted her. He was going to have her, one way or another. He hoped she'd cooperate, but if she didn't, he'd force her. He'd done it before. Working in the DA's office comes with perks, especially when your boss is sympathetic. As they walked to his car, he noticed the two big guys from the bar headed out behind them, quietly talking to each other as they got into their car. Fucking fags. Why didn't they stick to their own bars? Tyler and Elizabeth got into his car, and he drove over to his apartment. Once inside, he turned the lights on and closed the door behind them, giving him all the privacy he needed.

They sat on his couch, and he kissed her. They started making out, and he let his hands wander. He cupped her breasts, rubbed her ass, and began to pull her clothes off. Suddenly, he felt her hands on his.

"Hold on. I'm not sure I'm comfortable with this."

He looked at her. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, I just wonder if we're moving a little too fast."

Tyler smiled. "Well, what's wrong with fast? You've got that ex, right? You know, the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else." He leaned over and kissed her.

"No, I'm serious. I've had a good time talking to you, a lot of fun, but I'm just not sure I'm ready for sex."

"You sure look ready to me."

"Look, just because I kissed you doesn't mean I want to fuck you."

"Well, that's not fair to me! You've got me all worked up here and ready to go! What am I supposed to do now?"

"You've got two hands. Use them."

"You stuck-up bitch!" He slapped her across the face and lunged, pinning her down and tearing at her clothes. "I didn't want it to be like this. I liked you. But I'm gonna get what I've been wanting all night."

Suddenly, he felt a burst of hot wetness in his crotch. He looked down and saw a large wet spot spreading to his thighs as he pissed his pants. What the fuck was happening to him?

"What's wrong, Tyler? Oh. You're having an accident in your pants."

"I-- I don't know what happened! I didn't--"

"You didn't tell Mommy you had to go potty, did you?"

"What? Potty? No, I--"

"But you're going wee-wee in your pants, aren't you?"

"Uh, yes, but--"

"Then you should have gone to the potty. Right?" She grabbed his chin. "RIGHT?"

"Yes."

"Why didn't you? Why didn't you tell Mommy you had to go potty?"

"I didn't know I had to."

"You didn't know? Well, that's no good, no good at all! I thought you were a big boy, Tyler, but you're clearly not ready for big boy pants. You need diapers."

"Diapers? No, I'm a bi-- I'm a man!"

Elizabeth frowned. "Oh. A man who goes wee-wee in his pants because he doesn't know he has to go potty? I don't think so, sweety. No, men don't do that, and neither do big boys. That's something babies do. But don't worry, Mommy came prepared."

She walked to the front door and opened it, letting in the two big guys from the bar, one of whom was carrying a large bag.

They stepped into the room, and one of them spoke. "Did he hurt you, Mommy?"

"Nothing I couldn't handle, sweetie. Now, set the bag down, and put him on the floor for me."

As Tyler stared in confusion, the two men walked over, picked him up, and laid him on the carpet on his back. He tried to get up, but they pushed him back down and held him there.

"Good boys." Elizabeth approached and began removing Tyler's clothes, starting with his shoes, socks, and wet pants and underwear. Once he was completely nude, she pulled a large, thick diaper and a bottle of baby powder out of the bag.

Tyler began to cry and beg her to stop. "No, please, please don't do this. I'm sorry for what I was going to do. I'll never do it again. I'm sorry, I promise I'll be better!"

"Oh, I know you will, baby. I know because I'm going to make you better. That's Mommy's job. I have to teach you to be better. Turn him over, boys."

They did as they were instructed, and she proceeded to administer several hard slaps to her captive's ass. He struggled and fought, but he couldn't break free. All he could do was cry and beg for it to stop, promising he'd be a good boy. 

Once she was satisfied, she had her helpers turn him back over and lift him up while she slid the diaper under him, powdered him, and taped it on. She shoved a pacifier in his mouth, and he started sucking it.

"There, now. Mommy's new little boy. I'll keep you dry and clean from now on."

Detective Seth Runson stepped into Tyler Blake's apartment and found the crime scene already very active. He spotted the man in charge and stepped up to him. "You Greer?"

The detective turned. "Runson, right?"

"That's right. I can't figure why I was assigned to help you out. It's a missing person, right?"

Greer looked at him for a second. "Runson, you see that spot on the floor there?"

"Yeah?"

"That's piss."

"Okay?"

"Three nights ago, Blake was seen at a local bar meeting a woman who matches the description of a woman seen with two other men who went missing soon afterward. A puddle of piss was found in the home of each man. I've spoken to some people at the bar that night, and some of them described men who looked very much like the first two men to vanish. Witnesses say they sat near the mystery woman and left about the same time she and Blake did."

"You're thinking conspiracy?"

"I'm thinking CRAZY. From what I've been able to piece together from all the files, statements, everything, it seems like this woman meets men, seduces them, and when they take her to their homes, she turns the tables on them, dominating them."

"How?"

"We've analyzed the piss. It contains certain pheromones that increase sexual desire, and upon sexual arousal, cause urinary incontinence. This triggers a sort of mental regression and submission allowing her to dominate the men and control them. We don't know how it works, but we know what it does. We've found baby powder and used diapers at some of the scenes."

"What a sick bitch!"

"Maybe."

"What do you mean 'maybe?'"

"I'm not saying she's justified, but she may be reacting to something. Her first two victims had been suspected of rape, but nobody could make a charge stick. I'm betting we find something similar on our friend Tyler Blake. We seem to have an M.O. Now you know why they sent you to me."

"Holy shit."

"Yeah. So far, we're calling her Serial Mommy, and she's out there somewhere, looking for her next victim."

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