Chapter 1
Annie sat on the couch, a Mojito in hand, and idly brushed an imaginary speck of dust from her maid’s uniform. The mansion’s living room on the ground floor, with its expensive artwork, dark leather couches, armchairs, and irreplaceable junk, was far too posh for her liking. Yet, her employer, Mrs. Chadwick, was known for her impeccable taste.
At first, Annie found Chadwick exhausting – the impossible standards, the constant berating. After her divorce, however, she had undergone a remarkable transformation. A late-night knock on Annie’s door and a raw, vodka-fueled confession marked the beginning of an unexpected and intriguing relationship. Almost overnight, a dull job she barely tolerated turned into something else entirely.
“Careful, Mrs. C,” said Annie when the vacuum cleaner hit the armchair. “That’s mahogany.”
Mrs. Chadwick stood for a moment, wiping the sweat off her forehead. She was a full-figured woman in her mid-thirties, with heavy breasts that still turned heads when she strutted around the Wellington Country Club. Now those breasts hung bare and unsupported, swinging like massive pendulums as she vacuumed the carpet.
All she wore was a comically huge diaper, already sagging precariously after half a day of involuntary use. The sturdy, transparent plastic cover held the swollen thing in place for now, but given its size, all Chadwick could do was waddle about as she performed the chores originally assigned to Annie.
“Can’t I go to the bathroom quickly, Ms. Annie?” asked Chadwick over the humming noise of the vacuum cleaner. She paused as yet another explosive load forced its way out of her bowels, adding to the stench that hung thick and heavy in the elegant living room.
“That’s what the diaper’s for, Mrs. C. Don’t fight it.”
Annie glanced over, putting her feet on the glass table. A couple of suppositories and a triple dose of laxatives were doing their job. Whatever was still in the woman’s bowels would be out soon, and no force of will or desperate clenching of buttocks could hold it back.
“When we’re done here, we’re gonna go and scrub some toilets,” said Annie. “You spent so much time telling me how to do it properly. I’m happy to return the favor.”
A massive fart ripped through the room. “Sorry, Ms. Annie,” mumbled Chadwick, blushing.
“That’s okay. No need to apologize. Being a filthy slut means you fart and shit and piss whenever you feel like it. You said you want another assfuck tonight – that means we have to clean you out.” Annie smiled, taking another sip. “Unless you enjoyed sucking your shit off my strap-on.”
Chadwick gulped. “No, Ms. Annie.”
“That’s what I thought.” Annie pointed at the leather couch next to her. “Come here, Mrs. C. Sit down.”
After a long moment of hesitation, Chadwick turned off the vacuum and shuffled over. Gingerly, she lowered herself onto the couch, eliciting a squelch from her putrid, bulging diaper.
Annie’s grin widened as she imagined the mess spreading beneath Chadwick, seeping into every crevice. She reached out, her hand wrapping around the woman’s massive right breast, squeezing it firmly. “How does it feel, sitting in your own filth? Not so prim and proper anymore, are we?”
“N-no.”
It was no secret among the staff that the woman had developed an obsession with porn – perfectly understandable, considering her dreary eleven-year marriage to Edmund, a corporate lawyer as drab and uninspiring as a paperclip. Annie hated the man with a passion, and the feeling was mutual.
After kicking him out, Chadwick had thrown herself at every new experience, and Annie, the polar opposite of Edmund, was her favorite partner in crime.
She’s totally getting off on this.
“So, Mrs. C,” said Annie, giving the woman’s perpetually hard nipples a painful pinch. “Do you feel like you’re making progress?”
Chadwick winced but kept her hands behind her back, the plastic diaper cover rustling as she squirmed. “Yes, yes! I’m making progress, Ms. Annie! But please, could I go get changed?”
Her head whipped around when Julian, her driver, entered the room. He glanced at Chadwick, sitting topless in her stinking diaper. “Good afternoon, Mrs. C,” he said, tipping his hat as he walked by. “Nice tits. You should show them more often.”
“Hey, Jules,” shouted Annie. “Mrs. C had a little accident, and now she wants a change. You decide.”
Chadwick grimaced. “Please, Julian? This thing is so big I can barely walk. I’ll suck your dick if that’s what it takes!”
“Maybe another time, Mrs. C. You don’t smell so great.” He turned, his hand on the kitchen door handle. “I’d say, let her stew in it for the rest of the day to teach her a lesson.”
Annie grinned, patting the diaper. “You heard him. It’s gonna be a bitch to clean up, but you’ll manage. And when you’re clean again, maybe Jules can work you over with his belt. Put a few more stripes on that ass. Would you like that?”
Chadwick took a deep breath and nodded. She grunted as her stomach rumbled and a new torrent of feces joined the mess in her diaper. Julian chuckled and quickly made his exit, slamming the door behind him as the stench in the room intensified.
“Well, Mrs. C,” said Annie, digging her fingers into Chadwick’s breast, kneading it like a baker working dough, “do you really want a change? Or stay like this? Remember, you wanted to be the dirtiest, nastiest slut in town.”
“Stay like this,” said Chadwick, barely audible.
“Very good. Getting there means peeling back all those layers, connecting with your true self.” Annie let go of her breast, giving it a hard slap. “By the way, your delivery came this morning. Biggest dildo I’ve ever seen; I’m not sure you can take it.”
“Please, Ms. Annie! I wanna be ready for dick of any size.”
“That’s not a size you’ll find in the wild, Mrs. C. Trust me, I’m a bit of an expert.”
“Please? I’ll go down on you again.”
Annie chuckled. “You’d do, what? You’re a shameless, stinking slut who’s been shitting herself all morning. I’d say we can skip the fancy talk.”
“I… I’ll eat your pussy. Munch your cunt.”
“And where do you want that dildo?”
Chadwick’s cheeks turned a brighter shade of red. “Up my shitter, Ms. Annie. Stretching my slutty ass.”
“Much better. Now I get what you’re saying. And why, exactly?”
“If I want to be a proper slut, I need a ruined asshole.”
Annie clenched her muscles around the jeweled butt plug she had borrowed from the bottom drawer of Chadwick’s nightstand. It was large and heavy, but it had slipped in with minimal effort. The woman had a point.
“All right, but pussy eating’s gonna happen while you’re in that diaper. I think it looks great on you, and it really turns me on, seeing you like this.”
“Me, too,” whispered Chadwick, staring at the floor. “And I… I love the smell.”
Annie laughed. “I thought you would. It’s like in those movies of yours, isn’t it? But about that dildo: I think it could really wreck your ass. You’re gonna gape for a while when I’m done with you.”
“I don’t mind,” Chadwick swallowed hard. “We have plenty of diapers.”