Chapter 1
There wasn’t this one day when AI took over. No uprising, no armed robots patrolling the streets. It was more subtle. Just five years ago, Katherine’s degree would have secured her a plush six-figure job in the Valley with stock options. Now, all she had was student debt and a growing collection of politely-worded rejection letters. AI-generated, no doubt.
She stood in the small ladies’ room, naked save for her pull-up diaper. Checking herself in the mirror, she considered wiping the cum off her breasts and face, but decided against it. They wanted her filthy; it was part of the job. In her new line of work, every lunch break was a project to satisfy a group of stakeholders, every load of cum she extracted was a project deliverable.
She rinsed her mouth with water. Ugh. At least it’s Friday.
In a world where machines churned out code in record time, nobody hired junior developers anymore. Senior engineers, on the other hand, were still needed to sift through and correct the nonsense the AI spat out. If you had the experience, you were still paid the big bucks and showered with benefits. Katherine, with no better job in sight, provided those benefits.
Her colleague, Miranda, sat on the toilet and hadn’t even bothered to close the door to the stall, checking her phone with her legs spread. Someone had shot his load into her mop of bottle-blonde hair, but it didn’t seem to bother her.
She sighed as she urinated noisily. “Damn, I needed that. I was just about to go in my diaper.”
“That amount of pee would have flooded it.”
Being naked while everyone else was dressed was bad enough, but the diapers with their little farm animals printed all over made it worse. Katherine hated them with a passion. They were mandatory, though – facility management had insisted, to ensure all the cum and lube seeping out of their bottom holes didn’t end up on the carpet.
“We should request proper ones,” mused Miranda, still peeing.
“Proper what?”
“Diapers. Something that can hold a good piss. I’ll file a ticket with Purchasing.”
Katherine said nothing and checked the app she had built. The whole department – fifty-six cocks and a dozen snatches on five teams – reserved her and Miranda’s services online. She didn’t think of them as people anymore. Just genitalia to work on.
Officially, her job title was team assistant. She wasn’t that.
“What is it?” asked Miranda. “You’ve had your panties in a bunch all day.”
“I have a master’s in computer science; I know I could make a difference here,” Katherine said, setting her phone down. “The code they showed in that review session earlier, that’s riddled with security bugs. Missing input validation, broken object-level authorization, they have it all.”
Miranda gave her a blank stare. “You look at code while they fuck you?”
“They miss half the bugs, and when I point it out, they get pissed. Andrew and Linda couldn’t code their way out of a paper bag. We’re a crypto exchange, for fuck’s sake. If we’re hacked, it'll be lights out.”
Miranda got up and flushed the toilet. “I hate to break it to you, sister, but they hired us for our asses and titties, not for our brains. You’re a whore now; you gotta make peace with that.”
“I know. It’s just… this isn’t how I imagined my life would go.”
“Me neither.” Miranda grinned, giving Katherine’s padded butt a friendly slap. “Best gig I ever had. I’m having the time of my life.”
“Right.”
“I’m serious! I work in an office, and I have health insurance.” She glanced at the mirror and cupped her sticky breasts. “I thought I’d suck dick in the street until my teeth fell out.”
Katherine bit her lip, considering a diaper change. After a one-on-one with Alyssa’s strap-on, her asshole was still gaping, leaking a mix of lube and something decidedly less pleasant. The penny pinchers from Purchasing only allowed for two changes a day, so it would have to wait.
She stared at herself in the mirror. Cum in her face. Cum on her breasts. Cum in her hair. Cursing, she brought some order to her unruly curls.
“You don’t know how good you have it,” Miranda said, “I’ve been in jail five times for solicitation, but the moment all of you middle class bitches need jobs, they legalize prostitution.”
Katherine chuckled despite herself. “There’s a lot of us, and we’re still voters.”
“For you, whoring’s temporary, though. If you keep applying, someone’s gonna hire you eventually.”
“With all the valuable experience I’ve gained here, I’m sure Mitch’ll give me a reference.” Katherine scoffed. “Imagine that call. ‘Yeah, I don’t know about her… uh… coding skills, but… uh… she’s been a real asset during team meetings. She can… uh… handle three cocks concurrently, and her… uh… face fucking is much improved.’ They’re gonna be impressed.”
Miranda grinned. “You made that reserve-a-whore app, and that’s amazing. And your face fucking skills have improved. You take cock down your throat like you’ve never done anything else.”
“Thanks, I guess.”
“And if that doesn’t work out, maybe your writing will take off.”
Katherine rolled her eyes. “The world’s flooded with AI slop. I could write the best smut in the world and nobody would even find it.”
“Okay, that really is a problem. My cousin’s in the same boat. She used to shoot movies, but all the porn these days is AI.” Miranda pushed the door open. “Come on, time for another sprint. We’ve got balls to drain and snatches to eat.”
Since a new generation of AI coding tools triggered the last round of layoffs, the open-plan office wasn’t as crowded anymore. There was still the clicking of keyboards, the occasional conversation, someone taking a personal call, but it was eerily quiet.
Katherine knelt under Andrew’s standing desk, her head bobbing up and down on his cock, stroking his balls to move things along. He stood with his pants bunched around his ankles, surfing the Internet, probably watching porn as she worked on him.
“Oh yeah,” he groaned. “Suck on it, baby.”
His fart echoed through the office. When she caught a whiff, she paused for a moment and slapped his thigh.
“What the fuck, Andy?!”
“What? You fart all the time!”
“And why’s that, huh?” She sat back, clutching his dick. “My butthole’s loose because everyone keeps fucking my ass! What’s your excuse?”
“Yeah, yeah, sorry ‘bout that. Keep sucking.”
She considered taking a bite out of his dick to teach him a lesson, but that would probably delay the team’s product launch. Instead, she wrapped her lips around him and continued, ignoring the stench. When she was still writing code, they had been nice. Half a year later, in her new capacity, manners had deteriorated. Apparently, there was no need to be polite when all her holes were free to use.
Come already, dammit!
His dick finally twitched, and he pulled out just in time, shooting his load over her bare breasts. She gave him a final suck to clean his shriveling cock.
“Any plans for Friday night?” he asked. “We could have a few drinks at O’Malley’s and go to my place after.”
“Right.” Even when she was still an intern, she had shot him down twice a week. “I’m not gonna fuck anyone from the office in my free time. Go find someone else.”
He shrugged, reaching for the app to make another reservation. “Then you’re getting it in the ass later. I’ll do a little performance evaluation of that loose butthole of yours.”
“Great. Looking forward to it.”
She got out from under the desk and checked the app. Justin was next. When she arrived at the far side of the office, he had already turned his chair and was facing her with his dick out. She squatted down in front of him, realizing her mistake only when it was too late.
Dammit.
Kneeling was usually okay; squatting was not. With her anal sphincter still weakened, it didn’t put up a defense against the load of feces suddenly pushing itself out of her bowels. During lunch break, Alyssa had been relentless with her strap-on, pounding her for a good twenty minutes. The dildos she brought from home had increased in size over the last few months, and the latest model was bigger than a forearm. Enough to wreck an untrained ass.
Smile! Think about your paycheck.
Her diaper was soiled and needed to be changed anyway, so she pushed the rest out of her bowels, adding to the stinking mess inside. Justin grinned when he smelled what she had done, but kept his mouth shut. She hadn’t done enemas in months – they wanted her dirty so she’d act the part.
Sucking them clean after an ass-fuck, tasting her own filth on her tongue, had been a recurring theme in the stories she wrote in her spare time. Another nasty, degrading fantasy she never dared to try with her boyfriend. Now she could write about it with authority.
Mitch, the department lead, stopped next to her.
“Kathy, I… uh… I need you to come in on Saturday. Zoe’s out sick, and… uh… the payments team needs another who–... assistant. It’s crunch time, and… uh… we need three additional holes on deck.”
With Justin’s cock in her mouth, she peered up.
“Thanks,” he said without waiting for an answer. “I knew I could count on you.”
Gladly, asshole.
After making Justin come – he wasn’t getting any at home and never lasted long – she waddled towards the bathroom, past the kitchen and the small meeting room where Miranda was being buggered. Like always, Justin’s cum tasted almost sweet; the benefits of being a vegan. She wondered why his wife didn’t appreciate it.
When Raphael walked by, coffee mug in hand, he slapped her diapered butt hard, spreading the filth inside.
Fantastic. That’s gonna take more than a couple of wet wipes.
“Eww,” Alyssa said, grinning as she took a picture. “Kathy shit herself again. She’s such a shameless slut.”
Katherine rolled her eyes and kept walking, a stinking cloud following her. Much to her relief, the single stall in the ladies’ room was unoccupied. She was just about to close the door when Linda rushed in.
“Out of the way.” With a firm grip, she grabbed Katherine’s right nipple and pulled her out of the stall.
“Hey! I was here first, bitch!”
Linda slammed the door shut behind her. “Yeah, but you already took a dump in your panties. You can wait. Coders before whores.”
Katherine leaned against the vanity, trembling with anger. Linda grunted, adding to the putrid smell in the bathroom. The air in the room was humid, and it would take the ventilation system a while to clear the combined stench.
The door swung open and Miranda appeared with a load of fresh cum on her face.
“Accident?” she asked, glancing at Katherine’s sagging diaper.
“That’s how it started. And now,” Katherine raised her voice, “Linda, that bitch, is hogging the toilet.”
“Fuck you,” came Linda’s voice from behind the closed door. “You shit yourself, you live with it. I’m surprised it doesn’t happen more often, with all those dildos you shove up your ass.”
“That’s my job, okay? How about you leave me alone and worry about all the bugs you introduce? Read up on multi-threading, bitch!”
“Fuck you!”
Fueled by online fetish porn, Katherine’s fascination had turned into ambition. None of the other assistants, not even Miranda, could take what she could take. She clenched her butt cheeks, remembering Alyssa’s massive strap-on stretching her asshole, pushing deep into her rectum. Bent over the table in the break room with everyone watching and cheering her on, Alyssa had buried the huge thing with every stroke – a bigger thrill than she expected, and the tips hadn’t been bad either.
Miranda checked herself in the mirror. “Don’t you write poopy diaper stuff? It has to turn you on at least a little bit.”
“Just because I write about it doesn’t mean I want it to happen at work. God! This is so embarrassing!”
“The guys don’t mind. Most of them would never get a date with hot bitches like us. Taking us down a notch is their revenge for all the times we blew ‘em off.”
Katherine’s phone chimed. She glanced at the message from her app.
“I guess you’re right. Stephen says he’ll pay me twenty bucks if I suck him off while I sit in my shitty diaper.” She unlocked the phone, her thumb hovering over the reply button. “What do I do?”
Miranda grinned. “Isn’t that kinda obvious? Tell him fifty bucks.”