Chapter 3
Charlotte glanced at the clock on her monitor and once again slammed her fist on the desk. Almost an hour had passed since Victoria’s call, and the acute pain in her hyperextended jaw had turned into a dull, throbbing ache. She had tried rubbing herself through the diaper, then fingering her clit directly, but the constant discomfort from both stomach and jaw was too great to get her anywhere.
How long can it possibly take to feed a fucking cat?!
Three days in a chastity belt with that insane Atlas plug up her butt, unable to masturbate and unable to take a much-needed shit – it had been a special kind of hell. When a courier delivered the key today around lunch, she was grateful to finally get that shit-coated monster out of her ass. But now, sitting in her diaper and her asshole barely closing, she still wasn’t allowed to void her bowels.
Thoroughly cleaned, the orange plug still smelled, standing proudly on the shelf, next to its significantly smaller brethren. In Greek mythology, Atlas was a giant, condemned to holding up the sky for all eternity. With her ever-loosening sphincter, her personal Atlas would probably be charged with forever holding her shit in.
Finally, the annoying jingle. Thank fuck!
Victoria appeared on the screen, this time with a gray cat in her lap.
“What’s the count on those messages?” she asked. “How often did you misbehave?”
Charlotte showed “seven” on her fingers. Those were the clear-cut cases. Two were so bad that she had edited the messages; another three were at least passive-aggressive. On the plus side, one had been polite and helpful.
It was hard to admit to herself. Back in school, she had been labeled a nerd and shunned by the popular girls. And now, as an adult and in a position of relative power, she was the one who had turned into the bully.
“That’s some progress at least,” Victoria said. “Part of the blame for this sort of behavior goes to the parents, of course. They don’t set boundaries, and now we have a generation of adults that behave like spoiled little brats.”
There had been no question. Charlotte sat silent, feeling drops of saliva patter on her right thigh. Victoria scratched the cat between its ears, seemingly lost in thought.
“You can take that gag out,” she said finally. “But don’t make me regret it.”
With trembling fingers, Charlotte unbuckled the gag and took it out. A mouthful of drool sloshed on the floor. She closed her eyes and took a deep, ragged breath. The cramps had started again, but at least that fake cock was out.
“It takes a while to bring stupid cunts like you to heel, but I haven’t given up hope. Speaking of which… You haven’t started shitting yourself, have you?”
Charlotte shook her head, clenching her asshole. A bit had already pushed itself out into the diaper, but compared to what was still inside her, it was barely worth mentioning.
“Show me,” Victoria said.
God, that fucking woman!
“Sh-show you?”
“Yes. Get a hand in there and run it through your ass crack. I need to make sure you’re not lying. If I don’t check, you dirty animals think you can get away with anything.”
Charlotte sighed. She could try to cheat and avoid that lump of shit, but if Victoria didn’t believe her and ordered her to take off the diaper, she’d be caught in an even bigger lie.
“I’m sorry, Ms. Victoria. I just couldn’t hold it. It’s not all that much, though, I–”
“Oh, save it.” The woman shook her head, her face a mix of disappointment and disgust. “You will come see me tomorrow morning at my place of business for a proper punishment session.”
“At your place? But I’ve never–”
Victoria shushed her. “It’s time we met in person. Sadly, I think you require a level of discipline that I cannot provide in a video call. There’s nothing like a good cunt strapping to set you back on the right track.”
On the…? Oh God!
“Don’t look at me like that, you lying slut!” Victoria took another disgusted glance at her, then waved her hand in a regal gesture. “Go ahead, you may shit yourself. Considering that you’ve already started.”
“Thank you, Ms. Victoria.”
Charlotte needed no second invitation. The waste that had accumulated in her bowels for days splattered violently into the diaper, forming a massive, sticky bulge. It was glorious. Finally – finally! – she felt the sense of relief she had been craving for days. With a sound that was half grunt, half moan, she pushed out even more of her stinking mess.
“Get it all out, you filthy animal. Imagine your colleagues could see you like this. I bet that would pop your inflated ego like a balloon.”
“Yes, Ms. Victoria.”
“Anyway, I’ll text you the address,” Victoria said. “You’ll be here tomorrow morning at eight sharp. Bring your gag and you better still be wearing that shitty diaper.” She petted her cat. “Now, I know you love your Atlas, but I think it’s time to tackle the Colossus.”
Charlotte’s eyes snapped wide. The goddamn Colossus?!
“There’s not a lot of sluts who can take it. My guess is, it won’t be the point of no return for your loose asshole. We’re getting there, though. What do you say?”
Charlotte sat back on her heels, feeling the massive pile of shit shift inside her bulging diaper. The product specs for that plug were already open in her browser. But if the Atlas gave her a distinct waddle, she wasn’t sure how she’d even walk with that gigantic thing stuffed inside her. Getting it in would be excruciating, and so would be wearing it for an extended period of time.
She gulped, feeling her nipples harden. “Yes, please. And this time, I want to get stuffed for a whole week.”