Chasticorp World: Corporate Upgrade

When Chloe woke up in the middle of the night, her husband was sitting upright in bed, his data pad in hand. She glanced at the clock: Half past three. Still two and a half hours until the alarm went off.

“Can’t sleep?” she asked, yawning.

He reached over and stroked her hair. “Nope. I hope I didn’t wake you, babe.”

“What are you watching?”

He turned the pad, and she recognized the scene: *Solarian Passion*, the movie. Roberta’s wedding. Wearing nothing but a tiara, she was showing her guests a good time, taking on two male guests and her husband. A long line of other men was waiting, already undressed. Valentina and Michelle, her ever-helpful bridesmaids, were making sure everyone was hard and ready.

Chloe sighed. “Gods, I so wanna be her.”

“Yeah?” he said, chuckling. “Taking dick in every hole?”

She rubbed herself between her legs, feeling the skin-like material of the Chasticorp shield bonded to the skin using the company’s nanite technology. It was a marvel of bioengineering: unyielding and impossible to remove without the access codes.

“After almost four years without getting any? I’d drain everyone’s nuts and beg for seconds. Seriously, as soon as this is off, I’ll turn into the biggest slut this city has ever seen.”

He laughed. “You did this to yourself, and couldn’t wait to get sealed up. You went way beyond what the company required.”

“I have my weak moments.”

“What’s the notice period?” he asked, pausing the video. “Three months? You could be draining nuts by Christmas.”

“Yeah, but you know the extra pay is just too good. And it’s much easier to sell the product if I can do a proper demonstration.” She reached under the blanket for his dick and stroked it. “But you know, I'd be happy to hire a sex worker for you. We could play with her together. It's not fair that you have to suffer.”

“Nah, babe. That was the deal when we got married: parts of you are inaccessible. Keep doing what you’re doing, and when we start a family in a few years, we’ll have a nice nest egg.”

At times, she had considered having her back seal removed so he’d at least have an ass to fuck. The back seal wasn’t mandatory, even though statistics clearly showed that demonstrating the full product range boosted sales.

But she would miss her extra large egress unit, the constant presence of that huge metal cylinder fused to her rectal wall. Feeling it shift with every step. The humiliation, the loss of control over this basic bodily function. She clenched her muscles as if to make sure it was still there.

When she watched the women at Chasticorp’s regional headquarters, she could always tell who had gone all the way to show their loyalty to the company. They walked differently, sat differently. They’d give each other nods. And of course, superiors noticed it, too.

No, even if she removed the front shield temporarily to get pregnant, the egress would still stay. Maybe even an upgrade, when larger models became available. Mastering another hard challenge to show everyone what she was made of.

She spat on her hand to lubricate his dick. “Staying fully sealed puts me ahead of the competition, and you know I wanna make sales manager before I turn twenty-three. That special assignment Harlow gave me, that could be my ticket.”

“You mean that snooping around?”

“Don’t call it snooping. It’s an audit. Lara, that lazy bitch, she’s faking her timesheets. Everybody fudges a little, but that’s just plain fraud.”

“Babe, that woman got in your head. I think it’s best if you just let it go.”

Chloe gnawed on her lip, her pulse quickening at the mere thought. Lara. Her rival in school, now a fellow sales representative. She stroked her husband’s dick harder.

“I know it was her at the bar,” she said. “I saw her talking to the barkeeper before it happened. I can’t prove it, but that was never an accident.”

Her husband just grunted, clearly unwilling to discuss the topic further. She remembered the drinks she had with the sales team last week. One sip was all it took to realize that hers wasn’t the non-alcoholic cocktail she had ordered. The level three punishment shock that had surged through her private parts when the nanites detected alcohol. She had screamed, and if her bladder hadn’t been locked, things would have gotten even more embarrassing.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm down. “That bitch is a bad sales rep, but she can’t be *that* bad. I mean, she didn’t close at all in a third of her sales parties. If that isn’t suspicious, then I don’t know.”

He sighed, rubbing her shoulder. “Just no more fist fights, if you can avoid it.”

She let go of his dick for a moment to elbow him softly in the ribs. “I was justified.”

“Uh-huh. That’s why you won’t cum for a month.”

“And only get to go potty twice a day, I’m very aware.”

Her superiors had not been amused. Forty-eight hours of administrative punishment, an excruciating weekend to remember. Loss of toilet privileges and that slow-cook program? How the stims had brought her right to the edge, again and again, without ever pushing her over. Endless sexual frustration, slamming her fist into her crotch, the countless cold showers she had taken. And of course that hot, burning rage for Lara.

She had been a basket case on Monday.

*I will get you, bitch!*

“You know, babe, your hand jobs are quite something when you’re furious.”

She burst out laughing. “Was I going too hard? Sorry. I've almost calmed down. Almost.”

He pushed her hair back and gave her a kiss on the cheek. His hand cupped her breast, gently brushing over her sealed-off nipple where she couldn’t feel it, then down again, cradling the curve of her breast.

“You know what?” she said. “Fanny and ass may be locked, but the third hole’s still open.”

“I’ll take it.”

“I thought you might.” With a wink, she reached for the glass of water on her nightstand. A quick sip, then she licked her lips.

“Babe, you’re the only girl I ever had who drinks water *before* sucking dick.”

“Duh. If I do it afterwards, it’ll wash away the taste.”

She dove under the blanket, wrapping her lips around that glorious hard dick.

\*

Working nights and weekends on her own time, it had taken almost a month to build her case. She could have pulled the trigger after three days, but decided to check every single timesheet Lara ever submitted. When she finally sat down in that meeting room with Harlow, Chasticorp’s regional manager, her privileges had already been reinstated, and she couldn’t keep a smug grin off her face.

“What’s this?” asked Lara when she entered the room, escorted by a couple of security guards. “And what is *she* doing here?”

“I assigned her to check some irregularities in your paperwork,” said Harlow. His eye twitched, but his face remained unreadable as he pointed at the chair. “Please sit.”

Lara gulped. “Everything has been signed off by my superior. I think she should be present.”

“I’m afraid that won’t be possible. She is no longer with Chasticorp.”

“What? She quit?”

“We decided to part ways by mutual agreement. There was a difference in opinion as to how supervisory duties should be carried out. Fortunately, we have loyal employees who truly live the Chasticorp spirit.” He nodded towards Chloe. “Ms. Sanders, if you would.”

*You have tormented me since first grade. I’m so gonna enjoy this.*

Chloe smiled and shifted in her seat, feeling the familiar presence of the massive egress unit in her rectum. She tapped her data pad. “I have audited every single timesheet you have submitted since you joined Chasticorp. After half a year, discrepancies were starting to show up.”

“There might have been a few honest mistakes,” said Lara, crossing her arms. “But everything was signed off by my superior. That means I’m no longer liable.”

“You are still liable if we’re talking about fraud. That is a criminal offence.”

“Fraud?” Lara’s face turned pale as Chloe tapped her pad again, projecting a table full of numbers on the large screen to her left.

“Yes. I found that in thirty-six percent of your sales parties, you didn’t make a sale. Not even alcohol or drug suppressor shots, and that’s just impossible. That’s why I called every single party host.”

Lara stared at Harlow. His eyes narrowed slightly as he stared back.

“Those people do exist,” said Chloe. “You didn’t make them up. They just never heard of you.”

“Fuck.” Lara exhaled, glancing at the security guards that stood at the door. “Am I… am I going to jail?”

Harlow leaned back in his seat. “Legal checked and confirmed these findings. The fraud aside, the loss in revenue is… *staggering*.” He bit his lip as Lara sunk deeper into her chair. “We could sue for damages, and our counsel estimates a prison term somewhere between six and eight years.”

“S-six and eight years?!”

He nodded. “However, your employment contract offers us some remedies that we’re willing to consider. I strongly suggest you consult with a lawyer.”

\*

Chloe leaned against the counter in Chasticorp’s elegant downtown store, waiting. Rows of sexless mannequins lined the walls, framed posters provided information, and the whole range of products was displayed in cases at the center of the store.

The door to one of the treatment rooms swung open, and Lara waddled out, grimacing as she gingerly moved forward. Chloe bit her lip, clenching her own butt cheeks. *Yeah, it takes a while getting used to that. Four years with mine, and I still don’t walk like I used to.*

Lara shot her an angry glare. “What are you doing here, bitch?”

Chloe smiled and shrugged. “Just wanted to see how you’re doing. I’m glad you decided to join Chasticorp’s dedicated elite.” She patted her own butt. “Customers and people at headquarters recognize when someone really believes in the product.”

“Fuck you.”

“Don’t be like that, come on.” Chloe brushed her hand over the display case. “I’m a little jealous because you got the latest hardware. That egress? Brand new and bigger than mine. I’m on the waiting list, but it'll take weeks until I have it.”

Lara rolled her eyes. “Get out of my way. I have to get back to work.”

“To meet your new boss, yes. Harlow decided to fill that position internally, and guess what?” Chloe beamed. “You’re looking at her.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. You? A five-year contract at half pay with that monster up my ass isn’t enough? I get you as my fucking boss?”

“I’m afraid so.”

Lara closed her eyes for a moment. Her shoulders slumped, taking those small, tentative steps, she looked utterly defeated. “Now I’m really gonna suffer, huh. I should have gone to prison.”

“Don’t say that. I promise to be fair, and I really, honestly hope we’ll get along. But that means, all those rumors you spread about me over the years, the practical jokes, all that is going to stop.” She glanced at her data pad. “I’ll set a meeting to talk over coffee, okay? But now you’ve got to hurry. You have a sales party at Winston Heights in an hour.”

“I guess we’ll see if this really boosts my sales. Do I still get my commissions? They said it's up to my boss.”

“You will,” said Chloe, putting the pad away. “I might even give you a few minutes of playtime once in a while so you can cum. Just remember what the manual says.”

“‘Every unsealed hole is a sales opportunity,’ I know.” Lara sighed. “I have never felt this full in my life. They say the pressure will subside, but does it?”

“Not completely, and definitely not with the size you have. You’ll always feel it when you move. But,” Chloe blushed slightly, “walking down the street, thinking that people might suspect what you got there? That thrill never gets old. A lot of us like that.”

She scoffed. “Company dress and the way I walk? Everybody will know that my ass is stuffed.” She shifted her weight and groaned. “Gods, I never thought they could make that thing fit.”

“That’s why we have highly trained specialists. Anyway, I have given you full toilet privileges for the time being, but if you fudge timesheets again, or if you don’t give it your full effort, that can change. Are we clear?”

Lara gulped. “Yes.”

“Good,” said Chloe, back to her professional smile. “If you do your best and our numbers are good, I might get my next promotion well before your contract is up. Now, chest out, and walk with confidence. Plenty of holes to seal!”