Rabbit Hole

Young and ambitious Chloe goes down the rabbit hole of Chasticorp, a company selling high-tech chastity products for women. This sci-fi tale is inspired by the old Chasti Permalock stories, but much more lighthearted.

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Chapter 1

Chloe stood behind the counter of the food truck. Quarter past noon, rush hour. It was scorching hot right next to the deep fryer, and her sweaty shirt clung to her skin. She was taking orders, handing out food and drinks, working through the long line that always formed at this time of day.

"Not bad, kid," said Marwa, her boss, handing her yet another order. "You're getting the hang of this. Just go easy on the napkins; we're almost out."

"I will. Sorry."

It was her first job after school, and she liked it for the most part. Not what she had hoped for, of course, and it only paid minimum wage, but at least she was around people. Moving to the city had been a big step; fortunately, Andrew had a good job working construction on a large development project.

Damn, this heat is killing me.

Half an hour later, when every order had been filled, she wiped the sweat off her face and looked over to the benches where the customers sat, eating their lunch under colorful parasols. A few construction workers, some people in smart business suits, and a group of women in pretty blue dresses.

Marwa chuckled. "That's half a dozen locked snatches right there."

She was a decent boss and a great cook, but she had a penchant for inappropriate conversation. Chloe glanced over to the group and said nothing.

"Chasticorp." Marwa snorted. "They have their headquarters around the corner."

Despite its exclusivity and discretion, the company was well-known. Enforced chastity, a sophisticated nanite-based technology. They didn't really advertise; it was a business catering towards a wealthy clientele.

"You mean they are all... sealed?" asked Chloe, feeling a blush creeping onto her cheeks.

"Yeah. And have you seen how some of them walk funny? It's not just the frontside, the back is closed off, too."

Chloe stared at the group. "You mean...?"

"Sucking dick is pretty much all they can do." Marwa chuckled. "I'd like to see my husband's face if I decided to put my ass out of business."

It was a lively group of women, they were happily chatting amongst themselves, laughing and seemingly having fun. Pretty, every one of them, but it was true, some of them did walk a bit weird.

Why would they give up sex?

"Put it out of your head," said Marwa, grinning. "That's for rich folks' daughters, to make sure they don't fuck around when they leave home. You couldn't afford it."

Chloe blushed. "Wha--... what do you mean?"

"Just messing with you, kid. Don't forget to pick up the trash when they're done. I'll get the kitchen in order."

After the group had eaten, one of the women walked up to the counter. Her name was Lorna, judging by the name tag on her dress, and she seemed a few years older than the rest of her young colleagues.

"Excuse me," she said, "could I have another napkin? I had a bit of an accident with the sauce."

Chloe glanced over the counter at the small stain on her dress. "Come round back, I'll give you something to wash it out."

"You're a lifesaver, thank you."

Behind the truck, a bit of water and soap took care of the stain, and if you didn't look too closely, nobody would notice. The woman gave Chloe a friendly nod as she returned the soap.

"You... uh... you work for Chasticorp?" asked Chloe, blushing.

"Lorna Ashford, sales manager," she said with a warm smile, "pleased to meet you."

"Chloe."

"So, Chloe," said Lorna, clearly amused, "what do you wanna know?"

"Nothing! I was just wondering..."

Lorna tossed the napkin in the trash. "Why we give up sex for a job? Don't worry, that's a question we hear all the time. When you work in sales, it's essential that you have personal experience with the product. The pay is just amazing, and there's a... certain kind of person who's drawn to this particular lifestyle. Me included."

"But, you couldn't have a relationship. Or a family."

"It's harder, but it's definitely possible. I have a husband and kids, took a break for a few years, and now I'm back on the job, fully sealed." She glanced at the drying spot on her dress and seemed content. "But most of us only do the job in our twenties and later transition to other roles at the company. Administration, customer support, some even to engineering roles. Chasticorp encourages everyone to study."

Chloe stared at her. "You can study?"

"Yes. It's intense, but the people we hire don't mind hard work. I studied business administration when I was your age."

"Huh."

"Sorry, I really have to get back to the office. At Chasticorp, we're punctual, or else." She smiled as she turned to leave. "If you're ready to move up in the world, you could apply. I have a couple of open positions on my team, but the interview process is... extremely challenging."

*

Chloe was sitting in bed in their cramped one-room apartment, reading on her data pad. It was late, after eleven, and since warm water was available again, Andrew had used the opportunity to take a shower. When he came out of the bathroom, with wet hair and in his boxers, she blew him a kiss and slipped her hand out from under the blanket.

"What are you reading?" he asked, sitting down next to her. She leaned against him, feeling his breath and inhaling the fresh scent of his shampoo.

"Just some... research."

He handed her a tissue to wipe her sticky fingers and grinned. "Must be exciting research. Want some help?"

She licked the fingers he offered, and he reached down, under her pajamas. Like always, he found the right spot immediately, and she leaned back, closing her eyes.

"Good like this?" he asked.

She squirmed and grabbed the sheets. "Fuck yes."

*"What scene of Solarian Passion* are you 'researching'? Who's Roberta screwing now?"

"It's not that." She slid the data pad over to him. "It's stupid."

"Chasticorp? Really? That's what's turning you on?"

Chloe shrugged. "It's... interesting. Gets me excited in a weird way. Giving up control, like when you tie me up."

"Oh, you'd love some of it, but I don't think you could stand it. You jump me at least two times a day and still have to get yourself off before bed."

"Just before bed? What do you think I do when you're not around?" She moaned as he rubbed her harder. "It's really fascinating tech. Nanites fuse those seals to your skin, and they say it's unremovable without the access codes. Whoever has the codes decides whether you can cum or not." Her toes curled, and she gritted her teeth. "They could even control whether you can go to the bathroom."

"Huh."

She glanced at his pants. "Looks like it excites you, too. Any chance you could put that to use?" Grinning, she reached for the bundle of rope on the floor. "It's only the third time today. I feel like I need another round."

"Always happy to help. Front or back, Ms.  Sanders?"

"You pick. I bought new lube in case you want to... explore the backside some more."

*

It had taken her two weeks, researching online and reading testimonials until she had finally worked up the courage to submit an application. She hadn't told Andrew; there was a good chance that this wouldn't lead to anything, and it was a conversation she rather put off.

When the invitation to the interview came, conveniently scheduled before work, she made her way to the business district downtown, where Chasticorp's regional headquarters were located in a representative office tower.

Chloe pushed her way through the revolving door and stopped for a moment to take everything in. The lobby was large, with a fountain at the center, a marble-tiled room with expensive-looking paintings and artworks lining the walls. A woman, the receptionist, stood behind a counter at the far side of the room.

Looks like a posh private clinic from some movie.

After a look around, Chloe stopped in her tracks when she heard the clinking of chains and a moan echoing through the lobby. She looked to her left, and there she was: a young woman chained by the neck to a column, sitting on a leather-covered stool. She was naked, but her nipples and crotch were covered by a skin-like material -- company products, no doubt.

"Sorry," she said when Chloe approached. "I'm not supposed to make noise."

"Are... are you okay?"

The woman grimaced. "I'll be fine. But those vibes are fucking evil. I almost came, dammit. For, like, the hundredth time this morning."

"W-why are they doing this to you?"

"I messed up." She squinted her eyes and groaned. "They put me here today because they're interviewing, make sure the candidates can see me. You're applying?"

"I think I better leave," said Chloe, turning on her heel.

"No, no, don't go. It's a great place to work, it's just... different." She groaned again and slammed her fist into her sealed-off crotch. "Other places would just fire you, but not Chasticorp. They tease you and don't let you cum. Go, they won't like it if you're late."

If I had any sense, I would just leave.

Taking a deep breath, Chloe walked around the fountain, up to reception. The extremely busty young woman behind the counter was just as naked as her colleague.

"Good morning," said the receptionist, a warm, professional smile on her lips. "I'm Patricia. How may I help you?"

"I... uh... I'm Chloe Sanders. I have an interview scheduled at eight thirty."

Patricia glanced at her screen. "Perfect. Your hiring manager will be with you in a few minutes." She slid a data pad over the counter. "Please read and sign this waiver."

Chloe quickly read the information on the pad. Legalese, some warnings about explicit language and discomfort during the interview process. She pressed her thumb on the designated box to sign.

"Thank you." Patricia reached under her desk and pulled out a clear plastic container. "Please disrobe completely; I will return your clothes to you after the interview."

"W-what?" Chloe glanced over her shoulder. The only place she had been naked was at home and at the doctor's office. "Y-you want me to... get naked? Here?"

"Almost naked," she said, smiling. "You'll be wearing the collar."

She pointed to her right, and Chloe noticed the waiting area where half a dozen expensive looking leather chairs stood against the wall. A girl sat there, and unlike the other two women she had just met, she was truly naked. No Chasticorp equipment, just a wide silver collar with a chain that tethered her to the back wall.

Gods, this place is crazy!

Chloe stared at the girl, frozen.

"Are you alright?" asked Patricia. "Would you like to cancel the interview?"

"No, no." They said it would be intense. I guess they were right.

She quickly took off her shoes, jacket, and skirt, handing everything to the receptionist. With trembling fingers, she unbuttoned her crisp white blouse. "Everything?"

Patricia nodded. "Everything."

Bra and panties followed the rest of her clothes, and Chloe covered her crotch and breasts with her hands as Patricia put the container under her desk.

"I will call the hiring manager as soon as you're seated."

Chained to that wall, that's what she means.

The tiles under her feet felt surprisingly warm as she rushed to the waiting area, leaving one chair empty between her and the other girl. She picked up the collar, and it felt cool and heavy in her hand, a beautiful piece, but nobody would mistake it for jewelry.

Can't go out without my clothes anyway.

She put it around her neck, and the lock snapped shut, a loud click that sent shivers up her spine. Exhaling deeply, she sat down in the leather chair, legs crossed, covering her breasts with her forearm.

"Hey," said the other girl, extending her hand. "I'm Sophia, here for an interview. And you are...?"

"Chloe." She shook Sophia's hand. "Same."

Staring straight ahead, Chloe tried to calm her nerves. The collar was surprisingly comfortable despite its weight, and when she ran her fingers over it, she couldn't find a seam or locking mechanism. She felt a flutter in her stomach as the moans from the chained up woman near the entrance grew louder and more desperate.

"I wouldn't do that," said Sophia after a few moments, pointing at Chloe's arm. "Don't cover yourself up. We have to show confidence. And compliance, of course."

"C-confidence?"

"Yes. A cousin of mine tried out here, and they want to see how you handle this... situation. They have plenty of open positions, but they have super high expectations."

"Did she... did she get the job?"

"No.  Didn't have what it takes."

Chloe sighed. She lowered her arm and uncrossed her legs, still staring straight ahead. The weight of that collar, the chain that tethered her to the wall. Unable to leave. Everyone crossing the lobby could get a very good look at her. She felt a tingle inside her that was annoyingly difficult to define.

That is so typical. Chained up with nowhere to go, and my nipples are getting hard.

Chapter 2

Time crawled, each moment felt like an hour. She tried to sit perfectly still, watching the woman across the room fight a losing battle, moaning, then cursing, her chain jingling every time she moved. Chloe forced herself to look away, shifting her focus to the fountain, the splashing of the water.

Great. Now I have to pee.

The restrooms were on the opposite side. Unreachable, and even if she wasn't tethered to the wall, she wouldn't have crossed the lobby. Before today, the only people who had seen her naked were her mother, doctors, and three boyfriends, including Andrew. Now, including all the people who had walked by, the number had risen to sixteen. Some glanced over, nobody stared, but it was bad enough.

Number seventeen, an attractive young man, was delivering some sort of package to the receptionist. Feeling his gaze, she slammed her knees together.

Eighteen.

She resisted the urge to cross her legs. Sophia next to her, a frozen smile on her face, gave everyone a view that seemed more appropriate for the bedroom. Or maybe for the gynecologist.

After a nerve-racking wait, Lorna appeared.

"Good morning, Chloe," she said, unlocking the collar with a tap on her comlink. "How are you today?"

Chloe stood up. "I'm fine, thank you."

"Sorry for keeping you waiting." Lorna smiled as she shook Chloe's hand. "You'll be happy to hear that you passed the first part of the interview already. Do you want to continue, or would you rather leave?"

"Continue."

"Very well. Please follow me."

They took the elevator up to the sixteenth floor to a meeting room where two people were already waiting: another woman, wearing the same dress as Lorna, and a handsome man in an immaculate dark business suit, both sitting on the long side of a large conference table.

If they want me to have sex with him, I'm gonna run -- clothes or not.

"Chloe, these are Jake Harlow, our regional manager, and Esme Drayton, sales manager of another team here at Chasticorp."

Chloe nodded and shook their hands, but they didn't offer a chair, so she kept standing. Lorna sat down next to her colleagues and came straight to the point.

"When you work in sales at Chasticorp," she said, "you will have to demonstrate the product, and you will almost always be the only naked person in the room. Imagine you are already wearing Chasticorp, and make sure everyone here gets a good view."

Fuck, what do I do now?

After pondering for a moment, she walked up to the table. Leaning forward, she cupped her breasts, then stood up straight, pushing her crotch forward. It was unsettling, to feel the gaze of strangers on her naked body. The two women studied her carefully; only Harlow kept staring at his notes.

"You are a beautiful young woman, there is no need to be embarrassed," said Lorna. "May I touch you? That is something that will happen during presentations."

Chloe gulped. "Y-yes."

Lorna ran a finger over her neatly trimmed pubic hair. "That will have to go, obviously." She examined her breasts, rolling and pinching her nipples, and made her open her mouth to check her teeth. Two fingers parted her labia, another gently brushed over her engorged clitoris, making her shudder. "Is this how you do it?"

"M-ma'am?"

"How you masturbate. Show us."

A cold shiver ran up and down Chloe's spine. They want me to cum in front of them! Andrew loved watching her when she did it, when she put on a show for him. But that was at home, with a man she loved and trusted.

After a long moment of hesitation and an encouraging nod from Lorna, she licked two fingers. Standing naked in front of these dressed people, she started to rub herself slowly for endless, mortifying seconds until Lorna interrupted her. "That's enough, thank you. Now, show us the final part."

The final part?

She understood and turned around. Beet red and shaking, she bent over at the waist and spread her buttcheeks with her hands.

Gods! I hope I'm clean back there.

"Very good, thank you," said Harlow and waited until she faced them again. "Now, why did you apply at Chasticorp?"

Chloe shifted her weight, keeping her arms by her sides. "I'm looking for a stable job with good income, and Ms.  Ashford mentioned the chance to study. I'm a very hard worker, sir. I will do whatever it takes."

"A lot of people are hard workers," said Esme. "And yet, we hire less than five percent of the candidates we invite for an interview. We are looking for employees who truly identify with the product, who are willing to go the extra mile. Someone who wants to embrace the Chasticorp lifestyle."

"It... uh... I would, of course."

"But you're not a virgin. You're sexually active?"

"I am."

"As you can imagine, if you work for us, sex will be a thing of the past." Esme stood up and hiked up her dress, revealing her own sealed crotch. "Stimulators in your vagina and on your clitoris will allow for a climax, but that is strictly regulated and depends on your job performance. And as you have seen with Olivia in the lobby, they are a very effective instrument for disciplining our workforce."

"I... uh... I work very hard, and I would of course follow the rules, ma'am."

"And yet, sooner or later, everybody ends up on that chain in the lobby." Esme chuckled. "I know I have, and it hasn't been that long ago."

Chloe exhaled sharply. The idea of her ending up in the lobby, being tormented for hours by those stims? It was scary, yes, but there was something else as well -- something she had a tiny glimpse of when Andrew tied her up in bed and used that little purple vibrator on her, keeping her on edge for long, excruciating minutes...

Lorna chuckled. "Oh my, hard nipples. Now we're getting somewhere."

It took Chloe significant effort to keep her hands by her side, to not turn around or cover herself up. She took a deep breath, staring at the floor in front of her.

"Let's see," said Esme. She reached into a suitcase and pulled out a gleaming metal cylinder, roughly the size of a soda can. "This is our so-called egress unit, which is part of our back seal. Its purpose is to prevent anal intercourse, and it breaks down your stool for convenient evacuation. You wear it permanently inside your rectum."

Damn, that thing is huge!

"In m-my...?"

"Yes. Do you practice anal sex?"

"I... I have tried it. Sometimes, ma'am."

"Well, your days of taking it up the butt would be over. The egress is extremely uncomfortable for a while, and you may have seen how some of our team walk. That well-known Chasticorp waddle. You will feel it with every single step, every time you sit down or move in bed. Would you be willing to endure that for a stable job with good pay?"

Chloe gulped, her cheeks burning. Something this large inside her? How would they even get it in? And then, out in the street, if she wore that company dress, people would know. That girl loves being fucked in the ass; that's why they made her wear it -- that's what everyone would think.

The tingle she had felt before had turned into a throb. Gods, pull yourself together!

"Yes, ma'am," she whispered. "I would."

"That is good to know." Lorna smiled and handed her a tissue. "You're leaking down there. Does all of this excite you? Wearing these components and giving up control completely?"

"Y-yes," said Chloe, her voice trembling. She took the tissue, quickly wiping herself. Get a grip, dammit, you're embarrassing yourself.

"Very well." Esme smiled and put the cylinder back in her suitcase. "The back seal is optional, and even if you choose to wear one, we have much smaller sizes available. Those you wouldn't feel at all."

*

The interview continued along more conventional lines for half an hour. Still flushed and full of adrenaline, Chloe breathed a big sigh of relief when she was finally out of the room.

"You can be really proud of yourself," said Lorna on the way back to the elevator. "It's about the toughest interview one could have. I still remember every minute of mine, and that was a long time ago. I couldn't wait to get out of that room."

"Do I... do I have the job?"

"If we decide to hire you, we will send you a message with an employment contract, and I recommend that you read it very carefully. As you can guess, it's not a standard contract. Subsequently, you will be invited to a Chasticorp store and sealed up."

"How long would that typically take until I hear from you?"

"A few days, maybe a week." Lorna called the elevator. "You'll have to have a conversation with your boyfriend, I'd imagine. Make some memories, too."

I hope he doesn't kick me out if I go through with this.

"What about the back seal? Ms.  Drayton said it's optional. But would it be... expected?"

"That is your decision. Most of us have it, and the kind of women we employ wouldn't want to miss it for the world. And the larger the egress, the better."

"Really? Even that huge size?"

"Yes. It's the one I'm wearing." Lorna handed her another tissue and chuckled. "But seeing how you're juicing up again, I think you understand the appeal very well."

*

Just two days later, as Chloe was lying in bed with her head in Andrew's lap, the message arrived in her inbox. She read it, and her heart almost stopped.

"What is it, babe?" asked Andrew. "Everything okay?"

Chloe sighed. "I have a confession to make. I did something that I didn't tell you about."

"Oh?"

"I... uh... applied at Chasticorp. But that doesn't mean I have to take the job. I can just turn it down. I haven't signed anything."

He raised his brow. "So you already had an interview, and now they made you an offer?"

"Yes. Part of me wishes they hadn't, but now..." She took a deep breath, looking up into his eyes. "Imagine me working for a fancy company like that. I wouldn't smell like fries all the time."

"Not sure what's wrong with that," he said, laughing. "Who doesn't like fries, babe?"

She stuck out her tongue. "I'm serious. The salary is so amazing, I could even take night classes."

He brushed a strand of hair out of her face. "But it's not like any other job, right? Chasticorp, they're gonna expect that you... uh... wear their products. Like the girls downtown, the ones in those blue dresses."

"Exactly." She blinked a few tears away. "We wouldn't be able to have sex anymore. I'd be sealed off, to demonstrate the product to customers."

"And that's something you're willing to give up? That's a huge change, for both of us."

Chloe blushed. "If it doesn't work out, I can always quit. They have a three-month notice period. But look, with what I'm making on that truck, I can't even pay my share of the rent."

"I earn okay, don't worry about it. In a few years I might even make foreman."

"And what about me? It's embarrassing that I can't contribute as much as I should. We both work hard, and all we can afford is this tiny apartment where we don't have hot water half the time. I could give it a try, and if it's not working for either of us, I'll quit immediately. You just have to say the word."

He sighed and put his arm around her, sitting with her in silence for a while. Tears in her eyes, she held his hand, listening to his heavy breath.

"You know what?" he said finally. "I love you more than anything, and it wouldn't be fair to hold you back. You always wanted to study, and if that gets you the money..."

"Are you sure? Absolutely sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure." He picked her up. "But if we won't be having sex for a while, we should probably use the time we have."

I guess I'll finally have to learn how to give a proper blowjob.

Chapter 3

Chloe signed her employment contract the same day and reported to Chasticorp's downtown store for her fitting the next week. She stood naked in one of the treatment rooms in the back of the store, her clothes neatly folded on a bench in the corner.

The chair at the center of the room reminded her of the one at her gynecologist's office. This particular chair, however, looked a lot more sturdy. It was bolted to the floor, and it had a number of leather straps to secure a patient's legs, wrists, and midsection. Just looking at it gave her goosebumps and a very curious tingle inside her. Absentmindedly, she reached between her legs and started rubbing herself.

Dammit! What are you doing? Maybe it's best that they're locking you up.

Shifting her weight from one leg to the other, nervously tapping her finger on the chair's smooth surface, she waited in the brightly lit, windowless room. She hadn't slept much; the night had been intense, a last night of wild, passionate sex with Andrew. Her pulse quickened, thinking about how he had moved inside her, for the last time, probably for years. She felt a tightness in her chest and took a deep breath.

At least we have it all on video.

After a few minutes of waiting, the nurse came in. She looked to be in her late twenties, wearing pink scrubs that stretched over a pregnant belly. Eight months along, maybe more.

"Good morning, Chloe," she said with a warm smile. "I'm Salma, your Chasticorp fitting specialist."

"Good morning."

She glanced at her data pad. "Ah, a new colleague. Welcome to Chasticorp." She scrolled through the information. "You're from sales, that means anesthesia is off the table."

"Yes. My boss said I'm getting the full experience. In case customers have questions." Chloe bit her lip. "Is it very...?"

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle. Please hop on the chair, we'll get you sorted right away."

Chloe climbed on the chair, putting her legs into the stirrups.

"It's procedure, even for colleagues," said Salma, fastening the straps. "This requires precision, and some patients would touch their seals before they're fully bonded. And the patients who decline anesthesia say it... adds to the experience. Hands, please..."

Strapped tightly into the chair, her legs spread wide, she felt exposed and helpless. Despite her best effort, that faint tingle turned into a heavy throb. Pull yourself together, dammit!

"First things first." Salma injected Chloe's arm with a clear liquid. "That's the alcohol and drug suppressor. When the nanites in your bloodstream detect any prohibited substance, you will receive a punishment shock through your stims."

"That's... very painful?"

"I took a sip of beer once to see how sensitive it is. I'll never do it again."

After injections into each areola, Salma took a package from a tray and ripped it open. "This may sting a little, but try to stay perfectly still. The nanites will desensitize your nerves and bond the material to your skin."

She placed two brown patches from the package on Chloe's breasts, covering her nipples and areola completely. She aligned the patches and applied gentle pressure. Chloe winced when she felt pins and needles in her nipples, and the seals' color slowly morphed to match the color of the surrounding skin.

"All done."

The catheter with its valve came next.

"Take a deep breath. You will feel some pressure."

It wasn't too bad. Salma gently shoved the tube with its remote-controlled valve into Chloe's urethra. A short piece of the tube would be connected with the front seal later.

"It's closed, you can relax completely. From now on, you will use the remote control on your comlink to urinate. There is no restriction on that -- unless you're being disciplined, of course."

"Feels a bit weird," said Chloe, shifting in the chair.

"You'll forget that it's even there. I'm so glad I have mine; when you're pregnant, you're normally running to the bathroom every five minutes." Salma chuckled and wiped Chloe with a tissue. "You seem to be quite excited."

"Sorry. It's... being tied up, giving up control. Definitely adds to the experience."

Salma grinned. "Most of us at Chasticorp are like that. Now, I'll put in the vaginal stim, and then let's get you sealed up."

After the stim was inserted and another series of injections, she placed an anatomically shaped brown patch on Chloe's groin and connected it to the stim and the catheter. The material bonded to her skin with the now familiar prickling sensation.

"Let's do a quick test. Brace yourself." With the press of a button, both vaginal and clitoral stimulators whirred to life, making Chloe jump and strain against the straps holding her to the chair. The sensation stopped after a few seconds.

"Wow, that's intense!"

"The nanites heighten the sensation. When you climax, it will be a lot stronger than anything you ever felt." She smiled. "If playtime wasn't time-restricted, most of us would never get out of bed."

"C-can you show me?"

"I'm sorry, that has to be earned. You'll get there in a few weeks, but the wait is worth it, trust me. Now, for the final part."

Salma reached into a drawer and pulled out four steel cylinders, wrapped in clear plastic.

"That's our range of egress units, from small to extra large. Nine to twelve centimeters high, three to seven centimeters in diameter. They will all fulfill their purpose, and they will all fit. I wear the medium size; it's just a matter of personal preference."

Chloe had already made her decision, but she swallowed hard when she saw the devices up close. She knew that Lorna, her boss, was wearing the extra large. This was commitment, the extra mile Esme spoke of. It meant truly living the lifestyle.

"I... uh... I'd like the extra large, please."

"You are aware that something this size will mean significant discomfort for an extended period of time? Here, let me show you." She untied Chloe's left wrist and handed her the extra large egress. "The company allows switching to different sizes only after six months of wear, and the cost of the procedure will be deducted from your salary. Are you absolutely sure?"

Chloe weighed the smooth cylinder in her hand. She knew from her research that it was hollow inside, a reservoir with a bit of machinery, but judging from its significant weight, the walls had to be a lot thicker than those of the smaller models.

She cleared her throat and handed the device back to Salma. "I'll take it."

"Okay." She chuckled as she fastened Chloe's free wrist again. "You salesgirls are a bunch of masochists. Remember that I warned you."

Salma spread the cool lubricant around Chloe's anus. "Please relax. I have to dilate you."

Chloe felt the gentle push of a finger, then another one. It felt nice, familiar. An echo of Andrew's touch that she would have to live without from now on.

"I see you have some experience," said Salma, adding a third finger, stretching her out.

Chloe blushed. "We practiced a lot. My boyfriend is very well equipped. It... uh... it took me a while until I could take him."

"The nanites will keep your sphincter muscles in perfect working order. When the seal is off, you'll find that you have to start your training all over again."

Salma replaced her fingers with a speculum, slowly increasing the diameter, taking long breaks every time she turned the screw.

"You're still wearing your egress?" asked Chloe, her eyes closed to focus on the sensation.

"My front seal, too." Salma chuckled. "You don't have to take the seal off to get pregnant. There's maintenance access for artificial insemination, and it's not like my wife could get me pregnant in the traditional way."

Chloe stared at her, speechless. "You'll keep wearing... everything? Up to delivery?"

"If the baby doesn't turn, there's no need to take it off at all. But the nipple seals will have to go for breastfeeding, obviously." She turned the screw again. "Just a little more. I could get my hand in, and I wouldn't even touch the sides."

After a few minutes, Salma unwrapped the extra large egress unit, holding it up with an amused smile. "Now it's too late to change your mind."

Gods, here it comes.

Chloe glanced at the tray with the other, much smaller models, and she gasped as Salma pushed it home. The cool metal cylinder filled her with an unyielding pressure that made her feel stretched way beyond her limits.

"Gods, I feel full." She took a deep breath. "That really, really hurts."

Salma removed the speculum. "I told you. The pain will subside after a few minutes, but it will remain uncomfortable for a while. Eventually, it'll be just a part of you."

It took an excruciating half hour until Chloe's sphincter returned to normal. After another dose of nanites, Salma connected the evacuation tube from the egress unit to the rear seal, and it bonded to the skin like the previous components.

"That's it," she said, opening the buckles of the straps. "I'll help you get down."

Chloe's limbs, stiff from being bound, felt heavy yet strangely light as the pressure eased. The egress shifted inside her as she stood up, still extremely uncomfortable, but no longer as painful. Walking, as she had expected, was a challenge. Each step was a reminder of that massive thing inside her rectum, a constant, undeniable presence. This was it. Her new normal.

"Welcome to Chasticorp," said Salma. "With that waddle, you'll fit right in at Sales."

Chloe winced. "Feels like I need to go to the bathroom really bad."

"You couldn't; your boss has your access codes. But she'll be here in a few minutes to pick you up. I'll give you a bag for your clothes; she'll bring your company dress."

*

It wasn't just Lorna, it was the entire team. The door opened, and eight women in Chasticorp blue streamed into the treatment room. Still naked, Chloe kept her hands at her sides as they looked her over from head to toe. The seals had perfectly adjusted to her skin color, and no seam was visible. Strangely, she didn't feel as naked as she had in the lobby a few days ago.

"Welcome to the team," said Lorna. "Everyone's excited and wanted to meet you. Please meet: Angela, Yasmin, Elena, ..."

Lorna quickly introduced everyone, and Chloe did her best to memorize their names as they surrounded her, giving her hugs, running fingers over her seals, touching buttocks and breasts.

"Salma mentioned you picked the extra large," said Yasmin. "Proud of you! How bad is it?"

"It's okay," said Chloe, shifting her weight.

"Liar." Yasmin giggled, patting Chloe's butt. "I cursed myself a lot in the first weeks, but it gets better. Wouldn't wanna miss mine; nothing like a huge tin can up your ass to remind you that your holes are company property."

Lorna cleared her throat. "I think it's time for your dress. Unless you wanna stay like that on the way to the office."

Chloe stared at her. "Y-you mean, go naked? In the street?"

"Not naked, silly," said Gabriela, handing her a pair of heels in company colors. "Here's your shoes. But it's totally fine if you wanna chicken out."

Yasmin scoffed. "I don't remember you going naked. You don't even have a back seal, Ms.  Empty Ass."

"Yeah, yeah." Gabriela stuck out her tongue. "I prefer dick back there, that's all."

Lorna raised her hand. "Chloe, you're fully sealed, that's street legal, and it's just ten minutes. But if you want to wear the dress, it's perfectly fine."

Chloe gulped. "No, no, I'll do it."

*

Supported by Yasmin and Lorna, she felt everyone's eyes on her, people staring and whistling as the group walked to the office. When they arrived in the lobby, the leather stool near the fountain was empty, and the chain with the collar was lying on top.

"I thought Olivia was due again," said Gabriela. "Something about being late?"

Lorna shook her head. "More like never being on time, but she's on a business trip today. Esme said she'll serve the rest of her time on Thursday."

Chloe stared at the stool. "Does this... happen a lot?"

"The punishments?" asked Lorna. "Depends. Usually, we have one or two delinquents per week. Olivia being one of them. But sometimes it gets really busy down here."

Gabriela giggled. "When we played that prank on Harlow, we needed all the visitor chairs. It was super funny, though; his hair was pink for a week."

"You're lucky he's got a sense of humor." Lorna bit her lip. "This is supposed to be a professional environment, not a boarding school. I would have let you stew for the rest of the day."

"He's a softie," said Gabriela, grinning. "And we learned our lesson after an hour. That's what we said, anyway. And none of us has been down here in almost a month."

"Uh-huh." Lorna turned to Chloe. "I'll show you to your desk, then we'll go for lunch, and you have Orientation class in the afternoon. We found that you adjust faster if you keep the dress off the first couple of weeks while you're in the office, but that's your decision."

Chloe groaned when she felt the egress shift. "What about the... uh... the bathroom?"

"Meet me tonight after Orientation, I'll give you your access codes and show you how it works. But don't be late, or you'll have to wait until tomorrow."

*

After a quick lunch in the cantina, Chloe spent the rest of the day in class with a number of other recent hires, two of them fully sealed girls who had also decided to forego their dresses.

When she came home, she fell into Andrew's arms, burying her face in his chest, feeling the warmth and safety of his embrace.

"How was it?" he asked when she finally let go.

"Intense, and really interesting. Lots of stuff to learn, but everyone was so nice." She beamed, grabbing the hem of her new dress. "Wanna see?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

She took off her dress, and he whistled. "Wow. That's hot in a way." He ran his fingers over her seals. "Feels like skin, and it looks... natural."

"Yes, as if it had always been like that. Amazing stuff, super expensive."

He patted her crotch. "You really don't feel anything?"

"No, nothing. I mean, I feel my egress." She grinned, then she winced. "Almost changed my mind at the last minute, but I went through with it. The extra large."

"Typical, but at least you were prepared. Honestly, we were going so hard last night, I was worried we might have wrecked you."

"Nah, that was nothing compared to what I got today."

"Nothing?" He laughed. "Way to hurt the male ego."

Chloe giggled and reached between his legs. "That's not what I meant. They said it would fit, but I only really believed it when the nurse shoved it in." She showed the size with her fingers. "It was this big. It looked bigger than in the pictures."

"Seven centimeters, wasn't it?"

"Yes. It still feels like I need to go to the bathroom really bad. I'm so stuffed back there, I almost couldn't focus on my classes. Everyone says it'll get better, though." She grinned. "The good thing is that I have something to take my mind off it."

"Yeah?"

"Told you my research would be worth it. In Orientation class, I was the only one who knew the annual revenue of Chasticorp and who founded it. I earned ten minutes of playtime; I can't wait to try it out."

"I'll make dinner," he said, grinning. "Knock yourself out, babe."

"You don't wanna watch?" She licked her lips as she rubbed her sealed crotch. "When this thing makes me cum and I can't even touch myself down there? I imagine I would moan a lot..."

"When you put it like that..."

"But I waited all day, I can wait a bit longer. I'll be a good girlfriend and do you first." She reached for his belt. "We watched a very interesting video in Orientation. How to please your partner when you're down to... uh... just one hole. You wouldn't believe how many different techniques there are."

"You don't say."

"Sit down on the bed, and I'll show you what I learned. Just a small... preview. I don't think it'll be perfect right away, of course."

He chuckled as he stepped out of his pants and boxers. "You're saying it might require lots of practice? Probably over a long period of time?"

"Uh-huh." She got down on her knees in front of him. "I'm a quick learner, but I'd say I need six or seven times a day to reach professional levels. More on the weekends. Unless that's too intense for you."

"You're already pretty good, I'd say."

"No, I'm not. I really want to get used to the taste, work on my gag reflex..." She looked up at him and winked. "They say nobody sucks dick like a Chasticorp girl. I hope I can count on your support to get there."

"Always," he said as she took him into her mouth. "I'm happy to do my part."