Chapter 2

By late afternoon, all carpets downstairs had been vacuumed, shelves dusted, floors mopped. The bathrooms were spotless, especially the toilets – a stark contrast to the situation inside Chadwick’s filthy diaper. She released another long stream of pee as she leaned against the hallway wall, catching her breath.

Her back hurt. Her arms hurt. More than anything, her feet hurt. This was much harder work than expected. Walking around the house half naked with warm, sticky feces clinging to her skin had felt exhilarating at first, but her initial arousal had long given way to exhaustion.

I could really use a drink.

As the hours passed, Annie’s supervision had become a little spotty. She was chaotic, lazy, and worked only the bare minimum, if at all, but she had a talent for squeezing fun out of every situation. She sat on the couch, drinking and masturbating while fulfilling her supervisory duties.

A notorious troublemaker, the girl was a local celebrity. Everyone in town knew the story of the boozy former stripper who, fresh out of jail for crashing her car into a fruit stand, joined the Chadwick household as a maid. Ella, the cook and Annie’s mother, had pushed for her employment to have an eye on her wayward daughter. Hiring Annie against her husband’s wishes had been one of the lasting triumphs of Chadwick’s marriage.

“Hey, Mrs. C!” she shouted. “Who said you could take a break? Move your lazy ass!”

Chadwick sighed and waddled forward, unable to close her legs. Her bowels had to be almost empty by now, most of their contents deposited into the oversized diaper. She felt dirty, but had long become oblivious to the stench she was spreading throughout the house.

“The kitchen’s the last room on this floor,” said Annie, walking over with a half-empty glass in hand and her panties stuffed into the front pocket of her uniform. “Let’s do that now, and then we continue upstairs.”

With a firm grip on the nipple, Annie dragged her through the living room and down the hallway toward the kitchen. Chadwick shuffled behind her, struggling to keep up.

At the end of the hallway, the door flew open and Ella, the cook, blocked their way. She was a heavyset, resolute woman with short black hair under a white hat and had been working for the family for as long as Chadwick could remember. Even now, as an adult, she found the woman positively frightening.