Business Trip from Hell (Part Four) by John Knuckles

Almost done with John Knuckles appreciation here. Somebody asked for this part, so here it is.

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The CEO is almost at her breaking point, but refuses to surrender to her tormentors.

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Rachel Queen only slept in the finest lingerie. There wasn't a nightie in her closet that cost less than $2,500.

The top French designers eagerly sent her their latest lingerie, typically months before their naughtiest new designs debuted on the runways of Paris, London and New York City. Louis Frey Vandurant was her favorite; he personally offered Rachel his sexiest new robes, nighties and jammies (plus holiday invitations to his castle in Loire). The lingerie he designed was obscenely glorious: Bright, vibrant colors, erotic cuts and composed of the most luxurious fabrics available. (Then, under an assumed name, Rachel shipped her new nighties to a tailor in Trenton to have her falsies permanently sewed-in; after all, if another 9/11 were to happen in the wee hours of the evening, she certainly didn't want to be caught in, ahem, her "diminished" natural state!) Sometimes, when she was alone in her apartment at night, she'd slip on her leather boots and strut in front of her bedroom mirror in her skimpiest Vandurant nighties! The thought of how AMAZING she looked made the CEO smile...

That's what made her current predicament so dehumanizing:

She was under the covers, topless, snuggling in bed with her much-younger junior employee. Her falsies had been taken away... along with her slinky designer dress and undies.

And because of her earlier "accident" when she wet the sheets(!) like a bad widdle baby, she was now wearing nothing but a large, puffy diaper. Not just any diaper, mind you: A diaper that had been secured with a "belt" of duct tape... to make sure she couldn't remove it on her own.

And it was a diaper that was far too puffy for her to... er... "scratch" the ungodly itch that radiated from her privates. She -- she couldn't even play with herself!

Rachel choked a sob and buried her face in her hands.

Jeff Jones, her 20-something employee, was sleeping contently with his arm around her, gripping her loose tummy-fat with his fingers. His semi-hard cock poked at her pampered ass and he rested his thigh on her hips. Still feeling the after-effects of the experimental Viagra he gave her, she tried a few times to pull his hands up towards her breasts. Rachel closed her eyes and imagined how GOOD his big, strong hands would feel on her naughty nipples... how HOT it would be to surrender her flesh, her sex and her soul to him. The thought itself was BEYOND absurd: Rachel Queen -- the most ruthless CEO in the fashion industry -- in a diaper, getting sexually dominated by her junior executive! Nobody, and I mean NOBODY, would ever believe it!

But... that was part of the turn-on...

And now she couldn't help but fantasize about locking horns and fighting with her young, impudent challenger... slapping him in his handsome face... getting throttled in return... and VIOLENTLY thrown down on the hotel bed... oh, God! Jeff Jones peeling off his clothes while she watched... his cock growing hard... she struggles to get away, but he somehow catches her... he shreds her dress and strips her of her undies, licking his lips... he flips her and manhandles her... he wants her so badly, he's overcome with raw lust... Mmm!

Rachel's hips began to buck and her pussy moistened...

While her suboordinate softly snored, she grabbed his hands and raised them up her pale belly, towards the upper-half of her torso -- not all at once, but v-e-r-y, v-e-r-y slowly, as not to wake him. The older woman tried to breathe as quietly as she could -- no easy task, since her body YEARNED to moan...

She looked over at her young employee: Sigh... he was so fucking CUTE when he slept! The perfect plaything -- and his hands were so large and powerful! Rachel wet her mouth in anticipation: Any moment now his long fingers were going to SQUEEZE her aching tits! Oh, baby! But juuuuust before his fingertips reached her poor throbbing nipples, he grumbled unexpectedly and pushed his arm down, returning his fingers to her fleshy midsection.

"Sorry, pookie. I need something more substantial to hold on to than those jellybeans you call tits. Your beer belly will be just fine."

"Wh... what?!"

"Go back to sleep."

WHAT?!

Rachel fumed in despair at her powerless state: Damn that Jeff Jones! DAMN him! He now knew all her private, intimate details: The size of her underdeveloped breasts, the shape of her big ass -- hell, he even knew that her belly stuck out farther than her chest! DAMN HIM! After years of carefully protecting her image and wearing padded clothes, this little TWERP had systematically stripped her of her clothes, her falsies, her reputation, her dignity... even her pubic hair! All that would be horrible enough... but now he had actually done the impossible and stuck the great Rachel Queen in a... a DIAPER...!!

Rachel tried to go back to sleep... but it wasn't easy.

3:17 a.m.

"Jeff! Jeff! Wake up!"

"Wh... what's going on..." He squinted at the hotel clock.

"I -- I have to go to the bathroom."

"So?"

"My back hurts! I need help getting out of bed! Please! It - it's an emergency!"

Jeff grumbled and rolled over. "Use your diaper. Good night."

"JEFF! I will most certainly not use a diaper! Now help me this instant!"

Cursing under his breath, Jeff sat up and stumbled out of bed. Half asleep, he staggered over to his bitchy boss.

"What's taking you so long?" she snapped. "Help me up, stupid!"

She impatiently held out her arms -- like a noble women demanding to be served by her errand boy. But instead, he scooped her out of bed in his muscular arms and cradled her body high in the air -- like she was an itsy-bitsy kid! Rachel was suddenly at least six-feet above the floor, with her bare feet limply dangling to the sides.

She felt so small and childlike!

Jeff looked down at Rachel's girlish micro-nipples and leered at her like a cocky frat boy. Ha! Barely a pair of mosquito bites! Despite her D-cup reputation (and Photoshopped bikini pics that appeared in glamor magazines and billboards) her REAL bust was virtually nonexistent. Well, maybe some slight swelling in the region surrounding her dainty nips, but nothing more -- she wouldn't even qualify as an A-cup! The famously busty Miss Rachel Queen was as flat as an Asian preteen! Oh, if this ever got out...

She saw his eyes, squealed and quickly covered her tiny boobies.

"Excuse me! K -- keep your eyes on the hallway, Mr. Jones! Not my body!"

"...sorry, Miss Queen."

"Don't let it happen again, young man," she admonished. "How rude! Control your disgusting male urges!"

"...sorry, Miss Queen."

Rachel refused to drop the subject: "I am your boss and I demand to be treated with respect! You WILL NOT give into temptation and look at me like -- like THAT! What were you thinking?"

She hoped he would say that he was so turned-on by her beautiful body, he just couldn't resist. But instead:

"Oh, I'm simply trying to figure out why you're so difficult to carry, Miss Queen. Ugh!"

"Wh -- what the HELL do you mean by that?!"

"Sheesh.... You're so bottom-heavy! Like a weeble-wobble! How much do you weigh anyway?"

"N -- not that it's any of your business, but I only weigh 118 pounds! That's the weight listed on my official supermodel profile!"

She sucked-in her stomach and tried to look skinny.

"Well, there's a scale right here... I know I weigh 205 pounds. Let's do an experiment." He stepped on the scale.

"Stop that!" she shrieked. "G -- get off that! Now!"

Instead he looked down. "With you in my arms I weigh... let's see..."

"JEFF!"

"...346 pounds! You liar! Rachel Queen weighs... a whopping 141 pounds! Ha, ha! Mostly in her rump, since she's got nothing upstairs!" He playfully goosed her rear.

"F -- Fuck you! Asshole!! You -- you did it wrong!"

But her poker face gave her away. She was horrified! Tears were welling in her angry green eyes.

"You totally have the body of a weeble-wobble," he laughed, putting his boss back on her unsteady feet. "Fine, go do your pee-pee business. And congrats for not pissing all over the bed this time."

But she just stood there, still hiding her little nipples in her hands.

"J -- Jeff... can you please remove my diaper... sir?" She twiddled her fingers and looked up at him longingly. Her weight shifted from foot to foot.

"What was that, Miss Queen? I didn't hear you."

"I... I need you to change my diaper. Please! I -- I really need to go!" She stomped her little feet for added emphasis.

Miss Queen sounded so pathetic, begging for a diaper change! Jeff had to bite his tongue not to laugh.

"Are you SURE, Miss Queen? They gave you that pretty white diaper for a reason."

The frazzled CEO was hopping around, trying to cross her legs. Her big belly looked unusually distended.

"YES! I -- I need to make!" she cried, doing the pee-pee dance. "Hurry! Please! I -- I gotta make potty!"

"Calm down, calm down... okay, let's help you go tinkle like a big girl. Put your hands on your head and walk over here."

"Y -- Yessir!"

She put her hands on her head, revealing her small breasts to him one more time. Her tender nipples hardened at once. The SHAME of being seen topless in a diaper was almost unbearable! Oh, how she HATED how this JERK was allowed to look at her like this! But she needed to pee soooooo badly...

With choppy baby-steps, she quickly waddled over.

Jeff leaned back and laughed. "Good girl! You're listening so well!"

Rachel was in too much discomfort to protest. Her round tummy was about to burst! With a sly grin, Jeff slowly unraveled the duct tape, and after a few agonizing seconds, her diaper fell to the floor with a thud.

And with that, Rachel Queen was completely, 100 percent naked in front of her junior employee once again. To his astonishment, she courtesied!

"Th -- thank you, sir!"

Jeff gazed at her bare body, focusing intently on her freshly-shaven pussy: It was bright pink, but the most startling revelation was how the loss of her pubic hair had completely altered her body's appearance. Before, her thick, womanly bush had made it VERY clear that Miss Rachel Queen was a mature, older woman -- irrespective of her miniscule breasts.

And now?

With her flat chest, chubby buns, distended belly and hairless snatch, the legendary supermodel truly resembled a fat little girl. It was almost as if her adulthood had been taken away! Remarkable! And even though the diaper had been removed, for some reason she was still standing comically bowlegged.

"Please... help me onto the toilet," she squealed, raising up her arms. And so he did, lifting her by the armpits and depositing her on the seat.

She looked at him nervously. "Th -- thank you."

He just stood there.

"Um, you can leave now. Please." Her face burned in discomfort at being oggled while sitting naked on a potty.

"That's okay, Miss Queen. I'll just stick around and make sure everything goes according to plan. No offense, but your track record at going wee-wee isn't exactly stellar."

"But... I -- I can't make if you watch!"

"Just relax, Miss Queen."

The CEO curled her toes and fidgeted, forming an unhappy scowl. After a few seconds of stalling, the poor woman just couldn't hold it in any longer -- and the sound of her piss hitting the inside of the bowl echoed throughout the bathroom. Then, without warning, Rachel farted.

Her expression was priceless! Rachel's cheeks turned crimson and her eyes welled with tears.

"Oh, NO! I -- I'm so embarrassed! Please -- go away! I need my privacy! G -- get out of here!"

She farted again.

Jeff snickered. "Miss Queen! Sitting naked on the crapper, tooting up a storm! Well, let's try to neutralize your naturally stinky scent..."

He reached into her travel bag and pulled out a bottle of her most expensive perfume. He aimed carefully -- and sprayed right at her snatch!

But the perfume was alcohol-based. And her skin was so very, VERY sensitive from her non-lubricated shaving in the hallway:

"OW!! OW!! OH GOD!! IT BURNS!!!"

Rachel was waiving her arms hysterically, kicking her bare feet in the air. Her pussy! It felt like it was on fire!

"HELP ME, JEFF!! PLEASE!! IT BURNS!!"

Not knowing what else to do, Miss Queen started spanking her beaver, desperately trying to put out the wildfire. But her pussy still smoldered:

"THIS HURTS SO BAD!! OW!! OW!! OWWWW!!!!"

Jeff looked around the hotel bathroom and grabbed the first thing he saw: A bottle of mouthwash. He poured the contents over her blazing pussy.

Alas, the mouthwash was alcohol-based too...

"MY PUSSY!! OW!! OW!! OWWWW!!! NOOOOO!!!! THIS IS WORSE!!!!! OH HOLY CHRIST!!!!"

The prim and proper CEO was squatting in the buff, furiously shaking her shaven vagina, trying to air-dry her flaming-hot snatch. Jeff watched in amazement. What a show! The way her small nipples bounced when she shook herself! The way her entire pink pussy was gaping open!

"Stop staring and HELP ME!!!!!" she screamed. Tears were rolling down her eyes... she was in so much agony, she was huffing and puffing, desperately trying to blow cool air on her snatch!

This time Jeff squirted a fistful of hand lotion into his mitts, reached down to Rachel's aching pussy, and started massaging it in.

"It -- it still burns!! Rub harder!! Please!! Owwww! This hurts so bad!"

"Whatever you say, Miss Queen."

Jeff slathered his boss' crotch with another handful of lotion and massaged all the nasty crevices and creases of her denuded pelvis. His hand was making a loud SLOSHING noise as he rubbed, patted, gripped and squeezed...

"Owww! Oww! That -- that's better... ohhh... ohhhhhh..."

Jeff was squatting inches from his arrogant boss, massaging her aching hole with BOTH his hands -- and all 10 of his fingers! He was giggling like the Joker -- exploring every inch of Miss Queen's hairless vagina with impunity, making sure to remember every last inch with photographic detail: every birthmark, every wrinkle, every blemish. Rachel was bucking her hips to amplify the pressure of his fingers, grinding HARD with all her might.

Grunt... grunt... grunt...

With little effort, two of Jeff's fingers slipped inside Rachel's pussy.

"J -- Jeff! JEFF! You..."

A third finger was circling her puckered anus. The baby-faced marketing director stared at her nether region(s) and couldn't help but notice that Genevieve Princess' shaving left much to be desired: Long scraggly pubic hairs were clearly visible below her pussy, adorning her adorable butthole with a thin ring of hair.

"Yes... yes! Th -- that's it... Ohhhhhh..."

Grunt... grunt... grunt...

Then he stopped.

"Wh... what are you doing?" she whispered. Her hips bucked helplessly against the empty breeze.

But Jeff just looked at her.

"You... you're not done yet!" Rachel ordered in a weak, raspy voice. "I -- I still burn! Put your hand back! Quickly!"

She continued to buck her bare hips in front of him.

"Miss Queen, don't insult my intelligence," Jeff reprimanded. "If you want me to give you the greatest orgasm of your life, then say so."

"No! Honest! It -- it still burns, that's all! Rub me!"

Jeff shook his head: "Tell the truth, Miss Queen -- or no more touchy-wouchy!"

Rachel's sad eyes were ablaze and her lower lip jutted out several inches in a childish pout, completing her horrible regression: Yesterday she was the voluptuous, ass-kicking CEO and supermodel of Queen Swimwear. Her employees cowered in FEAR of her. Men DREAMED of kissing her lips. And now... the great Rachel Queen was a pouty-faced little girl, sitting naked on the potty, begging this snot-nosed kid to stick his finger back in her pussy. Oh, God...

With tears in her eyes, the great Rachel Queen finally caved:

"Damn you, Jeff!! I -- I hate you!! Fine, I -- I admit it: I want you to touch me!"

But Jeff still didn't move.

"Pllllleeeeaaasssse, Jeff! PLEASE!! I -- I need you to touch me!"

The young employee winked at her.

"First spread your nasty pussy nice and wide for me. And then I'll consider it. "

"O -- okay!" she sobbed, parting her legs and pulling her pussy lips apart, slouching down on the toilet seat. "Touch me, Jeff! Please! I NEED to cum!" She wiggled her little clitty for him and howled in humiliation...

"Miss Queen!" he exclaimed. "You look pregnant! Hee, hee! I had no idea your belly stuck out like that! Suck-in your fat stomach, for Christ's sake."

Indignant, she tightened her stomach muscles... and farted again.

Jeff snickered. Rachel burst into tears.

"Wah! Wah! This can't be happening! Wah!"

"This bathroom reeks," he said in disapproval. "If you're done with all your tooting, get off the shitter and out of the bathroom. Then I want you to lay down on the bed and spread your snatch again, Miss Queen. This time, try not to fart on me."

"Okay!" she sobbed. "I'm sorry! Don't tell anyone!"

Without waiting for his help, the horny CEO slipped off the potty and meekly crawled on her hands and knees, wiggling her body past Jeff's feet.

"Bad girl!" he said, swatting her on the ass.

"Ow! That HURT!"

Rachel had NEVER felt so thoroughly disgraced. It was unfathomable: Miss Rachel Queen was naked, crawling on her hands and knees -- like a little BITCH -- while her employee smacked her rear end! Jeff gleefully watched her big butt jiggle -- and her hairy anus wink back at him -- as she crawled out of the bathroom...

"I'm a fan of the woman's movement... especially when I'm behind it! Ha!"

Grunt, grunt, grunt...

Panting, Rachel pulled herself up on the hotel bed. She could feel her healthy ass cheeks wobble as she straddled the sheets, rolled to her back, and spread herself wide.

"I -- I've done everything you said!" she sobbed. "Please... you need to touch me."

"Maybe this isn't such a good idea, Miss Queen."

"No! NO!! You... you can't change your mind! PLEASE!! TOUCH ME!!" She kicked her legs high in the air. "TOUCH ME!! We -- we had a deal, Jeff! WE HAD A DEAL!"

"I know, but you threatened me with sexual harassment. Remember? How do I know you're not trying to set me up?"

Despite her angish, Rachel couldn't help but laugh: SHE was setting HIM up?! Seriously?! SHE was the one as naked as a jaybird, spreading her pussy on the bed! She had been stripped, shaved, diapered and humiliated -- and she was setting up HIM?! If only!

"I beg you... Jeff... PLEASE!! J -- Just... I need to be touched!"

Jeff adjusted his cock. "You want my big dick inside of you, Miss Queen?"

"Yes, sir! Yes, sir!" She was pulling open her pussy lips, offering herself on a silver platter... showing him all her most intimate parts... all the parts she had kept hidden from everyone else...

"I don't like condoms," Jeff declared. "And I ain't gonna wear one. Will that be a problem?"

"No sir!" she cried, bucking her hips without remorse, feeling her cunny-juices race down her pussy and into her ass.

Jeff reached down and stroked her throbbing, aching nipples! Rachel nearly orgasmed right then and there!

"Do you want me to cum in you?" the beautiful boy whispered in her ear.

"Yes! Yes!" she screamed, unable to contain herself. "Cum in! Cum in! CUUUUUMMMM IIIINNNN!!!!!"

Suddenly, a loud clicking noise came from the hallway. A familiar voice boomed: "You heard her. She SAID we can come in!"

The hotel door swung open.

Genevieve Princess, the hotel doctor, and half-a-dozen 20-year-olds walked right into their room!

Rachel froze in fear! She was totally naked, displaying herself like a crazed nympho to a brand-new audience of onlookers, including her bitter ex-employee! This was her greatest nightmare! Adding to her misery, she was sopping wet -- on the verge of climaxing -- and dripping all over!

"Is everything okay?" asked the hotel doctor, approaching the bed with a perverted grin. "I was making my late-evening rounds with my students, when we received a phone call from your concerned neighbor. She heard someone yelling in pain and asked us to check. Wasn't that nice of her?"

"I -- I'm fine," stammered Rachel, burning bright red and DYING of embarrassment. She crossed her legs and hugged her girly chest, praying for a miracle. "J -- just get out! Get out of my room!"

"Are you sure?" the doctor asked. "We can give you a complete check-up. It could be our new class project! What fun!"

"YES, I'M SURE!!! GET OUT, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!! CAN'T YOU SEE I'M NAKED?!!"

"Tsk, tsk," scolded Genevieve, pointing between Rachel's thighs. "It looks like she wet the bed again. We better get that diaper back on her before she has another accident."

The students snickered.

"N -- no!!" sobbed Rachel. "I don't wanna wear a diaper! I'm a big girl! Just leave, Genevieve!"

The laughter grew louder.

"How old is she anyway?" asked one of the students. "Looking at her body, I'm guessing she's... oh... 12 or 13. Am I right?"

Genevieve cruelly grabbed Rachel's wrists and pushed open her thighs, forcing her to expose herself. Her embarrassing titties and clean-shaven snatch popped into view.

"Take a good look, boys!" the ex-employee chortled. "THIS is the body of a famous supermodel!"

All the faces hovered just inches from the disgraced CEO. She could feel their eyes rake all over her naked little body. Her nipples hardened... and dammit, her treacherous pussy wouldn't stop leaking!

"Yeah, right!" laughed a female student. "Some supermodel! I had bigger tits when I was in middle school!"

"Totally!" laughed her friend. "Her body is completely shapeless. Well, other than her big round belly. Round is a shape, right? Hee hee!"

"Ha ha! She looks like an Oompa-Loompa! She must be a school kid!"

Miss Queen couldn't believe what she was hearing! But Genevieve was so much stronger than her -- she just couldn't free herself from her grip... it was AWFUL! All those voices and faces mocking her nude flesh -- and being unable to do ANYTHING about it!

"No, I can prove to you she's not a school kid -- despite how pathetic her REAL body is," announced Genevieve. "Look:"

And with that, Genevieve Princess pulled Rachel's legs up in the air.

"Hey!! L -- Let me GOOOO!" gasped Miss Queen.

Instead, the blonde ex-employee pinned Rachel's feet behind her head, spreading the CEO's pussy and anus high in the air. She... she was gaping open! All of her holes were spread wide!

"NOOOOO!!"

Genevieve poked her finger perilously close to Rachel's sphincter. "See how hairy her bunghole is? All her curly little butt hairs? That is NOT the bum of a kid."

The doctor and students all peered in for a closer look.

"Go away!" cried Rachel. "Please! Go away! Wah!"

"Yes, Miss Princess is quite right," acknowledged the doctor. "Class, examine this naked girl closely: In addition to her hairy anus, notice that her clitoris and vaginal lips are fully engorged. Do you see? Right before our eyes, her vagina is readying itself for further stimulation. See how POOFY her private parts have become? It's a textbook example of adult female arousal. Obviously, she is VERY attracted to her young male companion -- er, I mean, her husband."

As the class knelt inches from her body, Rachel felt Genevieve chuckle: "Is that true, Miss Queen? Does your 'husband' make your dusty old pussy all poofy?"

Rachel cried in despair. No! She couldn't admit that -- not with Jeff in the room! Her harmless CRUSH on her handsome young employee was supposed to be a secret that nobody knew -- least of all HIM! Oh, God...

"I -- I..."

"What was that, dear?" asked Genevieve again. "I couldn't hear you, so speak louder: Does dreamy-weamy Jeff Jones make your pussy all poofy?"

Rachel saw Jeff to the side of the bed, smirking like the cat who swallowed the canary! That pompous, arrogant JERK!! That chauvinist PIG!! NO WAY would she give him the satisfaction of saying those words out loud! Never! Not as long as she had an ounce of strength left in her body!

"Noooo! Noooo!" she screamed. "He doesn't, I swear! I -- I hate him! Do you hear me?! I HATE JEFF JONES!! I HATE HIM!! I HATE HIM!!"

"Well, there's only one way to find out for sure," the doctor said. "Jeff, please touch her clitoris. Let's see how her body responds."

"NOO!!" wailed Rachel, twisting and turning, battling with all her might to get free. "NOO! I HATE HIM! NOO!"

But alas, for all her twisting and turning, the only thing Rachel accomplished was giving the audience an incredible peep show of her hairless pussy and hirsute anus from every conceivable angle: Her nipples bounced and her belly shook, but her aching privates remained 100 percent uncovered. She was MUCH weaker than Genevieve; she couldn't even budge her arms a smidgen... and Jeff was now just inches away, reaching down...

"NOO! HONEST, I HATE HIM! PLEASE -- PLEASE BELIEVE ME!! NOOOOOOO!!!!"

Jeff's rough, calloused fingers ran up and down Rachel's inner thighs. Genevieve snickered as her "fearless" ex-boss whimpered and cried!

From the corner of her eye, Rachel saw the smug, condescending expression splashed across Genevieve's face. Her nose was in the air and her fat silicone breasts heaved up and down. She was smirking at Rachel with an obvious sense of superiority. Grrr...! Instantly, a mighty rage built inside the mind of the outraged CEO. That... that BITCH! That evil, fucking BITCH!! No! No matter what, she wouldn't give that CUNT the satisfaction either! Fuck Jeff Jones and fuck Genevieve Princess! She was still Miss Rachel Queen, dammit!

"Fuck all of you!" Rachel spat in fury. "No matter what you say or do, I'm still a REAL lady! A supermodel -- with class and dignity! And you people are filth! Lower than filth! You're lowly peasants! None of you are worthy of a sophisticated, beautiful, mature woman like ME!"

But instead of looking upset, her marketing director smiled sympathetically.

"Aw, Miss Queen, you're such a grumpy little girl! But maybe it's just gas."

And with that, Jeff pressed down on Rachel's stomach.

The naked CEO farted.

"Nooo! Wah! Wah!" she bawled, her face burning red with embarrassment. "Nooooo! I'm SOOO ashamed! Wah!"

Rachel immediately lost all of her remaining composure, bawling her pretty eyes out while everyone pointed and laughed. This -- this couldn't be happening! Not to her! Jeff... Genevieve... the doctor... all those faces... they were LAUGHING at her!

"A beautiful, sophisticated, classy woman, eh?" giggled Genevieve. "More like a tubby-wubby farty-pants!" She quickly pressed down hard on the belly of her ex-boss to try for herself:

Rachel tooted again.

"Nooooooooooo! Wah! Wah! Wah! Wah!"

With the sounds of laughter ricocheting throughout the room, Genevieve grabbed Rachel's tiny nipple. "Tsk, tsk, stinky-poo. No more pretending to be a big girl. And we're going to put an end to this 'supermodel' silliness. We both know you've got the body of a fat little kid. Apologize for trying to fool everybody."

"Ow! Ow! I'm sorry!" she screamed. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry I tried to fool everybody! I -- I don't have the body of a supermodel! I -- I admit it!"

"And what DO you have the body of?"

"A -- a fat little kid!" she wailed.

This was music to Genevieve's ears! After suffering for YEARS under Miss Queen's tyranical rule and predatory business practices, the biggest bitch in the galaxy was finally getting her comeuppance! Good! Serves the cunt right! She tugged Rachel's nipple even harder and demanded, "Now tell us what you REALLY are, you tubby-wubby farty-pants!"

The naked CEO looked mortified.

"I'm a -- a... tubby-wubby farty-pants!" she cried. "Rachel Queen is a tubby-wubby farty-pants!"

Jeff grinned. "Aw, isn't she precious!" He nonchalantly pushed his long, bumpy finger inside her pussy, and wiggled until he reached his knuckle.

"J -- JEFF!! JEFF!! Ohhhhhhh..."

Miss Queen's hips were swinging like the gears of a watchtower. Her drippings were racing down her body...

"Admit it, Miss Queen: You don't hate me. You love me. Tell them! Tell them how much you love me."

He partly withdrew his finger and gripped her swollen clitty with his large thumb. Then he rubbed his fingers back and forth.

"OH, GOD!!! I -- I CAN'T CONTROL MYSELF!! PLEASE!! N -- NOT IN FRONT OF GENEVIEVE AND ALL THESE PEOPLE!! PLEASE -- I BEG YOU!!"

The much-younger employee began massaging her clitty with two of his now-soaking fingers -- and gently tickling her curly anal hairs with his third.

Grunt... grunt... grunt...

"Ooh, I think you're going to make her cum!" teased Genevieve. "Does tubby-wubby farty-pants need to cum-cum?"

"STOP!! STOP!! OHHHHHHH..."

Jeff put his other hand on her throat and forced her to gaze into his eyes. "Say it, Miss Queen. You want me to touch you. And admit that you love me."

Rachel could hold out no longer. It -- it was all too much! She had been stripped of all her shoes, clothes and undies! A crowd of people examined all her private parts! She had been poked and prodded and manhandled!

"Yes!" she cried. "Yes! I -- I want you to touch me! Wah! Oh... I want you t -- to touch my pussy! Please, Jeff! I -- I love you! Wah! Wah! Oh, God! Tubby-wubby farty-pants wants to cum-cum! OH, GOD!! OOOOHHHHHHHHH..."

And with that, Rachel Queen's pussy reached supernova status and EXPLODED. Her entire body erupted in a long, sustained orgasm:

"OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... JEFF!!! I -- I LOVE YOU!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"

Her vaginal juices squirted all over the bed, reaching as far as the nearby wall. He released her body from his hands and watched her tremble, shake, moan and groan.

"Eww, look at the mess she made," complained Genevieve. "Gross! You better get another diaper on her fast."

Grunt... grunt... grunt...

Rachel was still twitching in a wet, pink heap, but Genevieve's words shocked her from her bliss:

"N -- no! No diaper! Please... touch me again, Jeff. Please! That -- that wasn't enough. Jeff! TOUCH ME! TOUCH ME!"

The frantic CEO offered the inside of her hips to her junior executive: Yes! Jeff, my love! My sweet little clitty. Touch me! Fuck me! Do it! While everyone watches! She closed her eyes and waited in breathless anticipation...

But when she looked down, she saw Genevieve and the doctor putting that AWFUL diaper back on her! Like she was a helpless infant!

"No! What are you doing?!" she cried.

"Did you hear the racket the hotel made when they replaced your mattress the first time?" complained Genevieve, taping the diaper shut. "It's late and I need my sleep. No way am I going through that again. Be a good tubby-wubby farty-pants, put on your diaper, and go straight to bed."

"B -- but I'm still so horny!" Rachel sobbed. "Now I can't even touch myself!"

"That's a good thing," Jeff noted. "We have a big day tomorrow. I don't want you to be up all night, playing with her puss-puss. Now thank Genevieve and the doctor, and let's go back to bed."

While the doctor secured her diaper with duct tape, Rachel looked at her enemies:

"N -- no! I don't wanna!" she blubbered.

"Pookie," lectured Jeff. "I know how desperately you've fallen in love with me, so do as I say. Now thank them!"

"Dammit!" she pitifully cried: "Fine: Th -- thank you!"

"My pleasure, cutie-pie," said Genevieve, kissing her ex-boss on the top of her head. "Good luck tomorrow with your business meeting. I know the Crown Prince can't wait to meet the sexy, curvy, busty supermodel, Miss Rachel Queen! I hear he's having a pool party -- everyone will be wearing a bikini. Good luck indeed! BWAHAHAHA HAHAHA HAHA!"

Rachel gulped. She looked down at her itsy-bitsy boobies, pink flesh and white, puffy diaper...

END OF PART FOUR