This was an interesting story to write, specifically since I wrote it as a
homage to the author of another set of stories, April. After re-authoring one of
her stories, (Forbidden Needs) I decided to try my hand at an 'original' work.
While the story concept is in the same 'genre', there are a number of
differences that very much set it apart. While it's not something I ever
pictured myself writing, it was an interesting exercise.
Karen found herself 'fading in' to
consciousness. She could hear voices in the distance and an annoying beeping
sound. As her eyes slowly opened, she realized that she was in a bed.
"Karen...?" came a soft voice from the right.
As she slowly turned her head, she could see that the voice belonged to her
mother. "Mom? What are you doing here?" she weakly replied, noting that her
mother was trying to disguise her real feelings with a fake smile.
"You're in the hospital honey. You've been in an accident. Let me get the
nurse..." she said as she briskly walked to the doorway and waved at someone
down the hall.
While her mother was occupied, Karen took in a deep breath. She could smell the
cleaning solution that was used to clean the room. The scent was strong, but not
unpleasant. Looking down she could see an IV tube attached to her arm, and there
was something clipped onto her finger.
A few moments later, her mother was back at her bedside. "Karen honey, how do
you feel?"
"I hurt all over Mom, especially my head."
"Yes I know, they said you hit your head pretty hard."
"Mom?"
"Yes dear?"
"They're dead, aren't they?" Karen asked in calm manner. She already knew the
answer, but she had to hear it. She needed to know.
"Yes, I'm so sorry." her mother replied with emotion leaking into her voice.
For her part, Karen seemed oddly composed about it all. However, the composure
was an illusion. In reality, she was beyond emotion. Call it shock, call it
whatever you want, she was mentally devastated inside. Yet despite it all, it
was almost like she had become 'detached' from reality. It didn't seem real.
"How did it happen?" she asked calmly.
"You got hit by a car that ran a red light." Karen's mother paused for a moment
as she considered something, then continued, "He was drunk Karen. The other
driver was drunk."
Closing her eyes with a wince, Karen tried to process this information. Her
mother was telling her that she lost her family to an impaired driver. This all
happened because someone couldn't take a cab instead of getting behind the
wheel. She opened her eyes and stared intently at her mother. "What happened to
the other driver?"
"He had minor injuries. His car had airbags."
Karen's mood immediately turned sour. "I'd like to be alone please." she said
quietly.
"Honey..."
"Leave!" Karen interrupted her mother with a scream. This was completely
uncharacteristic of her to yell at her mother, and her mother knew it.
Nevertheless, her mother said no more and left the room quietly.
As Karen brooded, she knew her life would never be the same. The happy woman who
had everything in life was dead now.
In her place was born a woman with a dark shadow in her mind.
* * * * *
It had been almost five years since the accident, and only now did Karen have
'closure'. Following the accident, the other driver had been criminally charged,
but he delayed the case in every possible way. For the criminal trial, it took
over two years alone before the case was heard before a judge. The biggest
insult was how he managed to avoid jail time because of a mistake made by the
police during the arrest. In the end, he pled guilty to lesser charges and
received two years probation and a two-year driving ban. That's what the lives
of her husband and daughter were worth, two years.
During the trial, she seethed at the sight of his wife and daughter in the
courtroom. His little girl looked about the same age as Kimberly. It wasn't
fair. How is it that he gets to keep his family when he was the one responsible
for the accident? They should be the ones suffering, not her.
Throughout the trials, her life was on hold. She continued her veterinary
practice, and as a veterinarian she buried herself in her work as a means to
deal with the emotional pain. Her civil lawyer was a remarkable woman, and she
went above and beyond Karen's expectations. It wasn't good enough to just win;
she wanted to put him through as much turmoil as possible. Her efforts forced
the man to sell his house, despite there not being much equity in it.
This was long behind her now.
Now that the trials were over, Karen decided to move away from the east coast as
a means to leave behind this painful chapter of her life. Kimberly was the first
and only child she had, and she would not be able to have another. Ovarian cysts
had seen to that, leading to a hysterectomy a year after her daughter was born.
With the money she received from the auto insurance companies, her husband's
life insurance policy, the lawsuit against the other driver and from the sale of
her home, she had just under four million dollars with which to start her new
life.
Despite the money though, she still wanted to work. As a veterinarian, she loved
animals, and it was the one thing that kept her grounded in life. Although her
practice was with domestic household animals, she sold her small stake in the
shared clinic she was part of and headed west towards farm country.
With cash in hand, she found herself a small suburban town to set up shop in.
While the quaint town already had a couple capable veterinarians, her research
found that the area was under-served. They were both older men, and so she
figured that if she played her cards right she could take over their practice
once one of them retired. While the small town itself was built up, it bordered
the vast rural landscape. This gave her the opportunity to work with farm
animals as well.
The town had an 'old city' main road where the middle of town used to be, but
now was just a shopping district. People often came so they could wander up and
down the street to window shop on a nice day. In the end, she decided to open up
a combination pet store slash veterinary practice, so she could get some walk in
business. This would also give her some animals to take care of as she built up
her client base. It would be slow to start, but she needed that right now.
She liked this particular building since it was very reasonably priced given the
location, and it also had a small barn out back that she could use for farm
animals if she needed it. With the long property completely fenced in, she could
easily handle a few horses or cattle. As a child, she loved horses, and it was
her love of horses that drew her into veterinary medicine. Despite the fact that
her last practice was with domestic animals, she interned at a rural veterinary
clinic. She was quite comfortable around the larger animals, and she felt that
this would be a good fit for her.
The store itself wasn't in the greatest shape, but that wasn't too much of a
concern. She could easily afford to renovate. What sold her on this particular
building was that it had a large second floor apartment. While it was a modest
two-bedroom affair, it was bright and spacious. It was just one less thing to
worry about, and living above where she worked seemed like a great way to keep
herself occupied. Despite living on 'main street', there was very little noise
since it wasn't a thoroughfare. The town had long since built a larger bypass
road that took traffic around the old-fashioned neighborhood.
Two months and a little under a half-million dollars later she had her pet
store, with an exam room where she could treat domestic animals. Combined with
the renovations she did to her new living space, she now had a brand new home
only steps away from where she worked. For the first time in a long time, she
actually felt happy about something.
The last time she felt this way was after she attained her doctorate in
veterinary medicine. It was something she had wanted since she was a girl, and
she was so proud of herself. It took her four years to get that far, and then
there was another two years of internship and residency before she was finally
in a position to strike out on her own. There she was, twenty-six years old and
ready to take on the world. After finding work in a clinic, it was there where
she met her future husband Jacob. He was working for a pharmaceutical company
and would come in to talk about the latest products his company had to offer. It
wasn't until thirty when she finally got married, and then Kimberly came a
couple years later.
Now it was five years after the accident, she was forty-one years old and she
was starting life all over again.
Karen heard the door to the store open. As the potential customer entered, the
bell attached to the door rang out its dainty sound. Putting aside some of her
accounts payable that she was working on, she walked out of her office to see
who had entered.
"Hello..." Karen called out cheerfully to the woman and her daughter.
She noted that the woman looked a bit disheveled. Not that she was one to judge,
a customer was a customer of course. The brunette haired woman looked to be
about thirty-years-old, with a slim build. Her face looked older than she
probably was, with sunken cheeks and small nose. The shoulder length hair
framing her petite face was unkempt and painfully showed that she lightened her
hair sometime in the past. What struck her the most was the fact that the woman
was very petite. She couldn't have been much more than five-feet-tall.
"Looking for anything in particular today?" Karen added politely as the woman
pulled on the hand of her daughter behind her. The girl was gawking at the three
small dogs just inside an enclosure near the front door.
The woman smiled a nervous smile, "Hi... To be honest I just ducked in to get
out of the rain, you don't mind do you?"
"Of course not..." Karen said in a disarming tone, "I didn't know it started
raining again."
At that moment, the woman's young daughter stepped out from behind her mother,
and Karen instantly felt a chill go down her spine. Was it her? It couldn't be,
could it? The resemblance to the drunk driver's daughter was remarkable, but
Karen quickly used logic to recall that while this girl did closely resemble the
other girl, that was three years ago. So it was impossible for this girl to be
the one. That man's daughter would be three years older now.
Nevertheless, she found her thoughts getting dark as the memories of that time
of her past life started to flood back into her mind. With those memories came
dark thoughts. While this wasn't the drunk driver's daughter, for some reason
the resemblance opened up the dark part of her mind. Narrowing her gaze, she
looked at the girl much like you would look at someone who was talking in a
movie. Quickly though, Karen wiped the look of scorn from her face so the woman
wouldn't notice it.
"Can we get a puppy!?" the young girl exuberantly asked of her mother while
pulling the woman towards the small playpen like enclosure housing the dogs.
"No, we can't afford that right now." the mother answered back in a somewhat
hushed tone.
"Can I pet them? Please?"
"Heather, I said we can't afford it."
Walking over to the pair, Karen decided to engage the mother in conversation.
She wanted to know more about this girl. "It's OK if she wants to pet them, you
don't have to buy one."
Heather looked up at her mother with pleading eyes.
"OK. But we can't take it home, remember that."
Karen went ahead and opened the small gate to allow the young girl access to the
dogs, which happily bounded over to her as she squealed with glee.
"Be careful." the mother admonished as the girl bent down to pet one of the
dogs.
"Don't worry, they're just puppies. I'm Karen by the way."
"Lorraine." the mother replied indifferently, as she tried to muster a small
smile.
"Having a bad day?" Karen asked, unaware of how this simple question would
completely change her life.
Lorraine shook her head, "You don't know the half of it. The canning plant shut
down a few months ago, so I've been out of a job. Then on our way home from the
store I ran out of gas. To top it all off it started pouring the moment I got
out of the car."
"Oh dear, I'm sorry to hear that," Karen offered, surprised at how readily this
woman told her about her personal problems.
"Yeah..." Lorraine replied as she turned her head away to look back at her
daughter, "Now I need to walk to my friend's house to borrow some money to put
some gas in the car."
Karen's eyebrow perked up momentarily, since her mind was seeing an opportunity.
She wanted to get closer to the young girl. She needed to get closer to this
girl. Although she didn't know what was driving this desire, she knew she needed
to act on it.
"Here," Karen said as she reached into a pocket, pulling out a twenty-dollar
bill, "why don't you walk up to the gas station by the highway and get yourself
some gas. I can look after your daughter while you're gone and you can pick her
up once you have your car running. I'd offer to drive you but I'm the only one
here so I can't leave the store.
Lorraine hesitated, "You don't want the money back?"
"No," Karen replied, "consider it a gift. Just tell your friends about my shop
and veterinary practice and we'll call it even. Fair?"
"Thanks." the disheveled woman replied as the gingerly reached out to take the
bill from Karen's hand. "Heather, you stay here and I'll go get the car. I won't
be long, OK?"
"Can I play with the puppies some more?"
"Yes you can play with the puppies, but don't you be a bother."
"Lorraine, there are a few umbrellas by the front door in that large vase, feel
free to borrow one so you don't get soaked."
"OK, thanks again. I won't be long." she replied as she walked to the door.
While she was unaccustomed to getting help from strangers, she was too desperate
to turn down money and a few minutes of free time away from her daughter. Karen
was a doctor, so Lorraine felt she could trust her. Walking out the door, she
opened the umbrella and began her trek to the gas station.
"So Heather," Karen chirped pleasantly at the young girl as she played with the
dogs, "how old are you?"
"Five." the girl replied in a distracted manner without turning her head.
Karen was surprised by the girl's response since she seemed small for her age.
She certainly didn't look older than four. It did make sense though when she
considered her mother was petite too. Over the better part of an hour, Karen
made small talk with the girl, although she pretty much just let the child
wander around and look at the animals after she got bored with the puppies.
With each minute that passed, Karen found herself feeling more and more drawn to
take some kind of vengeance out on this young girl. She couldn't understand why,
but the sight of this girl drew out feelings she never thought she had.
"I gotta go potty." the young girl announced as Karen was lost in her thoughts.
"The bathroom is right over there dear." Karen replied as she pointed to the
door that was at the rear of the store.
"Thank you," the girl politely replied as she entered and shut the bathroom door
behind her.
Once the girl was in the washroom, the fake smile Karen was wearing vanished and
once again, her mind went to a dark place. 'Potty? I should potty right in your
fucking mouth.' she mused to herself in an uncharacteristically bitter and
vulgar thought. Although she hadn't meant it literally, when the thought popped
into her head she found herself imagining it. She could picture herself sitting
on the girl's face, releasing her bowels as the young girl struggled below.
Despite never in her life having participated in any scat or urine play, she
found herself actually relishing the thought. The darkness in her mind was
consuming her conscience. It was telling her that she could have this. She could
defile this child and get retribution against the man that killed her family.
Despite the fact that this girl was unrelated, her mind continued to justify
that this was a way she could get revenge.
Karen was broken out of her daydream by the sound of the bathroom door opening.
She could hear the toilet running softly in the background. "Did you remember to
wash your hands?" she called out to the girl.
"I couldn't reach."
"OK, let me help you." she responded as she walked to the back. "Com'on, I'll
lift you up, and you wash your hands." Karen turned on the tap, testing the
water to make sure it wasn't too hot, then she bent down and lifted the girl up
under her armpits. She was surprisingly light, and as she held the young girl
up, her mind was again thinking disturbing thoughts.
"I'm done," the young girl announced, since Karen seemed distracted.
"There you go." she replied as she gently lowered the girl to the ground. "Let's
get back out front; your mother should be here shortly."
With the girl looking at some of the rabbits and rodents in cages, Karen took a
few moments to clean up a small mess in the dog pen. Just as she finished she
heard the door to the store open.
"I'm back..." Lorraine announced as she put the umbrella back in the spot where
she had picked it up. Since it was no longer raining, she hadn't needed it to
get from the car to the store. "She wasn't too much trouble was she?"
"No trouble at all." Karen replied.
"Well I really appreciate it, and the money."
"I can imagine how hard it must be losing a job in this economy."
"Honestly, I've looked everywhere, no one is hiring. You're not looking for some
help are you?" Lorraine asked with a glimmer of hope in her eyes.
"As much as I'd love to help, right now there is hardly anything for me to do.
I've only been open for a few months. It will take time before I can think about
adding staff."
"Well, thanks anyway."
While Karen didn't need the help, she could have hired Lorraine if she wanted
to. Her savings were supporting her with ease, so an extra thirty thousand a
year to hire someone wouldn't have impacted her to any significant degree. The
main reason she rejected Lorraine was since she wanted to find some way to get
her hands on the girl. She couldn't do that under the woman's nose.
"Look, why don't you leave me your name and number. If I hear of anything I can
give you a call."
"Thanks. I don't have a phone right now, but if you call this number you can
leave a message with my friend Kaylee, and she'll make sure I get it." Walking
to the counter, Lorraine took the pen Karen held out and wrote down her name and
her friend's phone number on the back of one of Karen's business cards. "Com'on
Heather, time to go." she announced as she placed the pen down on the counter.
"Take care; I'll give you a call if I hear of anything." Karen said as the woman
smiled a weak smile and walked out the door, triggering the door chime once
again. Immediately after Lorraine left, Karen was thinking of ways to get her
hands on this girl. It didn't hit her until a few hours later. A job. What she
needed to do was to get this woman a job - which would mean the young girl would
need a babysitter. She could then step into that role, for free, which the woman
would find hard to refuse.
The key was finding the right job. She wanted to maximize her time with the
girl, so it couldn't be just anything. The opportunity she needed didn't present
itself until a few weeks later when a man walked in with a dog in tow.
Karen watched as the man entered her store. He was smiling broadly, and looked
like the kind of fellow who was smiling often despite it causing wrinkles on his
forehead. While he had a bit of a receding hairline and scruff, he wore it well.
As a guess, she figured him to be in his late 40's, casually dressed, but with a
bit of a belly he seemed to try and hide under a loose shirt.
"Hi, and who is this strapping young fella?" Karen asked cheerfully about the
Yellow Labrador Retriever at the end of the leash.
"This is Buddy," the man announced, "and I'm Charlie. Your sign says that you're
a vet, right?"
"I'm Karen, and yes I am. What seems to be the problem?"
"Well I was brushing Buddy and I noticed a lump on his side. I usually see
Doctor Foster, but he's not back until Wednesday. I'm a bit worried about it
though and I didn't want to wait."
"Let's take a look." Karen said as she walked over and knelt down beside the
dog. After feeling the sides, she quickly found the mass and did a palpitation
of the growth. It was clearly a lipoma. Turning her head up to face Charlie, she
announced, "This is just a fatty deposit. In most cases, there is nothing to
worry about. Just keep an eye on it and feel to see if it changes size. In dogs
his age these are pretty common, and only rarely are they ever harmful."
"Well that's a relief. I thought it was a tumor or something."
"Well it's considered a tumor, but it's likely benign. I could take a sample,
but honestly it would only discomfort him and it wouldn't be necessary." Karen
added before continuing, "Unless it bothers him, there is no need to remove it.
So just feel it with your hand occasionally and if you find that it is growing
or changing shape, bring him back in and I can do a needle biopsy." Giving Buddy
some petting, she finished her announcement, "So it's no worry at all, he's
going to be just fine."
"Thanks so much. Here I thought I would have to come in to make an appointment,
I didn't expect you'd seem him right away. So what do I owe you?"
"No charge." Karen said with a smile as she rose back to her feet
"Thanks kindly. If that's the case then you'll have to come to my bar for a free
drink. I own the pub on Highway 12 at Dixon Avenue."
"Is that the one with the neon sign in the shape of a wheel?"
"The very same." Charlie replied.
At that moment, Karen's thoughts identified a potential opportunity, although it
did have a risk. "You don't happen to have any job openings do you?"
"Thinking of changing professions?" Charlie responded with a smile.
Karen laughed briefly, "No, no, it's not for me. It's just I have a friend and
she's in a really tough spot right now. She's a single mother and she could
really use a job."
"I've love to help Karen, I really would, but I get asked every week by people
looking for work. Could I use the help? Of course. Right now it's just me and my
wife, and it's a lot of work. The problem is that I just can't afford it.
Business is down, and I've got a $100K loan to pay off."
"How would you like to make a deal...?" Karen asked in a serious tone, with just
a hint of a smile on her face.
"What kind of deal?" Charlie asked with reservation.
"As much as I want to help my friend, a handout isn't the answer. She needs a
job. So what would you think about this. If you agree to give my friend a job,
full-time, for the next three years, I'll pay off your loan. Then, after three
years, things should have turned around and you'll be able to afford to keep her
on."
"Why don't you just give her a job here?"
"I don't have any work for myself, let alone a helper. Like I said, I don't want
this to be charity, and working here would be just that. So instead of spending
the money to support her in a job where she is doing nothing, at least with you
she would have a chance to get experience and tips, along with a wage."
"What's the catch?"
"No catch. You guarantee her a job, for three years. So long as she doesn't
steal or otherwise break the law, and so long as she doesn't cause harm to your
business, you keep her working. This way I'm able to help her without it being a
handout. Should it not work out, we can convert the balance back to a low
interest loan that I'll personally secure, so either way you'll be ahead."
"I'll be honest; it's hard to trust someone you've just met. As my father used
to say, 'trust is earned, not given'."
"You're absolutely right. You strike me as an honest man, the kind who puts
value on a handshake, does that sound about right?"
"You seem to know how I think, yes."
"So let's work out a deal right now. I'm sure your busy time is at night and on
weekends, so how about this... You give her a job working from 5pm to closing,
from Tuesday through to Saturday. She gets an hour of breaks during her shift,
and free meals while working. Sunday night and Monday night would be her days
off. This has to be above the table, with taxes paid, proper deductions and
medical coverage. I'm thinking about $30K gross a year, less all taxes,
deductions and medical. In the end, I want her taking home a minimum $500 a
week, with tips, after deductions and with full medical. That and a small raise
each year. Agreed?"
Charlie paused for a moment to run the numbers through his head, what she
proposed was very reasonable. He was certainly getting a golden opportunity
here. "I have to admit Karen, I still find this all hard to believe. I don't
know too many people that would drop a $100K on a friend for a job. This must
really be important to you."
"In more ways than you'll ever know Charlie. But this is more than about me. Not
only do I help my friend, I also help a local business, which helps the
community. Not to mention, should this work out I'm sure you'll mention my shop
here if anyone asks about needing a vet or pet supplies, am I right? Perhaps a
small ad sign near the front door? So we all win. I get to build my business and
you get a free employee. What do you say, do we have a deal?"
Charlie looked her over, and pondered this request. He still didn't trust her
fully, but he knew that this could potentially save his business. The loan was
killing him with 28.8% per annum interest, since it was considered a high-risk
loan. Although he didn't mention it, the saved interest would probably be $200K
if not more. He was paying $3500 a month, with four years to go on the five-year
loan. She wanted him to spend $30K a year, which was $2500 a month. So he'd have
an extra $1000 a month of breathing room.
"Alright, I'll do it, but only if she can handle the job. I'll try her out for
the weekend. If she works out, we can get together at the bank next week to
settle things up."
"Sounds great! When can I tell her to start?"
"How about this Thursday?"
"Perfect. Oh, one more thing... I need your word, and that of your wife, that
our deal will be strictly off the record. No one else can know of this, since if
it gets back to my friend that I'm doing this she'll quit since she won't want
charity. If that happens, the deal is off, agreed?" Karen said as she stuck out
her hand.
"Done." Charlie shook her hand, and was impressed by her firm grip. This was
going to work out, he could feel it. "What's her name?"
"Lorraine." Karen offered, although she panicked briefly when she realized that
she didn't know Lorraine's last name. If he asked, and she didn't know it, that
would send up a red flag. What kind of person would spend $100K on a 'friend'
that they didn't know the last name of?
"OK. Take a couple of my business cards," Charlie said as he pulled some cards
out of his pocket and handed them to Karen, "give one to her and keep one for
yourself."
"Thanks Charlie."
"I should be thanking you. My wife will be thrilled. She's had to take care of
the cooking as well as help with the tables. This will certainly help take the
pressure off. Once we get this sorted, you'll have to come in for dinner and
meet her."
"Of course. Why don't we do that next week, once we're sure it's working out,
and we can have dinner to celebrate the deal."
"Sounds great. Well I'll be on my way then. Have Lorraine give me a call and
I'll sort things out," Charlie said as he walked backwards towards the door to
her shop.
"OK, and let me know if there is any change with the lump on Buddy. I'm sure
he'll be fine though."
"Will do, thanks Karen."
"Goodbye." Karen responded cheerfully as she watched the pair exit her shop.
"Perfect." Karen then said to herself as Charlie walked past the front window of
her shop.
Karen was still taking a substantial risk, since getting Lorraine a job was only
a part of the puzzle. One of the reasons she felt a waitress job at the pub
would be ideal is since it would mean Lorraine would need someone to watch over
little Heather. This is where Karen would step in. After having left a message
for Lorraine, all she had to do now was wait.
The door to her shop opened, and in walked Lorraine with her daughter in tow.
Karen was a bit surprised when Lorraine actually came in person instead of just
calling her on the phone. "Hi Lorraine, how are you today?"
"OK I guess. I got your message..."
Heather interrupted the adults, "Can I play with the puppies again?"
"Yes Heather, you can play with the puppies." Karen said as she opened the gate
to let the young girl into the enclosure. She then continued speaking with
Lorraine, "It just so happens I may have a job opportunity for you." Karen
announced.
"Really?!" Lorraine remarked with surprise.
"Yes. The owner of the pub on Highway 12 was in here with his dog, and after I
treated his pet, I asked him if he had any jobs open. It just so happens he's
looking for a full-time waitress. I said I knew someone who needed a job, so I
asked him to hold onto it."
"Are you serious?!" Lorraine asked in disbelief, since she had been searching
everywhere for a job.
"Yes. It's Tuesday to Saturday, from 5pm to closing, with an hour of breaks and
free meals during your shift. It even includes medical."
"Oh," Lorraine remarked as the excitement bled out of her voice, "the evening
shift?"
"Is it a problem?" Karen replied, hoping that Lorraine's thoughts were heading
where Karen wanted them to go.
"Well... It's just that I would need to find a babysitter for Heather. She
doesn't enter kindergarten until next year, and even then I'd have to find
someone to watch her at night. I won't be able to afford it."
Karen smiled... the trap was set. "Lorraine, I wouldn't make this offer to
anyone, but I'd be willing to look after Heather here. Since I live upstairs she
could stay with me whether I was down here or upstairs."
"I couldn't do that. It wouldn't be fair for you to do that when you already
found me the job. Plus I wouldn't be able to pay you."
"I'm not looking for money."
"Why would you want to do that? You don't even know me." Lorraine asked, clearly
confused as to why this woman she hardly knew would be so nice to her.
"Well Lorraine, there's a reason for it..." Karen began, telling the story of
the car accident, the death of her daughter and of how she could have no more
children. She felt this story would help get Lorraine off-guard.
"Oh I'm so sorry, I never knew..."
"It's OK Lorraine, I've moved on. However, I miss having a child to take care
of. I know Heather is your daughter, but she could fill a void in my life right
now. This way we both get something. You get a free caregiver, and I get to look
after a child again."
"Even so Karen, I don't know if this would work. If I finish at 2am, that means
picking up Heather at around 3am. She would be asleep, as you probably would
too."
"Well what if you left her overnight?"
"Overnight?"
"Seeing as you finish at 2am, you could pick her up first thing in the morning
and bring her back home, and then drop her off on your way to work. Although
that's not going to leave you much time to do anything else. We could..." Karen
started to speak and then trailed off, trying to lure Lorraine into asking her
to finish.
"Could what?"
"Well, I'm not sure how you'd feel about it, but what if I kept her here all
week? You drop her off on Tuesday afternoon, and then pick her up on Sunday
morning. I take care of everything; meals, toys, clothing etcetera. Then you
take her home on weekends."
Lorraine pondered this for a moment without answering. What Karen proposed was
effectively giving up custody of her daughter. She needed this job, and she knew
that this offer was too good to pass up. As much as she didn't want to give up
her daughter, she found that she lost patience with her often. While she did
find herself pondering why anyone would do this for someone they hardly knew,
she also found herself thinking about how she was living in a woman's shelter,
and only one-step away from finding herself living on the street and losing
custody of her daughter once her time was up. Her mind considered that Karen was
a doctor, and she had a store, so it's not like she would disappear.
"Karen, this is all so much to take in. Plus I don't even know how Heather would
react to all this."
"What?" Heather asked having heard her name in conversation.
"It's OK; we were talking about you living here with Karen while I go to work."
"But I want to stay with you momma." Heather said reactively.
"I know honey, but if momma doesn't get a job, we'll be living on the streets
and they'll take you away. Do you want that?" Lorraine said in a somewhat cold
and annoyed tone. Here she was trying to put her life back together and Heather
wasn't making it easy.
"No." Heather fearfully responded to Lorraine's threatening question.
"Then you'll do as I say."
"Yes momma."
For her part, Karen was a bit taken aback by how Lorraine reacted, since she
didn't want to upset the girl. However, she didn't give Lorraine any indication
of how she felt.
Turning back to face Karen, Lorraine remained skeptical, "I'm not sure about
this Karen, how long would it last?"
Karen hadn't considered that, "I don't know to be honest, but I would think at
least long enough for you to get back onto your feet. We could try it until she
enters kindergarten. Maybe once the economy picks up you'll be able to find a
better job and she'll be in school during the day. This isn't permanent
Lorraine; I'm not trying to replace you."
"I really need this job..."
"I know you do, and I want to help. You say you're in a shelter? What about
moving into an apartment near the pub?"
"That's not gonna happen anytime soon, I barely have enough money for food, let
alone first and last month's rent."
"How about this... I'll lend you some money to get yourself set up, and you can
pay me back as you can afford it."
"Why are you doing this?" Lorraine asked, her voice becoming emotional. She had
felt so alone in life, and no one had ever helped her. Now all of a sudden some
stranger was trying to help her for no reason.
"Why? Because everyone deserves a chance in life. I may not be able to help
everyone, but I can help you. It's your call."
"I'm gonna have to think about this. It's all too much right now."
"Here," Karen said as she held out one of Charlie's business cards, "this is the
man to talk with about the job. He said you could start on Thursday. It's a
minimum $500 a week with tips. The first of the month is Saturday, which means
you should be able to find an apartment without too much trouble. Give it some
thought. It's your life and she's your daughter. You have to decide what is best
for the both of you."
"I'll let you know tomorrow, OK?"
"Sure, no problem."
"Com'on Heather," Lorraine said loudly to get the girl's attention, "it's time
to go."
* * * * *
The following day Karen was trying to keep herself busy sorting out the pet food
delivery she had received that morning. Then she heard the telltale sound of the
front door of her shop open. Turning to look, she saw Lorraine and Heather
entering the store. She started to have butterflies, since this was all the
marbles.
"Hi Karen." Lorraine called out in a somewhat more cheerful tone than from the
day before.
"Hi," Karen replied as she slowly walked towards the front of the store, "how
are you today?"
"Good I think. I've decided to go for it. I'll take the job and Heather can stay
with you during the week. I explained it all to her," Lorraine said out loud as
she looked down at the young girl to get her attention, "and she knows to do
everything you say. You're going to be a good girl, aren't you?"
"Yes momma. I promise."
"I hope so. Momma really needs this job, and if you mess things up we won't have
a place to stay, understand?"
"I'll be good momma, I promise!" the fearful young girl said with emphasis.
"Well then," Karen began, "why don't we work things out. Before we start, I have
some money for you. I figured that you'll need to get yourself settled, so
here's what I'll do. I'll lend you $3600, and you can use that to pay your
first/last month rent, pay for gas, as well as get yourself a phone and some
basic furniture and such. You can pay back $100 a month for three years, and if
something happens and you can't afford to, we'll just push it forward until you
can, sound fair?"
"I don't know what to say." Lorraine said, eyes getting a bit watery, "I just
felt that there was no hope, and now you come along and get me a job, a place to
stay and money to get my life together. Sometimes I think it's not real."
"Lorraine, I won't lie and say I've been in your shoes, I haven't. I was
fortunate that things worked out for me. However, I can imagine what it would be
like if I still had my daughter and I was in your shoes. You need to rebuild
your life, and while you're doing that, I can take care of Heather. I'll make
sure she has whatever she needs and I'll fill her tummy every day." Karen smiled
at her last remark, since the double entendre of her remark was lost on
Lorraine.
"I talked to Charlie, and he wants me to go in tomorrow to meet him and do the
paperwork and then I can start on Thursday. So I was thinking that I could drop
Heather off tomorrow...?"
"Sounds great..." Karen said before turning her attention to the five-year-old,
who seemed a bit unsure about everything that was happening, "So you'll be
coming to stay with me now?"
Heather meekly nodded.
"You know that means you'll be able to play with the puppies every day."
"Really?" Heather replied as she started to realize the perks of living with
this strange woman.
"Yes." then turning to her mother added, "Lorraine, I was thinking about
what she can call me. It wouldn't be right for her to call me by my first name,
and I'm not an aunt or anything like that. Since she calls you momma, what if
she called me mommy? I'm not trying to take your place, but since I'll be taking
care of her five days a week, it just seems like the easy thing to do."
Although Lorraine was a bit unsettled by this request, she nevertheless didn't
feel threatened by it. "OK." she said before turning to her daughter, "Heather,
while you are staying here, you call her mommy, but I'm still your momma,
alright?"
Heather meekly nodded again.
"Well I guess all that is left to do is give you this." Karen said as she went
to the counter and grabbed an envelope from underneath. "This should help get
you started. Like I said, you can start paying me back once a month. Let's make
it around the 15th of the month, so that it's not around the time you pay rent,
OK?" Karen handed the envelope to Lorraine.
"Thank you so much Karen. You don't know how much this means to me." Lorraine
said as she reached out to give Karen a hug.
"You can thank me by getting your life back on track." Karen replied as she
hugged Lorraine back.
"Well I better go. I've got so much to do." Lorraine announced as she broke off
the hug and headed to the door.
"I'll see you tomorrow," Karen said to Lorraine before turning to face Heather,
"and I'll see you too!" she said with menacing eyes hiding behind her fake
smile.
As expected, Lorraine dropped off Heather the next day, and Karen kept her in
the store with her until she closed at 5pm. Once back upstairs, Karen showed
Heather to the spare bedroom, which she had furnished when she moved in. Even
though she hadn't expected to have guests stay over, it was a force of habit
since her parents always had a guest bedroom.
Karen had decided early on that she wouldn't attempt to do anything unusual with
the girl for the first few days. She needed the girl to become comfortable with
her, so she didn't plan to rush it.
When Lorraine picked the child up on Sunday morning the young girl was happy to
see her momma, and that helped to put Lorraine at ease. She was a bit concerned
the child might become too attached to Karen, but so far, that didn't seem to be
the case. Heather also seemed to have been happy to be in the pet store with the
animals, so Lorraine was happy that she seemed to be accepting the change.
"Was she any trouble?" Lorraine asked aloud as Karen opened the front door to
her apartment.
"Not at all. Were you Heather?"
"No, I was a good girl momma."
"Well I hope so. I don't want to hear from Karen that you haven't been doing
what you're told. She's been nice enough to take care of you, so you show her
respect." Lorraine said with emphasis.
"Yes momma." Heather said with a hint of fear in her voice.
"Are those new clothes?" Lorraine asked.
"Yes, I hope you don't mind. I thought it would be a nice treat. We just picked
them up yesterday evening."
"They're lovely. Did you say thank you?" Lorraine asked loudly of Heather.
Karen interjected before Heather could respond, "Yes, she was very appreciative.
That reminds me, perhaps on Tuesday you can bring over all of her clothing. That
way I can go through it, see what fits her and what doesn't. I'll donate
anything that doesn't fit her, then take her shopping to make sure she has
enough clothes to give her a variety."
"That's so nice of you Karen, I can't thank you enough."
"So how is the job going? Any problems?"
"None at all. Charlie is such a nice guy, and so is his wife. It's amazing how
things are working out. Oh and I got an apartment that's not far from the bar.
It's close enough to walk but I'll still drive since I finish late. At least it
doesn't cost much for gas. I was even able to order some furniture, and it
arrives on Monday when I have my day off. I'm still at the shelter, but tonight
will be my last night. They're so happy for me there. They can't believe what
you've done for me."
"Like I said Lorraine, you can repay me by making this new life of yours work."
After more chitchat, Lorraine was on her way with her daughter. While they were
in the car, Lorraine spoke up, "So was everything OK? Were you a good girl?"
"Yes momma, I was a good girl, I promise."
"Well you better be. Momma really needs this right now, so if I hear you're not
doing what you're told I'll tan your behind, understood?"
"No momma, I'll be good!"
Lorraine said no more, satisfied that the girl understood how serious she was
about making this work.
* * * * *
After making arrangements, Karen met with Charlie at the bank on Monday, and
took care of assuming the loan. She was going to pay it off, but since the
penalties would have been far more than the interest, she decided just to assume
the loan for the time being. At Charlie's insistence, she agreed to meet for
dinner that evening. She decided to go a bit earlier than normal, at 5pm, so it
wouldn't be too busy.
Pulling into the parking lot, she found the building to be somewhat bland
looking. It looked like it had been converted from some other business. As she
walked in, she could hear somewhat loud music before she even entered the main
area of the pub. From a distance, she saw Charlie at the bar, and a quick scan
of the dining area found only one couple who were sitting with drinks.
"Karen!" Charlie gushed as he saw his savior enter the pub. "Com'on over." He
quickly went into the kitchen.
She walked towards the bar and when she reached it, Charlie was coming back out
with his wife following behind.
"Karen this is my wife Samantha."
"Call me Sam." Samantha interjected as she extended her hand out to Karen.
"Nice to meet you Sam." Karen said with a smile.
"Why don't you two have a seat," Sam announced, "while I get us all some drinks.
What would you like Karen?"
"Do you have iced tea?"
"Of course... Did you want a beer hun?" Sam asked of her husband.
"Yeah thanks." he replied. As they settled at the table, Charlie broke the ice
first. "So how's business?"
"Slow, but it's to be expected. I knew that I wouldn't be moving into a busy
area. I'm here for the long term. It will take time, but I'm sure things will
pick up."
Sam exited the kitchen with the drinks. "Here you go Karen," she said as she
placed the glass in front of Karen. Without remarking further, she also put a
bottle of beer in front of her husband. Lastly, she put down her own glass of
Coke and then placed her tray on the empty chair beside her.
Seeing the couple on the far side of the bar get up, Charlie quietly announced,
"I'll be right back." Walking towards their table, he smiled. "Thanks for
coming; you have a good day now." After passing the couple, he went and
collected the bill and cash that they left on the table. Leaving the dishes, he
returned to the table with his wife and Karen.
"Karen was saying she found a lump on Buddy, you never told me about that," she
said to her husband with a hint of annoyance.
"Sam," Karen interjected, "as I was saying to Charlie, it's almost certainly not
a threat to him. He's going to be fine."
"OK, but next time tell me honey," she added to her husband.
"I'm sorry hun," Charlie replied to his wife, "I totally forgot. Anyway, you
probably want to know about how Lorraine is working out." he directed at Karen.
"Yes, she didn't say anything about it when I talked to her last, so can I
assume she's working out OK?"
"Yeah, she's doing OK, but she isn't really all that experienced. She learned
fast though, and the customers seem to like her, which is what matters the
most."
"Makes sense." Karen replied.
"Karen," Sam interjected, "I have to admit, when Charlie told me about this deal
I was a bit skeptical. It seems too good to be true."
"I can imagine. As I was saying to Charlie..."
"I'm sorry to interrupt," Charlie said, "but why don't we decide on food now so
I can get it started."
"Let me get you a menu." Sam added as she got up and returned with one.
"Hmmm..." Karen mused as she looked at the offerings. While the food looked
good, it was all meals that tended to be on the unhealthier side and she was
very fussy about what she ate. Finally, she spotted something she would be happy
with. "How about the Chicken Caesar Salad?" While she normally didn't eat meat,
it was more for health reasons and not because of her feelings about animals.
"No problem, what did you want hun?" Charlie asked of his wife.
"I'll just have fish and chips."
"OK, well you two go ahead and talk while I get this started." he said as he
went into the kitchen. While his wife normally did the cooking, they were both
able to make any of the food on the menu.
After taking a sip of her Coke, Sam broke the ice, "So Karen, Charlie says
you're new to town. You have a pet store?"
"Well I'm a veterinarian, that's why Charlie brought buddy in. I decided to open
a small pet store since it will take time to build up my veterinary business. So
this keeps me busy."
"I can imagine." Sam noticed that Karen wasn't wearing a wedding ring, but she
didn't want to pry. "So what made you choose our town?"
"Well I really like this part of the country. When I became a vet, I interned in
a rural clinic, so I'm fine with farm animals. More than anything I just needed
to get away."
"Why's that?"
Karen began to explain her circumstances, and the death of her family. While she
didn't like discussing this intimate aspect of her life, the circumstances made
it such that doing so would lessen any suspicions Sam might have about her
motivations.
"Oh my God I'm so sorry Karen," Sam announced when she heard the woman's sad
story, "I can't imagine what that was like for you."
"It's been hard, I won't lie. But that's one of the reasons I moved. I really
needed a fresh start."
"Well if you ever need someone to talk to, you give me a call OK?" Sam said with
empathy.
"Thanks Sam, that means a lot." After having described what prompted her move,
she continued. "So with the insurance settlements and such, the $100K isn't a
big hardship for me. If anything, I just wanted to do something positive with
the money. So not only do I get to help my friend, I get to help a local
business too."
"You can't imagine how much this means to us. I was really starting to get
worried. When we opened this place things were doing great, and then plants
started closing and business got really slow. So it really was a lifeline. On
top of that, we have another set of hands in here, so I'm not running myself
ragged trying to serve customers and cook at the same time. I haven't told
Charlie, but it was really wearing me down."
"I'm sure it would. As I was saying to Charlie though, this needs to go no
further than the three of us. Lorraine cannot find out that I did this. That's
the only condition that I had. She can't ever know that this was a handout. I
wouldn't want her to think that this is charity."
"No worries," Sam replied, "Charlie and I talked about it and we both promise
that this will never go any further than the two of us."
Charlie returned to the table and the three of them chatted while waiting for
dinner. About 10 minutes later a few people came in, so Charlie seated them and
took care of their orders while Karen and Sam continued to talk.
When their food was ready, Charlie only brought out the food for Karen and Sam,
since he needed to wait until the other customer's food was ready before he
could sit down and eat. After having served them, he took his burger and fries
and joined the two women to eat.
Overall, Karen had a good experience with Charlie and Sam, and she was confident
that this arrangement with Lorraine would work out just fine. She returned home
that night looking forward to the next day when Heather would return, since she
was looking forward to getting more intimate with the five-year-old.
Tuesday afternoon came, and Karen saw Lorraine stop her car out front, as
Heather jumped out carrying a large garbage bag. Lorraine tooted the horn, and
Karen waved to acknowledge that she had seen her as she went to help the girl
with the oversized bag of clothes. She found it odd her mother didn't even
bother to help her bring in the bag.
From here started a usual routine. Each morning around 7am they would wake up,
get cleaned up, have breakfast and then head down to the store when it opened at
9am. Most days were pretty quiet in terms of customers. While Karen kept an eye
on the girl, she told her what she could and couldn't do, and made sure she knew
that she would never get in trouble for asking first.
Karen would close the store over lunch, and they would head upstairs to eat,
before heading back down when the hour was done. If the girl got bored she could
watch television or play with toys in a 'break room' that was behind her office,
and she often did that. They would be there until 5pm, when the store closed and
they headed back upstairs. Dinner would be at 6pm, and then they would watch TV
until around 7:30pm, at which point she would get Heather ready for bed. By the
time she got changed, washed up, brushed her teeth etc, it would be close to
8pm. This would repeat daily, until Sunday around noon when Lorraine would come
to pick her up. When Tuesday afternoon rolled around the cycle would repeat.
For Karen, she would do her shopping and other errands on Monday, so that she
didn't have to worry about bringing the girl with her. Although she did buy a
car seat just in case. It wasn't until Heather's second week that Karen came up
with a plan on how she would train this young girl to satisfy her perverse
desires.
That Tuesday night, Karen quietly walked into Heather's room. Since the child's
room faced the main street, light from the street-lamps bled through the drapes
and gave the room an eerie amber glow. Under her arm was her book with reading
light attached. Tonight was to be the first night on a long journey. Her heart
was pounding in her chest as entered the room. She could hardly believe that she
was actually going to go through with this.
The windows were open since there was a nice breeze, so Heather only had a light
blanket covering her. Placing her book at the head of the bed, Karen went to the
end of the bed and gently pulled on the girl's feet so that her body was moved
towards the bottom of the bed. Once that was done, she quietly got into
Heather's bed, being careful not to wake her. With her legs on either side of
the young girl, she slid her body down slightly until Heather's head was only a
few inches away from the junction between her thighs.
Pulling up the hem of her nightgown, Karen allowed it to ride up as she
simultaneously lifted up Heather's head and slid her body further up towards
her. Since the five-year-old was already lying on her stomach, all that was
needed was gently to lower Heather's head so that her face came to rest on the
crotch of Karen's panties. Karen spontaneously let out a long quiet sigh as she
felt the girl's nose pressing against her cunt. Using her feet, she carefully
guided the Heather's arms so they were alongside her body, and once done she
allowed her legs to lay flat on the bed under the sheet.
Although Heather stirred briefly, she stayed asleep with her face snuggled
against Karen's vagina. Reaching for her book, Karen opened it up, flipped on
the reading light and started to read. She had planned to stay there for a few
hours, from 9pm to midnight, keeping the girl's face in place. Her plan was to
acclimate the girl to the smells of her pussy, and this was just one of the ways
she planned to do so. As if in hindsight, Karen reached down and pulled the hem
of her nightgown down over Heather's head. Her aroma would be stronger with the
girl's head covered like this. With the sheet pulled up and the nightgown pulled
down, none of the girl's body was visible. Only the bump under her nightgown
betrayed what would appear to be a woman reading a book in bed.
As time wore on, Karen relaxed and kept reading her book, occasionally reaching
down for a brief and gentle fondle of the head between her thighs. While she was
mildly aroused, that was not her main goal. This was solely about Heather
becoming used to being near her cunt, and even though she was asleep, Karen felt
that Heather's subconscious would assist in acclimating the girl to her role. At
times over the next few hours, Heather would occasionally roll over. When that
happened Karen would either gently but firmly hold the girl's head to keep her
in place, or if Heather started to fuss in her sleep Karen would instead allow
her to roll over and then after a minute roll her back into place.
Around midnight, Karen carefully extracted herself from the girl, and then
moving a pillow under the child's head left her in place on the lower part of
the bed. When the girl woke up in the morning, she didn't seem to notice
anything amiss.
Thus began a pattern, and every night that week Karen did the same thing. Each
time she gently lowered the girl's face into her crotch she found herself
feeling more and more relaxed and self-assured. This was beginning to feel
'right', and the anxiety she initially had about it was starting to bleed away.
When Sunday came, the girl seemed none the worse for the wear when Lorraine
picked her up, so Karen felt she could move on to the next phase when Heather
came back from her mother's apartment.
At 9pm on Tuesday night, Karen again crept to Heather's bedroom, but this time
it would be different. After moving the girl into place, Karen pushed down and
stepped out of her panties. Leaving them on the bed beside the pillows, she slid
into bed as she normally did, but this time she pulled the girl's face into her
bare crotch. When Heather's lips lightly pressed against Karen's pussy, even
though it was passive, it was like an electric shock rippled through her body.
While having the girl's face on her pantied crotch was stimulating, there was no
comparison to this. It didn't take long before her pussy started to weep, and
when that happened it quickly spread all over the girl's face as she slept. Each
time Heather moved position her face would cause tingles in Karen's cunt.
She even found it arousing when she had to reposition the girl after she turned
over in her sleep. The act of carefully yet deliberately lowering the five-year-old's
face into her cunt was something she would never tire of. Despite never seeing
herself as a pedophile, she had unwittingly become one. Although it was mildly
disconcerting to have this thought, the guilt bled away from her mind as she
felt the sleeping girl unconsciously snuggle her face deeper into her pussy.
After a short gasp, Karen let the tingles of pleasure wash down her spine.
When it was near midnight, Karen reluctantly extracted herself from the girl,
but paused before moving back the girl's pillow. With a sly grin, she took her
panties, and stuffed them into the pillowcase. Then, with that side of the
pillow facing up, she placed it under the child's head. As Heather rolled over,
Karen could see the girl's face was glistening with moisture. This pleased her,
and made her hope that it would only be a matter of time before the girl had her
face between her legs when she was awake.
* * * * *
On Wednesday night, Karen came into Heather's room with a few more of her dirty
panties from her hamper that she had not yet washed. Adding the ones she was
wearing to the pile, she pushed them into the pillowcase before placing it on
the bed and sitting down on it. She felt this would transfer even more of her
aroma to the pillowcase and pillow, which would be washed far less often than
the rest of her bedding. This night was no different than the last, and she
found herself becoming more relaxed in this action. Having the girl's face
between her legs seemed natural now. She deserved this after what she had gone
through.
The following morning Karen was in the washroom and she saw the girl reach for a
facecloth to clean her face, but she distracted the child by telling her they
were late and needed to have breakfast. The longer the child could wear Karen's
discharge the better. She wanted Heather to come to know that smell. She wanted
her to feel safe with that smell. She wanted her to want to have that smell with
her all the time. Karen would see to it.
On Thursday night, Karen was about to enjoy another evening with Heather's face
when she saw how her panties had made Heather's pillow appear bloated. She
quickly decided the best thing to do would be to use a different pillowcase. She
had a zippered pillow protector made out of fabric that she could use instead.
After extracting the lumpy pillow from the bed, she took it to her bedroom.
There she removed the pillow and the mound of panties inside. Karen had already
bought two dozen new panties to help replace the ones that were out of
commission, not to mention the ones that would be added nightly.
After placing the panties alone into the zippered pillow protector, she saw it
was fairly flat. Heading to her hamper, she grabbed all the pantyhose, tights
and dirty socks she could find. They were all items of clothing she could do
without, and would be easy to replace while Heather was 'using' them. With the
additional garments added, the pillow gained height. Although it was lumpy, it
was closer in shape to a pillow. Holding it to her face, she inhaled and found
her nose assaulted by the strong aroma. This would do nicely indeed.
With 'pillow' in hand, she walked back to the girl's room. Heather was still
asleep, minus her pillow. After moving the girl down the bed, she again sat on
top of Heather's 'pillow'. She needed to get this pillowcase protector to take
on her scent quickly, and this was the best way. With her damp pussy leaking in
anticipation, she pulled the five-year-old girl's face into its rightful place
between her legs and then covered it with her nightgown. Letting out a sigh
Karen was about to reach for her book when she paused. Bringing her hands back
down between her legs, she pulled up her nightgown to expose the girl's blond
tresses. Reaching down, she weaved her fingers through the girl's hair.
Holding Heather's head in place, Karen began to gyrate her pelvis ever so
gently. Using the girl's nose, she rubbed it lightly in circles around her clit,
sending ripples of pleasure through her body. However, she could feel and hear
the girl start to stir, so with inhuman strength she released the girl and
allowed Heather's face to rest undisturbed on her pussy as it wept copious
amounts of fluid. Pulling back down her nightgown, the child's head was again
covered, keeping her aroma strong. She actually was praising her own foresight
since her discharge was flowing onto the pillowcase protector below. Reaching to
her side, Karen exhaled deeply and picked up her book. As was usual, she spent
the next few hours with the girl's head nestled between her legs. No matter
which way Heather turned, she always ended up face first in Karen's cunt.
This carried on into the following week, with Karen looking forward to her time
in bed with the five-year-old. It was actually very relaxing, and she found
herself able to catch up on reading that she had put off for some time.
Each day Karen would find some way to keep the girl from washing her face in the
morning. A bath on Wednesday night and Sunday morning were the only times when
Heather was able to remove the cunt residue from her face. Often she would see
Heather as she wiped at her face in vain to remove her spendings, which Karen
would replenish that same night. As time went on, Karen found herself needing to
reposition the girl less and less often. Since she would always roll the child
back over when she turned, her young body became accustomed to being on its
stomach.
* * * * *
It was the Tuesday in her forth week minding the girl that Karen decided it was
time to start bringing her actions into the 'waking world.' Over the past month
Karen had encouraged Heather to sit between her legs when they watched
television at night, and the girl also often laid her head on Karen's lap. As
the weeks went on Karen would get into her nightgown right after dinner, and
would have the girl do the same. Soon Karen didn't even have to ask the girl to
come to her, she came on her own. So it only seemed logical that she should
progress on this front.
When Karen was changing into her nightgown, she took off her panties and stuffed
them into the pillowcase before going downstairs. This put only a thin sheet of
silk between her cunt and the young girl's head. Since Karen showered in the
mornings, her scent was strong at night. Yet the girl never seemed to mind. Now,
without panties, Karen encouraged the girl to lay her head on Karen's lap. As
she lovingly stroked the girl's hair, she gently and surreptitiously began to
pull up her nightgown. It took a few minutes, but soon the girl's head was lying
on her bare thigh, only inches away from her pussy. At this point, the girl
finally decided to ask about it.
"Mommy?" Heather said as she lifted up her head.
"Yes dear?"
"Why aren't you wearing undies?"
"No reason." she prompted, wondering where the girl would take the discussion.
"Oh..."
"You like how mommy smells, don't you?" Karen questioned in a way to put Heather
on the defensive.
"Yeah." Heather replied instinctively, not even considering the question.
"Well you lay your head back down so you can keep smelling mommy." Karen replied
as she gently pressed the girl's head back down until it lay on her thighs just
above her pussy.
After a few nights, Karen didn't hide that she lifted up her nightgown, and she
would make sure it was pulled up before she sat down. Up until this point, she
had been sitting on the couch with the girl lying down to one side. On this
night, Karen decided to try something new, as she laid down on her back in a
recumbent position. The five-year-old looked at her, wondering where she would
sit.
"Com'ere honey, you lay down between my legs so you smell mommy." Karen said as
she invited the young girl to lay her head on top of her pussy. While Heather's
face was turned ninety degrees to one side so that she could see the television,
her cheek was pressed up against the top of Karen's hairy bush. Karen was
actually surprised that Heather never once asked about her pubic hair, but she
assumed that being in a shelter that the girl changed with her mother, and so
had seen it before.
That night she decided to take the plunge. Instead of waiting for the girl to
fall asleep, she went with Heather into the child's bedroom and did what she did
normally when the girl was asleep. The child watched with curiosity since
Heather didn't know what she was doing. She then called Heather into bed.
"Mommy wants to lay with you, OK?"
"OK." the girl replied in a slightly confused tone.
"Just pretend that we are watching television and lay your head on mommy's
special pillow." Karen said as she patted her pelvis.
With hesitation, Heather climbed into bed, and then after looking up at Karen,
laid her hair down between the woman's legs.
"No, no... Lay on your stomach sweetie."
Although it seemed weird, the young girl nevertheless did as she was told.
"That's a good girl. You just lay your face right there on mommy's special
pillow." Karen said as she directed the girl's face downwards.
Heather found the smell oddly familiar and not uncomfortable at all. Little did
she know she had been doing this for quite some time already.
"That's it, just rest your face right between mommy's legs where it's nice and
warm." After sitting in silence for a few minutes, Karen found herself getting
impatient. She couldn't wait any longer. "Heather?"
"Yeah?" the child replied as she tilted her head upwards.
"Mommy has an itch; could you scratch it for me please?"
"Where?"
"Right here." Karen said as she pointed at her clit.
"Your coochie?"
"Yes... Don't worry, it won't hurt you."
Heather lifted herself up and began to rub the little nub with her finger.
"Gently dear, it's very sensitive. Just rub it gently."
The girl eased her efforts, using a much more gentle touch.
Despite enjoying it, Karen pretended to be uncomfortable still, and after a few
more seconds took the next step. "Honey, your fingers are too hard. It would
make mommy really happy if you could scratch my button with your tongue since
your tongue is nice and soft."
Heather was totally flummoxed by Karen's request. While she was a bit hesitant
to rub Karen's coochie, the woman was now asking her to use her tongue. She
hesitated as she considered the request.
"Com'on honey, you don't want me to tell your momma you're not doing as I say,
do you?" Karen pulled out the big guns, and it snapped Heather into action.
"No mommy! Please don't tell momma..."
"Well you start licking me and we won't tell your momma, OK?"
"OK." Heather said eagerly as she leaned her head down and gave a tentative
lick. Not tasting anything overly objectionable, she relaxed and began to lick
with more vigor.
"That's a good girl, scratch mommy's itch." Karen said with a sigh as she ran
her fingers through the girl's long blonde hair.
After about thirty seconds, Heather lifted up her head and asked, "Does it still
itch?"
"Yes honey, it still itches a lot, but your tongue makes it feel so much better.
But no more talking. Or do I have to tell your momma that's you're not licking
me properly." Karen said as she tried not to be overcome by the sheer audacity
of her own remark.
"Don't tell momma! I'm licking, see?" the girl said as she dove her face back
into Karen's cunt with fervor.
Karen noticed that the girl seemed genuinely fearful of her mother, and she
suspected that the mother was likely very hard on her at home. Based on what
little interactions she saw, Lorraine seemed to have very little patience. Karen
knew she would be able to use this to her advantage. She hadn't really thought
about how she would assure the girl wouldn't speak about their interactions,
which in hindsight was very shortsighted of her. However, this new revelation
gave her the perfect opportunity to keep her abuse of the girl a secret without
much effort at all.
"Since you're licking me nicely I won't tell your momma if you won't. OK?"
"I won't tell momma..." Heather said as she lifted her head.
"OK, now let's get you back to licking my button," Karen said as she gently but
firmly drew the girl's face back to her pussy, "it still itches and it will need
lots of licking."
Heather found herself in an odd situation as she licked between the woman's
legs. One minute she was lying down, and the next minute there was talk about
telling her momma she wasn't doing what she was told. This petrified her, not
the least of which was because her mother was physically abusive to her. It
wasn't all the time, but when her momma got angry she would often slap her in
the face or give her a hard spanking. Licking the woman's 'coochie' was pale in
comparison to the physical abuse she had been receiving.
Karen felt her juices start to flow, so she added more instructions, "Honey I'm
getting a bit wet down there, so you need to start licking it up OK? Watch..."
Karen said as she lifted up the girl's head, and then slipped her index finger
it inside her cunt. Once coated in juices, she extracted it and displayed it to
the five-year-old. With Heather watching closely, she slowly brought the finger
to her own mouth and sucked her finger clean. "OK, you try." Karen said as she
returned a finger to her sopping wet quim. Once it was dripping with her juices,
she gently pressed her digit inside Heather's mouth as the girl stared in
disbelief.
When Karen's finger entered her mouth, Heather found herself a bit taken aback
by it all. While she didn't resist, she was initially a bit worried about this
new action. However, once she tasted the fluid, she found there wasn't too much
taste to it. Her fears were unfounded. If it kept her out of trouble, she would
lick up Karen's discharge.
"Alright, get your mouth down there. I want my coochie spotless. Understood?"
Karen said in calm yet demanding manner. She decided to use the word 'coochie'
to refer to her cunt since that was the way Heather referred to it. Frankly, she
didn't care what she had to call it if the girl was sucking it. And suck it
Heather did. Karen felt the girl lick up her cream and then try to stick her
tongue inside. While she hadn't asked the girl to do that, Heather took it upon
herself to do so.
"You're doing very good honey," Karen remarked in a positive tone, "if you keep
this up I promise I won't tell your momma you were bad. So keep licking and
sucking like a good little girl." Although Heather's technique was nonexistent,
Karen felt it was best just to let the girl get used to it on her own terms.
Once the girl had become accustomed to sucking her cunt, she would take some
time to train her on how to please her properly.
Meanwhile, she started to feel an orgasm building. This was something she hadn't
felt in years. Despite being aroused in her prior exploits with the girl, she
could never afford to cum when the girl was sleeping. She also never cummed very
strongly when she masturbated over the years. Her thoughts would drift to her
husband and it would spoil the moment. That was no longer an issue though.
Heather had been blindly licking at sucking the woman's coochie, since this
seemed to assure her that Karen wouldn't say she had been causing trouble. She
noticed that the woman was starting to become more animated as time went on.
There was more moaning, her legs were moving around more and her hands were
weaving through her hair. Soon things started to change. The woman started to
shout "Oh God!" as the grip on her head tightened. Then all of a sudden, Heather
felt Karen's lower body start to twitch. Legs came up around her head and locked
her in place as she struggled against this newfound confinement. Before she knew
it, fluids began to spurt into her mouth.
"Swallow!" Karen demanded. "Oh God I'm cumming so hard! You swallow it all or
I'm telling your momma!" Karen wailed as she tried to force the girl's face
inside her cunt.
Heather heard the threat, despite the woman's legs over her ears, and she
quickly stopped struggling and started to drink down the copious amounts of
fluid that flowed into her mouth. It was all happening so fast she didn't have
time to think about it. Soon the thighs that cradled her head relaxed, although
the hands in her hair kept her from moving her head away. She continued to drink
up the flow, although there wasn't as much now.
"You were a good girl Heather, you made mommy's itch go away." Karen said
happily. "Now lick up any leftovers, and then you can go to sleep."
Snaking out her tongue, Heather began the task of mopping up the soggy cunt in
her face. With the woman's fingers still weaved through her hair, Heather tried
to get as much as possible without Karen needing to lift up. When she felt she
was done, she lifted up her head. "Is that enough?"
Karen was in a dreamy state when she heard the girl's question, but she was able
to get her mind in gear. "OK, that's good enough." she said without looking
down. "Here, let me get up and you can go to sleep." Karen let go of the girl's
head, then swung her legs over to the side of the bed. When she stood up, she
noticed that Heather's 'pillow' had a wet spot the size of a dinner plate in the
middle. "Hurry up and get to sleep." Karen announced as she moved the damp
pillow to the head of the bed.
"But..." Heather started to say as she saw the wet spot on the pillow.
"No buts... Don't make me tell your momma you won't go to sleep when you're
told."
"No mommy... I'm sleeping! See?" Heather quickly moved her body up, dropped her
head onto the cum soaked pillow and closed her eyes. While she wasn't asleep,
she was doing a fine job of pretending.
"And don't you move that pillow either. You have a good sleep now." Karen said
as she shut off the light and exited the room. She felt like she was walking on
air as she headed to her bedroom. Not only had she had an excellent orgasm, she
had broken the barrier with the girl. No matter what she wanted, she would be
able to get the girl to do it. At this very moment Heather had her face lying on
a pillow made up of her dirty panties and soaked with her juices. Oh yes, this
was working out beautifully. That night, Karen slept better than she had in
years.
On Wednesday morning, Karen woke up with a smile on her face. She was incredibly
rested and sexually sated. Despite the cloudy skies outside, she was looking
forward to the day. As she had done previously, Karen made sure to keep the girl
from washing her face when she woke up. She could see faint dried lines of her
cum on the girl's face, and she wanted the girl to become accustomed to it.
During the day, Karen often found herself aroused just looking at the girl. As
much she wished she could just close up and have her way with the five-year-old,
she did have a business to run.
After they had finished dinner, Karen announced, "OK honey, instead of
television tonight, we're going to do something a bit different. Come with me
please."
Heather followed her as they walked to the woman's bedroom. Once inside Karen
closed the door behind them.
"Take off your clothes please."
"Why?" Heather asked with reservation.
"Because we're going to have some fun, that's why." Karen replied. Although she
thought to herself that it would be her having all the fun. Seeing the girl
acquiesce to her request, she smiled and began to disrobe as well. This was
going to be a special night, one even more special than the night before.
Tonight Heather would learn how to worship her womanhood. Those lips - those
pouty, luscious, pink, full lips - were Karen's prize.
Naked and with her hands over her coochie, Heather stood with a concerned look
on her face as she waited for the woman to disrobe.
Watching the young girl star at her, Karen put on a bit of a show, by slowly
taking off her bra. Then, after walking the few steps to stand beside Heather,
she pushed down her panties and let them slide down her thigh-high stockings. A
subtle rustle could be heard as the two fabrics kissed on their way down her
legs. With only a foot between the two females, Karen reached out her hands and
gently grasped Heather's head. With a slow and deliberate motion, she pulled the
five-year-old's head into her crotch.
"Mmmmmfff.." Heather moaned weakly as her face was drawn tightly between the
woman's thighs.
"Shhhh..." Karen said as she stroked the girl's blonde hair, "just relax. Can
you smell it? Can you smell mommy's coochie?" Following a rock of her pelvis she
continued, "That's right honey, that's where your face belongs. Tonight I'm
going to show you how to please me, and you won't be stopping until mommy has
had lots of nice cums in that pretty little mouth of yours." With mental effort,
Karen released the girl's head. "OK, up on the bed..."
Heather moved swiftly, jumping up onto the bed and sitting down cross-legged.
Sitting gracefully, Karen carefully swung up her legs so as not to hit the girl.
She turned and arranged the pillows at the head of the bed so she could sit in a
recumbent half-seated and half-lying down position. Just as she was about to
move into place she got back up off the bed. "I'll be right back," she said to
the girl.
Heather sat quietly as the woman walked away. She was a bit nervous about what
would be happening tonight.
After grabbing a big fat bath towel from the linen closet, Karen returned and
pushed the covers down. Placing the towel in an appropriate spot, she again
climbed back into bed; although this time she crawled into place with her bum on
the towel. Leaning back, she relaxed into place on the pillows with a sigh. "Now
then," she began, "I want you to come lay down between my legs with your face
close to my coochie so I can teach you how to make love to it."
While Heather wasn't quite familiar with the term 'make love to' something, she
knew the word 'love' was a good word, so she obeyed her mommy and crawled into
place.
"OK, now watch carefully." Karen said as she reached her hands down to spread
herself open in front of Heather. At this point, she began to teach the girl
everything she needed to know. She started slowly, first explaining the various
parts of the female vagina. "It's also called a pussy, the same as you would say
pussy cat." With more teaching, she invited the girl to come closer and kiss
various parts of it. Slowly and with gentle precision, she had the girl licking
and kissing every inch of her cunt. She was thankful she brought the towel,
since it was getting quit damp down there.
"What's in there?" asked Heather about the vaginal opening.
"That's where babies come from, but you don't need to worry about babies for a
long time." Over the next few hours, Karen spent time showing the girl every
possible way she could use her mouth to pleasure her new mommy. While she was a
bit uncoordinated at first, Karen kept having her repeat the techniques over and
over again. After the first hour, they took a short break while she went to get
a bottle of water.
Heather sat back on her heels as the woman got up to get herself a drink. She
was getting a bit tired by all this. Especially her tongue, which mommy seemed
that she couldn't get enough of. Everything seemed to involve her mouth and
tongue on the woman's coochie, or 'pussy' as she called it."
"Ahhh... Karen sighed as she strolled back into the bedroom naked drinking from
a bottle of water. Now, where were we...? Oh yes. Honey, I want you to lay down
with your head in the middle of the towel."
With a resigned look on her face, Heather laid face down on the towel.
Letting out a chuckle, Karen announced, "No no honey, lay with your face up."
She was smiling at how willing the child was to lay her face in the damp wetness
she had created.
Heather corrected her position, and laying her head back, she felt the dampness
on the back of her neck.
"Good." Karen said as she climbed up onto the bed. "Now it's time to show you
how else you can please me," she added as she began to climb over the five-year-old's
body. The bedsprings groaned in harmony as she moved to straddle the child's
supine form.
Looking up with concern, she watched as the woman towered above her. Seeing the
hairy coochie as the woman positioned it over her face, she had a good idea of
what was to come.
"Now, listen carefully. I'm going to sit down, but it won't hurt you. Just
relax..." Karen said as she gracefully lowered her cunt towards the child's
face. When she was only a few inches away she saw a large droplet of her pussy
juices fall onto Heather's face, and it landed perfectly on the tip of her cute
button nose. Letting out a sigh she sank all the way down, and watched as the
five-year-old's eyes grew wide. "That's right honey, this is where you belong.
Now I want you to stick out your tongue please. Good. Keep it right there, and
mommy is going to use it to make herself happy." With that said Karen began to
draw herself up and down the child's face, using that perfect little tongue and
nose to masturbate on. Closing her eyes and rolling her head back, she reached
down with her hands to grab the girl's head as she rutted herself on Heather's
face.
As the woman began to drag her coochie up and down Heather's face, she began to
whimper in discomfort. It wasn't that it was painful, but it was just
bewildering. She had never done this before and it felt weird. Soon she felt the
syrup start to drain out of her mommy, and so she swallowed down whatever landed
in her mouth.
"That's a good girl." Karen said without looking down at the child. She was
enjoying using the child's tongue and nose to frig herself on. It took about ten
minutes, but she finally started to feel her first proper orgasm of the night.
While she had a few tiny ones when she was teaching the girl to eat her pussy,
this was a nice sized one that she would enjoy. "Here is comes honey, remember
to swallow everything!" she said in strained fashion. Just as the words had left
her lips, she felt a wave of pleasure wash across her. "Oh god!" she screamed as
she slammed her cunt down onto the girl's face.
Finding it hard to breathe, Heather began to struggle somewhat as the woman
bounced on her face. Fluid was gently spurting into her mouth and she started to
swallow.
"Drink it! Don't you spill a drop!" she howled as she hunched herself over the
girl's head and repeatedly filled the five-year-old's mouth with her cream. "Yessssss..."
She hissed as she slowly began to come down from her high. "Mmmmmmm.... Oh
yesssss...."
It seemed the woman was calming down, as the fluids flowing into her mouth
slowed to a trickle. Heather stopped struggling, and submitted to the woman's
needs.
"That's it; don't fight the pussy honey, because the pussy always gets what it
wants. Always." she said as she repeated the word 'always' with emphasis.
Sitting motionless on the girl's face, she was catching her breath when she
realized she was still gripping the child's head pretty hard. Relaxing her grip
on the girl's hair, she slid back slightly to give Heather a chance to breathe
more freely.
Gasping for breath, Heather took deep inhales after she was released from the
woman's vaginal prison.
"See now? You made mommy very happy. You like making mommy happy, don't you?"
Heather nodded with a submissive look on her face.
"Excellent. OK, sit back up so we can try something else."
Sliding out from under the woman, Heather moved off to the side.
After crawling over to the edge of the bed, Karen looked and saw the towel was
sopping. Despite what the girl had swallowed, she had still creamed her little
face generously. As she glanced at Heather, she saw her hair was damp and matted
as well. Standing up she announced, "I'll be right back." Karen went and grabbed
another bath towel, then when she returned, she tossed the soaked one on the
floor. "Move to one side please dear."
As instructed, Heather moved over to one side of the bed and watched as the
woman placed a fresh towel in the center of the bed.
Sitting down on the bed, Karen moved herself into place so she was lying face
down with her pelvis on the towel. "Here's what I want you to do now. Crawl into
the space between my legs so you can look at my bottom.
Complying with the woman's demands, Heather moved into position.
"My pussy isn't the only hole that needs your mouth. My botty hole needs your
mouth too."
"But that's where the poo comes out."
"I know dear, but it would make me very happy to have you give me some kisses
there." The girl hadn't moved, so Karen brought out the big guns. "Unless you
don't want me as your mommy anymore. Do you still want me as your mommy?"
Heather started to get emotional at the thought of the woman abandoning her.
"Yes."
"Well then, lean down and start kissing my bottom. Kiss it everywhere and keep
doing that until I tell you to stop."
Cautiously, Heather leaned down and sniffed the woman's bottom. It didn't smell
like roses, but it didn't smell offensive either. With hesitation, she leaned
down and gently kissed one of the cheeks.
"That's a good girl. Keep doing that, but do it all over." Karen relaxed as she
felt the girl kiss her again. And again. Closing her eyes and letting out a
sigh, Karen smiled and immersed herself in the experience. Little by little, the
girl worked her lips across her cheeks one kiss at a time. However, there was
one thing missing. "You're missing my potty button honey, I need your kisses
there the most," she said as she reached back and pulled apart her cheeks.
Heather found herself looking her mommy right in the 'eye' after she had pulled
open her bum. Pausing for a moment, she considered her next action. If she
refused, it was almost certain her mommy wouldn't be happy.
Karen waited as the girl paused in the worship of her ass. She was going to say
something, but she decided to wait it out and see what the five-year-old would
do. It was important that the girl learn her place, and to do that she needed to
voluntarily submit to pleasing her. While Karen could force her, it wouldn't be
the same as manipulating her into it.
As she pondered her next move, Heather saw the woman's rosebud as it undulated
slightly before her. Although it looked weird and strange, it didn't look dirty.
With a sigh of resignation, she leaned down and gave the opening a kiss.
When the child's lips first touched her puckered hole, Karen felt a shiver go up
her spine. The five-year-old's soft touch felt like magic. "Oh honey, that felt
so good. You don't know how happy you're making mommy right now." she gushed
hoping to encourage the girl further.
Hearing the woman's praise, Heather found herself feeling better about what she
was doing, despite where she was doing it. Putting it out of her head, she
leaned back down and started to kiss and suck at the wrinkled opening.
"Mmmmmm, oh that's so good honey. Please don't stop until mommy says so, it
feels too good." With that, Karen relaxed as the young girl worshiped her
asshole. Instead of instructing her on what to do, she decided it was better to
allow the girl to bond with her rosebud on her own terms.
As the time passed, Heather started to get a bit bored, but she continued to
lick and suck at the opening. She noticed that the more she did this, the more
relaxed the opening became. Soon Heather found that she push her tongue inside
slightly, not unlike what she was doing for the woman's coochie.
"Oh God!" Karen blurted out when she felt the girl's small tongue worm its way
inside her ass. "Don't stop honey! Don't stop no matter what!" As her hole kept
trying to pull the five-year-old's tongue inside her, she found herself being
peppered with a number of small orgasms. Soon it became too much. "On your back,
now!" she howled as she rose to her knees causing the bed to groan. With expert
precision, she straddled the young girl's face, and then after thrusting a hand
down to spread her lips, dropped down roughly.
"Mmmmmffff!" Heather moaned in surprise as the woman's coochie smothered her
mouth.
"That's right you gorgeous gorgeous girl, you suck that pussy! Suck it!" Karen
said as she gripped the girl's hair like a vice. When the orgasm hit her, it was
almost like a truck.
Heather heard a scream, and then suddenly her mouth was again being filled with
gentle spurts of fluid. She coughed briefly, but was forced to swallow.
"Drink it! Don't you dare spill a drop!" She moaned. As the pleasure subsided,
Karen relaxed her grip on the girl's hair. "Mmmmmmm... Such a good girl."
Letting out a final cough, Heather recovered as she felt the woman lift off her
face. Blinking her eyes, she tried to regain her focus.
Rolling off to one side, Karen collapsed on the bed. "Oh honey, you made mommy
so happy just then. You don't know how good your mouth makes me feel. Promise me
you'll do that any time I ask."
"I promise." Heather replied instinctively, not grasping how big a promise it
was.
* * * * *
Throughout the week, Heather found her head being pulled to the junction between
the woman's thighs on a repeated basis. There seemed to be no pattern to it,
since she often found herself surprised when it happened. If it wasn't being
pulled to her mommy's pussy, then it was the dark hole behind it.
Sometimes Karen would just lazily tousle Heather's hair as she received a gentle
licking from the girl. Other times - at night - Karen would send her to bed and
then come to ride her face aggressively. Of course, the coup de gras was having
the girl worship her rosebud. Since the girl wasn't keen on it, Karen made sure
to keep her bottom spotless initially. Over the weeks, she was less and less
fastidious in her cleaning, and the girl didn't seem to be bothered. Or if she
was, she didn't show it.
On Saturday, Karen had an unexpected visit from Lorraine just after lunch. When
she entered the store, Karen knew there was something up. "Hi Lorraine, you're
early." Karen joked, knowing that Lorraine wasn't here to pick up Heather.
Smiling back, Lorraine tried to figure out how best to broach the subject with
Karen. She had already done so much for her, and this was going to be a lot to
ask. "Hi Karen, how are things?"
"You know... same as usual. Business is picking up a tiny bit, but it's still
pretty dead around here. Heather's in back if you wanted to see her."
"Actually no, I came to talk to you, do you have a minute?"
As soon as Lorraine asked that, Karen knew it was something serious. Had she
lost her job? Did she want Heather back? Karen had just finished teaching the
girl to eat her pussy, and she had so much more she wanted to do with her - to
do *to* her - that her mind began to race. She paid a hundred thousand dollars
to get her hands on this child, was it all coming to an end?
"Let's have a seat in my office...," she said as she directed Lorraine with her
hand. As she walked by, Karen could smell the unmistakable odor of cheap perfume
and stale alcohol.
"So has Heather been giving you any trouble?"
"No, she's been very accommodating." Karen said as she smiled to herself over
the double-entendre of her remark.
"That's good..."
"Lorraine, you didn't come all the way over here to ask about Heather. I know
there's something on your mind."
"You're right. Well I just want to say how much I appreciate everything you've
done for me. You can't imagine how much this means to me. I've got a job, a
place to stay; I've even been able to buy some things. It feels like I have a
life again."
"I'm so happy to hear that Lorraine. It's one thing to help a person, but it's
so gratifying when you can hear that what you've done has made a difference in
someone's life." While Karen was being honest - in part - she couldn't help but
think to herself that the difference was more to her own life.
"It has, and that's what I wanted to talk to you about. I know it's only been a
month, but I've actually met someone. Here I was sleeping in a trailer at a
shelter last month, and this month I have a job, an apartment and I'm dating
again."
"That's great Lorraine, wow; I'm amazed at how fast you're bouncing back."
"Yeah... The thing is... It's about Heather."
"What about her?"
"Well, it's just... Ever since I met Steve - he's the one I'm dating - it's been
so hard to get time alone with him. He works eight to four at the plant, then he
comes by my place on his way home. But I have to leave a half-hour later. Then
on Sunday, when we both have the day off, I have Heather with me. Same on Monday
night."
"You know you could always leave her with me if you need a night out."
"I know, but you're already doing so much for me, I didn't want to be a bother."
"It wouldn't be a bother at all." If anything, Karen thought, Lorraine would be
doing her a favor.
"Well... That's kinda what I wanted to talk to you about."
"What is it Lorraine?"
"I know it's asking a lot, but I wanted to know if you would be willing to look
after Heather."
"What do you mean?" Karen asked. All of a sudden, this was getting very
interesting.
"I mean, you would keep her here all the time." Lorraine blurted out, finally
getting to the point of her visit.
"I see. Are you saying you want to give up custody of her?"
"Yes... No... I mean, you would raise her. Heather has been happy here, and
every weekend she talks about how she likes all the animals. It wouldn't be hard
for her to adjust. It's just..." Lorraine paused.
Karen found it hard to hide her exuberance at the thought of having Heather
service her every day, but she nevertheless managed to remain serious.
After letting out a deep exhale, Lorraine resumed. "It's just so hard to be
alone. If I want to have any kind of relationship, I need to have some time with
just me and Steve. I don't get that with Heather around. I want to be her
mother, but I just can't right now."
It was becoming clear what Lorraine wanted, and Karen was all too eager to
agree. However, she decided to make a show of uncertainty so that it wouldn't
appear she was too eager. "I'm a bit surprised Lorraine; I didn't really think
things would go this way."
"You must think I'm a terrible mother to want to do this." Lorraine started to
get emotional, since she was feeling guilty for being so selfish. She didn't
want to give up Heather, but she was so lonely.
"No... Don't feel that way Lorraine. You've gone through a lot, I know how hard
it must be to be on your own and be unable to find companionship." Karen
continued to try and make it appear as if she was making a sacrifice by
accepting this. "But this is a big responsibility you're asking of me. I need to
know that this isn't something you're unsure of doing. If we do this, then it
needs to be long term. I won't put Heather through the trauma of not knowing who
will care for her. She needs stability. If you want me to make this sacrifice,
then we will have to do it legally. If I'm going to be raising Heather, I need
to know that you won't be coming a week later to take her away."
"I won't I promise."
With her mind turning, Karen made her move. "OK Lorraine, if that's what you
want, I'll have a lawyer draw up a custody agreement."
"You'd be willing to do this? You'll raise her as your own?" Lorraine was
becoming excited at the prospect that this might actually work.
"You know about my daughter, so yes, I'd be willing to do that. But I won't do
it if you're just going to come along and take her away at a moments notice. I
won't have my heart ripped out like that. If I'm raising Heather as my own
daughter, she needs to know that she answers to me now."
"Of course, I totally understand."
"So, we'll start with three years. Then after three years we can see where you
are in your life. If things are stable for you, and if it would be best for
Heather, we can talk about you seeing her for a visit. But like I said, if I am
taking physical custody, it needs to be permanent."
"I thought you said for three years."
"Yes, three years where you get to live your life and not see Heather. Three
years where you can do what you want without having to worry about a child to
take care of. However, do you really want to go back to raising her? Dealing
with her misbehavior? Needing to buy her clothing or find her a babysitter
anytime you want to go out? If you get married, you'll want to have a child with
Steve. Will he want a child from your ex... husband?"
"We weren't married. He was a boyfriend, and he left after I got pregnant."
'Perfect', Karen said to herself. "Would he want to raise a child from some
ex-boyfriend of yours? Would you want to raise a kid from his ex-girlfriend?"
"Probably not."
"Well, that's going to be how he thinks."
Lorraine's face became dour, since she was only now realizing how much Heather
could ruin her chance at a new life. Although she had only said it in a fit of
rage, she had once said to Heather that she was an 'accident'. She would never
admit that to anyone, but it impacted her nevertheless.
"It's up to you Lorraine. Right now I'm a babysitter. If you want more than
that, I need total custody of her and no visitation for at least 3 years. If
not, then we can keep doing what we're doing. Did you want to take Heather over
the weekend to think about it?"
"No... I mean... Steve and I were hoping to go away on Sunday."
"So, what do you want to do?"
"I'll do it." Lorraine said without much hesitation. "I'll give up custody."
Then in afterthought as if to justify her decision she added, "I'm sure you'll
be able to do a better job taking care of her anyway."
"OK then, let me talk to a lawyer and get the paperwork drawn up. Once you've
signed the agreement, you'll be free to carry on your life."
"Am I a bad mother for doing this?" Lorraine said as she started to sob quietly.
"Of course not," Karen said with compassion in her voice, "you're just not able
to handle this right now. What's important is that you know she's going to be in
good hands. She'll get everything she needs, and more." she finished while
spontaneously raising an eyebrow. Thankfully, Lorraine's eyes were gazing
downward and she missed the gesture.
"OK. What do I do?"
"Just two things. You need to tell Heather, and then you'll need to sign a legal
agreement. Give me a week; I should be able to have it done not this Monday but
the following Monday. Have you thought of what you want to say to Heather?"
"No, I don't know what to say. Will you talk to her?"
"Lorraine, she needs to hear this from you."
"OK. Let's do this now before I change my mind."
Karen got up and led Lorraine to a room at the back of the store that was used
as a place for Heather to play and watch television. When they entered the room,
the girl was watching a show and didn't notice her mother enter.
"Hey baby." Lorraine announced aloud to get Heather's attention.
"Momma!" Heather squealed as she ran over and hugged her mother's lower body.
"Have you been a good girl? Have you been doing everything you're told?"
"Yes momma, I promise!"
"That's good. Momma has something to tell you. Come and sit on the couch with me
baby." Lorraine said as she led the girl to the couch and pulled her up onto her
lap.
"You know your momma loves you right?"
"Yes momma."
"You know your momma wants what's best for you..."
Heather could sense something was wrong. It wasn't like her mother to be this
nice to her. Usually she was abrupt and demanding.
"You know it's been hard for me to raise you alone when I had no job."
"But don't you have a job momma?"
"Yes baby I do, but momma is still trying to put her life back together. That's
why I want you to stay here with... mommy." Lorraine said the word mommy in an
awkward manner, since the word was somewhat foreign to her.
"But I am staying with mommy."
"Yes baby, but I mean stay with mommy all the time. You wouldn't stay with me
anymore."
"But I want to stay with you momma!" the girl replied instinctively as she began
to get emotional.
"I know baby, but momma needs to go away and get her life together, and I just
can't take care of you right now."
"But why!?" Heather blurted out as she started to cry.
"Here you go again..." Lorraine found herself losing her patience, "You never do
what you're told." she said with anger in her voice.
"I'm sorry momma, please don't leave me!" Despite what she had been through,
Lorraine was still her momma.
"I'm sorry baby, I have to. But your mommy will take care of you, won't you
Karen?"
"Heather honey," Karen said she walked over the few steps to where they were
sitting and knelt down on one knee, "I'll take care of you. There's no need to
cry. This just means more time with the puppies. In fact, since you'll be here
all the time, I'll let you keep one of the puppies for your very own."
Heather stopped crying immediately when she heard this. "Really?" she said with
a sniffle.
"Yes. Since you'll be with me now, I'll keep one of the puppies and he
can be your very own. You can name him and everything."
"See baby, you can have a puppy." Lorraine added with emotion in her voice,
trying to get the girl to settle down so she could leave.
Nodding quietly, Heather was still morose, but she was no longer sobbing.
"Momma has to go now. I'm sorry baby; I wish I could have done more for you.
Karen will take good care of you, I promise." With a final kiss, she lifted the
girl up and handed the girl to Karen.
As Lorraine handed Heather to her, she pulled the girl to herself so that
Heather's legs were straddling her waist with her head buried in her bosom. "You
go ahead Lorraine; I'll deal with her and give you a call on Monday to make
arrangements. OK?"
"OK. Bye baby, you be a good girl and do everything your mommy tells you."
Heather didn't respond; she was still in shock and brooding over this unexpected
development.
Since it was already 4pm, Karen decided to close the store early and take
Heather upstairs. It would take a bit of time to sink in, and she wanted to be
there to assure the girl knew her place. This was a crucial time when the girl
was the most vulnerable, and she planned to exploit it to the fullest. To Karen
this was a dream come true. No longer would she need to worry about what might
happen if Heather decided to tell her 'momma' about what they did together. More
importantly, she would be able to move forward with her other desires.
After being placed onto the couch, Heather sat in silence. Her momma had left
her. She didn't know why. All she new was that only her 'mommy' remained.
"Heather, honey...?" Karen said as she sat down beside the girl, "Do you have
any questions about what happened?"
"Why did momma go away?"
"Well honey, sometimes when little girls don't do as they're told, their momma
won't like it and they'll go away." It was an obvious lie, but Karen wanted to
cement obedience in the young girl.
"But I do as I'm told!" Heather blurted out in response as she sniffled.
"Not always. Your momma said so."
"I didn't mean it." she replied beginning to sob.
"I know honey, I know." Karen leaned over and began to stroke the girl's hair.
"That's why you'll always do as I tell you. Right?"
"Yes mommy, I promise!" she replied, growing fearful that she might lose the
only mother she had left. Heather resigned herself to the mindset that she would
have to be extra good no matter what the woman asked of her. She knew this would
include licking her mommy's 'coochie' as she had been doing every night.
"Well let's see about that, shall we? You wait here." Karen got up and went to
the kitchen, and grabbed a coffee cup from the cupboard. Almost as if an
afterthought, she reached down under her skirt and pulled down her panties, then
kicked them aside. Karen then returned to the living room with cup in hand. "Do
you know what this is?" she asked as she stood in front of the girl.
"A cup?"
"That's right. Now watch." Kicking off one of her flats, she raised her bare
foot and placed it on the couch. Next, she pulled up the hem of her skirt,
exposing her pussy to the girl.
With wide eyes, Heather stared as the woman took the coffee cup and put it below
her coochie. Then after a pause, she heard a loud hiss and saw Karen pee into
the cup. Within seconds she stopped.
Taking her foot off the couch, Karen allowed her skirt to fall back into place
as she sat back down beside the girl. "Do you know what this is?" she asked as
she held up the warm cup.
"Your pee?"
"That's right. Do you know what I want you to do with it?"
Heather shook her head.
Karen lifted the cup to her lips. As it approached, she could smell her urine,
which wasn't foul, but didn't smell like roses either. Once the cup reached her
lips she took the smallest of a sip, but she made a noisy slurping sound to make
it appear as if she was drinking a lot of it. While Karen wanted the girl to
drink it, there were two reasons why she decided to take a sip herself. First,
she wanted the girl to see that it wouldn't harm her. Children learn best by
example. Second, she wanted to know what the girl would taste. With a bitter
aftertaste of urine in her mouth, she lowered the cup back down. "Ahhhh... Now,
what do you think I want you to do with it?"
Despite being dumfounded, Heather was still able to reply. "Drink it?"
"That's right. You're a clever girl. I want you to drink it. If you want me to
be your mommy, I want you to drink my potty. You're going to do as you're told,
aren't you dear? You're not going to disobey mommy, are you?"
Heather sat petrified and silent and as the woman held the cup out in front of
her.
"Take it."
With slightly quivering hands, the five-year-old took hold of the coffee cup
with both hands. Immediately she felt the warmth of the cup.
"Start drinking."
Feeling like she had no other choice, Heather raised the cup to her lips. She
too was assaulted by the smell, but like Karen, chose to ignore it. Once the cup
touched her lips, she tipped back the container and opened her mouth. As soon as
the amber liquid flowed into her mouth, she clamped her eyes and mouth shut then
made a face.
"Heather, look at me dear..." When the girl failed to respond, she raised her
voice slightly. "Now."
Heather opened her eyes.
"Swallow." Karen said in a calm but direct tone of voice as she stared deeply
into the child's eyes.
Heather grimaced as she swallowed down the bitter brew. Once done she let out a
small retch, but otherwise remain composed.
"Good girl. See, you made your mommy happy. Now I want you to finish your
drink." Karen said with a smile. "All of it." she added slowly, with a look on
her face that let the girl know she was serious.
With eyes that became crossed as the cup neared her mouth, the young girl
complied with the woman's orders. Taking a second mouthful, she again made a
face, but this time girded herself and swallowed without a fuss. Then came
another swallow, and another. Soon the cup was empty.
"That's a good girl!" Karen gushed with a smile. "See now, that wasn't so bad.
Soon you'll be drinking my potty and not making a face at all. Since you were a
good girl, I won't make you drink the rest. However in future you'll have to
drink it all. Understood?"
The young girl nodded blankly, although she didn't really comprehend how much
more she would be expected to drink.
"OK, you go get washed up while I make dinner." Karen said as she took the cup
from the girl, put back on her flat and walked away. Karen had a smile on her
face that betrayed her motherly image. After rising out the cup, she left it on
the counter. She would be using this cup quite often in the coming days.
* * * * *
A few days later, after having had Heather eat her pussy and drink piss from a
cup once a day, Karen decided that she needed to impress upon the child that she
could not reveal how 'mommy' used her. "Now dear, I meant to mention this
before, but I'll say this now. You can never tell anyone about how you scratch
my coochie with your tongue, and you can't tell anyone that you drink my pee."
"Why not?" the girl responded obliviously.
"Well honey, if you tell anyone, then you need to do it for them too. Do you
want to drink anyone else's pee? Do you want to lick any other coochies?"
Heather had never considered that she would have to do this for other people.
"No..." she replied fearfully.
"OK, well as long as you don't tell anyone else, then you won't have to do it
for them. Alright?"
"OK." the girl replied in relief. It was hard enough doing this for one woman;
she didn't want to have to do this for other women as well. She resigned herself
never to mention what they did to anyone. Ever.
* * * * *
Over the coming weeks, Karen proceeded to have the girl drink urine on a
somewhat regular basis. After a week using the cup, she graduated to having the
girl drink from her directly. Since she had trained the girl to eat her pussy,
it was a simple matter of putting the two together. Within a week, the girl had
become quite adept at becoming a human urinal.
"Front and center." Karen announced as she dropped her panties to the floor.
Heather knew what this meant, so she briskly padded her bare feet over to Karen
and knelt before her with head back and mouth open.
"No spilling like yesterday. I don't want to have to wash more clothes." With
that, Karen hiked up her dress and lifted one foot onto the chair beside her.
With a raised eyebrow and a slight nod, Karen made clear what the child was to
do. It was important that she knew her place. While she could have easily
straddled and forced her cunt onto the girl's face, seeing her voluntarily
submit made it all the more enjoyable.
For her part, Heather complied immediately, moving forward and sealing her mouth
over Karen's pee hole.
"Ahhhh... yes..." Karen said as she let out a graceful sigh while relaxing her
bladder.
"Mmmfff...!" The first rush or urine always seemed to catch Heather by surprise,
and this time was no exception. After a couple disjointed swallows, she was able
to regain her composure and swallow the flow. Letting out a finale whimper of
submission, she gave in to the demands of the bladder she was servicing.
"Shhh..." Karen cooed quietly as she ran her fingers though Heather's hair.
Karen had been practicing in slowing her flow, not for the benefit of the child
at all, but so she could enjoy the sensation of feeling her piss run into the
mouth of the girl on her knees in front of her. The sounds of swallows were also
music to her ears. However, despite the pleasure she felt in this act of
degradation, she didn't want to linger when she finished. This was potty time,
not pleasure time. With her bladder now empty, she gave the last few quirts to
the girl.
"Wipe..." Karen announced curtly as she felt the young girl's tongue collect any
remaining drops. After Heather had licked a few times, Karen took her foot off
the chair and stepped away. She said nothing to the child, nor did she thank
her. Why should she? You don't thank a toilet after it flushes. As her dress
slid back into place, she walked away secure in the knowledge that each belly
full of urine would only cement the girl's role in their perverse relationship.
The time had finally come to take the ultimate step. She had been longing for
this day, and now it was going to become a reality. After considering many ways
to bring this to fruition, she decided that a structured manner would be the
best.
"Heather...? Come here please," Karen shouted towards the living room. Turning
back towards the table, she looked at the arrangements. She had drawn the
curtains and had two unlit candles placed and ready to give the room a more
romantic feel when the time was right. This was going to be a very special
evening for her, and she wanted everything to be perfect. Hearing the young girl
as she traveled down the stairs, Karen went to the dining room, just as young
Heather was entering.
"What's for dinner? I'm so hungry!"
Karen had told the girl they needed to skip lunch, using an excuse that she
hadn't gone to the grocery store. Sufficient to say Heather was hungry, which
was exactly what she wanted.
"I have a special meal planned, but it just needs a few more minutes. Would you
like a drink of juice?" she asked, knowing the child would say yes given her
hunger.
"Yes please!"
"OK you wait here and I'll get it for you." As the young girl stood watching,
Karen walked into the kitchen and prepared her 'special' apple juice. She took
out a vial of dolasetron, an antiemetic, along with a syringe. Unwrapping the
syringe, she took off the cap and then plunged it into the dolasetron vial,
pulling up a measured amount. Since this drug is normally administered
intravenously, she instead used the accepted pediatric alternative and squirted
the substance into a glass she would soon fill with apple juice.
After squirting the fluid into the bottom of the glass, she put the used needle
aside and looked behind her. Seeing the girl still standing beside the table,
Karen's heart began to beat faster as she again reached into her bag, pulling
out another vial. This vial contained Gamma-Hydroxybutyric Acid (GBA), which
would be necessary for what Heather was about to undergo. It had cost her a lot
of money and favors to obtain it in medical grade quality, but it was worth it.
Karen had no intention of being denied this night.
Her gut was churning as she was about to use an illicit drug on a child as a
means to make her more receptive to her perverted yearnings. Everything she
stood for told her this was wrong, and yet every desire in her body was telling
her this was right. While it would have been nice to have the girl do this of
her own free will, it wasn't reasonable to expect her to do so.
Looking to see that Heather wasn't watching, Karen carefully opened the small
vial and poured the pre-measured amount into the glass with the other substance.
She had already calculated how much was needed, and also lowered the dose based
on her small body size. She opened the fridge and took out the bottle of apple
juice, and poured two glasses. With the two drinks in hand, she walked back out
and handed the spiked drink to the young girl, who in her hungry state quickly
drained the glass. A slow smile spread to Karen's face as she realized it would
not be long before she could have what she only had fantasized about.
"Heather, it seems dinner will need a bit longer than I expected. Why don't you
go watch television and I'll call you in a half hour."
"OK, but hurry, I'm so hungry!" Heather said as she walked away.
Karen's cunt twinged at the double-entendre of Heather's remark, knowing full
well that she wanted the young girl to be very hungry for what she wanted her to
eat. She looked at the clock and noted the time, thinking that thirty minutes
would be sufficient to achieve the desired effect.
After pacing what seemed like a path into the kitchen floor, the time was here.
Opening the oven door, Karen pulled out a small casserole dish and proceeded to
serve some of the pleasant smelling dish onto one plate. As she walked back into
the dining room, she called out for Heather. "OK Heather, time for dinner."
While waiting for the young girl to enter, she lit the two candles on the table
and dimmed the lights slightly, giving the dining room a more romantic feel.
Somewhat slow to respond, Heather nevertheless came into the dining room and
found Karen standing waiting for her.
"Sit over in that seat dear" Karen said as she gestured to a chair to the right
of the spot where she would be sitting.
Heather complied and sank into the chair. "Where's mine?"
"I have your dinner honey; I just haven't put it onto your plate yet. Now before
I do, I need to ask you, do you trust me Heather?"
"Yes mommy."
"And you're hungry aren't you? Really hungry?"
"Yes, I'm really hungry!"
"OK, well I have a special meal for you, and I want you to be a big girl and eat
up every bite, will you do that for me?"
Heather wordlessly nodded her head, her eyes slightly glazed, but still aware of
what was going on around her.
"Pick up your plate please Heather; I'm going to put your dinner onto it now."
Looking around Heather seemed confused. She was feeling a bit different. Not
bad, but... different. "Where is it?" she asked, still unsure of what she was
eating.
"I have it right here. Hold the plate in your lap over your knees while I give
it to you." With that said Karen lifted up her dress and pulled the loose fabric
around to her front.
Heather sat in stunned silence as she watched the woman back herself over the
plate and squat down slightly. All of a sudden, the deafening silence in room
was attacked by the sound of gas being released from Karen's bowels as it
lightly spattered her plate. Within moments, the wrinkled rosebud began to
twitch, and soon there was a large brown snake emerging from the ass in front of
her. Although Heather felt like she wanted to run, the anxiety just seemed to
melt away. As she watched in stunned silence, the column of poo had just begun
to touch the plate in her hands. With contact made, it was now gently laying
itself down, as if to present itself to Heather.
Karen had worked so hard for this day. She had been experimenting constantly
with various foods to get the consistency of her shit just right. As she gently
squeezed her rectum, she carefully directed her waste onto the plate below. The
firm but pliable mass was coming out in one long smooth tube, although as the
mass curled around the plate there were cracks forming alongside the outside
edge.
Despite its seemingly smooth appearance, lumps could be seen within the mass, a
testament to the varying texture of the substance within. Karen was actually
quite pleased with how it was coming out. She had the thickness good, and the
mass was excellent. She had done a perfect one a few days prior, but this was
still one she was happy with. Having held back a bowel movement for an extra
day, she was providing the girl with an excellent plateful of her shit.
With a very feint but sickening thud, the end of the tube of waste had now
dropped on to the plate to join the rest of it. Mouth agape and with glassy
eyes, Heather just stared at the plate, not in fear, but in disbelief.
The GBA had done its work in removing most of Heather's anxiety, and as Karen
stood back up she held on to her dress and walked just inside the kitchen. She
had left a roll of toilet paper on the counter, since she didn't want to disrupt
what she had planned by having the girl lick her clean. After a quick wipe and a
toss of the paper into the trash, Karen let her dress go and it again fell back
into place. Walking back out to the dining room, she saw Heather was still
sitting, staring at her meal. "Put your dinner on the table in front of you
please."
Heather looked up at Karen with a lost look in her glazed eyes.
"Com'on now, put your dinner on the table." The second instruction finally got
Heather to move, and she complied with Karen's wishes. "That's a good girl," she
said as she sat in her chair to the left of Heather, at the head of the table.
"Now Heather, if you want me to be your mommy, you need to do something for me.
It's only fair dear. You want me to be your mommy, don't you Heather?"
Still in shock, Heather was nevertheless able to nod her head in agreement.
"Good then. I need you to be my potty. That means you need to eat everything on
your plate. I don't want you to spit it back up, so we'll take it nice and slow,
one bite at a time." With the young girl still staring at her plate, Karen could
now faintly smell the aroma of the five-year-old girl's food as it wafted her
way. "Doesn't that smell lovely dear? Now pick up your fork for mommy."
Heather again turned to look at Karen with an expressionless look on her face.
"Pick up your fork please." Karen repeated slowly, waiting for the girl to
comply. With snail-like slowness, she watched as Heather finally picked up her
fork with her left hand while staring at the plate. "Now honey, here's what I
want you to do. I want you to pick up a piece of your dinner and put it in your
mouth like a good little girl. Go ahead now."
Heather looked up at Karen, then back down at her plate, then back up at Karen,
and then back down to her plate once more.
"You can do this dear. Don't think about eating it; just eat it. Go ahead and
take a bite."
With a slightly trembling hand, Heather slowly lowered her fork into the
still-warm mass of shit in front of her. After clawing off a small half-inch
chunk, she raised the fork back up towards her mouth as she opened it. However,
when the reeking substance was only a few inches away she stopped. Then she
started to move it towards her mouth again, only for the fork to come an inch
closer before moving an inch backwards. With each attempt to move the fork into
her mouth, her jaw briefly opened wider, but each time she backed away. Her
brain wasn't allowing her to do this, despite her lowered inhibitions and lower
anxiety.
Karen had been watching carefully, despite her dinner getting cold on the table
in front of her. Seeing as Heather was unable to move the fork the last few
inches, she slowly reached out her hand.
Heather watched as Karen put her left hand over top of her hand, and with gentle
precision started to move the fork with its smelly offering closer to her mouth.
As it arrived, she felt it as it grazed her upper lip on its way inside. When it
landed on her tongue, the effect was immediate. Her eyes flung wide open as the
taste started to register in her mind. Despite this, she found herself shocked
and unable to react. Sitting stunned, she allowed Karen to deposit the piece in
her mouth. The woman then pulled her hand and the fork away, before placing the
fork back on her plate.
"OK dear, this is your first bite." Karen said as she released the girl's hand,
moved her hand to Heather's jaw and turned the girl's head to face her. "Now
let's close your mouth. Can't have you chewing with your mouth open, can we? You
know your manners." Karen's hand, which was already on her jaw, now pushed up to
close the girl's mouth.
She watched as tears began to weep from the girl's eyes, while staring at Karen
with a look of... confusion. 'These drugs work marvels' Karen said to herself.
She had expected the girl to react far more vociferously to the assault on her
pallet. Removing her hand from Heather's jaw, she now moved it to the side of
her face and stroked it gently. "Come on dear, chew up your dinner for mommy
please. Eat mommy's poo like a good girl."
For her part, Heather had wanted to chew, but she couldn't. No matter what she
did, she just couldn't make her mouth do that. As the shit started to melt in
her mouth, she could feel it start to drain into her throat. While her mind was
saying she should want to vomit, her stomach was strangely silent on the matter.
Despite feeling uncharacteristically calm, Heather found herself with an
uncontrollable urge to run to the washroom.
As Karen watched, she saw Heather slowly rise from the table. Quickly springing
into action, she jumped out of her seat and was able to push the girl back into
her seat before she was able to stand up. "No dear... no leaving... the table...
until you clean... your plate." Karen said as she struggled with the anxious
girl.
She had anticipated this, and reaching into her pocket she pulled out a pair of
Heather's tights. Quickly kneeling down she grabbed the young girl's left foot
and tied it to the leg of the large wooden table. Since Karen couldn't move this
table without significant effort, it would be impossible for the girl to get
away from her dinner.
Heather struggled as she felt Karen securing her leg to the table. Her actions
to get away were having the unpleasant side effect of forcing her tongue to
press the shit against the roof of her mouth. The mass was now stuck there as
small wads pushed towards her throat while she struggled. Finally, without even
intending to, she swallowed. It was an instinctive reaction, as the shit in her
mouth was pushed towards her throat, she swallowed by reflex. This caused her to
gag, as her eyes slammed shut while her stomach quietly groaned as she
fruitlessly yanked her leg to free herself.
With authority in a raised voice Karen announced, "You're not going anywhere
until you finish your supper, so stop fussing and sit back down!"
The adrenaline rush may have caused the drugs' effect to weaken for a moment,
but now it was reasserting itself. With an uneasy calm, Heather settled back
into her seat, her breathing ragged as she still held what was left of the first
piece of shit in her mouth.
"Swallow it." Karen instructed in a loud tone. "Now!"
With her mind finding itself unable to find a way out, Heather started to
swallow the vile substance in her mouth. It didn't go down easy, she had to
fight her mind screaming that this was wrong. However, the voice in her head
seemed so far away. With the few minutes that had passed since she first put the
bite into her mouth, the remaining excrement now had the consistency of a
smoothie. Mind you this smoothie was likely not the best the she had ever
tasted. With her struggles to swallow near an end, Heather found her little
mouth was mostly clear of the shit that had been within it. Unfortunately, her
struggles had spread the substance so that it now coated the small toilet bowl
she used to call a mouth.
Karen watched as the girl finished swallowing, and as she did so she praised her
own foresight. Knowing what watching this would do to her, she placed a folded
towel on her chair, and for good reason. Her juices were flowing freely watching
the spectacle before her. Her wise choice to raise her dress as she sat down was
paying dividends. It would have been a nuisance to have to change clothes
because she was careless and soaked them in her cream.
The girl was now done with her first bite, and while she obviously didn't relish
it, that was of no concern to her. Heather would get used to it. She would see
to it. She might not like it, but she would get used to it.
Looking back down at her plate with a defeated look on her face, Heather again
stared at the daunting task that lied ahead. With a weak and feeble voice, and
without turning her head, she quietly asked, "Juice?"
Karen let out a sigh. She had hoped the girl wouldn't need it. "OK honey, since
you're being good, I'll get you a small glass of water. I don't want you
drinking juice since it will spoil the flavor of your meal. Wait here I'll be
right back." Grabbing her own plate of now lukewarm food, Karen went into the
kitchen and placed the meal into the microwave. As it did its magic, she grabbed
a small four-ounce glass and filled it with water. Once done she went and
grabbed her meal, then returned to the dining room. Placing her food back in
front of her chair, she again raised her dress as she sat down. Placing the
water in front of Heather, she added, "Now you make this last, this is all you
get. I don't want you washing the taste out of your mouth after each bite."
With a feeble nod, Heather reached out a quivering hand and picked up the glass.
After taking a small sip, she placed it back down on the table, and then watched
as a tiny chocolate colored rivulet ran down the side of the glass. Heeding
Karen's warning, she kept her sip small so as to save the precious fluid for
later. Looking down at the long log in front of her, she knew she would need it.
Taking a bite of her dinner, Karen didn't want it to get cold again. After she
had swallowed her mouthful of bruschetta, she addressed Heather, "Hurry up
before your dinner gets cold. Take another bite. Com'on now..."
Heather again lowered her fork to the still massive pile of poo on her plate, as
Karen continued to peck at her meal. With her fork inserted, Heather broke off
another small chunk and again raised it to her lips. This time she was able to
make it all the way without assistance. As the bulbous lump slid past her lips,
it left a small brown streak on her pink worms. She let out a small retch as her
mouth closed, and then she quickly swallowed the chunk down whole.
Karen saw how the girl was trying to get away without tasting her meal, and she
was having none of it. "Now just a minute young lady..." she announced as
Heather turned to face her, "I won't have you just gulping it down like a
savage. From now on, I want you to chew each piece until it's soft. Then I want
you to spread it around your mouth. You will then open your mouth and let me
inspect it. If I see no lumps, you will be allowed to swallow. Understood?"
Hanging her head, Heather meekly nodded, then bringing her fork back to the
plate she broke off another piece. Based on the stain on the plate, she had only
consumed a little more than an inch of Karen's offering. As she lifted this next
piece to her lips, she could see the lumps inside the cross-section as they
stared back at her. It was as if they were smiling knowing how they were about
to defile her small innocent mouth. Closing her eyes she blindly pushed the shit
inside, and the pulled the fork out as she closed her lips. Doing as instructed,
she began to chew.
It was only now that Heather really began to appreciate fully just how vile and
disgusting the taste really was. The first piece she hardly tasted since she was
in shock, and the second she gulped down so fast it barely touched her tongue.
Gagging occasionally, she continued to chew, using her small tongue to push the
bitter substance towards her teeth to be masticated. She kept feeling the shit
with her tongue to see if it felt soft enough, and once complete she did as
instructed and coated the roof of her mouth with it. It was now Heather found
herself wondering why she wasn't getting sick to her stomach. While her stomach
was certainly unsettled, why wasn't she throwing up?
As she continued to nibble at her meal, Karen couldn't help but watch the
spectacle before her. The young girl was now totally immersing her mouth with
shit, and as if that wasn't enough, Heather had now turned her head and opened
her mouth.
"I'm sorry dear, but you need to push the poo all over your gums and into the
space between your cheeks too. There shouldn't be one bit of pink left in your
mouth, understood?"
Nodding, Heather closed her mouth and pushed the shit around some more, pressing
it in between her gums and teeth, and making sure to get the area under her
tongue as well. When she felt there was not a spot in her mouth that was
undefiled, she opened her mouth again.
As Karen looked inside the five-year-old's mouth, she saw that the girl had done
as instructed. The shit was thoroughly mixed with her saliva and mashed into a
runny paste, which she had pressed against the insides of her mouth. As the
towel below her buttocks continued to soak up her secretions, Karen made a show
of leaning over to 'inspect' the job that Heather did, as the child's pleading
eyes continued to water. "That's much better. You have permission to swallow,"
she said, before adding with emphasis, "but don't rush. Remember your manners."
Without acknowledging Karen directly, the five-year-old began to deposit the
contents of her mouth into her stomach to join the other small pieces of shit
that was there. As instructed she took her time, carefully cleaning her mouth
with her tongue, and then moving the mushy offering to her throat where it was
carried downwards. Once she had primarily cleaned out her mouth, she reached to
the glass of water, but Karen raised an eyebrow at her, wordlessly reminding her
that this was all the water she would get. She would have to make it last.
It was with intense self-control that Karen was able to keep from either
spreading her legs and masturbating, or grabbing the girl's head and burying it
in her crotch. While she obviously couldn't do the latter with the girl's toilet
mouth, she didn't want to do the former and distract from what she was watching.
It was so awe-inspiringly erotic to watch young Heather as she again dropped her
fork down to the plate, and then taking another chunk raised it to her mouth.
The towel was beginning to get soaked, as she could feel wetness under her
buttocks now.
With another piece pushed past her trembling lips, Heather began to work her
mouth on the newly discovered lumps she found inside it. She closed her eyes
this time since they were watering so badly now that she had a hard time seeing
anything. The taste in her mouth was just beyond description. Even though she
did find herself gagging occasionally, it was a sheer miracle that she wasn't
throwing it back up. She just couldn't understand how she could eat Karen's poo
and keep it down.
"That's a good girl. Chew it up for mommy." Karen said in an encouraging tone.
While Heather's eyes were closed and her face was in a grimace, Karen's face was
covered in a proud and haughty smile. She had beaten the girl. Her innocent
virgin mouth was being repeatedly raped by her shit, and the young girl was not
only allowing it to happen, she was doing it herself. Karen had originally
wanted to have the girl eat directly from her ass, but now that she saw this,
she was so glad she changed her mind. This took far more effort than blindly
gobbling down her shit as fast as possible. Furthermore, she was able to watch
the intimate activity clearly.
With Heather's mouth being coated yet again in a paste of Karen's poo, the
five-year-old was quickly becoming resolved to her fate. As she again used her
tongue to seek out the smallest of lumps and feed them to her teeth to chew,
Heather realized that she would never be the same. She would never get this
taste out of her mouth, no matter how many times she brushed. The taste of it
was permanently etched into her brain, since the strength of the taste was so
extreme that she would not be able to forget the taste if she wanted to. Having
given the excrement a through treatment, she dutifully covered the inside of her
mouth with it and turned to Karen for approval.
The young girl had once again fully masticated a mouthful of her shit, and the
sight of her mouth covered with it was something Karen would never tire of.
While she had planned to allow Heather to continue without opening her mouth for
inspection each time, the sight of her brown mouth was simply too erotic. With
Heather's eyes still leaking tears, Karen silently nodded her permission to
allow the girl to swallow. Carefully watching, she noted the girl did take her
time to swallow, even though she grimaced every time she did. However, given
that the shit was all over her mouth, it would probably take time just for her
to use her tongue to collect it. The cheeks of the girl would ripple as the
girl's tongue began to scrape the sludge from her mouth. Turning back to her own
dinner, Karen took another bite.
Swallowing her previous mouthful, Heather took a moment to take some breaths and
take another sip of water. Even breathing was a chore now with the smell of poo
permeating her lungs. What was worse was that she was starting to get used to
the smell. This bothered her mentally since she never wanted to get used to it.
With Karen cocking an eyebrow at her pause in eating, Heather returned the fork
to the plate to take another piece. This time she decided to try slightly bigger
pieces, figuring that since she still had to chew it all, that it wouldn't
matter.
Karen was pleased to see the girl was now taking bigger bites. While this would
mean the girl would finish a bit sooner, it wasn't a sacrifice. The fact the
girl was voluntarily increasing how much shit she shoveled into her mouth made
Karen happy. The girl was becoming a toilet before her very eyes. Oh how she
would enjoy using Heather's potty mouth. She was also very pleased with the
drugs. The dolasetron was working like a charm to keep it all down, and the GBA
had her mostly free from panic and open to suggestion. While she didn't intend
to use GBA now that she had 'broken in' the five-year-old, she would still keep
using the antiemetic. She never wanted to worry about the girl prematurely
expelling one of Karen's lovingly prepared meals. No, if she was going to be
going to the trouble of making her eat every bite, then it was only fair that
the girl would keep it all down.
Heather's chewing was now starting to become labored, since each bite needed to
be chewed so many times. She was taking longer now, but she was still as through
as Karen demanded she be. She sat glassy eyed, staring into space, as she worked
on breaking down each and every little lump of shit that was in her disgustingly
defiled mouth. Once again, once she had broken it down, she covered the inside
of her mouth and looked to Karen for approval.
With a nod, Karen acknowledged young Heather's mouthful of creamy shit, and the
girl again began the horrid task of using her tongue to scoop it up from around
her mouth and deposit it into her throat. "You're doing very good dear. You keep
swallowing your dinner while I go reheat your plate." It was only fair that if
the girl was eating her shit that it should be nice and warm as if it just came
out of her ass.
As she stood up, Karen could feel the cream running down the insides of her
thighs. 'Oh my...' she thought to herself as she put the plate of shit into the
microwave. Grabbing some paper towels she lifted her dress and tried to dry
herself a bit while she waited. Looking back into the dining room she saw the
girl still working on her current mouthful. With the sound of a beep, the
microwave signaled that the plate was now warm, so she picked up the plate and
placed it back in front of Heather.
Sitting back down on the towel, Karen resumed eating her own dinner,
occasionally glancing over to see if Heather needed a mouthful inspected.
Continuing to peck at her meal, Karen began to pay somewhat less attention to
the child.
Sighing wearily, Heather opened her mouth again for Karen, who again silently
nodded her approval. Once more she started to swallow, and once more her stomach
received another batch of thoroughly masticated shit. Her tummy now contained an
increasing amount of shit, and since the excrement was so well chewed, it became
soup in the belly of the poor little girl.
On and on Heather took one forkful after another of her 'meal', chewing it into
a fine paste and covering every inch of her mouth with it. Each time she looked
to Karen, the woman would nod, although as her dinner progressed she noticed
that Karen had a bit of a smug smile on her face. That was of no consequence
though, as she was thoroughly defeated and resigned to her fate. With each
mouthful of shit she ate, she became more aware of just how Karen wanted to use
her. She had never, in her wildest imagination, dreamed that this was what Karen
wanted her to do. To be honest she wasn't sure if she wanted to stay here if she
had known this, but it was all too late. Every now and then, she would take a
small sip of water and each time she did she would leave a bigger brown stain on
the glass where her lips touched it. Soon it was empty with many more bites to
go. She was well in over her head, and her bare foot would occasionally test the
strength of the knot in the tights used to keep her from running away.
Karen had finished her meal long before Heather came down to the last bite on
her plate. This gave her the chance to stare lovingly at the girl as she ate.
While she looked positively ill, she also looked positively beautiful. Her lips
were now completely brown, and her ivory teeth could barely be seen from
underneath the layers of shit in her mouth. She was trying to decide how to
finish this, when it hit her.
With Heather now showing her last mouthful, and a somewhat large mouthful at
that, Karen decided she wanted to see how long she could stretch this out. She
did what she felt would help the girl get used to having shit in her mouth.
"Darling? I want you to keep that in your mouth for now please. Go ahead and
close your mouth, but don't swallow. What I want you to do is just let it soak
there for a while, while we go and watch television. Now if you need to swallow
your saliva that's OK, just don't try swallowing anything else. Let it fade away
naturally, OK dear?"
With her mouth still open, Heather was dumbfounded by what she just heard. How
could she expect her to keep this revolting substance in her mouth like this?
Did the woman really want to torment her in this way? Closing her mouth with a
sad frown on her face, she wept quietly as Karen cleared the dishes from the
table. Once the dishes were in the dishwasher, Karen returned to undo the knot
that had secured her to the table.
"That's a good girl, up you go." Karen lovingly sang as she stroked the child's
hair. "You come sit and watch television with me, and just let it soak in your
mouth until you swallow it naturally, OK dear?" she said as she blew out the two
candles on the table. "Try and push it into your cheeks so you won't be tempted
to swallow it."
Without turning to face Karen, Heather just nodded her face and wiped away some
of her tears with the back of her hand. Using her tongue, she followed Karen's
order and pushed the tepid mud into the area between her cheeks and gums.
Karen sat down on the couch, and then swung her legs up onto the cushions. "Come
sit between my legs dear." Karen instructed. The girl complied and soon they
were both seated and watching television. Karen loosely wrapped her arms around
Heather and let them rest on her distended stomach. While she could smell the
shit each time Heather exhaled through her nose, it was a small price to pay to
revel in what the girl was enduring.
For her part, the five-year-old never tried to speed the cleansing of her mouth.
While Karen did see the girl occasionally swallow and grimace, each time Heather
did Karen felt like she was having a small orgasm. She smiled at herself for
bringing the towel with her, since she planned on sitting for some time with the
young girl as the shit that lingered in her brown mouth became one with her
body.
It was after watching a movie, two hours later, when Karen finally decided to
check on the girl's progress. "OK honey, open up and let's see your potty
mouth."
Heather meekly rolled her head backwards towards the woman and opened her mouth.
She could still taste the shit, which despite her saliva washing much away, was
still quite strong.
When the girl turned her head up, Karen recoiled slightly from the smell. "I see
you've been a good girl and kept your mouth nice and brown for mommy," she said
as she used a free hand to close the girl's mouth and turn her head away. "You
can either go to bed now, without rinsing your mouth, or you can be my potty and
rinse your mouth with my pee. What would you like?" By offering the girl the
choice of two equally unpalatable tasks, she was covertly making the girl
consciously choose one. These small gains would reap dividends over time.
Heather pondered her choices. While she didn't relish either one, she certainly
didn't want this taste in her mouth all night. "Can I be your potty?" she said
in a muffled voice, since her mouth was still coated in crap.
"Of course dear. You can always be my potty. On your knees..."
Heather quickly rose from the couch and knelt on the floor in front of the
woman. She was desperate to get this taste out of her mouth, even with pee.
With a smile, Karen swung her legs down to straddle the young girl, as she
pulled up her dress and slid her buttocks closer to the edge of the cushion.
Once in position she stood up, towering over Heather. "Since your mouth is still
dirty, keep a couple inches away. Now open your mouth and stay still."
Heather nodded, then leaning her head back opened her mouth as instructed.
With her target in sight, Karen steadied her aim with a few inches separating
her and the small mouth. With expert precision, she began to urinate, sending a
perfect stream into the girl's mouth. As the urine hissed, she watched as the
color instantly turned brown as it arrived in Heather's mouth. Almost as fast as
it started, she stopped so she wouldn't overflow.
"OK, rinse your mouth. Count to five and then flush."
With her mouth closed, she began to rinse the putrid matter that remained
inside. While the urine was bitter, it was still better than sleeping with the
taste of poo in her mouth. After counting to five she started swallowing, each
time grimacing as she did.
"Good potty, again." Karen instructed. The young girl reopened her mouth, and
Karen promptly filled it. She did this three times, and then since she was
getting tired from standing in this crouch, she decided to finish in one stream.
"Now that your mouth is clean you can drink the rest," she said as she pulled
the young girl's head in tight.
As soon as Heather placed her mouth onto Karen's pussy, she was rewarded with a
steady steam of urine. Since she had already taken a few mouthfuls, it didn't
seem to come as fast as she expected.
With her bladder empty, Karen straightened up and stepped away from the girl.
"OK, get changed for bed and I'll be up shortly for a kiss goodnight."
As the girl made her way to bed, Karen headed to her bedroom to change into her
nightgown. Stripping naked, she slipped the silky pink garment over her head,
and then she walked to Heather's bedroom so she could collect her kiss.
Heather was already changed and in bed when Karen walked in, although the look
on her face showed that she knew what was to come. Looking up she saw Karen
smiling down at her, at the same time as she was pulling up the hem of her
nightgown.
"Now about that goodnight kiss..." Karen said as she kicked off her slippers and
stepped up onto the child's bed. The bedspring groaned under the added weight as
she jockeyed for position and lifted the hem of her nightgown. With her target
in sight, Karen dropped to her knees over Heather's head. Reaching her right
hand between her legs, she lewdly spread her lips as she wordlessly sank down
onto the five-year-old's face.
"Mmmmfff!" Heather whimpered as she felt the weight of the woman press down on
her face. Her nose and mouth were buried between the fleshy folds of Karen's
pussy, which was already slick with fluid.
"Now be a good girl and scratch mommy's itch. I'll need lots of scratching
tonight." Karen announced as she pulled her hand away from her vagina. Since the
girl hadn't begun her task, she added, "I don't feel your tongue dear, don't
make me tell you again." As she felt the girl's small tongue snake out and begin
to lick the inner folds of her cunt, she sighed. "That's better. You keep
licking until I tell you to stop." Closing her eyes, she started to rock herself
gently down onto the young child's face.
These were the times Karen enjoyed the most, when she was totally able to give
herself over to pleasure. Nothing mattered other than reaching orgasm. As she
flexed her pelvis back and forth, the young girl attempted to keep licking.
Karen used her little button nose to masturbate on, and every time Heather's
nose rubbed against her clit it was like a spark went off in her head. It was a
spark that would fire hundreds of times over the next few hours before Karen
finally had to rest.
* * * * *
The next morning, after walking into the kitchen, Karen took a few moments to
tidy up some dishes in the sink from breakfast. Then she looked in fridge to see
what she was going to make for dinner. It was at this point that she heard a
noise coming from the front of the apartment. It was the bathroom door! She had
been waiting for the girl to finish in the bathroom. Although she didn't plan on
using the bathroom itself.
Quickly she began to walk in that direction. Turning the corner into the main
hall, she paused briefly to get her panties low enough below her hips so that
they would fall off as she walked. With the panties on the floor behind her, she
stepped out of her mules as she continued her brisk walk down the corridor in
bare feet, towards the object of her desire.
Heather had just left the bathroom, and had turned around to finish closing the
door. She was caught by surprise as a hand grabbed her, spinning her around.
Karen grabbed the girl and without a word pushed Heather to her knees.
As Heather fell onto her knees, she saw Karen's long skirt of as it was pulled
up in front of her, and in moments she found herself looking face first at the
saggy lips of the woman's vagina. Feeling two hands on the back of her head, she
saw the dripping cunt as it was shoved into her face. That view would be
short-lived, as the skirt that was lifted up had been released, trapping her
beneath it and making it dark and hard to see.
Once she made contact with the child's lips, Karen let out a sigh and then
lifted her right leg and wrapped it around back of the girl on the floor in
front of her. With Heather's mouth in position, Karen did what she was dying to
do, as she started to piss in the young girl's mouth.
Caught by surprise the girl let out a muffled, "Noooffff" as her mouth quickly
filled with the salty beverage. Knowing better than to make a mess on her
clothes, she quickly began to swallow as the bitter fluid rushed across her
tongue on the way to her stomach.
"Shhh!" Karen shushed the girl briskly as if she was in a library. Not wanting
to waste this glorious feeling, she tried to keep her flow to a minimum as she
listened to the labored swallows of the girl on the floor in front of her. Up to
this point, she had not said a word to the child, instead letting her bladder do
all the talking. She had been holding herself from going for the latter part of
the afternoon so she could have a nice long piss, and she didn't want to waste
any time delaying it by telling the girl to do what she would be doing anyway.
What was the point?
With a vice-like grip, Karen kept the girl's mouth firmly pressed against her
urethral opening as she let out a gentle sigh. She had released enough pressure
on her bladder to feel relaxed, and so it was just a matter of waiting until it
was empty. The room was quiet except for the sound her occasional sighs and of
the young girl gulping. Taking one hand off the girl's head below her, she
raised her wrist to check the time. She made a mental note that she needed to
put the dinner in the oven shortly. Soon her task was complete; her urine was
now sitting in the stomach of Heather, while the young girl licked away the
remaining drops.
Although Heather was caught off guard, she did what she had been taught to do
and drank down Karen's piss without spilling it. She had begun to start licking
Karen's pussy, but Karen just unlocked her leg from behind her and nonchalantly
walked away, as the skirt pulled itself off her head.
Leaving the girl kneeling on the floor with a few drops of piss on her face,
Karen strode away feeling much more relaxed without a full bladder pressuring
her. Walking back towards the kitchen she slipped back on her mules and then
bent to collect her panties on the way. Yes, she felt much better indeed.
It was a couple weeks before Karen decided to brown the five-year-old's mouth
again. She wanted to make sure that the girl wouldn't reject her offerings, so
she decided not to rush. This time though she didn't want to hide the fact of
what she was doing from the girl. She needed to know that meals of shit were to
become commonplace for her. It was no surprise that after she told the girl what
her dinner would be, she was resistant.
"But I don't want to eat poo, can't I have real food?"
"This is real food, it's just food that mommy has eaten first. Do you remember
the spaghetti we had three days ago?"
"Yeah..."
"Well that's what you'll be eating today. Think of it as mommy's special left-overs."
The child sat brooding, clearly not willing to go though with it.
"OK then. If you won't eat my dinner, then you won't get anything to eat until
you do. When you're ready to eat what I give you, come tell me. Until then you
can go watch television before it's time for bed."
Heather pouted and walked slowly into the living room, and then sat down to
watch television.
Karen's intestines were rumbling, and while she hated to suppress her urge, she
didn't want to 'waste' this meal. No, she wanted it to be an even larger one
once Heather was ready to eat. The girl would soon learn to eat what she was
told to eat, or she would pay the price. Did she feel a twinge of guilt? Of
course she did. No human being could not feel some guilt when denying a child
food. However, for Karen, her desire to turn this girl into her toilet was far
stronger than any maternal instinct.
* * * * *
The following morning Karen was cooking up bacon and eggs, filling the house
with the smell of vegetarian bacon.
Heather walked into the kitchen. "Can I have some cereal?" she asked, forgetting
what she was told the day before.
"No dear, you know what I told you. Until you are ready to eat what I give you,
no more food, only water."
"But I don't like it." Heather replied.
"You don't have to like it, you just have to eat it," she replied coldly.
Again Heather silently left the room with a pout.
Karen smiled to herself knowing it would only be a matter of time. Sooner or
later hunger would win out, and when it did, the girl would get all the 'food'
she could handle.
It wasn't until lunch when hunger finally forced Heather to act.
"If I eat it, can I have real food after?" she asked, clearly having second
thoughts about her objections.
"Once you eat my food you won't have room in your tummy for any other food right
away. However, I promise that once you eat everything I have inside of me, I'll
make you whatever you want once you are hungry again. OK?"
Heather sat pondering her options. The hunger pains had grown stronger, and it
was quickly winning her over.
"Well?" Karen asked politely, desperately wanting to empty her bowels.
"OK." the young girl said meekly.
"OK what?"
"OK I'll eat it."
"I need to hear you say it. Ask me to eat my poo."
"Can I eat your poo please mommy?"
"That's a good girl! Of course you can." Karen chirped in a positive tone,
trying to lighten the mood. "Let me get you a drink of juice, you wait here."
Walking into the kitchen where her medical bag was, she prepared the special
glass of apple juice for the child. It wasn't reasonable to expect the girl to
keep a meal of shit down on her own, so this would become standard practice for
Karen to keep her toilet working properly.
Heather watched the kitchen and saw Karen come back out with the glass of juice.
Once close enough, the cup was handed to her.
"Go ahead and drink your juice honey." Karen instructed as she watched the girl
down the mixture. "OK, you go watch television while I get things ready."
Heather silently walked away, although she was still fearful of what was in
store for her.
Karen went to the washroom, then once inside she opened the linen closet and
grabbed a few towels. She laid a large bath towel on the floor, and then a
folded regular towel on top of it. The last item she needed was a hemorrhoid
pillow with a small hole. She wasn't very familiar with efficient ways of doing
this kind of thing 'directly', so she figured this pillow would make a perfect
spot for the young girl to lay her head in. It would allow Karen the ability to
put her weight on Heather's face without worry she would hurt her head on the
hard floor. In future, she would need to devise another way, but for now this
would suffice. After a half hour, she walked back to the living room. "Heather?
It's time dear."
The young girl looked up from her seated position on the floor, knowing what
this meant. She got up and followed Karen.
"Come with me please." Karen instructed as she walked towards the bathroom. Once
there she asked, "Do you have to go potty first?"
Heather silently nodded
"OK, hurry up then." After Heather had drained her bladder, Karen was ready to
continue. "Let's get your clothes off now; we don't want them getting dirty."
She assisted the child, and soon her clothes were sitting nicely folded on the
top of the hamper. "Lay down here honey," Karen said as she pointed to the
towels and pillow on the floor, "now lay your head on this pillow. That's a
girl. No, no, put your head in the center where the hole is. That's it."
Heather did as Karen instructed, wondering how this was going to play out. She
didn't have to wonder for long.
"Now pay attention dear. You are going to be my potty, and so just like this
potty," Karen said as she gestured to the porcelain fixture beside her, "I'm
going to sit on it and give it my poo. Do you understand?"
Heather nodded meekly with a defeated look on her face.
"Good girl. Now remember to chew before you swallow."
"OK."
"Then slide it right into your beautiful little tummy."
Heather nodded silently.
"Such a good little potty. Now open wide for mommy." Karen instructed as she
stood astride the girl's face and lowered herself down onto the wide-open mouth,
facing Heather's feet. "Ahhh..." she uncontrollably sighed as she made contact.
Heather whimpered as the woman's round globes settled down upon her upturned
face. Once settled, she felt her mommy lift her small hands up onto her torso.
Then she pressed them down flat so that she could no longer move them.
Karen's hands were keeping the five-year-old's hands firmly in place, as the ass
on the child's mouth prevented her head from moving. "Just relax... Here it
comes honey." With little fanfare, her bowels began to move. The first thing to
exit her bowels was some gas, which was quickly passed into the girl's mouth and
then her lungs. Karen heard the girl whimper as she struggled to swallow the
noxious fumes. With another small push, more gas was released, and the girl
again inhaled Karen's foul methane gas. Soon she felt her anus being pressed
open by the disturbing material within, which had only one place to go.
Almost immediately, as the shit entered her mouth, Heather began to gag
instinctively. Her attempt to extract her hands out from under Karen's grip was
met with a tightened hold. The pillow her head was on, coupled with the weight
on her face, made turning her head impossible. She kicked her bare feet wildly
as she tried to escape from this foul substance, but the woman on top of her was
having none of it.
"Settle down and stop your fussing," she said with authority in a loud voice.
Karen stopped pushing out her crap to allow the girl time to chew what she had
in her mouth. At this moment, Karen had a flashback. She was thinking back to
when she first met the girl in her shop and when the girl asked to go 'potty'
she imagined sitting on the girl's face and shitting in her mouth. Now she was
actually living that dream, even though she never expected that it would happen.
After getting over the initial shock to her taste buds, Heather began to chew
the revolting meal. Once she had mashed it up, she began to force the vile
substance down her throat. While her body was rebelling, she was able to
overcome its objections, albeit barely. At least this time she wasn't being
forced to spread it around her mouth like she did before.
Seeing and hearing the noisy swallow from the girl below, Karen heaped praise on
the unfortunate five-year-old. "Very good! Keep going honey..." As the girl
pushed the waste into her tummy, Karen watched the child's bare feet as they
continued to writhe weakly on the floor. It was quickly becoming clear to the
girl beneath her that there was no escape now. With the lurching and heaving at
an end, Karen let out a gentle sigh and began to push again. As more of her
bitter chocolate descended into the small girl's mouth, the heaving began again.
Heather whimpered again as she felt her mouth filling with more of this
disgusting 'food', and she began to regret not holding out longer. She balled
her hands into fists while Karen force-fed this second mouthful, and soon she
felt it break off in her mouth.
"Chew it up and flush for mommy." Karen chirped happily as she again felt the
child begin to chew. The woman was beginning to feel a fire build inside her
loins as she began to leak fluid down past her perineum and onto the girl's
chin. A smug smile crept over her face as she looked down at the captive child
below her. Closing her eyes, she imagined that this was 'his' daughter. She
never thought she would ever get this chance, yet here she was.
She wanted so badly to feel like she was exacting some kind of revenge on the
man who killed her family. While the girl she was sitting on had nothing to do
with the accident, that didn't matter. Heather had become that girl in her mind,
and the darkness inside her had enabled Karen to enjoy using the mouth of this
girl as her toilet.
All of a sudden, the mouthful of crap that Heather was attempting to push down
her throat came rushing back up. The bile and acid that was mixed with Karen's
fecal matter stung her throat, but her struggles were met with more pressure on
her head and hands to hold her in place. Fighting the urge to heave again, she
valiantly began to swallow down the tepid stew.
Karen saw the girl's stomach as she heaved, and she felt the pressure on her ass
as the girl threw-up. She relaxed her ankles to transfer her full weight onto
Heather's face and leaned her body back. The young girl's head would be forced
to stay in place and the horrid mixture would have nowhere to go but back down.
Despite the writhing of the young girl's body, Karen was able to hold onto the
girl's hands as she pressed them down onto her heaving chest. "Com'on dear,
swallow it back down. I have plenty more."
With her mouth clear, Heather took some deep breaths through her nose to try and
help her cope with this event. Her throat still stung from the stomach acid that
had recently passed through it, and while her stomach was still heaving, she was
almost back under control. Just as she was thinking about this, the anus on her
mouth twitched open again, and more of the bitter offering was forcing her lips
open. She moaned, but to no avail as the lumpy log bullied its way into her
mouth.
"That's right..." Karen crooned as she squeezed her ass to break off yet another
mouthful for the convulsing child below, "don't try to fight it." Again she
could feel the girl's jaw as it began to masticate the revolting substance
inside it. For Karen it was almost as if her head was in the clouds. The act of
treating the child in this way had taken on a life of its own. Not only was she
reveling in her twisted form of revenge, she was also becoming sexually aroused
by this act. Her daydreaming had distracted her from the task at hand, and when
she regained her focus, she noticed the girl wasn't chewing or swallowing.
With her eyes bulging, Heather was beyond panic. She was being forced to eat
more poo, and it tasted awful. After swallowing her last mouthful, there didn't
seem to be any more. Thinking this horrid task was at an end she began to relax
slightly, wondering when Karen would get off her.
"Oh I'm sorry dear, I wasn't paying attention." Karen announced apologetically
as she put pressure on her bowels once again.
Just when she thought it was over, Heather felt the telltale pout of the woman's
rosebud as it opened once again. This time the poo was softer, and it came out
with the texture of oatmeal. "Mmmmfff!" she moaned again, hoping for a reprieve
that she wouldn't receive.
"More poo for potty." Karen sang as she felt the sludge exit her behind. Since
she figured this texture of shit would be easier to swallow, she decided to
relax and just allow it to ooze out continuously. Aside from the occasional
retch, the girl was so much in shock that Karen didn't think she had time to
really panic about it all. She seemed to be swallowing instinctively.
With poo flowing freely into her mouth, Heather's mind switched into survival
mode. She knew she had to swallow this filth, so she just gulped it down as fast
as she possibly could.
Karen found herself, for a brief moment, forgetting what she was sitting on.
Since she had completely relaxed her bowels now, she had forgotten that it was a
five-year-old girl, and not a toilet bowl, that she was shitting into. She was
amazed at how this was progressing.
The young girl again kept swallowing the crap in her mouth, but she was fighting
a losing battle. The speed of the vile substance being oozed into her mouth was
more than she could take. Combined with the taste, she couldn't hold it down any
longer. For a second time, the stew in her stomach came rushing back up, and
this time the pressure was such that it began to spew from her nose.
While Karen had felt the heave, it wasn't until she felt the spray on her
buttocks that she knew that she wouldn't be able to push the girl any further
without risking her safety. She was many things, but she certainly wasn't a
sadist. There would be another time. Quickly standing up, she lifted the girl
over to the nearby toilet and once she had Heather's head near enough, the child
heaved again and poured her brown stomach soup into the toilet bowl as Karen
held her hair.
Heather started to cry quietly as she heaved repeatedly and threw back up the
crap she had swallowed. Once she had spit it all up, she sniffled, believing
that she still wouldn't be given anything to eat. "I'm sorry! I tried, really I
did!" she said before breaking into sobs.
"OK now, no need to cry." Karen replied as she rubbed the girl's back. You gave
it a good try and you'll do better next time. When you feel better I'll fix you
something else to eat, OK?"
Heather sniffled as she fought back more tears, and then nodded in
acknowledgment as brown rivulets of bile trickled down to her chin.
"Here, wipe your mouth." Karen handed some toilet paper to the girl.
Heather wiped her mouth, and then tossed the paper into the bowl.
"I still need your tongue for toilet paper." Karen said matter-of-factly as she
turned around to present her brown stained buttocks to the girl.
While Heather still felt ill, she complied without complaint.
As Karen stood in place, she felt the five-year-old licking her ass clean.
Despite what she had gone through, Heather still knew her place. Helping the
child to her feet, she walked her right into the bathtub. "You go ahead and get
in the bath."
The girl nodded again.
Karen put the stopper in the tub, and then said, "Before I turn on the water,
sit down so I can rinse your face and hair." As she watched the child comply,
she added, "Move closer to the side of the tub dear." With the child in place,
she lifted one foot and put it on the edge of the bathtub. "OK, tilt your head
back, close your eyes and open your mouth like a good girl."
Without warning, Karen released her bladder into the face of the five-year-old
girl. Although she flinched, Heather didn't move. Karen's first task was to fill
the girl's mouth with her piss. Once done she flexed her pelvis and directed the
stream further up on the child's face. Urine cascaded down into the blond hair,
soaking it thoroughly. As Karen's stream sputtered to an end, Heather's chest
was the last to receive a dousing of urine. With Heather sitting with a mouthful
of urine Karen said, "Swallow."
The five-year-old complied.
"All done. You can open your eyes now."
Heather opened her eyes, although she immediately closed and wiped them before
opening them again.
"I want you to use the pee in the bottom of the tub and wet down all of your
body. Once you've done that, use your hair to soak up the rest. If there is any
left, lick it up. Understood?" Karen instructed in dominating tone.
Heather nodded.
"Good, you get to work while I clean up the bathroom." Karen began to clean up
the puke in the washroom as the young girl did as she was told. While Karen was
a bit disappointed at Heather not holding it all down, she was still buzzing
from the event. Despite it being cut short, she was able to shit almost all of
her load into the girl's mouth and have her swallow. It was the most vile and
depraved thing she could think of, and she was able to do it to this girl. To
top it off, the girl was now bathing in her piss.
"Mommy?"
"Yes dear?"
"I can't see to get my hair wet."
"Just lay down on your back honey, and your hair will do the rest."
Heather found it awkward, but nevertheless she laid herself down over the small
puddle of piss that remained over the plug in the tub. Moving her head from side
to side, she could feel her hair soaking up the woman's urine.
"There you go, that's a good girl." Karen remarked as she saw the piss get
sopped up by Heather's hair. Turning back to her task, she continued to clean up
the floor near the toilet where the girl had missed the toilet. A dirty job, but
it was a great feeling to shit in the little girl's mouth. As she thought this,
she could hear the child slurping in the tub. It would seem her hair was unable
to hold it all. While having her do this was a spur of the moment decision, she
reveled in the way she was able to manipulate the girl. As much as she would
have loved to have the girl wear his piss all day, she knew it would irritate
her skin. Once the sounds of slurping had ended, she poured the girl a nice
bath.
The following day, Karen was sitting in her office as the clock ticked away. She
had a lost look on her face, but from a distance, no one would see anything
amiss. However what they couldn't see was the young girl under the desk with her
head between the woman's legs, lapping away. Letting out a long blissful sigh,
Karen relaxed back in her chair. Then reaching down with one hand, she began to
twirl one of Heather's curls around her fingers. Since it was almost closing
time, she didn't expect to see any more customers for the day, but she didn't
want to close early. So instead, she relaxed and enjoyed the oral pleasures of
the girl on her knees below. While she had a few small orgasms already, at this
point she was more just enjoying the attention.
"More tongue honey, remember like I taught you."
"My mouth is tired," came a quiet voice from under her skirt.
"I know sweetheart, but the store closes in fifteen minutes, so just keep going
and then we can go upstairs for dinner." Karen said as she reached down and
gently but firmly pressed the girl's face back into her sopping quim. "Make sure
to lick up all my juices, I don't want to leave a mess on the chair."
Heather let out a feeble whimper as she found her face again pressed against the
hairy vagina, which was constantly weeping discharge into her mouth. Having been
on the floor for almost an hour, she was very tired, but knowing that she would
be allowed to get up soon gave her energy to continue. Following the
instructions given, she endeavored to suck up as much of the woman's fluids as
possible.
"That's a good girl. You just keep that up and you'll be done in no time."
As Heather languidly lapped away, Karen found herself mentally pondering her
actions, "If I were a man, would the mother have left her child alone with me
after only meeting me that day? Would she have let her child stay over at my
house if I was a man living alone? Of course not."
Karen's thoughts were interrupted by the call of nature. While she preferred to
do it after dinner - so it wouldn't upset the girl's meal - when nature calls
you have to answer. Although she was tempted to warn the girl, she was too
relaxed to bother. Shifting position, Karen wrapped her left leg around the back
of Heather's head, and then grabbed her left ankle with her right hand to pull
the girl's head in tighter. After reaching her other hand down to hold Heather's
head in place, she began to piss into the girl's mouth.
"Mmmmmffff!" the girl protested as she struggled mildly.
"Shush!" Karen chided her, "I'm just going potty," she added, as if this was the
most natural thing in the world. "Now don't spill...," she added curtly as her
piss continued to leak into the little girl's mouth.
As her urine gently flowed, she continued to let her thoughts muse, "Thanks to
society, I'm able have my way with Heather, molesting her in ways that would
give her mother nightmares. I really owe society's double standards a debt of
gratitude, since I could never have done this otherwise. While people are busy
treating every man as a potential pedophile, women like me have free reign to do
as we please. So while her mother is off at work, I sit at home using her
daughter as a urinal."
Although Heather was caught off guard by the sudden inrush of pee in her mouth,
she quickly was able to start swallowing so she didn't become overwhelmed. It
was a small mercy for her that Karen took her time to pee, which made it easier
on her to drink it.
With the child resigned to her fate, Karen took her hand off the girl's head.
She relaxed and again leaned back in her chair, enjoying this unprompted
bathroom break as she sat looking out the front window of the store. She
pondered that no one would ever suspect she was in fact pissing into the mouth
of a young girl right there in front of them. Clenching her buttocks, she gave
the girl the last few spurts. "Wipe." she coldly announced, and upon feeling the
girl begin that task, she relaxed her grip.
Letting her mind wander again, Karen began to ponder how she had a different
view of others now. When she saw other women with children, she found herself
examining the pair closely to see if she could detect what she was feeling. It
wasn't that she was looking for company; it was more wondering if there were
other women of 'like mind' out there. Of course, as to be expected, she never
did run into anyone in her town that she would think shared her 'unique'
desires. It's not as if she could broadcast it either.
* * * * *
That night, she called Heather into the dining room. "Sit still for a moment, I
need to measure you."
"What for?" she asked as the woman wrapped a fabric tape measure around her head
in various ways.
"It's a surprise. I'll show it to you later. You go ahead and play now."
After Heather ran off, Karen took the measurements and started to work out how
she was going to make a bridle to fit the young girl's head. She had already
decided that Heather would have one circular strap around her forehead, across
the top of her ears with a buckle off to one side. The other circular strap
would go around her throat, again with a buckle off to one side, but loose
enough so there would be no risk to her breathing. The pulling would always come
from the back of the head, which would put pressure on the back of the neck, not
the front.
Riveted at the back would be a thick strap that joined the two circular straps,
thus keeping the top strap from slipping off her head. There would also be two
other riveted straps connecting the two circular straps together, running from
the temples, in front of the ears, and down to the neck. At the points where the
side strap meets the upper and lower straps, she would also rivet a small steel
loop. From here, she planned to take a short strap, which would run around the
back of her head and be riveted to the rear strap, and the two side straps. Here
too would be a small loop at the front.
Despite all this, she wasn't planning on treating Heather like a horse. This
contraption was primarily so she could have more control over Heather's head.
The other reason for this bridle was to try something else. This is where some
other leather pieces would come into place, as she would fashion a kind of belt.
It had straps that went between her legs, and up the backs of her buttocks. At
points near her vagina were a couple clips she could use to clip onto the rings
on the bridle. There were similar clips on the rear at her buttocks as well.
What she planned on doing was clipping her loose belt onto the bridle, and then
putting the belt on her waist - with the young girl attached. The end result
would be a nice snug fit, with Heather's mouth firmly secured to her pussy or
her ass. Then she would relax and just enjoy the feeling of the girl becoming a
slave to her holes. It would become Heather's whole world. She wondered if she
could even sleep with it on.
Enough daydreaming though. Karen took her hammer, rivet setter and hole punch
off the desk and took it to the table where she had her leather straps. It had
been a while since she had done any leather working, but she was confident that
she would manage.
* * * * *
"It's time for some exercises dear. I like doing yoga, and I want you to do it
with me."
"What's yoga?" Heather asked, unfamiliar with the term.
"It's basically stretching exercises, but you stay very still and relax. I have
something to help you stay still." Karen said as she lifted up the head harness.
"Don't worry, this won't hurt a bit," she added as she fitted the bridle onto
her young head. 'Oh my God, this is perfect!' she thought as she witnessed the
result. Heather's head was firmly secured, but not in a way that would be
painful to the child. Karen's decision to glue felt onto the inside of the
leather straps was wise, since she could imagine wanting to have the girl wear
this for long periods of time.
"I don't like this..." Heather whined. She saw all the straps and started to get
scared.
"Oh don't be silly, it won't hurt you." Karen said in a disarming fashion.
"Look..." she added as she stepped away.
Heather stood with a pout on her face, but accepted that this device wasn't
painful. It wasn't really something she wanted to wear, but it didn't hurt her,
at least not yet.
"Enough with your sad face, we have yoga to do. Now before we start, it's very
important that you remember to be very still. Yoga is about being calm and
relaxed, so I need to put you into different poses. You need to just relax and
stay very still until I move again. Understood?"
The young girl nodded meekly, with her eyes downcast.
"Good. Let me just get things ready." Karen moved the coffee table out of the
way, clearing a large section of the carpeted floor for her to use. She then
stepped out of her shoes and pushed them under the front of the couch. Lastly,
she pushed down her pants and panties in a smooth motion. She wouldn't be
needing those for the near future. "Now remember Heather, I want to feel your
tongue out at all times. You don't need to move your head at all; just keep that
pretty mouth and tongue of yours working on my holes."
Heather watched as Karen walked over to her, attaching an additional set of
straps onto the front of the thing she was wearing on her head. These straps
hung loosely as they were being attached.
"OK, now get your face where it belongs." Karen said sweetly as she gently
pulled the girl's head to the junction between her buttocks. Once there she
began the awkward process of attaching the device to her waist. While she had
tested the harness out, she had never tried it with the girl attached, so it was
a bit clunky the first time. After fussing about, she finally had the five-year-old's
mouth tightly secured against her anus. Letting out a sigh of relief, she looked
behind at the sight before her. All she could see was the back of the girl's
head. However, she could feel the girl as she exhaled though her nose.
It quickly became clear to Heather what this contraption was for, when she found
her face pressed into the fleshy cheeks of the woman standing before her. She
waited to see what would happen next.
"Now I want to you hold on to me while I move into position, OK honey?" Karen
asked. Without waiting for a response, she shuffled towards an open area of the
carpeted floor. Once in place she announced, "Remember, keep your body still and
lick and suck gently until I tell you to stop."
While initially discomforted by the harness, she was not as bothered by this as
she thought she would be. She had licked Karen many times since being trained to
please her, so this wasn't too much different. As time passed, Heather actually
started to become relaxed, putting everything else out of her head.
Feeling the girl begin her task, she began hers, starting with a tree pose.
Closing her eyes and relaxing her breathing, Karen sunk into a wonderful place
in her mind. The combination of relaxation and sexual pleasure, while seemingly
diametrically opposed, actually complimented one another. It was almost like
combining sweet and salty. 'I wonder if this is what Kama Sutra sex is like' she
mused.
From here, she went into a downward dog followed by an uttanasana, which is a
standing forward bend. These were enjoyable because of how the straps pressed
the child's mouth deeper up her dark crevice. They also caused her to release
some gas into the little girl's mouth.
From here, she carefully went to her hands and knees for more poses. The table,
cat and cow were nice to start, and then she followed it with the caterpillar -
although she spread her legs so the five-year-old could fit between them.
As she progressed through the poses, the girl stayed attached to her ass the
entire time. However, it was now time to attach the girl to her cunt for some
pussy worship. After undoing the straps around her waist, she turned around and
quickly fastened the girl back to her body. She didn't want the girl to become
accustomed to not servicing her body. With Heather in place, it was time for
more postures.
Karen decided to continue with a tree pose. This particular pose involved
placing her hands flat together, like praying, then standing on her left leg and
lifting her right foot up so it sat on the top of her left thigh. With Heather
involved, this pose was a bit awkward. When she finished it, her right heel was
pressing against the back of the girl's head, which pressed her face even deeper
into her dripping wet cunt.
Throughout the entire time, not once did the child complain. Although it's not
like she could have spoken, but even still, she stayed completely quiet, and
Karen was happy about that. Moving through some of the warrior poses, her juices
began to flow, but she tried not to let that distract her. Finally, she decided
to end with the plough pose, which let her watch the girl as she worked.
After having spent enough time on her poses, she wanted to end as she usually
did, with the savasana pose. Also known as the corpse pose, it was simple yet
complex. The body position is laying on one's back with arms and legs stretched
out and relaxed. What is complex about it is being able to relax oneself
totally. Karen did this pose after every one of her yoga sessions, but this was
going to be somewhat different given the young mouth attached to her cunt.
"OK honey, this is the last one. I'm going to lie down on my back, you follow me
down." Karen carefully lay down, with Heather following, until Karen was flat on
her back and Heather was on her stomach. "Lay down flat dear, and put your arms
down at your sides. This pose is to relax, so I'm going to stay this way for a
long time. You keep licking, and if you get tired you can take a short break and
then start again when you are able to."
While Heather had expected this wouldn't be over yet, she couldn't help but
wonder how long this would last. Regardless, she did as asked and continued to
gently nurse on Karen's clit.
"Mmmmmm... That's nice darling. Keep doing that while I close my eyes and
unwind." With that final reminder, Karen closed her eyes and started to relax.
The gentle attention being paid to her clit was taking her on a long slow climb
to a modest orgasm. It was a small one, and it hit her like a small wave. She
uncontrollably let out a small contented sigh, then took a deep breath and
relaxed again. The young girl had Karen started on another wave. While the girl
did take occasional breaks, she seemed to sense when an orgasm was approaching
and kept going until it passed. Over the course of an hour Karen just relaxed
and let the waves wash upon her like the ocean laps against the shore. With each
wave, Karen's pussy rewarded the five-year-old with more of her spendings, which
were quickly swallowed.
Karen was in sexual bliss, totally oblivious to everything outside her mind.
Even the young girl didn't exist to her at this point. She had never achieved
such a deep meditative state before, especially not in a manner such as this. As
much as she didn't want this to end, it was getting late and she needed to start
dinner. There was only one thing left to do, something that would make this
perfect hour complete. With expert precision, Karen allowed her bladder to relax
ever so gently, and her urine began to seep slowly out of her body.
Heather felt the change in the taste of the fluids, and she knew it was pee.
However since it came out so slowly, she wasn't caught off guard. In fact, it
was only coming out in a gradual trickle. She had expected that Karen would want
to potty in her mouth at some point, so she offered no resistance and made no
sounds. Even her swallows were shallow and silent.
Over the next five minutes, Karen slowly leaked her urine into the mouth of the
five-year-old girl, whose head remained restrained. Those restraints didn't
concern Karen though. She had enjoyed this so much that she knew she would be
using them on a regular basis. While an aggressive, face-riding orgasm never
lost its appeal, Karen found herself very much pleased by how this all worked
out. When she had finished giving Heather a nice warm stomach-full of urine, she
relaxed for roughly ten minutes to bask in the serenity she was feeling at that
moment. Her life felt complete. She felt whole again.
Slowly sitting up, Karen announced "Wipe." in a casual manner. The girl obeyed
and licked Karen's pussy clean. Releasing a final gentle sigh, Karen felt more
relaxed than she had been in some time. She did yoga on a regular basis, but
never had she reached a mental state as relaxed as she had today. With the
girl's task complete, Karen undid the straps on her belt and deftly lifted
herself up and away from the exhausted five-year-old. "Sit up and I'll take that
off." She instructed, and when the girl complied, Karen proceeded to remove the
bridle from the girl's head. Seeing that Heather's face was covered in a sheen
of pussy juice, she added, "You can watch television until dinner is ready."
"My face is all sticky." Heather remarked as she felt the dampness on her skin.
"I know honey, but I don't want you to wipe it off since it makes you look so
pretty, OK?"
It was Monday, and since the store was closed, she decided to see if the young
girl wanted to see a movie.
"Heather?"
"Yeah?" came the reply from the living room.
"Would you like to go see a movie?"
"Really!?" she eagerly replied. She had only been to one movie, and she hardly
remembered it.
"If we go to the movie, you'll have to be my private potty. OK?"
"How?" Heather asked with a confused look on her face.
"Well, so we don't miss any of the movie, I'll potty in a cup and you can drink
it as you watch the movie."
"Oh..." Heather replied dejectedly as she pondered slurping on a drink container
filled with pee.
"But since you've been really good, I'll make a special chocolate treat for you
to eat. How does that sound?"
"OK!" Heather said, blindly hearing the word chocolate and agreeing to it.
"Well you go and watch television; we'll leave in a few hours."
With Heather heading off to the living room, Karen headed to the kitchen. Karen
had already anticipated Heather would agree to this, and so she had her
'chocolate treat' planned for the little girl, although it wouldn't be what
Heather would expect.
Before she went to bed the night before she took some codeine painkillers, not
because she was in pain, but because of the side effect. For her one of the
things codeine did to her was cause her to be constipated. Her bowel movement
would end up becoming a compressed mass of pellets. It was those pellets that
she wanted.
Grabbing a plate from the cupboard, she placed it onto one of the kitchen
chairs, pulled up her dress and pushed down her panties. With a bit of effort,
she placed a decent sized log onto the plate, and sure enough, it was basically
a mass of pellets. Putting on a pair of latex gloves that she had brought up
from the clinic downstairs, she took the plate and placed it onto the counter.
Although her nose was assaulted by the smell of her feces, she had smelled quite
worse in working with animals.
Working with care, Karen began gingerly part the pellets from the mass. Once
that was done, she looked at the result. She had a platter full of her shit in
pellet form. Now all she had to do was melt and temper a batch of chocolate. She
had done this before, although certainly not with this kind of center material.
With toothpicks in hand, she speared each pellet of her shit, dipped it into the
chocolate, and then carefully speared the finished product into apples so that
they wouldn't have flat spots on them. She did this all the time with cherries,
and would then use the apples in a crumble.
With the apples on a tray, she placed them into the refrigerator to solidify the
chocolate. Once that was done, fresh latex gloves went back on and she carefully
extracted the toothpicks from her treats. Leaving them on a cookie sheet, she
placed them back into the refrigerator. All that was needed was to put them into
a container when they were ready to leave. With a few cups of these 'poo balls'
ready made and a steaming hot cup of piss she would provide at the theater, she
would be assured that this movie would be one Heather wouldn't soon forget.
When they arrived at the theatre, it wasn't very crowded at all. Since it was a
matinee, there weren't many people there. After going inside, Karen bought a
couple of drinks and led the girl to the washroom. Once there she dumped the
majority of the child's drink into the toilet, leaving an inch or so in the
bottom. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out her syringe, and squirted the
anti-emetic into the cup. Giving it a swish, she handed it to the girl.
"Drink this honey, then I'll fill it up."
Heather was confused at why she dumped the contents and then suggested she would
have it refilled. Regardless, she quickly slurped down the sweet fluid.
After the girl had finished what was in it, Karen took the cup from Heather, and
then she walked into a stall. Pulling off the lid, she pissed noisily into the
large container, filling it nearly three-quarters of the way. Once done she put
the lid back on. No one would know about the bitter drink the girl was being
forced to consume.
Leading the girl to their seats, Karen handed Heather the cup after they had sat
down.
As soon as she felt the warmth of the container, Heather knew what to expect.
She looked up at the woman with a bit of a sad face as she took a sip through
the straw.
Karen reached into her bag and pulled out the container of 'treats', handing
them to the child.
After eating one and being put off by the bitter taste, Heather whispered, "What
are these?"
"Shhh..." Karen replied as she quietly shushed the girl, before continuing in a
hushed voice, "They're little balls of my poo dipped in chocolate. I could have
had you eat them without the chocolate, but since you have been a good girl
lately, I wanted to give you a treat. Make sure you eat every last one, or next
time you'll eat them plain."
Heather nodded with a resigned look on her face. Looking at the container of
chocolates, she had never considered that you could do this with poo. Taking
another sip of the warm pee from the soft drink container, she continued to
watch the movie while eating the bitter treat.
After about an hour Karen heard the telltale sound of a straw sucking in air at
the bottom of a drink container. It would seem that the five-year-old had been
busy drinking, and she had finished her cup of urine. "Give me that dear." Karen
said as she reached out to take it from the child. After removing the lid and
handing it to the girl, she slid her bum forward on the seat and took a quick
look around. Satisfied that no one would see, Karen pulled up her skirt and
pulled her panties to one side. She then began to refill the cup, although she
only made it to about half-full since she had filled it only an hour ago. She
took the lid with the straw sticking out from the girl and placed it back into
the container, then wordlessly handed the now warm beverage back to the girl.
Heather had thought she would be given a reprieve once she finished the cup, but
all she had done was trigger the woman to give her more to drink. Her stomach
was unsettled, and she felt somewhat nauseous, but she remained strong since she
didn't want to have to leave the movie. Her mother never took her to movies
since she always said they couldn't afford it. This became a powerful motivation
for her to keep it all down. With her box of treats two-thirds empty, she
focused on finishing the box before she ran out of pee to wash it down.
When the closing credits rolled, the young girl had finished both her drinks and
her treats. Karen smiled as she put the empty plastic container for the
chocolates back into her purse. "So did you like the movie?" she asked as they
walked out.
Heather nodded silently; as she felt her stomach lurch with each step she took.
This was not what she had in mind when she thought about going to the movies.
Later that week, on Friday, Karen decided to see if she could take her
relationship to the next level. While she was able to get the girl to be her
toilet on occasion, she wanted to go all the way. Karen knew she could force the
child to do it, but felt it would be better if she could get the child to agree
of her own accord.
"Heather?" Karen said to get the girl's attention away from the television.
"Yeah?"
"Turn off the TV so we can talk please."
Without responding verbally, the girl did as she was asked, then sat down on the
couch.
Karen sat herself down on the chair, crossed her legs at the knee, and then
pulled her skirt down over them. "Honey, you've been my potty for a couple
months now, right?"
Heather nodded.
"So how do you like it? Do you like being my potty?"
The young girl paused, since it seemed like a trick question. While she didn't
like occasionally consuming the woman's pee and poo, she did it because she had
no other choice, and because she didn't want her mommy to leave her like her
momma did. "It's OK." Heather replied, hoping this was the answer the woman was
looking for.
"I want you to be honest. Do you like eating my poo and drinking my pee? You can
tell me the truth."
"Really...?" she asked with apprehension.
"Yes, I promise you can tell me the truth and I won't be mad."
"I don't really like it," said in a quiet voice.
"But you still do it to make me happy, right?"
Heather nodded with a concerned look on her face.
"This is why you are such a good girl. Even though you don't really like it, you
still do as you're told. That's what I wanted to talk to you about."
"What?"
"Well, right now you're only drinking my pee once a day. Then you eat my poo
about once every few weeks or so, right?"
The five-year-old nodded with a dejected look on her face.
"What would you think about being my full time potty?"
"What does that mean?" she replied, not quite understanding the 'full time'
term.
"Well it means that you would eat all my poo and drink all my pee, every time I
need to go, every day."
"But that's a lot." she replied.
"I know it seems like a lot, and I know your tummy probably won't feel very good
at first. But you're such a good potty I'd like to use your mouth as my potty
more often." Up until this point, Karen had been particular not to overwhelm the
girl, but she longed to do more.
"Poo hurts my tummy." Heather blurted out quietly, while looking away.
"I know it does sweetheart, but it makes my coochie feel good knowing all my poo
is in your tummy." It was time to bargain with the girl. "You know that TV
station you watch all the time? The one with the mouse?"
"Yeah..."
"You've seen the big amusement park, the one they have in Florida? The one with
the castle?"
"Yeah..." Heather said again, this time with more interest. She had seen park on
television, and longed to go. When she once begged her momma to go she ended up
getting slapped in the face. Needless to say, she never asked again.
"Well, if you'll be my full time potty, I'll take you on a trip to Florida and
we can go to the theme park and you can go on all the rides you want."
"Really?!" Heather's eyes bulged wide as the realization hit her that she might
actually get to go.
"Yes. Once you've been my potty for a full week, then I'll take you to
Florida for a week. While we're there, you'll only have to be my pee potty at
bedtime. If you want to go on the trip, you need to become my full time potty
though. Any time I need to go potty, it has to go in your mouth and down into
your pretty little tummy." Karen said as she gave Heather's stomach an
ever-so-gentle poke.
"What if the poo makes me sick?"
"If you spit any back up, then we have to start the week all over again. But I
won't be mad. You can take as long as you need."
Heather pondered this development. While she really wanted to go, she also knew
how much of a trial this would be for her. The poo made her feel sick. No matter
how often she ate it, it never sat well inside her. Pee wasn't as bad, but it
depended on the time of day. "What if I can't do it?"
"Well, if you can't do it, then we don't go. It's that simple. So... will you be
my full time potty from now on? Will you eat and drink everything?" Karen said
as she emphasized the word 'everything'.
There was a pause as neither one spoke.
"OK..." Heather replied in a hesitant and reluctant manner. As much as she
wasn't looking forward to it, she wanted that trip more than anything.
"Excellent! You're such a good girl. You can start being my full time potty on
Monday, OK?"
Heather nodded.
Over the weekend, it was an adjustment for Karen not to use the girl's mouth as
she had been, but while she promised her two days without any toilet duty, she
never said the girl wouldn't have to please Karen with her mouth and tongue.
Therefore, as the weekend progressed, Heather's mouth was spending a lot of time
between Karen's legs. On Sunday, the harness was brought out, and Heather's head
was repeatedly attached to Karen's front and back holes throughout the day. At
one point during a very relaxing session on the couch with the girl's head
between her legs, Karen fell asleep for a couple hours on the couch.
Sufficient to say, Karen made relentless use of Heather's mouth throughout the
day and into the late evening, so much so that they were both exhausted the next
day.
On Monday morning, the new routine began with Karen waking up Heather. "Wake up
honey, it time to get up." Karen said as she gave the girl a gentle shake.
Heather woke up a bit groggy, since she stayed up later than usual the night
before. "I'm tired...," she moaned as she rolled over.
"I know, but it's time to get up. Mommy needs her potty, remember?"
It was coming back to Heather now, as she had almost forgotten the deal she had
made for the trip. Sitting up in bed, she blinked her eyes a few times to try
and get the sleep out of them.
"Hurry up honey, mommy needs to go." While Karen would have preferred just to
drop her cunt onto the girl's face and let go, the last time she did that the
young girl spilled it, which meant sheets to change and wash.
Instead, Karen had decided to rig up an alternative. She was using a commode
chair, with the collection pan removed. After taking a hacksaw to the aluminum
legs, she was able to lower it so that it wasn't as high off the ground. Below
was a rubber mat on the floor and a plastic covered pillow below the hole.
Karen actually liked the idea of a potty chair, since she wanted Heather to
understand that the use of her mouth as a toilet was a just function of her
daily life now. While it would have been fine and good to just keep using the
girl as she had been, she wanted to use this chair until the girl finished her
'week' and became accustomed to doing it.
Heather had seen the strange chair in her room on Sunday, and while she wasn't
exactly sure how it would all work, she wasn't naive. She knew she would be
underneath it at some point.
Karen moved over to the chair, pulled up her nightgown and pushed down her
panties. Looking back once more at Heather, she raised an eyebrow as if to
remind her of her responsibility.
After a brief stretch, Heather got up and walked the short distance to the
commode chair. Then she laid herself down underneath it and propped her head on
the pillow. Looking up through the toilet seat, all she could see was Karen's
behind as it lowered itself down towards her face.
With her hand spreading her labia, Karen expertly socketed her cunt onto the
five-year-old's mouth. With the firm pillow keeping the young girl's head
raised, when Karen sat down she was able to form a seal with the girl's mouth by
virtue of the pillow pushing the girl's face upwards. It almost had a bit of
spring to it, which made the event very comfortable. For her at least.
"Now remember," Karen announced, "from now on you need to keep everything in
your tummy. If you spit up, even once, we'll have to start all over again
tomorrow." With that, she carefully released her bladder into the mouth of the
young girl below her. Once she felt she had given the girl a mouthful, she
stopped her flow and waited.
This was Heather's first time drinking the woman's morning urine, and she was
surprised at how foul it was. She heaved a couple times, and then tried to get
herself under control. Looking up she could see Karen's face as she looked down
at her. Karen's expression was oddly disturbing. While she didn't look mean or
mad, she looked like she enjoyed this in a way that she shouldn't enjoy it.
Karen heard the girl retch after taking her first swallow, "Com'on now, you can
do better than that." After her second swallow, she heard Heather retch again.
Another loud swallow followed, and then Karen could hear heavy breathing. The
girl had survived the first mouthful. The first of many more.
With her mouth clear, Heather found herself wondering if this trip was worth it
after all. Karen's pee tasted very strong this time, stronger than all the other
times. Would it always be like this? Her idle musing was cut short by the hiss
of urine into her mouth. She let out a startled gurgle, but didn't struggle.
"There we go... be a good potty for mommy." Karen waited to hear the sound of a
swallow, "That's it... Try not to think about the taste. Just let it roll right
down into your beautiful little tum-tum." Having the girl lying under the toilet
seat made her tingle inside. It was so depraved treating Heather as nothing more
than a toilet and filling her mouth again and again.
Heather had lost count of how many times her mouth had been filled. She was
swallowing by reflex now, no longer retching at the taste, she just tried to
gulp it down as fast as possible so she could get this over with.
Seeing that Heather had set up a good rhythm, Karen relaxed and let her urine
slowly flow. She kept the pace relaxed, not too fast, but not too slow. Just
quick enough so that the girl wouldn't have a chance to think about what she was
doing. She wanted her focused on the task at hand.
With wide eyes, Heather found herself swallowing by instinct now.
"That's right... it's all for you honey." Karen sighed as she completely relaxed
her bladder. Since she was nearly complete, it didn't come out too fast such
that it would overwhelm the girl. With some final squeezes, the remainder of her
urine was now in the belly of the five-year-old on the floor below her. "Wipe
mommy and then you're done."
Although she was feeling nauseous, Heather nevertheless did as she was told and
licked Karen clean.
After a half minute of the girl's tongue swabbing her cunt, Karen stood up and
then bent down to retrieve her panties. As she slid them on, she spoke to
Heather without looking at her, "I'll put out some clothes so you can get
dressed." After laying out an outfit, Karen walked to the washroom to do her
hair and makeup. She only now understood how glorious it would be to do this
every morning.
Heather stood up slowly, as the urine sloshed around inside her. While getting
dressed, she started to ponder what she had gotten herself into.
As the day wore on, Karen repeatedly called the girl to her bedroom so she could
use the potty chair. Since her store was closed on Monday, she was able to use
her newly christened toilet repeatedly. She even went as far as to drink extra
water during the day, just so she would need to pee more often.
Karen noticed a change in Heather the first day; she seemed a bit under the
weather. While the girl's stomach was still adjusting to its new role as toilet,
Karen had no intention of altering her routine.
During the day at work, when Karen needed to use the 'washroom', she developed a
routine. First, she locked the door to the shop and put up her "Back in 5
minutes" sign. Then she called out to the girl, "Heather... Potty..." At this
point Heather would emerge from the break room or from somewhere in the store
and walk quietly into the bathroom, with Karen following close behind.
The young girl would enter the single toilet washroom and strip off her sundress
and panties, which was her usual outfit. Then she would lift the toilet seat lid
and sit down.
Karen had placed a small sturdy table to the right of the toilet. While it
wouldn't look out of place should a customer use the bathroom, its real use was
so that Karen could put her foot up on it. With the five-year-old seated on the
toilet, Karen would shuck off her panties and then approach the girl. Since she
wore skirts every day now, this made it all easy.
With her skirt lifted, Karen moved forward and placed her right foot on the
table. This allowed her to spread her cunt and draw the girls face into it. Once
in place Karen would let her urine flow at a constant pace. While at other
times, she would stop and start, at work she didn't have time to wait. Since
Heather would occasionally dribble some piss from her mouth, having the child
get undressed meant the pee would just flow down her flat chest, then between
her legs and into the toilet.
"Com'on honey, you're spilling too much. If you can't be a proper potty then we
should forget about this trip."
"Mmmmmm!" Heather moaned with a mouthful of pee, hoping to let the woman know
she would do better.
"Well OK, but you had better spill less next time." Karen said as she continued
to drain her bladder into Heather's mouth while listening to the girl's noisy
swallows. Once her bladder was drained she announced, "Wipe." which was
Heather's cue to clean her pussy spotless. When she was happy with the effort
she would walk away without saying a word, closing the door behind her. The
young girl would clean up, get dressed and come back out when she was done.
Late that night, long after they had both gone to bed, Karen woke up. Feeling a
strong urge, she quickly paced to Heather's room. "Wake up honey," Karen said in
a quiet whisper as she gently roused the girl from her sleep, "I need to go
potty." While she didn't normally need to go in the middle of the night like
this, she had forgotten to go before she went to bed.
"But I'm tired..." Heather whined, unhappy that she was being woken in the
middle of the night. Despite having done this many times during the day, she
didn't like being woken up for it.
"I know, but the sooner I go potty the sooner you can go back to sleep."
With a moan, Heather sat up in bed.
"Up you go," Karen said as she helped the tired young child to her feet, "that's
a good girl." After guiding her over the few feet to the chair, she firmly
pushed down on the young girl's shoulders and positioned her in place on the
floor. As she moved the commode seat, she saw the young girl rub one of her eyes
to get the sleep out of it.
As the girl laid her head on the pillow, Karen smiled broadly as she lifted her
nightgown and pushed her panties to the floor. Quickly sitting down, she wasted
no time in connecting her cunt to the five-year-old's mouth. Letting out a
contented sigh, Karen relaxed her bladder and allowed her urine to drain slowly
out of her body. The room was silent except for the sound of swallows as the two
females shared in this perverted act.
Closing her eyes for a moment, Karen sighed again, albeit more quietly. She was
enjoying how she could use the girl in this way. No words were spoken as her
urine passed into the mouth of the child below. They both knew their place in
this sordid exchange. Heather was her potty, and Karen didn't really pay that
much attention to the girl when seated. Once she sat down on the commode chair,
she treated it as a toilet seat. The only difference was in how her waste
products were processed.
"You're such a good potty; flush for mommy. That's right, keep flushing like a
good little potty," she cooed. Like all good things though, it quickly came to
an end. "Wipe." she said aloud as Heather cleaned her cunt of any residual piss.
Once she felt the girl has cleaned her sufficiently, Karen stood up, bent over
to pick up her panties and then walked away without a word.
Heather watched as Karen walked away, and after using the back of her hand to
wipe some stray pee from her lips she carefully extracted herself from under the
chair and returned to bed with her belly full of urine.
* * * * *
The next morning Karen decided to do things a bit differently. Since Heather had
cereal in the morning, it wasn't ideal for the girl to eat cereal with milk
after drinking a bladder full of piss. It was a lot of fluid for the girl to
absorb, and she could see that when the girl struggled to eat her cereal. Karen
was nothing if not considerate though.
After laying out Heather's clothes, she woke the girl up, telling her to get
dressed and to come for breakfast. Once the girl arrived in the kitchen, Karen
began to pour the girl a bowl of cereal. The frosted cereal flakes made a
tinkling sound as she poured them into the bowl. Meanwhile, Heather propped
herself up on an adjacent chair. Karen stunned the girl with her next action.
Having already removed her panties before the girl arrived; Karen lifted her
skirt and held the bowl of cereal below her cunt. As the child stared in awe,
Karen pissed noisily into the bowl of flakes, stopping her flow once the bowl
had filled enough to cover the cereal.
When the bowl of cereal was placed in front of her, Heather looked up at Karen
with disbelief on her face. Surely, she wasn't expected to eat it this way.
"Hurry up and eat your cereal. Mommy still needs to finish her morning potty."
As Heather took her first spoonful, she could smell the acrid urine before she
put the spoon into her mouth. Despite the sugar on the flakes, the taste was
unpleasant. Looking up at Karen, Heather saw her smiling back.
"This way you don't have to drink all that milk after being my morning potty.
Isn't that nice?"
While Heather wouldn't have used the word 'nice', she nevertheless nodded
between spoonfuls of the pee-soaked cereal. With each bite, she noted that the
flakes were starting to get soggy from the warm liquid it was bathed in, so she
increased her pace. Once done she pushed the bowl away, even though it still had
an inch or so of fluid in the bottom of the bowl.
"Finish it all sweetheart, every single drop," she said with authority.
Pulling the bowl back to her, she lifted it up and raised it to her lips, and
then slowly she drank down the tepid sugar-laced pee until it was gone.
"Good girl. Now mommy still needs to potty. Off to my bathroom."
Without words, Heather got up from her chair and walked back to her bedroom with
her head down. Lying on the floor, she put herself into position.
Karen smiled as the young girl got herself ready to be her toilet. The girl made
no complaints as she shuffled into place. As Karen sat down, she briefly saw
Heather's face, which had a defeated look on it. With an evil grin, she spread
her lower lips and flexed her pelvis as she connected with the girl.
There was no verbal warning as Heather felt her mouth fill with pee. She began
to gulp it down as she had before, knowing that this was how it was meant to be
for her now.
The five-year-old had finally managed to make it through six straight days,
despite her three previous occasions of vomiting. The girl had actually spent
seven days on those three failed attempts, combined with the six days she had
most recently managed, meant she had assumed the role of Karen's toilet for
almost two weeks now.
In the beginning, things seemed to go well. Karen was enjoying using the girl as
a urinal every time she needed to go, and despite some retching, the
five-year-old remarkably managed to keep down a day's worth of piss, and a nice
meal of shit. The next morning, after drinking Karen's bitter morning urine with
her cereal, Heather lost her battle. "It's OK honey; you gave it a good try."
Karen said after Heather threw up in the toilet.
Holding back sniffles, the girl nodded.
On day four, which was day two of Heather's new 'week' of toilet servitude,
Karen had her second bowel movement. Barring illness, Karen always had to go
once every three days like clockwork. While she thought it wasn't often enough,
her doctor assured her that so long as she wasn't constipated it was fine. It
was also fine for Heather, who miraculously managed to digest this putrid meal
as well.
When the seventh day arrived, which was Heather's day number five in her effort,
Karen again needed to unload her feces. Despite a healthy dose of anti-emetic,
the girl upchucked her meal an hour after eating it when Karen filled her with
piss.
With the clock starting again, Heather managed to go a full six days since her
last rejection of Karen's waste products. Since Heather held down Karen's last
bowel movement, this was the second and potentially last time she would need to
eat from Karen's behind to satisfy the terms of the 'deal'. She would only need
to drink a day's worth of piss to send herself to Florida.
Despite the girl's heroic effort, Karen couldn't let this end so soon. She
needed more. She wanted more. It was at this point when an evil thought hit
Karen. Heather wouldn't be allowed to get through day seven, at least not yet.
As she opened the bottle of laxatives, Karen felt a tinge of guilt ripple
through her. Despite how much Heather wanted it, she was going to sabotage the
girl's efforts to go on the trip. After she popped the pill and washed it down
with some water, all that was left to do was wait. This would be a win-win for
Karen, no matter what the outcome. Should the excessive meal of shit be too much
for the five-year-old, Karen would be treated to another week of glorious toilet
servitude. On the other hand, if by some miracle the girl could keep it down, it
would mean the girl would be able to eat anything.
No matter how it ended, she would honor her promise of course and come back from
the trip knowing that she could resume her perverted habit. Heather would be her
toilet full-time, there was no turning back. Although she was tempted to have
the five-year-old sit at the table again and eat her shit, she had long since
decided that it was better to be consistent and get her used to being under her
ass. The more she did it this way, the more accustomed to being a toilet the
girl would become.
Before she sat down to eat dinner alone, Karen gave Heather her 'juice' and
directed her to go watch television while it took effect. Meanwhile, she sat
down to enjoy her meal, which was hard given how wet she was becoming thinking
about what was to come. A half-hour after dinner was finished, at least for her,
Karen called Heather. "OK honey, mommy needs her poo potty." She would always
say if she needed to shit, since the girl laid down with her nose behind her
buttocks.
Silently, Heather walked to her bedroom. Ever since she began her sordid role as
the woman's toilet, her bedroom had become Karen's bathroom. As she lay down and
shuffled her body under the commode chair, she was dreaming about the trip. She
knew she only had one more day to go after today. It had been very hard to last
this long, since she had to fight her stomach every time the woman went poo in
her mouth.
Karen was nothing if not considerate. Since she knew the girl's stomach couldn't
hold both her shit and piss at the same time, she made sure to have a piss a
couple hours before having a shit. At least this way the girl always had a fair
chance to hold it all down. Pushing down her skirt, Karen carefully folded it
and laid it on Heather's bed. Walking to the commode chair she looked down at
the child, who had her mouth open and eyes staring off into space. "Such a good
potty you are, all ready with your mouth open. I've got a nice meal for you
tonight." Karen said as she slipped off her mules, pushed her panties to her
feet and kicked them aside.
Sitting down, she found that she was off-center, so she stood back up. Rather
than ask the girl to move, she just moved the chair a few inches back so that
her ass would properly seal with the young girl's mouth. Lowering herself down
again, she hit her mark, and could feel the girl's breath on her buttocks as
Heather exhaled through her nose. Lifting her feet, Karen placed them lightly on
top of the palms of Heather's outstretched hands, as she liked to do.
"OK honey... Here it comes..." With that, Karen gently encouraged her bowels to
move. There was a brief silence, and then the unmistakable sound of flatulence.
Heather eyes bulged as the gas entered her mouth. Letting out a small moan, she
swallowed down the gas.
'Oh my.' Karen said to herself as she heard the child struggle to breathe. She
hasn't considered that the laxative would cause gas, but she should have known
it would. Relaxing her sphincter again, she allowed another blast of noxious
fumes to escape from her behind.
She felt the second passage of wind enter her mouth, but despite coughing,
Heather was unable to resist what the woman was forcing her to endure.
"It seems I'm having a bit of gas dear. You just keep swallowing mommy's farts
like a good girl." With another press on her diaphragm, Karen found her anus
again opening to give the girl more to gas breathe. She almost felt like she was
doing mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, or more aptly, ass-to-mouth resuscitation.
Just as the girl had finished filtering her gas, Karen would press down and find
a bit more inside her.
Again Heather moaned, since she didn't like the gas.
"Settle down now. If you are so eager to have your meal, then let's get
started." As the first of her feces exited her ass, she could feel that the
texture of her shit was soft and smooth. Heather wouldn't have to chew much, if
at all. This was good given how much of it there would be. "Ahhhh..." Karen
sighed with grace as she felt tepid substance begin to ooze out of her rectum
and into the five-year-old girl's mouth.
Heather was a bit taken aback by the consistency of the poo that entered her
mouth. It was softer than usual; not what she was used to. She didn't have much
time to dwell on this, as he small mouth was quickly filling up. While it was a
bit easier to swallow, the taste was even more horrid than she could imagine.
Unconsciously, Heather laced her fingers between Karen's toes and squeezed as a
means to help her endure it. She felt the woman's toes gently squeeze back as
she continued to swallow.
Karen gazed up at the ceiling as she felt the girls fingers intertwine with her
toes and squeeze. She knew that the girl would have a lot to endure, even with
having taken the anti-emetic. It just felt too good though. The knowledge that
she had this girl trapped under her ass as she took a long relaxing shit made
her continually tingle with pleasure. She could hear the girl as she let out the
occasional heave or retch, but she didn't care. This was all about her own
needs, and not the needs of the five-year-old. She needed to do this; she needed
to avenge the death of her family. Defiling this girl was the way that she was
going to do it.
As the rosebud slowly pulsed, a serving of creamy textured shit was delivered
into her small mouth. Although she was swallowing as fast as she could, Heather
still felt like she was on the edge of being overwhelmed. Shock was starting to
set in, as her mind forced her to focus on this revolting act. All she could do
was push the vile sludge to the back of her mouth and swallow it as fast as
possible, before more arrived. She kept repeating this over and over again, as
her eyes became glazed and unfocused. She couldn't taste much of anything
anymore. All she felt was the texture of the shit as it flowed into her mouth.
She would note how it was soft and mushy, but there would be small lumps in it
too. There was no time to chew though, she just swallowed everything.
"Keep going sweetheart," Karen offered in a loving tone, "you're being such a
good potty right now." With that said, she continued to deliver her shit to
Heather, one mouthful at a time. It felt somewhat odd how she constantly had to
squeeze her rectum, since her body wanted to let it all come out at once. While
that did have its appeal, there was obviously no way the girl could handle that.
So she kept on doing what she had been doing, which was to give the girl a
mouthful of sludge at a time. In a way, she felt as if she was doing Kegel
exercises, as she did after her daughter Kimberly was born.
With each mouthful that she swallowed, Heather was starting to feel her stomach
become bloated. While she hadn't had anything to eat for dinner, she was still
gulping down an inordinate amount of the woman's poo. As time passed, she felt
her stomach start to swell. She felt the pressure, and began to worry about how
much more she would have to eat, since Karen hadn't shown any sign of stopping.
As she let out a long contented sigh, Karen was starting to wonder how far
Heather would go. She knew she was delivering the largest load she had ever done
into the girl's mouth. At that moment, she felt Heather's hands try to extract
themselves out from under her feet. "Stay still, mommy needs her footrests while
she goes potty."
It was all becoming too much for Heather as she started to weakly struggle
against the deluge of poo that repeatedly filled her mouth again and again. It
was less the taste and more the volume. She felt her stomach begin to strain
against the pressure, and she wasn't sure how much more she could take. At this
point though she was too weak to resist, and when she felt Karen's feet press
down to keep her hands in place, she gave up her meek struggle and resigned
herself to the task at hand.
"Keep flushing honey..." Karen again pressed her bowels to release another
mouthful of crap into the five-year-old mouth below. "Keep flushing...," she
repeated again and again. With each passing minute, she was getting more and
more sexually aroused. Cunt syrup was leaking down onto the young girl, and
Karen hadn't even laid a hand to herself. Once she was near the end, she started
to strain harder. She wanted to get every possible morsel of shit out of her
colon and into the girl. Although it might have seemed counter-intuitive to give
Heather an anti-emetic if Karen wanted to overwhelm her, without it the girl
wouldn't have lasted very long at all. She had to try and get the girl to spit
up though. She wasn't ready to give up her new toilet just yet. She needed more
time.
The mouthfuls were getting smaller now, and Heather started to feel a wave of
relief wash over her knowing that this nightmare was nearing an end. As Karen's
rosebud pressed deeper into her mouth with each push, Heather began to suck on
the opening. Each time she received less and less, until she found it would
deliver no more, despite how much it was straining. Letting out a deep exhale
through her nose, she began to lick up any remnants.
With a slight tinge of disappointment, Karen found herself empty. However, it
wasn't until she looked down at the girl that she gasped with surprise.
Heather's stomach was visibly distended in a way she had never seen before.
Sure, she had seen a tiny bump every now and then, but this was almost bordering
on the obscene - and that was saying a lot given what she had just done to the
five-year-old. It was almost as if the girl was pregnant.
Lifting one of her feet off the girl's hands, Karen used her toes to grasp the
hem of Heather's t-shirt and pull it up to expose her stomach. Once done she let
out another gasp, now that she could see the girl's stomach clearly. All of a
sudden, something changed in her mind. Gone were thoughts of how it looked
obscene. As a gentle smile swept over her face, she saw the girl's budging
stomach as a thing of beauty. Without even thinking about it, Karen raised both
of her feet and began to slowly and very gently cradle and fondle Heather's
stomach. Feeling the bloated tummy made her tingle in sexual excitement. Feeling
Heather licking her ass now, Karen relaxed and put these thoughts out of her
mind as the girl's tongue took on the role of her toilet paper.
Heather's relief was palpable as she licked the ass above her. She did it. She
actually did it. Despite an overwhelming amount of poo, she was able to swallow
it all. How she managed this she wasn't sure, but she did know her stomach felt
stretched more than it ever had been. She could feel the woman stroke her
stomach with her feet, and it felt very soothing given what she had endured.
"All done." Karen said as she paused and then stood. Looking down she saw the
girl's face. Heather's chin was dripping wet from cunt juices. As she stepped
away from the girl, Karen bent down to pick up her panties. "Are you OK honey?
Do you need to throw up?"
Heather meekly shook her head no, as she stayed in her position lying prone on
the floor.
"You're the best potty in the whole world." Karen said as she looked down at the
girl with pride on her face, "You ate it all; you're such a good girl!"
"Really?" Heather said weakly with a small smile.
"Oh yes, I've never had a potty as good as you before." Although true, what
Karen didn't say was that she had never forced a girl to be her toilet before
either.
Heather was conflicted. While her stomach was markedly unsettled, she found
herself feeling happy about how she was being praised.
What Karen didn't know was that Heather's mother frequently put her down. She
called her dumb and stupid, saying that the girl "Couldn't do anything right."
So when Karen told the girl she was the best at something, despite how vile the
task was, the young girl latched on to that praise. Karen saw Heather's brown
stained teeth as she smiled, and so she made a mental note to praise the young
girl more in future. Clearly, she could use this to her advantage.
Looking down at her stomach, Heather was shocked at how bloated she was. She
never realized that she could consume that much, let alone not feel like
throwing up. At least not at that point.
However, as Karen's luck would have it, within an hour Heather was slung over
the edge of the toilet as she heaved the contents of her stomach into the bowl.
As Karen held back her blond hair, she reassured the girl that she could try
again. "Don't cry sweetheart," she said as the girl heaved more shit into the
toilet, "you tried your best. I promise to keep going potty in your mouth until
we go on that trip. You still want to be my potty right?" Karen asked, trying to
get the girl not to think about how uncomfortable it was to be puking it all up.
Heather sniffled, and after one last dry heave into the bowl, lifted her head
up. "I want to do it, but it hurts my tummy."
"Yes I know honey, but you're doing so much better now. You lasted a whole six
days last time. I bet you'll go a week for sure next time. Then we get to go to
Florida and the theme park. Don't you want to go?"
"Yeah."
"OK, so you'll still be my potty?"
Heather nodded meekly.
"That's a good girl. Let's get you into the bathtub. I have to go potty, but
since your tummy is a bit upset I'll just go on your face instead."
As the woman helped her into the bathtub, Heather could feel her stomach as it
began to contract.
"Eyes closed and mouth open." She casually instructed as the girl sat down.
"Rinse your mouth and drink what you can." With her target in sight, Karen
stepped into the bathtub and stood astride the girl's face. After a brief pause,
her urine started to flow and immediately filled the girl's mouth.
As Heather closed her mouth to swish around the pee, rinsing away the taste of
poo and bile, her mommy's piss began to splash all over her face and soak into
her hair. As soon as she opened her mouth again, it was instantly refilled, but
she just left it open and allowed Karen to soak her head with pee.
Karen was actually enjoying this, since it was one of the few times where she
didn't need to titrate her flow. She was able to totally relax and piss on her
cute little face. With a subtle flex of her pelvis, she was able to soak
Heather's face and blonde hair completely. All too soon, she was done though.
"Swallow what's in your mouth honey," she added.
The five-year-old did what she was told, and then with her hands wiped her eyes
of piss so she could open them. Karen began to step out of the tub, only to
notice that her feet were soaking wet. Not one to miss an opportunity, she
deftly lifted herself out of the bathtub and onto the toilet seat beside it,
while keeping her feet dangling in the bath. "My feet are all wet dear, use your
tongue and clean them up please."
Without hesitation, Heather scooted over and grabbed one of Karen's feet at the
ankle. Then with tongue out, she began to take long licks of the foot in front
of her.
"That's nice," Karen said, surprisingly finding herself enjoying this attention,
"lick up every drop." While she had never had the girl do anything with her feet
before, this spontaneous request encouraged her to do this in future. "Suck on
the toes too honey, make sure to get it all." Once the girl had thoroughly
licked one foot clean Karen pulled it away and offered the girl her other foot.
Without words, Heather grabbed her foot and started to clean it as she had the
first.
Looking up from below Karen's foot, Heather had a questioning look on her face,
wondering if she had done enough licking.
"OK, that's good enough. Let's get you get cleaned up now." Karen said as she
started the bath.
The next morning, Karen was ready to 'start a new week' with the young girl.
After pouring a bowl of dry cereal, she left it on the table and went to clean
up the dishes in the sink. Heather would be there shortly after getting herself
dressed, and while Karen was eager to relieve her bursting bladder, it was only
fair that the girl didn't have to eat soggy flakes.
Since she had the water running, Karen found herself mildly startled as she
heard a voice behind her.
"Mommy?"
Karen hadn't heard the young girl pad her stocking feet quietly into the
kitchen. What made this all the more surprising was Heather. When Karen turned
around to face Heather, she saw the young girl had the bowl of dry cereal in her
hands. Before she had a chance to say anything to the girl, Heather held the
bowl of cereal out in front of her, less than a foot away from the junction of
her thighs. It was clear she knew what was to happen, and while Karen was still
a bit shocked the girl took the initiative, she nevertheless smiled down at the
girl.
Lifting her foot up onto the nearby garbage can, she pulled up her dress to
expose her pussy. Just as she was going to reach down and take the bowl from the
girl, Heather surprised her again by stepping forward to move the bowl into
position under her cunt. Not wanting to spoil the moment with words, Karen
reached down, used two fingers to spread her labia, and then began to piss into
the bowl. Once the cereal was covered in urine, she stopped her flow and shook
off the remaining drops. Then she was surprised for yet a third time.
"Thank you." Heather said quietly as she took the warm bowl, walked back to the
table and then sat down to eat the tepid stew.
"You're welcome dear." Karen replied as she took her foot off the garbage can
and allowed her dress to fall back into place. As the girl ate her cereal, Karen
continued to clean the dishes she left from last night's dinner. When she was
about two-thirds of the way through her task, Heather put her bowl on the
counter beside the sink and walked away. Looking down, Karen saw it was empty.
She normally needed to prod the girl to drink the remaining fluid in the bowl.
In a couple minutes she was done with her dishes, but Heather was nowhere in
sight. Walking out into the dining room, she looked into the living room and saw
that the television was still turned off. Turning to her right she could see the
bathroom doorway down the hall and the light was off.
"Heather?" Karen called out, wondering where the girl could possibly have gone.
"I'm in here mommy."
From the sound of it, the voice seemed to be coming from Heather's bedroom.
Walking down the hall, when Karen entered the girl's bedroom she was surprised
yet again. There, lying on the floor under the commode seat, was Heather.
Despite their perverse relationship, Heather had never taken it upon herself to
get into place without being asked.
"What are you doing honey?" Asked Karen, wanting to make sure this was what it
appeared to be.
"Waiting for morning potty."
Without responding, Karen quickly walked over to the girl. Although she liked to
take off whatever she was wearing, she didn't want to make the girl wait when
she was being so well behaved. Pulling up her dress as she walked, she had the
garment up around her waist when she briskly lowered herself onto the five-year-old's
mouth. Releasing her grip on her dress, she let it fall loosely in front of her,
obscuring the view of the child below. She flexed her pelvis, and had a good
seal with the mouth below in less than five seconds.
When the piss began to flow, Heather was prepared. Despite the dress blocking
her view of Karen, the woman still took care not to overwhelm her. The first
gush came out fast, but then it stopped so she could swallow it. After letting
out a brief retch, she received another small gush that she labored to swallow.
Finally came a gentle relaxing flow, which was slow enough for her to swallow
without incident. Soon it was over, and she proceeded to lick the saggy lips
clean.
With her bladder now empty, and the girl now licking her dry, Karen knew she had
to reward this excellent behavior. Standing up, Karen turned around as her dress
fell into place. "You are such a good girl for being my potty without being
asked," she proudly said to the girl who was still lying down. "And you didn't
even need me to stop once." While she did give the girl a couple bursts of urine
to start, that was more because it was hard for her to control when she started
to piss, not because the child needed it. "Com'on honey, get up from there;
we're going to do something special."
"What?"
"Well the pet store isn't open today, so we're going to go down to the big toy
store in the mall, and you can pick out any toy you want."
"Really!?" the girl asked with excitement as she stood up. Suddenly the belly
full of morning urine and frosted flakes didn't weigh as heavy anymore.
"Yes... Good potties always get nice toys. Just think about after you can
be my potty for a whole week without spitting up. Not only will you get toys, we
get to go on that trip."
"I'm trying, but it's hard..." Heather replied in a voice that emphasized the
effort it was.
"I know honey, but you were so close last time. Just keep trying. Now go get
your shoes and we'll go to the mall."
When they arrived at the toy store, Heather's eyes were wide with wonder. She
had never seen so many toys in her young life. While she had passed this store
before, and begged her mother to go in, she would always be told they couldn't
afford it. Now she was here with her new mommy, who not only took her here
without even asking, but also would let her get any toy she wanted.
Once inside the store, Karen directed the girl. "Honey, dollies are over that
way, and there are more toys you might like down here," she added as she waved
her arm down an aisle. "You can go and look at whatever you like, just make sure
you don't get too far away from me, OK?"
"OK!" the girl responded, barely able to contain her excitement. Despite her
tummy still being full of the woman's urine, she wasn't feeling anything but
joy.
So it went, the five-year-old strode off, and Karen trailed along behind. That
morning was somewhat magical for the two of them. While Karen had gotten toys
for Heather once before, she chose mainly bland generic offerings without
knowing what the girl would like. This time she would let her choose anything.
It was so important for her to reward her behavior if she wanted it to last. In
the end, after Heather was unable to choose between two toys, Karen just bought
them both.
"Thank you mommy!" gushed Heather as she wrapped her arms around the woman's
legs and buried her face in her midsection.
"OK... OK... That's enough now." Karen said as she pried the young girl away.
"We need to get back home. Let's bring your toys to the cashier and we can go."
After arriving home, Karen sent the girl off to play as she went to get herself
a bottle of water. She had been buying more bottled water of late since she
found it easier to drink more that way. Of course drinking more water meant more
glorious bathroom breaks. If anyone told her a year ago that she would be
looking forward to using the bathroom now, she would have laughed at them.
The next morning Karen took things further at breakfast, by intentionally
pretending not to see the girl when she walked in.
"Mommy?"
"Yes dear?" she replied as she read the newspaper.
"Potty?" came a quiet reply.
"Go to the washroom if you need to dear..." Karen said without looking up from
her newspaper. She knew exactly what the girl wanted, but she was playing dumb
to see what the girl would say.
"No mommy, can you potty in my cereal please?"
Karen smiled, although this smile was hidden from the young girl. She was
thrilled that she prompted the young girl actually to ask to have her piss in
her morning cereal. Tipping down her newspaper, she saw Heather standing beside
her, bowl in hand. Letting out a sigh, as if to suggest that she was doing the
girl a favor, Karen stood up. Slipping off a mule, she propped her foot on the
chair she was sitting on and then lifted the hem of her skirt. With a final tug
on the crotch of her panties, she pulled the fabric to one side, exposing her
cunt to the five-year-old in front of her.
Wanting to do something a bit different, Karen announced, "Honey, starting
today, when you want me to potty in your cereal I want you to kneel down and put
the bowl in front of your chin.
While it was a bit odd, Heather nevertheless complied with this instruction.
"No honey; put the bowl so the edge touches the bottom of your chin." Karen
paused as the girl readjusted her position. "That's better. Now this time move
forward, put the bowl under my coochie, and then bring your face close so the
bowl touches your chin, OK?"
Shuffling forward on her knees, Heather moved in closer as instructed.
Seeing the girl on her knees like this stimulated Karen. However, that wasn't
the main reason for her odd request. After relaxing the needed muscles, her piss
began to flow. Instead of letting it flow out slowly, Karen pressed her
diaphragm muscles and forced the urine to rush out as fast as possible. The end
result was that with Heather's face so close it was getting spattered with urine
as it gushed into the bowl. Cutting off the flow, Karen shook off the last drops
and then waited for the girl to move away.
"Thank you." Heather said timidly, after having been forced to kneel in order to
get the woman to pee into her morning cereal. She could feel drops of urine as
they clung to her face and dripped off her nose.
"You're welcome dear." Karen said as she could see small rivulets of urine on
her cute little face. She looked so beautiful that way. Letting the crotch of
her panties go, they snapped back into place as she released the hem of her
skirt and sat back down.
Standing up carefully, so as not to spill her breakfast, Heather made her way to
her normal seat at the table and began to eat.
Picking up her newspaper, Karen's foot blindly was feeling around under the
table to find her shoe. Unable to find it, she announced, "Heather, mommy can't
find her shoe, crawl under the table and put it on my foot please."
Heather had a mouthful of the piss-soaked cereal, but nevertheless she put down
her spoon and crawled under the table. The woman's legs were crossed at the knee
and her bare foot was bobbing in front of her face.
"Honey, give mommy's big toe a nice kiss before you put my shoe on."
Doing as instructed, Heather puckered her lips and gave the woman's toe a
generous kiss. Seeing the misplaced shoe, she picked it up and slid it onto the
waiting foot, then crawled back out to resume her breakfast.
"Thank you dear." Karen said, clearly happy with how the girl acted without
complaint.
Once finished her cereal, Heather took the bowl and tipped it up to her lips,
finishing the sour stew that remained. With the bowl now empty, she got up,
placed it on the counter, and then walked to her room. Once there she moved into
place under the commode chair, let out melancholy sigh, and waited for the woman
to come.
Karen knew where the girl had gone, as she could see from her position which
direction Heather went. Since she didn't hear the bathroom door close, she knew
the girl was in her bedroom, likely under the toilet seat waiting for the rest
of Karen's morning piss. Although she didn't want to make the girl wait, she
also didn't want to rush. She wanted this behavior to become natural. She wanted
the girl to be comfortable with her head under the toilet seat waiting for Karen
to fill her mouth with amber nectar. Only then would Karen be comfortable having
the girl drink her piss anywhere.
Only then would the girl understand her new place in life.
Putting down her newspaper she casually walked to her 'bathroom'. Seeing the
girl was where she expected her to be, Karen silently kicked off her mules,
pushed her skirt to the floor and laid it on the bed. Next, she pushed down her
panties and kicked them to one side. Without saying a word - or even making eye
contact - she sat down, doing what she came to do. As her urine flowed, she let
out a gentle sigh and pondered what life would have been like had she not
corrupted this young girl.
Day three of Heather's new 'week' was here, and Karen would be able to give the
girl another nice tummy-full of her special chocolate. Would the girl be able to
keep it down? She would find out after dinner.
Heather seemed a bit pensive, almost as if she remembered that Karen went every
third day like clockwork. Although she didn't, her subconscious did, and her
tummy seemed to know as well.
"Heather?" Karen called out loud towards the living room.
"Yeah?" she yelled back.
"You'll be eating dinner later OK?"
Heather knew what this meant. 'Later' meant that she would be eating her
'dinner' under the potty chair. "OK." she replied back with less vigor.
After another glass of apple juice for the girl, and another relaxing bowel
movement for Karen, she stayed seated as Heather continued to nurse on her still
twitching rosebud. While she had given the girl everything inside her, she still
liked the long periods of the girl worshipping her hole. In what was
uncharacteristic for her, Karen actually stayed on the chair for a good five
extra minutes. Never once did the child complain.
For Karen she had long since turned the child's bedroom into a comfortable
bathroom. A scented air freshener was plugged into the wall, and a table beside
the commode held a selection of veterinary magazines that she would relax and
read while the five-year-old struggled to swallow each mouthful of her shit.
Since there was no point in rushing, she would read and wait to hear the child's
gagging and retching come to an end, before delivering another mouthful into her
small toilet bowl.
The next couple of days were pretty typical of their day-to-day routine. Every
drop of urine Karen's body created went straight into the little girl's mouth
and down into her beautiful belly. If anything, Karen was becoming impressed at
how the girl had adapted to this change. Retching or gagging was rare, and most
times the girl was proactive in knowing when Karen had to piss.
At night after Karen told the five-year-old to get ready for bed, she would go
to the child's room and find her under the potty chair. She didn't have to be
asked, and Karen would smile as she gave Heather a stomach-full of urine to take
to bed with her.
Day six of Heather's new week was here, but this time Karen had no plans to
sabotage the child's efforts like last time. Seeing as the five-year-old was
nearing the end of the third week of toilet servitude, Karen felt she should let
the girl win her prize if she made it though to the end of the next day.
It had been a half-hour since the girl had taken her apple juice, so Karen felt
Heather was ready to serve her. "Time for potty sweetheart." she said as she
gently pulled at the girl's hand. Normally she would get up without a fuss, but
this time she was lethargic as she got up off the couch.
"What is it honey?"
"I'm tired."
It seemed a bit early for the girl to be tired, but she had never tried to fake
being tired before. Karen was sitting with a full colon and wondering how she
could relieve herself. "Are you sure that you can't just be my potty then go to
bed?"
Heather shook her head.
"OK, you lay here on the couch and I'll be right back." Karen stood up, letting
the girl lay back down, then went to the kitchen. Grabbing a stainless steel
bowl from the cupboard, she took it and placed it on a chair. After lifting her
dress and stepping out of her panties, she bent over the bowl and began to push.
Soon the air was filled with the sound of crackles, as well as a bit of gas.
It actually felt quite odd to Karen, since she was so used to pushing out small
amounts at a time. Letting it all out at once was a bit of an adjustment. The
bowl filled rapidly with her smelly brown offering. While the beginning came out
mostly firm, the latter half came out more smooth and creamy. "Oh my." she
thought to herself as the vile substance kept on coming. Even though she hadn't
taken any laxatives, this load did seem larger than normal.
Once done, Karen cursed her shortsightedness. She had no toilet paper with her,
since she never used it anymore. "No matter," she thought. While she held the
dress up around her waist, she went to the cutlery drawer and grabbed a
teaspoon. With that in hand, she picked up the bowl and then carefully went back
to the living room.
"Honey? Mommy needs her toilet paper please, and hurry." she said as she backed
her legs against the side of the couch. Feeling the little girl push her legs
between her own, soon two small hands were on her bum spreading her cheeks.
Karen sighed involuntarily as she felt the girl begin and lick and suck on her
rosebud. Closing her eyes, Karen allowed her mind to drift as the young girl
lovingly cleaned her behind. Soon though, the gentle caress of Heather's tongue
went away, bringing Karen back to reality.
"I'm done." Heather remarked.
"Good girl." Karen replied as she allowed her dress to drop. While she figured
there might still be some residue, she would be putting this dress into the wash
afterwards anyway. "Now move over so mommy can lie down. That's it." As Karen
got back onto the couch, she laid in a semi-recumbent position. She did this
often, although usually it was with the girl's head between her legs. "OK, now
come sit between my legs sweetie."
Heather complied, and soon was laying her body back against the woman's bosom.
"There we go..." Karen said as she leaned over a bit and reached out to get the
bowl off the coffee table. Seeing the spoon lying beside it, she decided to
reach for the spoon first and then pick up the bowl. As she brought the bowl in
front of her, she saw Heather's head from behind as it watched the bowl move.
"That's right honey; mommy is going to feed you dinner."
Sitting the bowl on the girl's lap, Karen made sure it was balanced. Now taking
the spoon, Karen dug into the bowl, grabbing some of the smooth textured filth
deposited on top. Once her spoon was full, she slowly lifted it up to the girl's
mouth. Since she was sitting behind the girl, Karen put her left hand on the
back of the five-year-old's head to steady it, and then leaned her head around
to the right of Heather's head so she could guide the spoon into the child's
mouth. "Open nice and wide," Karen said cheerfully, "that's a good girl."
Heather opened her mouth, since she had resigned herself to this degrading task
as soon as she saw the bowl with its fetid contents. Once open, the woman
deposited the spoon's contents into her mouth, and when she closed her mouth,
the spoon was extracted. While the taste was vile, she only let out a small
retch. She knew this taste well, and while she would never like it, she had
become accustomed to it. Her mommy had seen to that. After another small retch,
she began to swallow.
Karen watched as the girl accepted the filth into her small mouth, and then
began to swallow it. "Here you go honey..." Karen said as she quickly brought
another spoonful up to the girl's mouth, this time somewhat more solid. While
briefly hesitant, the child accepted it into her now brown stained mouth.
As the girl labored on chewing and swallowing, Karen announced, "Such a good
girl. Let's watch some television while you eat my potty." Reaching over to the
coffee table with her left hand, she grabbed the remote and turned on the
television to one of the many children's channels. While she could have tuned to
an adult program, the least she could do was give the child something
entertaining to watch as she was spoon-fed her dinner.
After putting the remote back on the table, she grabbed another spoonful of
sludge from the bowl and brought it to the girl's lips, where they reluctantly -
but eventually - parted and accepted it inside. "That's right honey, don't fight
it," she said as she pressed another spoonful into Heather's already tired
mouth.
Karen's left hand was now lovingly stroking the girl's hair as they lay together
on the couch. No words could be heard as Karen slowly fed the girl her bowel
fruit. Little by little, the small girl would accept mouthful after mouthful. On
the occasions when there would be a bit of dribble, Karen would deftly use the
spoon to capture it below the girl's bottom lip. She would then slide the missed
substance straight back into the five-year-old's mouth. Not a drop from the bowl
ever fell astray.
As time passed, Karen continually whispered sweet nothings in Heather's ear,
praising the child as her small stomach began to swell. Each time the child
occasionally retched or gagged, Karen would quietly coo "Shhh..." into the young
girl's ear to help Heather endure it as she stroked the girl's hair and readied
another spoonful.
Struck by an odd thought, Karen reached over to grab her cell phone off the
table. As the girl was slowly working on one of the harder chunks of her shit,
she found Lorraine's work telephone number and clicked call.
"Charlie's..." came a male voice from the other end.
"Hi Charlie, it's Karen."
"Karen, how are you?" Charlie asked cheerfully.
"Good, you?"
"Doing great. Everything is working out so well. My wife can't thank you
enough."
"I'm glad to hear that. I hate to be a bother, but could I speak to Lorraine for
a moment, I just need to ask her a quick question. I promise it will only take a
minute."
"Sure, hang on a second."
Karen heard the phone being put down and Charlie calling out for Lorraine.
During this break, she stuffed the girl's mouth full.
"Hello?"
"Hi Lorraine it's Karen."
"Is everything OK?"
"Yes, everything is fine." Karen replied as she scooped a healthy spoonful of
her crap and shoveled it into the five-year-old's mouth. "I'm just feeding
Heather a nice warm dinner," she added as a tingle went down her spine. If only
Lorraine knew what 'dinner' meant. At that moment, Heather let out a retch that
could be heard over the phone.
"What was that?" Lorraine asked of the odd sound.
"Oh Heather was trying to eat too quickly." she said before turning her
attention to the girl, "Now honey you need to chew it up nice and soft before
you swallow, OK?" Feeling particularly evil, Karen grabbed a large chunk that
was bigger than the teaspoon and pressed it into the girl's mouth. While the
child whimpered at the size of this bite, she didn't rebel.
Lorraine could barely hear Heather as she let out an occasional gag or retch,
but she never suspected anything was amiss.
"I won't keep you long, I just need to know if you ever got Heather a passport.
I'm probably going on a trip, so if you had a passport issued I would need to
get it updated."
"No, she never got a passport. Just a birth certificate and you have that now."
"Yes, thank you Lorraine. I'm so sorry to have bothered you. Heather's doing
just fine, and I'm making sure she always has a full tummy." Another tingle went
up her spine at her deliberate double entendre. "Sorry to bother you at work, I
just didn't want to forget. I'll let you go, thanks again."
"OK, bye." Lorraine said pensively.
Clicking a key on her phone to hang up, she then leaned over to the table to put
the phone down. At times the five-year-old would struggle to push the foul paste
into her tummy, but Karen would wait for the child to finish.
After finishing a mouthful, when Heather opened her mouth to breathe, Karen
would be there with her loaded spoon to shovel more of the putrid mud deftly
inside as the young girl let out a weak whimper. Karen made sure that a moment
didn't go by where the girl's mouth was empty. Despite the occasional moan and
retch, the two of them remained this way for nearly a half-hour. Time was not a
factor, and Karen wasn't in a rush.
In fact, she started to feel very maternal about it all. She was imagining
Kimberly when she was a baby and feeding her the very same way on occasion.
While she obviously didn't feed her daughter what she was feeding Heather, she
went about it the same way. Tender caresses of her hair and cheek, soft words
whispered into her ear, and a gentle hand to slide the contents of the spoon
repeatedly into a small mouth - where it was eventually swallowed. Again and
again.
As time slowly passed, Karen would occasionally reach her left hand down to
gently caress the five-year-old's swelling tummy under her shirt. Each time she
did, it caused her libido to swell. Despite how ill the little girl looked, to
Karen that sickly appearance just turned her on that much more.
Soon the quiet sounds of the television and Karen's encouraging whispers were
broken by the sound of metal hitting metal. Her little darling had finished it
all. Despite the generous meal, all that remained was a thin paste that clung to
the bowl.
"Honey?"
"Yes mommy?" came the meek and strained reply from the child.
"Clean the bowl and you're all done sweetheart. Go ahead and use your hand to
scoop out the rest and you can lick your fingers clean, OK?" Karen said lewdly
as she grinned slyly from behind.
"OK." Heather replied wearily as she tilted her head to look down at the bowl.
There wasn't much to collect, but she nevertheless did as she was told. Using
four fingers, she scooped out what she could, and then pushed the shit-covered
digits into her mouth to be sucked clean. After repeating this often enough, she
found the bowl was as clean as she could get it.
"That's a good girl. OK, you sit up now and mommy is going to put this away. You
can lie down and rest." With that, Karen gently lifted the girl up off her
bosom, and then slid herself out from under the girl. Once apart, Karen stood up
and walked to the kitchen. Along the way, she could feel the juices dripping
down her legs, and the back of her dress was damp. The intimacy of this
encounter was thrilling, and she made a mental note to do this again sometime.
Thinking the girl might want to rinse her mouth, she grabbed a small glass and
filled it halfway with her piss. This was only a fraction of what she would
normally have the girl drink, but she knew the girl's stomach was packed full.
With warm glass in hand, she walked back to the living room. "Here you go honey,
sit up so you can drink a bit of my potty to rinse your mouth." Karen handed the
girl the glass and let her drink it at her own pace. Meanwhile she decided to
sit down, kick off her shoes and put her feet up on the table.
Heather found herself struggling to drink the warm urine her mommy had given to
her. While it was better than the taste of poo in her mouth, her stomach was
very full. With much effort, she managed to empty the glass though, and once
complete the woman took it from her and placed it on the table.
"Come here honey, you lay your head on mommy's lap and rest. You've been a very
good potty tonight." Karen said as the girl laid her head down. The two stayed
this way for a while watching television, as Karen gently tousled the young
girl's hair or rubbed her tummy. Once the second half hour show had finished she
could see that Heather was asleep. Sliding out from under her, Karen picked the
small girl up and carried her to the bedroom, tucking the child into bed for the
night. With one last fondle of her bloated stomach, Karen smiled knowing the
girl's body would have no choice but to digest the filth inside it.
After the child was in bed, Karen had the odd experience of actually sitting on
the toilet. She still had to pee and she knew her normal 'potty' was full, so
she grudgingly sat down on the hard plastic seat and finished draining her
bladder. The act felt so cold and empty to Karen that she promised herself not
to allow this happen in future. She would need to pay better attention to how
she used Heather so that she wouldn't be put in this position again.
* * * * *
The following day Karen said nothing to the child, just using her like the human
urinal she was. Never once did the child even mention going to Florida. It's
almost as if she had lost track of the days, given that this was the end of the
third week.
That night, as Karen was sitting on the potty slowly filling up Heather's
stomach with piss, she was about to talk to the girl. This was uncommon for her
since she made a habit of saying nothing to the girl when she was under the
chair. Aside from the odd command or correction, she said nothing to the
five-year-old since she wanted the girl to understand that when she was under
that chair she was nothing more than a toilet to Karen. This was a special day
though.
As she kept her bladder draining at a slow pace, Karen said, "Honey, while
you're being my potty, I want to tell you that you made it. This is day seven.
So long as you don't spit up before bed, then you get to go to Florida. Looking
down she saw the girl's eyes widen as she gulped down the piss flowing into her
mouth.
"There's just one thing I want to ask you." Karen said as the flow was tapering
to an end with her final spurts, "I want to see if you want to go to Florida for
TWO weeks instead of one. If you can be my potty for another whole week, just
like before, we can stay another week in Florida. If you can't do it, then you
still get your one week down there no matter what. We won't be able to back
there in a very long time, so if you want to go for longer, now is the time."
Finishing her piss with a few squeezes of her muscles, she waited for the girl
to begin wiping her.
Heather was conflicted. As she lapped at her mommy's wet coochie, she was
considering the offer made to her. Be a potty for longer and go to Florida for
longer. Since the woman said she wouldn't lose her one week, she decided to
agree. She had become accustomed to being a potty, so she felt the extra time
wouldn't be that big of a deal. With her wiping complete, she felt the woman
rise off her mouth.
"Well, have you decided?"
"OK."
"OK what?"
"I'll be your potty."
"That's great honey! Just for that, we'll go toy shopping tomorrow since the
store is closed. OK?"
"OK!" Heather replied eagerly as she was extracting herself out from under the
chair.
"Alright, you get to sleep now and we'll talk more in the morning."
Karen took Heather shopping the next day, and true to her word, the
five-year-old continued her toilet servitude. It had gotten to the point where
Karen now didn't have to remind herself not to use the toilet in the bathroom
anymore. When she felt nature calling, her thought would always be to Heather
and her perfect little mouth.
Over the coming days, things would progress much as they had in the first few
weeks. The girl did have events when she spit up, but Heather no longer cried
about it anymore. If anything, she was somewhat indifferent about it now,
treating it as a fact of life. So it was a pleasant surprise when Karen ended up
with another three weeks of magnificent toilet service from the child.
Karen actually found herself pondering it all. She would pee 5 times a day.
Morning, mid-morning, after lunch, mid-afternoon, after dinner, and before
bedtime. If she was to assume eight ounces of urine each time, this meant the
girl had swallowed two gallons of her piss, or roughly seven and a half liters.
Oh that gorgeous child. Then there was her shit, which she weighed herself
before and after to find that it was only one pound. While she was thin, and a
picky eater, she was a bit surprised at how light it was. In any case, it was
fourteen pounds of her shit the girl had flushed into her tummy in that short
period of time. 'How did she do it?' Karen wondered.
After the girl had secured her second week, Karen began to make arrangements.
They obviously couldn't just jump on a plane; she needed to get someone to take
care of the animals. After making a few calls, she found a local kennel that was
quite happy to watch over the two, dogs, three cats and three cages of small
animals. She had already planned ahead and had gotten the girl a passport. While
not necessary for domestic travel, it simplifies travel.
Meanwhile, in the two weeks it took to get things sorted, Heather continued on
serving as her potty. Her plan had worked. She had mastered the ultimate in
degradation, to make another human being your toilet. In her case, that human
was a five-year-old girl, whose stomach was repeatedly assaulted by Karen's
waste products. The child had accepted her place in life. Of course, Heather
also became very talented at worshipping Karen's holes. At times Karen pondered
spending an entire day with the girl attached to one hole, although she never
did attempt it for fear she might push the girl too far.
Nearly two months to the day she asked the child to become her personal potty,
they were on their way to the airport. She had a sign in the window of the store
with information on the other two vets in town, as well as a message on her
answering machine. It was time to reward the girl for all her hard work.
"Now boarding, Flight 527 to Orlando Florida, at gate seven. Please have your
boarding passes ready." the unknown female voice announced though the PA system.
"That's us honey, com'on." Karen said as she stood up and grabbed her carry-on
bag. "Now remember, an airplane may seem scary, but it's perfectly safe."
As Heather took the woman's hand, she allowed herself to be led towards the area
where everyone was boarding the plane. While she was nervous, she was also
excited. This was the first time she would be going anywhere outside the region
where she was born and grew up.
Karen held out her boarding pass to be checked at the base of the gangway. After
they nodded at her, they traveled down to the airplane entrance and stepped
inside. Again she held out her boarding pass, and it was examined by the female
flight attendant.
"Business class, row eight, seats one and two. To your left and on the left hand
side." the woman said as she smiled at the woman and her daughter.
"Thank you, let's go honey." Karen said to Heather, who had somewhat hidden
herself behind Karen. As they walked up the aisle, Karen was pleased she was
able to get business-class seats. Money wasn't a concern to her, so she had no
intention of flying coach if it wasn't necessary. Seeing the marker for row
eight, Karen directed Heather to the window seat. "In you go; you can sit by the
window."
Jumping onto her seat, Heather was surprised at how big the seats were. "When do
we get there?"
"Not for a while yet, we still have to take off. Now when we do it will get
noisy, but not for long. So you just hold my hand if you get scared, OK?"
Heather nodded. She was a bit unsettled, since her fear of the unknown was
facing a pitched battle against her giddiness to be going on a trip to the theme
park. So far, the giddiness had been winning out.
After ten or so minutes, Karen could hear the sound of the cabin door closing
and the cabin being pressurized. Soon the voice of a flight attendant could be
heard from many rows behind.
"Please fasten your safety belt, thank you," was repeated a few times as the
flight attendant made her way up the aisle.
Karen had already buckled herself and Heather in, but the flight attendant
stopped to check in regardless.
"Let me just check her belt." the woman said as she tugged at young girl's lap
belt. "That's good. So is this your first time flying?" she asked of the child.
Heather nodded, albeit with a bit of fear in her eyes.
"Yes," Karen remarked openly, "her first trip to Florida as well."
"Wow, I bet you're looking forward to that, aren't ya darlin'?"
Heather silently nodded again.
"Not very talkative, is she?" the flight attendant said with a smile to the
woman.
Karen chuckled, "Yeah, she's just a bit nervous, she'll be fine, won't you
honey?"
Once again, Heather nodded.
"I'll be back to check and see if she needs anything once we've reached cruising
altitude."
"Thank you." Karen replies with a smile.
As the flight progressed, things were pretty typical. The flight attendant came
by shortly after takeoff to offer headphones.
About a half hour into the flight, Heather tugged at her mommy's sleeve.
"What is it dear?"
Heather leaned closer and whispered, "I gotta go potty."
"OK, let me undo your belt." Karen replied as she unbuckled the lap belt and
stood up. Taking Heather by the hand, they walked to the front of the aircraft
where the business class washrooms were. Scanning the doors she saw the first
one she looked at was unoccupied, so she opened the door and guided the young
girl inside.
Heather wasted no time in pushing down her tights and panties and pulling up her
dress. She really had to pee since the last time she went was when she got up
that morning. Between then and now, she had cereal and also drank the woman's
pee as usual afterwards. So she was relieved when she was able to let it all
out. Once done she grabbed a bit of toilet paper and tidied herself up, then she
stood and pulled back up her panties and tights.
"OK honey, time for mommy to go potty." Karen said as she looked down at the
girl. Lifting up her skirt, Karen pushed down her panties and sat them on the
counter. With her skirt still held up, she sat on the toilet but pushed herself
further forward so she was right at the edge. "Well?" Karen asked as the girl
stood motionless.
Heather hadn't considered that her mommy asking to go potty might lead to this.
Although she didn't usually drink the woman's potty in this position, she knew
where she needed to place her mouth. So without saying a word she knelt on the
hard floor and shuffled into place between her mommy's thighs.
"Don't spill it or you'll stay that way until we get to the hotel. Now get your
mouth on my potty hole, mommy really has to go." Reaching out her hand, Karen
pulled the five-year-old's face into the junction between her thighs. Once she
felt the girl was in the proper spot, she gently relaxed her bladder. As her
urine flowed, she sighed with pleasure. Although the girl was swallowing
repeatedly, the sound was drowned out by the sound of the engines. "Keep
swallowing honey, you're being a great airplane potty."
With the pee flowing into her mouth, Heather quickly resigned herself to her
task. It's not as if she hadn't done this hundreds of times already. While she
was a bit surprised her mommy wanted her to do this here, it wasn't something
completely unexpected. As the salty beverage filled her mouth again and again,
she did as she always did and just focused on swallowing and not on the taste.
"Such a good potty you are today. Keep flushing for mommy, I'm almost done."
Karen said aloud as she kept a firm grip on the girl's head. Normally she
wouldn't worry, but she didn't feel like trying to explain why the girl smelled
like pee if she spilled it.
As the woman's last spurts were being squirted into her mouth, Heather exhaled
in relief knowing it was over. Without being asked she started to lap away at
the hairy coochie, making sure there were no stray drops.
"Mmmmm, that's nice honey." Karen moaned as the youngster lapped at her pussy.
"You keep doing that; mommy needs you to scratch her button for a while."
Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to relax and lean back a bit further. With
hands still firmly holding the girl's face against her cunt, she slipped off her
flats and then swung her legs over the girl's shoulders. Karen was pleased that
she decided to wear thigh-high stay-up stockings, since she had pondered wearing
pantyhose. Had she done so, it wouldn't have been nearly as easy to enjoy the
five-year-old's mouth.
Heather found herself kneeling on the floor of the washroom, as the woman's grip
on her head was keeping her mouth pressed firmly against the droopy lips. As she
did what she knew to do, she tried to think about going to the theme park, which
kept her mind off the pain she felt from kneeling on the hard floor.
"Faster honey, faster... Mommy needs her itch scratched quickly before someone
else needs the washroom." Karen was pulling the girl's head up and down,
directing the small mouth all over her pussy. Finally, she could take no more
and pulled the girl's mouth to her clit. "Suck it hard, and don't stop until I
tell you to!" she said as her breathing was becoming labored. "That's right...
don't you dare stop sucking..."
With her mommy's vice-life grip in her hair keeping her mouth positioned over
the button, she began to suck it as instructed, and as she had learned to do
over the past while. She could feel the woman's legs twitching as she worked
over the small nub in her mouth, and soon she could her mommy's stocking covered
legs as they squeezed her head tightly. All of a sudden, she heard her mommy let
out a stifled cry, after which she found her mouth being sprayed with fluids.
Despite gulping down the discharge as fast as she could, there was simply too
much of it, and the excess dribbled into the toilet.
As her orgasm hit, Karen brought one hand to her mouth and bit down as a means
to prevent herself from crying out loud. Squeezing her legs together, she was
cumming so hard that she felt she might crush the poor girl's little head, but
right now she didn't care. With each ripple of pleasure, she felt her juices
spurting into the girl's mouth, so much so that the girl had become overwhelmed
and was unable to swallow it all. This was uncommon for Karen, since she
normally didn't get this carried away. That didn't matter to her now, since all
that her mind was focused on was riding out the wave of this orgasm. As she
started to come down from her high, she removed her hand from her mouth and
placed it back on the five-year-old's head, and then she relaxed her thighs.
"Oh that was lovely dear; you were such a good girl for mommy. Now clean up
mommy's sopping wet coochie so we can get back to our seats." Feeling Heather
doing as she asked, she allowed her hands to relax their grip as well. Karen
hadn't realized how tightly she had been holding the girl's hair. Dropping her
legs off the Heather's shoulders, Karen began to fix the girl's hair so it would
look presentable when they left the washroom. "OK, that's enough dear, we need
to get back top our seats." she said as she stood up and grabbed three squares
of toilet paper to mop up the fluid that the young girl's tongue missed.
Standing up, Heather let out a sigh of relief knowing it was over. Her mommy had
been squeezing her head so tightly she felt it might be crushed.
"Just a minute dear...," Karen said as she bent down, "let me wipe your face."
With the saturated toilet paper that she had already used to mop up her sopping
quim, Karen used the wet paper to wipe the girl's face. The effect really didn't
do much more then spread the fluids on her face around, but that was her intent.
She liked having the girl wear cum on her face. With gentle precision, Karen had
swabbed the girl's face, covering every inch in a light sheen of her juices.
"All done. Now fix your dress so we can go."
Heather pressed down at the hem of her dress. While she still felt that her face
was damp, she knew this feeling and knew that it would dry in little while.
Karen paused with the small damp wad of tissues in her hand, and with narrowed
eyes turned to Heather and said, "Open."
The young girl paused for a moment, looking at the paper.
Karen raised an eyebrow at the child, which had the desired effect. The
five-year-old opened her mouth, after which Karen carefully placed the folded
paper on her tongue. "Close."
Heather closed her mouth, feeling the tissue stick to her tongue.
"Now I want you to suck out all those juices, and then when you're done flush
the paper into your tummy, understood?"
Nodding with defeated eyes, Heather acknowledged the disturbing request. Soon
she heard the click of the latch as the door opened behind her as she sucked on
the pulpy mass in her mouth.
"Alright dear, let's get back to our seats." In a bit of panic, Karen turned
around and reached down to the ground, grabbing her panties that she neglected
to put back on. Balling them up in her fist, she reached over and stuffed the
damp garment into the back of Heather's dress just before the girl exited the
washroom. Since the sundress had a cinch at the waist, they wouldn't fall
through. "I need to put those there for now honey, you just leave them there,
OK?"
Heather nodded and allowed herself to be led back to their seats.
After arriving in Florida, she grabbed her rental car and drove to the hotel.
She picked a luscious suite on the theme park grounds itself, since it meant
less travel. While expensive, money wasn't a concern.
When Heather first entered the park, she was in awe of everything around her.
She never dreamed she could go here. While she did have to do 'things' to get
here, she felt that it was all worth it now.
Karen actually found the time spent with Heather to be very satisfying, despite
needing to use a 'normal' toilet, and not having occasions to use the young
girl's mouth as it suited her. It was actually starting to feel like Heather was
really her daughter, and while it was an interesting feeling, she was somewhat
disconcerted by it. She didn't like feeling this way since she could never do
what she did to Heather to her own daughter.
As the days went on, Karen made sure to explore every possible inch of the park
and resort. She wanted Heather to be so enamored with it all that when they
returned she would happily pick up where they left off.
It was Friday in their second week there, and on this day Karen was taking
Heather to yet another area of the huge theme park. The child was in her glory,
and Karen had never seen her so happy. It was something that - to a limited
extent - Karen found herself even becoming affected by it. While the first few
days she was just going through the motions as a means to satisfy her part of
the 'deal', the last couple days she was almost beginning to see Heather as a
'real' daughter. Almost.
Yet every night, after they had eaten dinner and gone back to their hotel room,
Karen made sure the five-year-old didn't lose her taste for piss. Each night,
Karen would lead the girl into the bathroom where she would receive a
stomach-full of the amber liquid before going to bed. Then in the mornings,
since they shared a bed, Karen would guide the child's head under the covers and
between her thighs. There the young girl would slowly bring her to a nice orgasm
before they started the day. However, as she promised the girl, during the day
was her fun time. She never asked the child to service her in any way once they
left the hotel.
That doesn't mean it wasn't on her mind. She would often see the five-year-old's
pouty lips and imagine them underneath her skirt and attached to her cunt. So it
came as no surprise that Karen continued to watch those around her. One of the
things she noticed was that almost all of the people at the park were families,
with a father and mother with their children. Then there were some men alone
with their children, perhaps single fathers using some of their visitation time
to buy the affection of their children.
Solo woman with girls were markedly rare. Yes, there were some women with two or
three kids including boys and girls, but there were very few women alone with a
single girl or with just girls alone. When she spotted these women, Karen found
herself sizing them up, trying to see if they looked like someone of a 'similar
mind'. While she never expected to find anyone with tastes like hers, she
figured that she had a far greater chance to do so here than in the relatively
small town she lived in.
It actually came as a surprise when she saw what looked like a forty to fifty
year-old woman with a seven-year-old girl. Karen had stopped paying attention,
so the pair almost slipped by unnoticed. What caught her eye was the way the
woman was leading the girl by the hand. It was clear that the woman was in a
hurry to go somewhere, and it just seemed out of place. Reaching down for
Heather's hand, she picked up her walking pace and discreetly followed the pair.
There didn't seem to be very many people on Tom Sawyer Island, so Karen needed
to be very discreet. When they took the raft over there was only one other
family on it, and on the island there weren't too many others around. Since it
was early morning, Karen suspected that most people were still working their way
through the park. In her case, since she was picking up where they left off, she
made her way directly to this part of the park.
As they crossed the bridge heading to Fort Sam Clemens, the woman ahead of her
looked back briefly, but didn't seem to suspect she was being followed. Upon
reaching the castle, Karen drifted off to one side and took a parallel track so
as not to be noticed. Finally, as they reached the building she saw the woman as
she headed towards the washrooms. At this point Karen still didn't think much of
it, since she was in major theme park. Nevertheless, after the woman and the
girl entered the washroom, Karen put a finger to her lips to keep Heather quiet,
and then walked towards the door.
With a careful push, Karen silently opened the door a couple inches and then
leaned her head towards the opening so she could hear inside.
"But I don't want to." came the voice from the seven-year-old girl.
"What did I tell you about your back-talk?" came the angry retort from the older
woman.
"Sorry Aunt Janet."
"You better be. Now hurry up and get in there before someone else comes."
Karen heard the sound of feet moving and a bathroom stall door being closed. For
a moment, things were quiet. Taking this moment, Karen looked around to make
sure she wasn't noticed, but she could see no one. Then she heard the woman
speak up again.
"Hold these. What are you waiting for? You know what to do..."
Again, there was silence, and Karen stood silently waiting to hear what would
happen next. Something was going on, clearly, but she still didn't know what it
was.
"Open up..." the older woman demanded; then it was quiet again.
However, the next sound was one Karen knew very well. With her ear as close to
the crack in the door as possible, she heard a retch and a gag. At that moment,
Karen's heart started to race and her body started to tingle. Had she come
across a woman of a like mind? Despite the evidence, she still found it hard to
believe.
In a quiet whisper, Karen said to Heather, "Don't make a sound." Raising her
eyebrows for good measure, the child knew she was serious. With her hand still
on the door, she carefully pressed it further open. At one point, there was a
small creak and Karen grimaced, but she didn't hear any change inside. With the
door open wide enough, she slipped inside, with Heather in tow.
Walking around the wall that obscured the washroom from outside, she turned to
look at the wall of bathroom stalls. Instantly she could see that only one was
occupied, not to mention she could clearly see that someone was kneeling on the
floor inside it. Karen closed her eyes briefly as the realization hit her that
she had indeed found someone 'like her'. She heard another retch come from
inside the stall.
"What's wrong with you today?" the woman asked aloud.
Karen felt that now was the time to act. She needed to meet this woman, but she
also needed the upper hand, just in case.
"Perhaps you're pissing too fast for her..." Karen said openly with a grin on
her face. While the remark seemed normal to her, she found it funny to say
openly because of the audacity of it.
Immediately there was activity from inside the stall, as the girl was pulled up
from her knees.
"Hello? Who's there?"
"Why don't you come out and we can talk..." Karen replied.
After more fussing, finally the door to the stall opened and the two of them
exited. The woman looked petrified. Looking closer at the young girl, Karen saw
the seven-year-old's face was wet, as was her t-shirt. It would seem that the
interruption caused the woman to panic.
"It's not what you think," the other woman began to say, "I was just helping her
go to the washroom."
"By going in her mouth?" Karen replied blandly, clearly relaxed and at ease
about it all.
"No, I wasn't!"
"Then how do you explain her shirt? Or the fact she still has your panties in
her hand?" The other woman's face was beginning to turn white, so Karen decided
to put her at ease now that she had the upper hand. "Don't worry, I
understand...," she said calmly as she stared at the woman deeply.
"What do you mean?"
It was time for Karen to break open this situation. "OK, first off, you should
have locked the door." Karen said as she walked to the bathroom door and turned
the locking mechanism to secure the door. "Secondly, you should never piss
faster than she can swallow. Let me show you."
Karen leaned down and whispered in Heather's ear "Honey I know I promised you no
potty during the day, but I need to go potty in your mouth now. We'll stay an
extra day to make up for it, OK?"
Heather nodded. While she wasn't keen on doing this in front of people, the
extra day made up for it. It's not as if she felt she had a choice.
"OK honey, on your knees please," she announced. As Heather knelt down in the
middle of the bathroom floor, Karen pulled up her dress. Pulling aside the
crotch of her panties, she flexed her pelvis and positioned Heather's head so it
was a few inches away. Once she saw the child's mouth open, she relaxed her
bladder and the sound of a loud hiss broke the air.
Heather found herself again serving as a potty for her mommy, and while she
didn't like being on display, she didn't have time to think about it. As her
mouth filled with piss, she steadied herself. Then after the flow stopped, she
closed her mouth and began to swallow the tepid contents.
"Again." Karen announced as she waited for the five-year-old's mouth to reopen
so she could fill it once more. After doing so, she stopped her flow again,
allowing the child time to swallow.
"Last one." Again, Karen gave the girl a nice mouthful to swallow. Once she had
finished giving Heather her drink, Karen instructed the girl to "Wipe." With
that completed, Karen took her hand off Heather's head, released the crotch of
her panties and then dropped the hem of her dress. After helping the young girl
to her feet, she went to the bathroom door and unlocked it. "It would be best if
we left before anyone else comes in, don't you think?"
Still in a bit of shock, the other woman just nodded.
Opening the bathroom door, Karen held out her hand to Heather. The girl walked
over and took it, as they both exited the washroom. The other woman and her
niece were following behind.
After walking a little ways out into the courtyard, Karen stopped and turned
around. Once the woman was within range, Karen held out her hand. "I'm Karen,
and you must be Janet."
Still trying to absorb the situation, Janet shook the woman's hand. "Yes, yes I
am. I must admit, you gave me a bit of a shock. I'm not quite sure what to say."
"There's no need to say anything. We both know what we were doing. The only
thing we don't know is whom we were doing it with. This is my daughter Heather.
Who is that pretty girl with you?" Karen said with a smile as a means to try and
relax the still petrified young girl.
"This is my niece Stephanie."
"Well it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm sure we all have questions, and since
it's a bit early for lunch, why don't we grab some breakfast at Sleepy Hollow?
My treat." With everyone in agreement, they set off for the restaurant. Since
they had to take the raft back to shore and then walk back, they both made idle
chitchat as the girls followed along behind. While Karen could hear the two of
them talking, she didn't pay attention to them at all.
When they arrived at Sleepy Hollow, Karen ordered herself and Heather each a
waffle with Nutella and fresh fruit, while Janet and Stephanie ordered waffle
sandwiches. With food and drinks in hand, they headed back outside to the small
round tables behind the restaurant, away from the few others who were in that
area.
"Why don't you and Stephanie sit there dear, while Janet and I have a talk."
Without a reply, the two girls did as requested and took a seat at a table that
was about eight feet away.
Since she was feeling more at ease, Janet decided to break the ice. "I must
admit, you gave me quite a shock back there Karen."
"I'm sorry Janet," Karen replied with a smile, "but I don't think there would
have been any way I could have announced my presence and not shock you."
"Quite true."
"I hope you understand why I made contact with you. My demonstration did make it
clear that we're of a like mind. I'm just glad I found someone who shares the
same tastes as me. Frankly, while I enjoy what I do, I've always wanted to talk
about it with another woman."
"I can imagine it's not something you can bring up at the local coffee shop."
Karen laughed along with Janet, "Can you imagine? Oh dear," she added as she
tried to compose herself, "If I could be serious for a moment, and feel free to
decline, but I'd really like to know how this began for you. If you don't mind."
"Well, seeing as we're in the same boat, I think I'm willing to do that. As you
already know, Stephanie isn't my daughter; she's my sister's daughter. I've been
taking care of her for a few years now. I won't mince words; although I love
her, my sister is an alcoholic. She had three kids from three different men, and
she was single living off welfare in a trailer park. I've lost more money than I
can count trying to bail her out only to see her spend more on booze."
"I'm sorry to hear that." Karen offered during a pause in the conversation.
"Things went from bad to worse. She was shoplifting and got caught. To make
matters worse, when the police came to arrest her she assaulted them. So she
ended up with two years of jail and probation. When she was sent to jail, her
other two kids were taken by family from the father's side. Since no one knows
who Stephanie's father is, it was either I take her or she goes to the state. So
I took on the responsibility for her. In the beginning, Stephanie was wild like
her mother. One day I had asked her to clear her room, and she swore at me. That
was the last straw. I had intended to give her a spanking, but she fought with
me."
"Really? That's pretty bold for someone her age." Karen remarked as she listened
intently.
"So we ended up on the bed with my legs scissored around her head. I have a weak
bladder wall, and since I don't have medical I haven't been able to do anything
about it. So all the struggling caused the 'dam to break' so to speak, and so I
ended up pissing right on her face through my skirt and panties. When Stephanie
began to swear at me again, I just lost it. I grabbed her head and pulled it
tight into my crotch, then screamed at her to drink it. Finally, after I started
pulling her hair, she started to slurp down whatever piss fell into her mouth."
"Wow, it sounds like she's quite the handful."
"She was quite the handful, but I've broken her now. After that fight, whenever
she disobeyed me, I dragged her to the shower and pissed in her face. Clothes
and everything. I'd leave her soaked in my piss, hair clothes and all, while I
walked away. Soon the humiliation started to get to her, and she acted out less
and less. My problem is that I started to like it. When I ran out of things to
punish her for, I finally turned the corner."
"What did you do?"
"I waited until she was in the washroom sitting on the toilet, then I went in
naked from the waist down. I just told her, 'I need to piss and you're gonna
drink it'." So that's what she did. I pulled her face between my legs and let
loose. While she spilled more than she swallowed, I just loved the sound of her
gulping down my piss. So that's how it started."
"Do you do anything 'else' with her?"
"If you're asking does she eat me out, the answer is yes. While I've only got
her drinking piss once every couple weeks, I usually get her to give me some
tongue once or twice a week."
"So what made you do it here?"
"Well little miss ungrateful over there was getting a bit whiny, so I told her
that I'd give her something to whine about. That's when I grabbed her hand and
looked for a washroom."
"I guess I owe Stephanie a debt of thanks, since if she hadn't acted up I never
would have met you." Karen added.
"Wow, I never thought of it that way."
"So what brings you to Florida?"
"I'll be honest; I've been trying to bribe her so she would do more. Right now I
only get to piss in her mouth every couple weeks and she eats me out every
Friday night, sometimes Saturday night too if I'm lucky. I wanted more, and so I
offered that if she would drink piss every Saturday that I would take her to
Florida."
"Sounds like a steep price." Karen observed, considering how she got a full
toilet for this trip and the woman was only getting an occasionally bladder
swallowed.
"Well fair is fair; tell me about your little princess. What's her name?"
"Heather is five-years-old, and she's adopted, but not from anyone in my
family."
"You have her well trained; she didn't say a word when you told her to drink
your piss. While Stephanie will do it for me, I usually have to prod her."
"Heather knows her place. For me I have a bit of a different story that led me
to this." Karen began to tell her sad history.
"I'm so sorry." Janet said as she heard about the woman losing her family in a
car accident.
"It was the accident that started it all though." Karen continued, telling the
woman about Lorraine and the circumstances of her getting custody.
"Wow, a hundred thousand!?"
"I really wanted this girl. I know it was a lot of money, and risk, but it's
been beautiful. She's not in school so I use her any time I like."
"Sounds like she keeps you happy. So what brings you to Florida?"
"Are you sure you want to know?" Karen said while lifting an eyebrow. "You might
find the answer a bit unsettling."
Janet paused, wondering what it could be. While she was hesitant, her curiosity
won out. "Yeah, you can tell me. How bad could it be?"
"To put it bluntly, we're here in Florida since I made a deal with Heather. The
deal was that I would bring her here for a week, if she did something for me for
a whole week straight."
"What?"
This time Karen paused, since she was still a bit leery of admitting this to
someone she just met. However, fair was fair. "She had to be my toilet for a
week straight."
While Janet knew it would be something along these lines, she wasn't clear what
Karen meant. "What do you mean?"
"I mean she drinks everything that comes out of my body, and she also eats
everything that comes out of my body. Everything." She repeated the word with
emphasis.
"Oh my God, are you serious?" Janet was incredulous, how could that little girl
manage to do that.
"Yes, very serious. The deal was for her to be my full toilet for a week
straight. In that time she could not vomit or the week started over. Then after
she finally finished her first week, I offered to double it if she would do a
second week. Here's the thing though. Since she would vomit on occasion, it took
her six weeks to finish her two weeks of servitude. My goal was never the trip;
my goal was to make her into my own personal porta-potty."
Janet was stunned. Not offended, but just in disbelief. She herself had had
desires to take it to the next level with Stephanie, but she never had the
nerve. "Does she eat the whole thing?"
"Every morsel." Karen replied in a smooth tone with a steely gaze.
"How do you get her to keep it down? Honestly, I can't imagine how she does it."
"Well she doesn't do it on her own. I'm a vet, which gives me the ability to
secure certain drugs. One drug in an anti-emetic. I mix it in some apple juice
and give it to her about thirty minutes before I need to go. Most times that's
enough to keep it down. Although I also try and do it at night, so that she can
sleep it off."
"I have to admit Karen, my stomach is churning just thinking about it, but it
also tingles something inside me. I've only been doing piss every couple weeks.
Yet you're doing it every single time you need to go. I'll admit; I'm jealous of
you."
"Why should you be? You have Stephanie, and if you work on her, I'm sure you
would be able to do the same."
"I don't know where to begin." Janet signed. While she found the thought
stimulating, she had a hard enough time getting what she wanted now.
"You begin with the lowest common denominator. What you need to make her
understand is that you are all she's got right now. I'm amazed at how we are in
similar situations and yet things are so different."
"Yeah really."
"Let me ask you this, how was she treated by her mother?"
"Well like I was saying, her mother is an alcoholic. Stephanie was never happy
at home and that's why I think she was acting out."
"You need to use that unhappiness. You need to make her feel like you are all
she has left. Once she feels scared to lose you, that's when you move in and
start making her do things to keep you."
"Isn't that a bit cold?" Janet remarked. While she did like the attentions, she
found it hard to be so brutally manipulative.
"How badly do you want this? That's what you need to ask yourself Janet. When I
turned the corner, I made the decision that I wouldn't stop until I got what I
wanted. That's why when I get back home I'll never have to use a real toilet
ever again."
"I know, and I really would love to take things further. I just don't know if I
could do it the way you did."
"Let me ask again, how badly do you want this?"
"Bad enough that I took a week of holidays and all of my savings to make the
two-day drive to Florida."
"You drove that far?" Karen was surprised that Janet would drive instead of
flying.
"Yeah, and we slept in the care overnight on the way here. I'm staying with one
of my aunts. She's retired and is letting us stay for the week."
"What do you do?"
"I work at a retail clothing store."
"Feel free to decline, but would you mind telling me what state you live in?"
"That's OK, I don't mind telling you." Janet said as she told Karen the state
and city she lives in.
"Wow, I'm just to the north." Karen replied as she described living in the state
on the northern border of the state Janet lived in. "Yet you drove all this
way?"
"I don't make a lot of money Karen. It's enough to get by and take care of
Stephanie, but it doesn't leave much for anything else."
"Janet, let me ask you something. If you had the opportunity to spend time with
my daughter, would you be willing to let me spend time with Stephanie?"
"To do what?" Janet asked, seemingly missing what Karen was getting at.
Karen tilted her head forward, raised an eyebrow and smiled a knowing smile.
"Oh, that..." Janet replied, having completely missed what Karen was getting at.
"I'm not sure. I mean, how far would you want to go?"
"All the way." Karen said smoothly. "Look Janet, you and I are cut from the same
cloth. We both have a desire for unequal relationships, where we only take the
pleasure, we don't give it. So why play games? Tell me... If you had an
opportunity to use my daughter's mouth as a toilet, giving her a stomach full of
your special bitter chocolate, would you take it?"
"And I had your permission?"
"Yes..."
"I guess... Well... OK, yeah, I would want to do that."
"Let me get to the point Janet. I told you about how I secured Heather. I'm not
afraid to go after what I want. As much as I love my little potty, I'd love to
have the chance to use Stephanie in the same way."
"How would you like to make a deal?" Karen said. This was not unlike how she
approached Charlie to secure Lorraine's job. "We have an opportunity here. I
don't have to tell you that it's unlikely we will ever meet anyone else that
shares our tastes. Don't you feel relaxed knowing you can talk to me about this
without being judged?"
"I'll be honest, it does feel good. I've kept this a secret for so long." Janet
said with a sigh.
"So let's not lose this. I know this will sound incredibly cliché, but I'd like
to make you an offer you can't refuse."
"What?"
"Come move in with me. While it's only a two-bedroom, I've got a huge apartment
above my store. I'm a vet and I have a pet store downstairs in my clinic. You
can work in the store, and I'll give you a salary with full medical. You'll pay
no rent, utilities or expenses for food etcetera. I'll even buy you a car and
insure it for you. The only thing you'll need to pay for is your own clothing
and personal expenses for yourself and Stephanie."
"Are you serious?" Janet asked with surprise. The last thing she expected was to
get an offer like this.
"Absolutely. Do you have any debts?"
"Yeah, a mortgage and credit card bills."
"I'll take care of that too. You sell your house and whatever you have left
after the mortgage you put in the bank. I'll pay off your credit cards bills,
and you'll cut them up. You'll get a new one, secured by me, and you'll pay it
off every month. No more debt. You'll have a new life."
"This is all so much of a shock. I don't know what to say... "
This was what Karen was hoping for. Much as she did with Charlie, she wanted the
deal to be 'too good to pass up'. She didn't want her having second thoughts.
"Say yes. Just imagine it. With only two bedrooms, it will mean sharing a bed
with one of the girls every night. Just imagine waking up every morning with a
head between your legs eating you to a slow soothing orgasm, and then relaxing
as you unload your morning piss into their mouth. You could have that every
single day. Tell me, what do you give Stephanie for breakfast?"
"Usually cereal, why?"
"What kind of milk do you use, homo or two percent?"
"Two percent."
"Heather has cereal every morning too. I pour a bowl of dry cereal, and then she
kneels on the floor with the bowl under her chin. You know what happens next of
course. I fill her bowl with my piss as the spray spatters on her cute little
face."
"Are you serious?"
"Janet, at this point, do you really think I would be making this up?" Karen
said with a knowing smile.
"What about school?"
"Well Heather won't start until the fall, and there is an elementary school a
short walk away. Don't worry about that. The best part is that we get to train
Stephanie in how to serve a woman properly. I promise you, by the time school
starts in the fall she'll be dropping to her knees at the snap of your fingers.
You'll never need a toilet again when they're not at school. Just imagine it."
"But how will you keep her quiet?"
"I won't - you will. It's easy. Trust me, if you want this, I'll talk you though
it."
"I just don't know..."
Karen took the last sip of her orange juice, and then held out the small empty
bottle to Janet. "Take this and fill it up. No one will see."
"With what?"
"What do you think?" Karen said as she cocked an eyebrow.
"What? Why?"
"Just do it." Karen pressured her further.
Taking a look around, Janet slipped the bottle between her legs and then slid
the crotch of her panties aside. With effort, since she was nervous about being
seen, she finally was able to get a small stream going. Since she couldn't see
the bottle under her dress, she went by the warmth of the container. Once she
felt it was past halfway full, she stopped her flow and waited for the remaining
dribbles to end. With the task complete, she removed the bottle from under the
table as her panties slid back into place.
Karen stretched out her hand, and Janet passed the bottle of urine to her. "I
want you to see just how well trained Heather is." Turning towards the table
with the two girls, Karen called out to Heather.
"Yes mommy?"
"Come here for a moment dear."
Heather walked over to the table, leaving Stephanie sitting watching her.
Once the five-year-old was standing beside her, Karen held out the bottle,
"Honey, Janet needed to go potty but she couldn't wait, so she went in this
bottle. You know what I want you to do...?"
Heather nodded. Considering how often she drank pee at home, this small bottle
was nothing by comparison. While she felt a bit unsettled about drinking this
strange woman's pee, she knew better than to disappoint her only mommy.
"Here you go," Karen said as she placed the still warm bottle into the
five-year-old's small hands. "That's a good girl," she added when Heather
hesitated briefly. "Oh, and make sure you look Janet in the eyes when you drink
it sweetheart, OK?"
Lifting the bottle, she took a brief sniff. The aroma caused her to crinkle her
nose, but she nevertheless lifted the bottle to her lips. After taking a deep
breath, she started to drink the briny fluid as she stared into Janet's eyes.
The pee tasted different from her mommy's, although it was hard to describe. It
was still pee, but it had a different flavor. Brushing that thought from her
mind, she continued to gulp the tepid substance, until the bottle was empty and
she was wiping her lips with the back of her hand. She then let out a small
burp, but she covered her mouth with her hand before she did so.
Sitting in shock, Janet watched as the child drank down her piss without a word
of complaint. While the girl did heave slightly a couple times, if that was
Stephanie she would have been gagging heavily just at the first small swallow.
Reaching out, Karen took the empty bottle from the child. "What do you say?"
"Thank you." Heather said to Janet meekly.
"You're such a good girl for mommy," Karen added, "You go sit back down with
your friend, we'll be leaving in a bit."
Heather nodded and went to sit back down.
"Well?"
"I don't know what to say."
"Tell me you don't want that. Tell me that doesn't appeal to you, and we'll just
shake hands and go our separate ways right now."
Janet sat in silence.
"Or you can tell me that this is the opportunity of a lifetime. Not only do you
get financial freedom and a good job, you get to turn your niece into what you
have always dreamed of. Not only that, you'll be free to share Heather with me
as well. Look at her face." Janet didn't comply, so Karen repeated it louder
with more emphasis, "Look at her."
Janet turned her head to look at the young girl.
"Imagine that beautiful face buried between your thighs for hours at a time.
Imagine lying down and having her make love to your ass. Imagine pissing into
her mouth as her beautiful blue eyes stare up at you. Imagine sitting on a
toilet seat with her face below it, and then lowering your ass and shitting into
her pretty little mouth - knowing she'll eat every bit. Can you see it?"
With a mind rush, mental images of what Karen described danced through her mind.
The mere thought was making her wet as her heart raced. The sound of her blood
rushed in her ears.
"Come live with me Janet. Help me turn your niece into the same kind of girl
that my Heather is. Let me ride that pretty face as I grip her strawberry-blonde
curls. Let me wrap my legs around her head as I piss down her throat."
"Oh God!" Janet blurted out as she found herself becoming intensely aroused.
"So, what's it going to be?"
"OK yes... I'll do it!"
"Excellent..." Karen purred. "You won't regret this Janet, I promise you. After
you've moved in you'll see how good an idea this was. We'll have Stephanie
eating out of your ass in no time."
"And you'll really let me use Heather like that?"
"Provided I can do the same to Stephanie, I insist on it." Karen added with a
seductive smile.
"If you can help me break her, and we can be sure she'll stay quiet, then I'll
be happy to share."
"Trust me, when Stephanie sees Heather doing it, she'll quickly learn her place.
As for keeping her quiet, it will be easy. My apartment is huge and decorated
beautifully. It has everything, including a large screen television with all the
channels possible. I'm a vet, and we have a pet store with all kinds of animals,
including one puppy that Heather looks after that we adopted. If that isn't
enough, I'm also planning on renting a pony on an occasional weekend as a means
to reward Heather for continued toilet service when we get back. I certainly
can't be taking her to Florida every month."
"Yeah really."
"So we don't push Stephanie at first. You keep doing as you have been doing, and
I'll make a show of using Heather. Then, I'll have the pony brought over for a
weekend. I have a stable out back. If there is one thing young girls love, it's
ponies. So once Stephanie has fallen in love with her new 'life', you step in
and break the news to her that you are going to give her back to her mother."
"Why?"
"Think about it. Once she sees what she can have, she won't want to go back.
Would you?"
"No."
"Exactly. She'll beg you to stay. When she does, that's when you tell her the
'price' to stay. You'll keep her here so long as she learns to do what Heather
does. You can mention that if anyone finds out what she is doing, she would be
sent back to her mother as well. What would you choose? A life of luxury with
the occasional time spent pleasuring an older woman? Or a life with an alcoholic
mother that lives in a squalid trailer."
"Oh you're good." Janet remarked with a smile as Karen laid out her plan for
Stephanie.
Karen smiled. "We don't have to push her too hard. Just a bit at a time. Soon
she'll be under the potty chair waiting for you to feed her."
"Potty chair?"
"Oh, yes, I call it a potty chair. It's just a commode chair with the pan
removed. The legs are lowered and with a pillow on the floor you can sit
comfortably while you use the 'toilet'." Karen said as she air quoted the word
'toilet'.
"Oh God are you serious?"
"Janet, not only do I use the chair, she crawls under it herself without me even
telling her anymore."
"Please stop Karen, if you say anymore I'm going to soak my panties."
"There's only one thing..."
"What's that?"
"I'll need you to change your diet if you want this to work. I've done my
research, and for this to work there are some things you can't eat or drink if
you want this to last."
"Like what?"
"Well for starters, becoming a vegetarian is something that is very important.
The bacteria in animal meat can be harmful, so that's something you'll have to
give up. Meat also makes feces smell worse, which likely means it tastes worse
too."
Janet let out a sigh. "Do I have to?"
"It may be hard, but how bad do you want this?"
"I know, I know..."
"I've have a list of foods to avoid. As for fluids, there are just a couple
modifications. First, no coffee."
"You're killing me here Karen!"
"Hey, have you considered that this may be why Stephanie is so resistant? Coffee
makes urine awful. As does alcohol, but if you have alcohol after they are in
bed it should be OK. On the flipside, drinking diet drinks is crucial."
"Really? I thought those drinks caused cancer."
Karen let out a sigh. "No, that's a myth. Aspartame is harmless. Ask yourself,
have you EVER heard of someone dying from Aspartame?"
"Not really."
"Look, this is really important. Artificial sweeteners aren't metabolized by the
body, so they go right out in the urine. That means they make your urine
sweeter. Fruit juices help with flavor, and I keep a fridge full of them. That,
and drink lots of water. Pretty soon, you'll have urine that Stephanie will
never complain about drinking. Why don't you try it when you get back home?"
"I will."
"I'll be leaving on Monday. So you have tomorrow and Monday to think about this.
Should you have second thoughts, by all means say no and we can part ways. I'm
not looking to force you into anything - this has to be your choice."
"I know. I want to do this Karen, I really do. It's so overwhelming right now,
but I can't see myself changing my mind. I just need to sleep on it."
"Hang on..." Karen said as she dug in her purse. Fishing out a business card,
she wrote the name of the resort she was at and the room number. "Here, take my
card. My room number is on the back. If you can't reach me, then call me at the
clinic when I'm back on Tuesday."
After a bit more small talk, Karen parted ways with Janet. She felt it was best
to give her some space so she could think about the offer. While Karen would be
thrilled to have 'another mouth to feed', she didn't want to push Janet into
anything. This had to be her choice. It would be a whole new life for her.
Karen received the call first thing the next morning. Janet accepted the offer.
After returning home Karen made arrangements to ship the possessions they wanted
to keep, (mostly sentimental items) and then flew them out first class.
Before they arrived, Karen had already made the necessary changes to the
bedrooms. Heather's bedroom was turned into a bedroom for Janet and Stephanie.
Since both rooms were large, she was able to put a king size bed in each room.
She moved the potty chair - which she now only used when she needed to give the
girl a meal - into her own bedroom, since Heather would be sleeping with her
now. While she had another potty chair ready for Janet, she kept it out of sight
in the storage room downstairs.
For the most part the first couple weeks were uneventful. Karen was discreet in
her use of Heather, who had accepted her role as full service toilet. Despite
not having a 'lure' as she did with the trip, the child was past the point of no
return. While it took a bit of time for her stomach to get reaccustomed to the
daily assault of urine and the repeated loads of shit, she only spit up on a few
occasions in those two weeks. She had also become better at tolerating the
unpleasant feeling that spitting up brought with it.
Janet was fitting in well down in the clinic. She learned quickly and was able
to get up to speed on the pet food and products that they carried in a short
period of time. Stephanie also seemed to be fitting in well too. Despite being
two years older than Heather, the two seemed genuinely to have fun playing with
one another. In a way, Karen was happy about this, since that was one thing that
was missing in Heather's life. While she had everything she could want at home,
she had no one else to play with - and at times, I think that was depressing to
her. Nevertheless, that was all behind them now.
For the first few weeks, Janet got settled in. Stephanie needed to be relaxed
and comfortable before they could think about doing more. As it stands, Karen
told her it took weeks before she worked up to the point where she started doing
things with Heather. So she resolved herself to wait until the time was right.
Stephanie found herself enthralled at being able to play with the animals and
such. If she didn't feel like doing that, there was always the playroom with the
television. The only thing that was odd was that Aunt Karen would call Heather
and ask her to come to the bathroom. This happened often, and occasionally when
Heather came out, she smelled of pee.
That afternoon Karen found herself bored and needing attention. Since she
wouldn't be able to let Stephanie see what she was doing, she lead Heather into
her office and pushed the small child under her desk. Slipping out of her
panties and kicking off her mules, Karen sat down and pulled up her skirt as she
slid her butt to the edge of the seat. Now that she was in position, she pulled
on the desk to pull herself - and the chair - closer to the desk, and to the
object of her desire.
"Com'on honey, you know what to do. Mommy needs her button licked for a while,"
she said as she blindly reached under the desk with her hands until she grasped
the five-year-old's head. With a firm grip, she directed Heather's face into her
dark forest. "Ahhh," she sighed when she felt the tender lips come into contact
with her weeping pussy. "Good girl." Spreading her legs further so they could
swing around the child, Karen lifted her legs up and loosely hung them over the
girl's shoulders as she casually locked her ankles. Leaning her head back in her
high-back chair, she closed her eyes and gently ran her fingers through the
young girl's hair as Heather serviced her.
As the weeks went by, Karen made use of Heather as she usually did, although she
kept it hidden from Stephanie. It was a bit of a nuisance, since she had wanted
to be able to use Heather as a portable urinal, and she couldn't with Stephanie
around. So at night when they were upstairs, Karen would call Heather to her
bedroom when she needed to 'go'. As the door was closed, the young girl would
kneel beside the bed automatically. After Karen unloaded her urine into the
stomach of the child, she would send her on her way.
Downstairs in the clinic it would be much the same as it was before the others
arrived, although she would just call for Heather by name, she wouldn't say
"potty" as she used to do. Regardless, she would follow the child into the
washroom and use her as she did every time she had to take a piss. The
five-year-old had fully adapted to life as her toilet now, so there was never a
complaint from her lips. Mind you, they were usually pressed against Karen's
cunt, so it's not as if they would be able to say much even if she wanted to.
* * * * *
After a month had passed, Karen had instructed Janet to start getting the older
girl to drink her piss on a regular basis. While Janet had been enjoying
Stephanie's mouth every night when they went to bed, she had left out her other
desires until the girl seemed more comfortable. Now, however, she was in her
bedroom and couldn't wait anymore to have the child move to the next level.
"Babe, I gotta go, make sure you drink it, OK?"
"Do I have to?" Stephanie whined. She didn't like drinking pee, and she had
hoped her Aunt Janet had forgotten about it since it hadn't happened since they
moved.
"Yes you have to. I've done a lot for you, the least you can do is do this for
me," Janet offered as knelt above the girl while the seven-year-old lay in their
bed. "Don't spill either or you'll be sleeping in it." With that, Janet
attempted to release her urine slowly, although the beginning came out in a
gush.
"Mmmmmfffff!!" the young girl moaned as her mouth quickly filled with briny
fluid. Despite her protestations, she quickly began to gulp down the salty
beverage. She noticed that Aunt Janet's pee wasn't as bad as it used to be.
While she still didn't like it, there was a subtle sweetness to it, and a bit of
a fruity taste. Putting aside her objections, she closed her eyes and focused on
swallowing the flow as it pulsed into her small mouth.
"That's good baby, just like that," Janet cooed as she tried to regulate her
flow so it didn't overwhelm the child. "This is how it's going to be now," she
continued. "It's too good for me to give this up. So get used to it baby,
because Auntie wants you to drink it all."
As she continued to swallow, Stephanie pondered what her aunt was saying. While
this certainly wasn't her first time drinking Aunt Janet's piss, it seemed
different in how she was being treated by the woman. In the past, she was
treated like she was doing a favor for her aunt, and now she was being treated
as if it was expected. That's not all. More and more often, her aunt was
dragging her head to the junction between her legs so that Stephanie could
pleasure her with her mouth. Things were a lot more 'active' since the move.
"Ahhhh..." Janet said with a sigh as she clenched her buttocks and gave the girl
the remaining squirts, "that's better. You just keep licking while I relax for a
while, then you can go to bed. Keep licking..." With hands gripping the girl's
head, Janet enjoyed the girl's mouth for over an hour before she let Stephanie
go to sleep.
* * * * *
Over the weeks, ever since her first piss into Stephanie's mouth, Janet had been
slowly increasing the frequency. She paid close attention to Karen's
instructions, which soon had the young girl complaining less and less. Soon the
girl was becoming accustomed to it. While she didn't jump for joy when it was
asked of her, she seemed resigned to it. However, despite the increase in
frequency, she kept it to a maximum of once a day so as not to overwhelm the
girl.
Janet credited Karen's advice on what to drink and not to drink for helping her
to get this far, and so she made sure she always heeded her suggestions. The
seven-year-old was even allowing her mouth to be used in front of the others.
While she was reticent, Janet soon treated it as normal and natural. Of course,
it helped that Karen had been using Heather in front of Stephanie now, and after
the initial shock, it became a common sight for the young girl to see Heather
kneel while Karen took a noisy piss in the five-year-old's mouth. So when Janet
wanted to do the same, there wasn't too much of an objection.
"I think it's time," Karen said to Janet as she watched the woman take an early
morning piss into her niece's mouth. The four of them were in the living room,
and as Janet enjoyed Stephanie's mouth, Heather didn't bat an eye. The
five-year-old knew exactly what was going on, and she was pretty much
indifferent about it all.
"Time for what?" she replied as she tried to focus on not giving the girl too
much piss at once.
"When you're done, let's talk in the kitchen." Karen got up and walked away,
leaving the women to finish using her potty. In a couple minutes, Janet entered.
"How do you do it anyway?"
"Do what?"
"Wear skirts and dresses all the time. Don't you get tired of it? Don't you miss
pants?"
Karen chuckled at Janet's remarks. While there was the odd occasion when she
missed wearing pants, she had gotten over that long ago. "In the beginning it
was an adjustment, but when I know I can simply lift up my hem and have Heather
give me a good licking or swallow my piss, it makes it all worth it. Anyway, I
wanted to talk to you about Stephanie. I think it's time for her to go all the
way."
"You mean..."
"That's right. It's time for you to give her the meal you have wanted to give
her for some time now."
"How will we do it though? She'll never eat it."
"Of course she will. I have two drugs I use."
"Drugs? Do we have to?" Janet quickly responded with concern.
"If you want to do this, yes. It's just two of them, and I have used them on
Heather with no problem at all. I would never do to Stephanie something I
wouldn't do to Heather. They're not extreme. One drug we just need to use the
first time, or perhaps the second time as well. It's called GBA and will help to
relax her and make her open to suggestion. The second is Dolasetron, it's an
anti-emetic. That means it will stop her from vomiting. It works on the brain
and not the stomach, so it's much more effective that other alternatives. If you
want to do this, she needs to take these drugs. I just mix them in apple juice
and Heather never knows."
"Wow, you really do think of everything."
"This is why you need to let her know she won't be eating lunch."
"Why?"
"It's just too much for the body to handle. Even though the stomach would be
empty by dinner, it's better she be really hungry. That way she faces mental
pressure to eat. "
"OK, I'll tell her something."
"Oh, and no piss for her after lunch today."
"OK."
"Janet," Karen replied, "this was a dream of mine. I had no intention of being
denied it. This is your dream too, so if you really want it, this is how you can
achieve it."
"I know; it's hard to imagine that it's actually going to happen. I still can't
believe it."
"Believe it. Tonight you'll be watching her eat your shit right in front of your
eyes."
That evening, as Karen was setting the table, Janet approached her.
"I thought you said she wouldn't be eating before we did it," Janet asked with a
puzzled look on her face.
"She won't be. The first time she eats it will be right off a plate."
Janet instinctively raised her hand to her mouth in shock. "Are you serious?!"
"Very. She going to sit there and eat your shit for dinner. Right in front of
you."
Janet closed her eyes as she tried to remain composed. Her libido was doing
back-flips at hearing how Stephanie would be eating crap from a dinner plate.
"We need to call the girls in to give them their 'apple juice' now, since it
takes time to work," Karen said as she called out to the living room. "Girls?
Come to the dining room please." After the two girls appeared, Karen handed a
glass to Heather. "Here you go honey." Then picking up the glass that had the
added drug, she passed that to Stephanie. "This glass is for you." The older
girl took it without incident. "You two drink those and then go watch
television." As Karen stood with Janet watching, both girls downed their
respective glasses of apple juice before placing the empty glasses on the table
and walking away.
Roughly a half-hour later, Janet went to the living room to call in the girls.
"OK you two, time to eat." As the two girls followed Janet back into the dining
room, she could see Karen was already putting a couple salads on the table for
the adults.
"Com'on honey," Karen called out to Heather, "Mommy's meal is ready for you."
She had told the five-year-old that she would be eating off a plate tonight,
although the young girl didn't seem to care. After everyone was seated, Karen
stood up and walked over to Heather's side of the table. "Hold out your plate
dear so I can give you your dinner."
Heather did as instructed, knowing exactly what to expect next. As her mommy
casually went potty on her plate, she stared as the poo came out. Despite not
liking it, she was always fascinated by seeing it come out since it looked so
odd.
Stephanie's eyes grew wide as she saw Aunt Karen lift up her skirt. She was
wearing no undies, but what happened next shocked her. The woman backed her bum
up over the plate Heather was holding, and then she started to poo! Sitting in
shock, Stephanie stared in disbelief as the woman began to deposit a large poo
on Heather's plate. Then with a soft sickening thud, it fell to the plate.
"Mommy needs her toilet paper please. Go ahead and put down your plate." Karen
said in matter-of-fact manner to Heather as she kept her skirt pulled up.
With meek resignation, Heather put her plate on the table. Then sliding to the
edge of her chair, she used her small hands to part the white globes. It took
some effort, since she wasn't that strong, but soon her target was in front of
her. After taking a deep breath, she buried her face in her mommy's cheeks and
began to clean up any remaining streaks of poo. She was actually fortunate this
day, since there wasn't very much to clean. While she knew she still had a
disturbing task ahead of her, she knew if she got any of the poo juice on her
face, she wouldn't be allowed to wipe it off.
"That's a good girl. Make sure mommy's hole is spotless, and then you can eat
your dinner."
On the other side of the table, Stephanie was still staring in awe at the sight
before her. Heather had put her face between Aunt Karen's cheeks and was licking
the woman's bum. If she hadn't seen it with her own two eyes, she wouldn't have
believed it.
"Doesn't that look nice?" Janet said to Stephanie, "See how Heather is so good
to her mommy?"
Stephanie didn't respond or even turn her head; instead, she just kept staring
at the pair.
Heather had now finished her disturbing task. "I'm done mommy."
"Alright, you go ahead and start eating your dinner before it gets cold. Did you
want something to drink?"
"Yes please," came the quiet reply from Heather.
"OK, give me your glass." Karen said as she reached out and took the glass from
the girl. With her skirt still pulled up, she moved a few feet to her chair.
Lifting up her left foot, she made sure that she was facing Stephanie. With the
glass now under her pussy, Karen began to fill the small glass with her piss.
Once she neared the top, she stopped her flow and then waited for the remaining
drops to fall into the glass. Putting her leg down, she leaned over and placed
the glass on the table beside Heather's plate.
"Thank you." Heather said as the glass of pee was placed on the table. Normally
her mommy didn't have her drink pee when she ate poo, but she knew not to say
'no' when asked. Since it was only a small glass, it wouldn't make much of a
difference to her. Heather saw she had no fork beside her plate, so she went
ahead and used her fingers to break off pieces of poo rather than ask for a
fork.
"Don't wait for me you two." Karen said as she returned to her seat. "As you can
see my darling girl Heather is very good to her mommy, aren't you dear?"
"Yes mommy." the girl replied as she was chewing a mouthful of poo.
"Don't talk with your mouth full please." Karen gently reminded the young girl.
After quickly working to clear her mouth of the fetid matter, she replied, "I'm
sorry mommy."
"That's OK honey, just remember for next time. Now keep eating your dinner. We
want Stephanie to see how you are a good girl who eats everything on her plate."
Turning to face Janet and Stephanie, Karen continued, "As I was saying, Heather
is a very good girl and eats and drinks everything I give her. That's why we
were in Florida for two whole weeks. Isn't that right honey?"
Remembering not to speak with her mouth full of poo, Heather just nodded.
"She also gets all kinds of toys too."
Heather nodded again.
"Stephanie..." Janet began to speak, trying to snap the girl out of her trance.
"Stephanie?" This time Janet placed a hand on her arm and gave the girl a bit of
a shake.
For her part, Stephanie was still in shock, but she forced herself to look away
from the sight of Heather eating poo. The younger girl was just using her
fingers to take chunks and put them into her mouth. She wasn't complaining or
anything. Turning to look at Janet, Stephanie still had a lost look in her eyes.
"What do you think?" Janet said, "She seems to like it. Wouldn't you like to try
some of that?"
"I'm sorry Janet," Karen interrupted in a false manner, "but Heather likes to
eat everything herself, don't you sweetheart?"
While Heather would have been more than happy if Stephanie took some from her
plate, it was clear that wasn't the answer her mommy wanted. She nodded her head
and continued to labor chewing a particularly large mouthful of crap that had a
lot of lumps in it.
"Yes, but I'm sure Janet would be happy to give you some dinner of your own to
eat, wouldn't you Janet?"
"Of course. Here Stephanie, you hold your plate in your lap like Heather did."
Janet said as she handed the stunned girl her plate. "Now let's get you some
dinner, you must be hungry." She said as she stood up and walked around to the
other side of the girl. "Hold the plate out."
Karen got up and walked over, since Stephanie was having some trouble. "Com'on
honey, just hold the plate out like this, that's a good girl," she said as she
helped position the girl's plate under Janet's ass.
As Janet began to push, some gas escaped and blew into Stephanie's face.
Although the young girl crinkled her nose, she didn't move. It felt so
completely foreign to be having a dump in the middle of a dining room onto a
plate being held by her niece. If anyone had told her she would be doing this
now, she would have told them they were crazy. Yet here she was.
Stephanie's eyes bulged as she saw the beginning of a poo exit from her aunt's
bum. As it wormed its way out, she found herself oddly transfixed by the sight
of it. She had never seen anyone poo before, not even herself. It was so strange
to watch it happen. The sound was quite clear and as the log was pushed out, she
heard the sickening crackle.
Karen stood beside the girl, helping her by moving the plate so nothing fell off
the side. Janet's shit was somewhat hard and as a result, it broke off in
chunks.
With a bit of a plop, the last of Janet's poo dropped onto the plate in front of
her. Would they want her to eat it?! They couldn't really expect her to do this.
"Now honey, I need toilet paper too. Your tongue will do nicely." Janet said as
she backed her ass closer to the girl.
"Here dear," Karen interjected, "let's put your dinner on the table so you don't
spill it."
As the woman helped her put the plate on the table, she watched as her aunt
backed her poo-stained bum into her face. "Com'on now. You've licked my bum once
before, the only difference is that it has a bit of my poo on it."
"Com'on dear, you can do it." Karen said as she knelt down and brought a hand to
the back of the girl's head. "Janet, why don't you spread your cheeks to help
Stephanie this time."
Doing as asked, Janet pulled apart her cheeks, exposing her shit-stained ass to
the girl.
"Now let's wipe Aunt Janet like a good little girl." Karen cooed softly as she
gently but firmly began to press the girl's head towards the messy task in front
of her. "That's right...," she continued, as the girl didn't resist. Soon
Stephanie's face was within an inch of its target. "Go ahead dear, stick out
your tongue and start licking."
Stephanie was still in shock, and the GBA had prevented her from otherwise
recoiling from the sight before her. Feeling a hand on the back of her head, she
wanted to resist, but for some reason she didn't. The anxiety was melting away.
Soon she saw hands parting the two pale buttocks, revealing the brown stained
eye. It almost appeared to be like lips that were puckered for a kiss. As her
face was gently pressed between her aunt's cheeks, she could smell what they
wanted her to lick. She wanted to run, but she couldn't.
"Just a little lick," Karen whispered softly in Stephanie's ear, "and it will
all be OK. Trust me. All you need to do is lick it and it will all be OK."
Closing her eyes, Stephanie began to slowly snake out her tongue. As it touched
the surface before her, she got her first taste of poo. Jerking her tongue back
in, she recoiled briefly, before her head was pressed back between the twitching
globes.
"You aren't going anywhere until it's spotless honey. So just give in to it. The
sooner you lick it clean the sooner you'll be done." Karen said as she resumed
pressing the girl's face into Janet's ass.
Janet thought this was a lost cause, but then all of a sudden she felt the young
girl as she took a lick. Then another, and then another. While they were small
and tentative, they were a start. Looking back, she saw Karen as she took her
hand off the back of Stephanie's head. Nothing was holding her there now. She
was doing it. She was licking her shit-stained ass!
"Such a good girl you are Stephanie." Karen said as she stroked the child's
hair, "You are making Aunt Janet so very happy. Make sure to lick up everything;
that's it."
For her part, Heather was still eating her own meal, albeit she was going slowly
since she was drawn to the spectacle playing out on the other side of the table.
Was this what it looked like when she cleaned her mommy's behind? Heather
involuntarily let out a large retch as the piece of poo she put in her mouth
contained a small pocket of fluid that tasted particularly vile. Despite the
taste, her mind had long ago become resolved to her fate. Quickly chewing, she
hoped mixing the fluid with the rest of the poo in her mouth would help to
dilute the bitterness.
Karen heard the noise Heather made and she turned to look at her. She saw the
girl's face had an expression that clearly indicated the child had found the
shit more revolting than usual. With a haughty grin, she smiled down at the
five-year-old, who briefly stopped chewing and gave a weak smile back displaying
her brown stained teeth. Nodding at Heather, Karen returned her gaze to
Stephanie, who was still working on cleaning the ass in front of her.
"Oh God Karen," Janet began, "I can't believe this! While I imagined it would be
good, I never dreamed it would be like this. I'm having a hard time just
standing. Is she almost done?"
"Let's take a look." Karen said as she indiscriminately grabbed a fistful of the
girl's hair and pulled her head back. Looking at Janet's ass, she could see the
vast majority of shit stains were gone. What was left wasn't really of
consequence given that this was her first attempt. "She did pretty good. Let's
get her started on dinner before it gets cold," she added as she released the
girl's hair. "Janet, why don't you pull your chair closer to Stephanie's so you
can help her eat."
Dropping the back of her dress, Janet wobbled over to her chair and sat down.
Then doing as suggested she slid her chair closer to the girl's chair.
Karen knelt down, and crawling under the table pulled out a pair of Heather's
tights and proceeded to tie Stephanie's right ankle to the table leg. After what
happened with Heather, she figured it would be best to be proactive. The young
girl didn't resist.
"What are you doing?" Asked Janet.
"Just a little insurance to make sure Stephanie can't leave the table until she
cleans her plate."
Janet's face rolled into a smile as she understood the remark. "You do think of
everything, don't you?"
"That I do." Karen replied with a smile. "Now it would probably be best if you
fed her the first bite. Keep it very small. Just a nice morsel to brown that
cute little mouth of hers."
Picking up the fork, Janet's hand was shaking slightly as she brought it down to
the smelly mass before her. She couldn't believe she was actually going to do
this. As she cleaved off a small chunk, she saw Stephanie watching her intently.
"You know what I want to do with this, don't you?" she said as she moved the
fork closer to the girl's still-closed mouth. "Open wide please."
For her part, Heather was absent-mindedly eating her 'dinner' as she watched the
spectacle unfold across the table from her. Since her attention was diverted,
she was no longer letting out an occasional retch. If anything, she found
herself fascinated at Stephanie's demeanor.
Stephanie was still in shock, as she watched her aunt raise a fork full of poo
in front of her mouth.
"Try being more stern, but don't overdo it. No anger." Karen offered quietly as
she walked back to her seat.
"Stephanie, don't make me tell you again please. Open your mouth."
The young girl slowly opened her mouth, seemingly unaware that she hadn't done
so.
"There we go. OK, let's just slip this right in there." Janet added as she slid
the small piece of shit into the girl's mouth. Almost as quickly as the lump
popped into the girl's mouth, she spit it back out again. Letting out a sigh,
Janet turned to look at Karen.
"I think we may have to give her a bit of help to get started." Karen offered as
she rose from her seat. Walking back over to stand beside Stephanie's chair,
Karen pinched the young girl's nose shut.
With her nose pinched, Stephanie opened her mouth to breathe. As soon as she
did, she saw her aunt pick up the piece of poo she spit out and raise it back to
her mouth. She tried to turn her head away, but Karen held her in place. Since
she was distracted by Aunt Karen's efforts, she quickly found herself with a
small piece of poo in her mouth.
As soon as Karen saw the fork leave Stephanie's mouth, she released her grip on
the girl and shifted to close her mouth forcibly as the girl started to heave.
Although the girl struggled weakly, her eyes were more wide in disbelief than
anything else. "OK sweetheart, I know it's hard, but I need you keep it in your
mouth."
"You can do this," Janet added with encouragement, "just don't think about it
and you'll do fine."
Not unlike what happened to Heather, Stephanie's struggles unintentionally
caused her to press the chunk against the roof of her mouth, where it spread
itself out.
"Shhhh..." Karen cooed as she tried to calm the young girl down by stroking her
hair. "Just relax and it will all be OK. Shhhh..."
Stephanie's struggles began to weaken as she started to come to terms with her
circumstances. Of course, the GBA was also helping to drain away her anxiety,
and soon she found herself sitting still and staring ahead blankly.
"That's a good girl; you just relax with your Aunt's dinner in your mouth. Just
get used to it."
'Get used to it?' Stephanie asked in her mind. She didn't think she would ever
be able to get used to it. The vile bitterness of her Aunt Janet's poo was
something she impossible to push aside. Despite the occasional heave, she didn't
seem to be getting sick. It was confusing to her. If it tasted this bad, why
wasn't she getting sick?
Karen slowly allowed her grip to loosen once she felt the girl capitulate. With
a final stroke of Stephanie's hair, Karen let go of her head. "OK now dear...
See? You're OK," Karen said calmly. "You know what you have to do Stephanie. Go
ahead and swallow what's in your mouth. If you spit it out we'll only put it
right back in again."
Resigned to the fact that she believed Aunt Karen's threat, Stephanie slowly
attempted to swallow some of the pasty mass spread against the roof of her
mouth. Closing her eyes, she took her first swallow. Revulsion rippled through
her as the sloppy substance slid down her throat.
"You did it honey!" Janet said as she heard Stephanie take her first noisy
swallow. She felt the dampness between her thighs as she shuffled in her seat.
"I told you that you could do it. Now clean your mouth and swallow what's there.
You have a lot more to go and we don't want this to take all night," Karen said
as she stood beside Stephanie. Soon she saw the young girl grimace again as she
swallowed. Then the telltale indication she was done was when she opened her
mouth and sat panting slightly.
"What now?" Janet asked as she looked up at Karen.
"Just as we said. Stephanie needs to finish her dinner," Karen said as she
absent-mindedly stroked the girl's hair. "She knows what she has to do. Don't
you honey?"
Stephanie sat stoic as she started at the plate of poo in front of her. Would
she really have to eat it all? She didn't think she could possibly do it.
Janet took her fork and again drew off a piece, this time slightly bigger than
the tiny chunk she gave the girl to start. "Open wide," she directed as she
moved the fork to Stephanie's mouth. Although the seven-year-old hesitated
briefly, she nevertheless opened her mouth. After sliding the shit inside, Janet
removed the fork. "Close and chew," she said to Stephanie as the girl sat there
motionless with her mouth hanging open.
As she closed her mouth, Stephanie again felt the horrid taste of the substance
within it. Her eyes began to water as she began to chew the fetid mass within
her mouth.
Walking back to her seat, Karen sat down and began to eat her own dinner before
it got cold. "You should try and eat while Stephanie is eating."
Seeing that Stephanie was chewing fairly slowly, Janet put down the shit-stained
fork on the girl's plate and picked up her own. Taking a bite of her dinner, she
let out a long blissful sigh. It felt like she was in heaven as she heard the
girl beside her eating her shit.
While Stephanie gagged on occasion, she nevertheless worked her way though the
lump of poo. She quickly came to find that the substance had many textures, and
so she needed to chew it before she could swallow. Soon she found her mouth
empty again and she used this break to speak her first words. "Could I have
something to drink?"
"I'll get it," Karen said as she rose from the table and went to the kitchen.
After filling a small glass with water, she returned and placed it before
Stephanie. "This is all you'll get, so make it last dear."
Stephanie reached out and picked up the small glass. After bringing it to her
lips, she uncontrollably took a large gulp, but stopped herself before taking a
second one. Placing the glass back down, she sat staring at her plate.
"You're a big girl now Stephanie," Karen said after turning to face the girl,
"so you go ahead and pick up your fork. You can feed yourself dinner."
Looking down at the fork resting on the edge of her plate, she tilted her head
and pondered just what she was about to do. As she picked up the steel
instrument, it felt a lot heavier than it should have. Or did it? She was still
a bit confused. Nevertheless, she drew her fork down and carefully used the side
of it to slice off a piece of the brown mass. With that done, she speared it
with the tines and raised it to her lips. As much as she wanted to stop herself,
she felt powerless. Pushing the poo into her mouth, she extracted the fork and
then began to chew. It was all becoming clearer to her now. She knew that things
would never be the same.
"Excellent honey!" Janet gushed with praise as she saw the girl stuff a piece of
shit in her mouth on her own accord. "You keep eating like that and you'll be
done in no time."
As the two children sat silently eating their respective platefuls of shit,
Karen and Janet chatted idly back and forth. They both seemed to have satisfied
smiles on their faces and they occasionally would look at the child eating a
plate of their shit. While the children would occasionally let out a retch or a
gag, for the most part dinner proceeded without incident.
Karen had finished her meal, and not long afterwards, she saw Janet do the same.
A glance at Heather saw that the sweet child was nearly done with her task too.
While the five-year-old staring off into space, she was still stuffing chunks of
her shit into that tiny little mouth of hers. Only a few inches of her shit
remained. Despite this though, Stephanie was barely a quarter of the way through
her meal.
"Heather, come here for me dear." Karen called out.
Quickly licking her fingers to remove the brown stains of poo, Heather jumped
down from her chair.
"Janet, why don't you get Stephanie to put her arms down at her side, and then
push her chair in as close as you can to the table."
Janet was unsure of what Karen had in mind, but she complied nevertheless.
Taking the fork from Stephanie's hand, she placed it on the plate and then
gently pressed the girl's arms down to her side. Once done she got up and pushed
the girl's chair in close to the table.
Heather had reached Karen's side. In a force of habit, she knelt down, tilted
her head back and opened her mouth, expecting her mommy wanted to potty in her
mouth.
"No, no honey. I'll potty in your mouth later." Karen said dismissively, "Stand
up for me please." Once the girl did so, Karen leaned down and picked the child
up under her armpits. With little effort, she lifted the five-year-old and sat
her down on the edge of the table beside Stephanie. "Janet, pick up Stephanie's
plate for me please."
While still unsure what Karen had in mind, Janet nevertheless complied.
"Honey, you slide over so your legs are on either side of Stephanie, OK?" Karen
instructed.
Having heard the instruction, Heather complied, lifting one foot over Stephanie
so that her legs straddled the girl sitting in front of her.
Stephanie looked up at Heather, wondering what was going to happen. While the
younger girl returned her gaze, she gave no indication that she had any idea
what was to happen either.
"Janet, go ahead and give the plate to Heather." Karen said before continuing,
"Heather, you hold onto the plate for a moment while I explain what I want you
to do."
With the loaded plate in her hands, Heather sat wondering if she would have to
eat more poo.
"OK, here is what I want you two to do. Heather," Karen said as she looked at
the child, "I want you to feed Stephanie her dinner." Turning to face Stephanie
Karen concluded, "And your Aunt Janet will expect you to be a very good girl and
eat every bite, is that understood?"
Stephanie, her will broken, didn't face Karen but nodded nevertheless.
"We'll expect you to eat faster," Karen said to Stephanie before turning her
attention to Heather and continuing, "and Heather won't stop feeding you until
you have eaten it all, won't you Heather?"
Heather shook her head, still a bit surprised at this development.
"Then when you're done honey you can finish your dinner, OK?" Karen said to
Heather with a smile as she gave the five-year-old's head a gentle caress.
Heather nodded again.
"Janet why don't you help me with the dishes and we'll leave these two alone so
they can finish eating." With that said, Karen walked to the kitchen and Janet
followed close behind.
"That was amazing Karen." Janet said once they were in the kitchen and out of
earshot. "I never thought I would see it, let alone watch it."
"I know, but it looked like you were getting a bit unsettled, that's why I
thought it best to take a break and get you out of there. How are you feeling?"
"A bit queasy, I'm surprised you noticed. I know this is what I wanted, but it's
still gut-churning to watch her eat it like that."
"Don't worry, soon you'll be feeding her straight from your behind, and so you
won't need to worry about seeing it. That reminds me," Karen remarked as it in
afterthought, "You'll need to start practicing how you have a bowel movement."
"I'm not sure what you mean..." Janet asked with confusion.
"You can't just drop your ass on her mouth and let it all go. If you really want
to go all the way with her, you need to practice releasing small chunks. It's
actually harder than it sounds. For me it took weeks before I could get into a
proper rhythm. Remember, we're doing more than shitting into their mouths; we're
turning them into toilets. While Heather is much further along, you will still
need to bring Stephanie along. It takes time to get them to accept that their
mouths are our toilets."
"How long?"
"For Stephanie, it will really depend on how well she can keep it all down. Even
with the anti-emetic, she will still have events of vomiting. You'll need to be
there when it happens to reassure her. Always say that 'next time' she'll do
better, so she understands there will always be a next time. She can't be
allowed to think that spitting it up will mean you won't use her like that
anymore. She can't be allowed to think it is a 'way out'."
Back in the dining room, Heather was ready and waiting to give Stephanie her
first mouthful of 'food'. While the women had used forks to feed Stephanie,
those forks were now gone. Since she had been using her fingers to eat her own
dinner, she was now ready to do the same with Stephanie. Holding a small chunk
of poo in her fingers, Heather watched and waited.
Soon Stephanie had finished forcing her current mouthful, and her glazed eyes
looked up at Heather. She had watched as Karen placed Heather in front of her,
and knew what the younger girl was going to do. Even still, she felt powerless
to resist. She was in way over her head, and it was now a matter of just trying
to endure what she was going through.
Heather moved her hand with the piece of poo closer to Stephanie's mouth and
waited as she rolled it with her fingers. After some hesitation, the older girl
slowly opened her mouth, prompting Heather to push her poo-laden fingers inside.
Once the lump had been deposited in Stephanie's mouth, she withdrew her hand and
reached down to cleave off another clump of poo from the remainder on
Stephanie's plate.
Each time Stephanie finished a mouthful of poo, the younger girl was quick to
stuff more in her mouth the second she opened it. The tiny fingers would
deliberately deposit the mass on her tongue and then they would be dragged
across her bottom teeth as Heather removed them. This action caused whatever poo
was on the fingers to be scraped off. There were times when she hadn't swallowed
what was in her mouth, but she opened it to breathe only to have more stuffed in
by the little girl.
For her part, Heather was starting to like this. It was nice for someone else to
eat poo for a change. Since she was so relaxed, she was casually swinging her
bare feet that hung off the side of the dining room table. As the minutes
passed, the duo worked in silence on the task assigned to them. When the plate
was nearly empty, Heather had an evil thought. Lifting her foot and placing it
on Stephanie's chest, Heather used the older girl as leverage as she leaned
backwards across the table. Reaching out, she grabbed the chunk of poo she
hadn't eaten and placed it on the Stephanie's plate. Once she was back in
position, she could see the girl look up at her, but Stephanie's eyes were
empty.
The last of her Aunt Janet's logs had been consumed, and now the five-year-old
was feeding her a chunk of Aunt Karen's poo. While she wanted to resist, she was
too far gone. As Heather fed Stephanie chunks of Aunt Karen's poo, Stephanie
looked up into the young girl's eyes. She could see Heather looking down at her
with a look of superiority on her face.
After feeding the older girl the last of the remaining poo, Heather said her
first words to Stephanie. "Clean my fingers," she said coldly as she forcefully
pressed her messy digits back into Stephanie's mouth. This felt weird to
Heather, but she kept her fingers in place as she felt the girl's tongue
swabbing away. With her fingers likely clean, she unceremoniously pulled them
out of Stephanie's mouth and hopped down off the table. With Stephanie's plate
in hand, she walked around the table to pick up her own, which she quickly
licked clean before heading to the kitchen.
Karen was busy talking with Janet when she saw Heather enter with the two empty
plates. "All done sweetheart?"
"Yes mommy."
"Did you remember to clean your plate?"
"Yes mommy, see?" Heather replied eagerly as she held out the stack of two
plates with hers on top. The white plate was spotless.
"That's a good girl. Put those on the counter then you can go watch television."
Heather did as instructed and walked away. Although she still had the taste of
poo in her mouth, her saliva had long washed most of it away. She was tempted to
ask for a drink, but decided not to push her luck. She might get pee instead of
water or juice and she didn't feel that was any better right now.
"I guess we should check on Stephanie," Karen remarked as she rose from the
table, with Janet in tow. When she reached the dining room, she saw the older
girl sitting stoically in her chair. She had a lost look on her face and a
glazed look in her eyes. She was broken. She was defeated. Without speaking,
Karen moved over and knelt down to untie the girl from the table leg. Once done
she stood up and pulled back the girl's chair. "All done now," she said, "that
wasn't so bad now was it?"
Stephanie didn't respond to their questions, instead continuing to stare
straight ahead. Feeling her leg was now untied, she pulled her feet together
underneath her chair and crossed her ankles. She could still taste poo in her
mouth - and even though the thought made her sick - she was simply in too much
shock to do anything about it.
"Alright, up you go." Janet said as she pulled back the girl's chair further and
helped her up. "Go and watch television with Heather and I'll bring you
something to drink."
With a zombie-like gait, Stephanie went to the living room and sat down slowly
on one of the couches. Her stomach was full, and she started to feel rumbles in
her intestines. Despite its protestations, her body had already begun to digest
the fetid meal.
"Here you go dear," her aunt said as she placed a cup of water on the end table
beside Stephanie.
With a quivering hand, the older girl reached out to pick up her drink, and then
took a sip. With the fluid rinsing away some of the awful taste, she took
another sip. This continued as she did the best she could to rinse away the
taste. It would never all be gone though. She knew she would never get this
taste out of her mouth. Ever.
The following day began a new life for the four females. At dinner the following
week, as they all ate the same meal, Karen announced how she was going to be
bringing a pony into the stable for the weekend. The eyes of Heather and
Stephanie lit up as she revealed this, and Karen smiled knowing this was just a
way to assure the children never tired of their new role in life.
As the days passed and the weekend approached, Janet had waited before having
Stephanie eat her shit again. Karen had said that it was important to make her
choose. So that night she did just that.
After Stephanie had spent the better part of an hour between Janet's legs, she
creamed the young girl's mouth one last time and then directed her to come back
up and lie beside her in bed before they went to sleep. "We need to have a
little talk." Janet said to Stephanie in a serious tone.
"About what?"
"About you going back to live with your mother."
Stephanie was in shock. Despite what had happened between her and her aunt, she
still really liked it here. She had everything she wanted. Toys, a big TV with
every channel and a nice place to live in. When she was with her mother, she
lived in a squalid trailer, sleeping on a dirty sofa and watching a tiny TV that
only got a handful of channels with the antenna. She would be lucky to get one
good meal a day. Plus they were going to have a pony on the weekend. "But why!?"
Stephanie said with tears filling her eyes.
Suppressing a smile, Janet said, "Because I need a girl who will do everything I
ask of her."
"But I do!"
"I know you do, but I want more. I need a girl who will drink my pee all the
time. I need a girl who will eat my poo all the time. I need a girl who won't
ever complain any time I want her to lick between my legs. That's the girl I
need."
Stephanie paused for a moment before replying. As the implications of this sunk
in, she realized this would be a huge choice she had to make. She had been sick
for days after eating poo. Then there was the pee she drank once a day. She
didn't like it either, but she did it. Now she was considering that her Aunt
Janet wanted her to do these things all the time.
Since the young girl hadn't replied, Janet turned up the heat. "OK honey, well
you go to sleep and we'll get you packed to go back to your mother tomorrow."
"No, I don't want to go back there!" she said with tears in her eyes.
"You want to stay with me?" Janet said as an evil smile crept across her face.
"Yes! Please!" Stephanie pleaded.
"Then I need someone to be my toilet. Will you be my toilet? That means
everything." Janet pressured her further, "Any time I have to pee, you drink it.
Any time I have to poo, you eat it. Any time I want you to lick me, you do it.
No complaints - ever. Will you do that? Will you?" Janet could see the young
girl was overwhelmed, which is exactly what Karen said would happen. So she used
that to pressure her when she was the most vulnerable.
Stephanie was in a panic. She didn't want to be a toilet, but she didn't want to
go back. Her mind weighed the options. She had two choices. As the seconds
ticked away, she came to realize that while what she did for Janet wasn't
pleasant, the alternative of moving in with her alcoholic mother in an awful
trailer was too much to bear. So she made her choice. "I'll do it!" she said in
a panicked voice. "Please don't send me away," she added as she began to sob.
"There, there..." Janet said as she pulled the girl into a hug. "You'll be my
toilet? No matter how often, no matter if it is pee or poo, will you do it?
You'll eat and drink everything I give you?"
Stephanie sniffled. "I'll be your toilet," she said meekly with a sniffle.
"Then you don't have to go back. You can stay here as long as you're my toilet.
But the minute you refuse it's back to your mother, understood?"
"OK," Stephanie replied weekly, knowing that things would never be the same.
"That's a good girl. No more crying then." Janet said as she lifted the covers.
With a hand on the back of the girl's head, she pushed her underneath the
covers. "Since you're going to be a good girl, you go ahead and lick me until I
fall asleep."
* * * * *
The following morning Janet woke up Stephanie and helped her begin her new life.
As the young girl knelt and drank down Janet's stale morning urine, she ran her
fingers through the girl's soft hair and pondered how good life would be for her
now.
That day Karen brought the other 'potty chair' up from storage, and helped Janet
and Stephanie learn how to use it together.
Stephanie quickly learned just how different life had become for her now.
Looking up through the toilet seat, she realized that she was no longer the same
girl she used to be. As she gulped down the briny offering from Aunt Janet, she
gave in and began to accept her new life. Each time she found herself regretting
her choice she would remember the alternative.
With practice, Janet had trained her body to only need to have a bowel movement
every third day. While it was an adjustment, it wasn't as hard as she thought
since she had changed her diet too. Janet had intentionally had a bowel movement
just before bedtime the night before, which meant the young girl had a three-day
reprieve.
Soon though, the seven-year-old was underneath the toilet seat chair, facing the
other direction. She knew what this meant and she was scared.
"Now baby, I need to poo in your mouth. It will be different than at the dinner
table since you'll have more to eat at once. Just remember to keep chewing and
swallowing. Don't think about it. Just pretend you're a real toilet and your
tummy is the toilet bowl." Putting pressure on her intestines, Janet felt
butterflies as she felt her ass being pushed open from the inside. "OK, here it
comes..."
The pillow under Stephanie's head pressed her up so that her mouth was securely
in place over Aunt Janet's hole. Nevertheless, it still felt very weird the
first time she felt the anus press outwards. It was like it was trying to push
its way into her mouth. When the first crackle of poo entered her mouth, she
found herself oddly calm. She was trying to take her mind to another place,
despite her tongue being coated with poo as the woman above her filled her
mouth. Almost as soon as it started, it stopped.
"You start on that. Remember, just keep chewing and swallowing." Soon she felt
the seven-year-old's jaw as it moved to work on the shit inside her mouth.
Tilting her head back and looking upwards as if daydreaming, Janet felt tingles
run down her spine. She felt complete now. It all seemed to feel right to her.
This is the way it should have been all the time. Although she heard the
occasional retch or heave, it sounded so far away to her now. When she felt the
young girl stop chewing, she pressed her bowels again, giving Stephanie more
shit to swallow. The 'apple juice' she was given made sure she was able to
tolerate what she was enduring.
For her part, Stephanie had very much stopped thinking and just let her body
take over. She was chewing and swallowing instinctively now. Her body knew what
it had to do, and it was doing it. While it would rebel on occasion, the
rebellion would be short lived, as she knew more poo was on its way.
No words were spoken as the two females carried out their respective tasks.
Janet took care not to overwhelm the young girl, and Stephanie just focused on
eating the poo as fast as possible. The two of them worked in tandem, until they
reached the point where Stephanie's tummy had a small but subtle bulge.
"Lick me clean and then you're all done baby." Janet said with praise. Once the
girl had finished her task, Janet stood up and moved the potty chair away from
Stephanie so she could stand up easier. "See? That wasn't so bad."
While Stephanie didn't agree, she felt too unsettled to dispute it. So she just
meekly nodded in agreement and accepted that this would be the first of many
nights that she went to bed with a tummy full of poo.
Reaching down a hand, she helped the girl stand up; then walked her straight to
bed. Karen had said it was best to do it right before bedtime in the beginning
so the girl could sleep it off. "Good night baby." Janet said as she gave the
seven-year-old's stomach a gentle fondle. Sliding into bed beside Stephanie,
Janet fell asleep and had the most beautiful dreams.
As the weeks passed, Stephanie adjusted to her role as well as could be
expected. A month later, both girls were indistinguishable in terms of their
talents as 'potties'. Once both women were comfortable with the idea, Karen and
Janet began swapping the girls. While the two children were initially a bit
anxious, they quickly learned that both women had the same desires and would use
them in the same way.
It actually made life that much easier for Karen and Janet, since they no longer
had to seek out their 'personal' toilet. Both girls would be able to handle
their waste. To put off any possible bickering, Karen announced that when they
asked "Whose turn is it to be potty?" should the girls try and bicker, the women
would both use them immediately. So there was no escape from it. As such, the
girls would take turns swallowing whatever woman gave them without complaint.
For the children, the only difference between the two women was that Janet still
had a monthly period, while Karen did not. As such, both girls learned to serve
as Janet's personal sanitary pad when she was menstruating. It was a bit of an
adjustment, but both girls had long since had their spirits broken.
At night, the women often exchanged girls as well. This was quite enjoyable
since the two girls both had their own 'quirks' that made using their mouths
quite pleasurable. It became so pleasurable that both women decided that the
girls would be 'home-schooled'. What they had was too good to give up, even for
an hour.
As the years passed, Lorraine never did come back or ask about Heather. The
young girl never asked about her old 'momma' either, seemingly resigned to the
fact that she had been left behind to be this woman's 'potty'.
As for Stephanie, she did occasionally consider her options while ingesting one
of her aunt's ample 'meals'. However, going back to her alcoholic mother was
worse than what she endured here. An upset stomach in a life of luxury was still
better than an empty stomach in a squalid trailer.
It should come as no surprise that Karen and Janet became almost like sisters.
They were not attracted to women, so neither had any sexual desires of the
other, but they both seemed to 'connect' with one another on a level usually
reserved for couples. On many days, the two of them would be relaxing in the
living room as they chatted casually, each with a girl's head under her skirt.
Minutes would become an hour, then two, but time was meaningless to them when
not at work.
All that mattered was their pleasure.
In the end, the drunk driver that had killed Karen's family did more than just
kill two people. He created someone who, had he known the outcome, would likely
have made him swear to never drink again.