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 Title: Doctor Jekyll and Mrs.  Hyde
Author: Shushali
Summary: An accident that kills a woman's husband and daughter serves as
a catalyst to propel her into a world where she seeks to extract vengeance
for her loss on an unsuspecting young girl.  (~68.5K words)
Keywords: FFgg, coer, reluc, inc, ws, scat

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   Doctor Jekyll and Mrs.  Hyde by Shushali

   FOREWORD

   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.

   CHAPTER 1

   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.

   CHAPTER 2

   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.

   CHAPTER 3

   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.

   CHAPTER 4

   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.

   CHAPTER 5

   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.

   CHAPTER 6

   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.

   CHAPTER 7

   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.

   CHAPTER 8

   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.

   CHAPTER 9

   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.

   CHAPTER 10

   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.

   She wouldn't finish it at all.

   CHAPTER 11

   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.

   CHAPTER 12

   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.

   CHAPTER 13

   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?"

   Heather nodded silently.

   "Good girl."

   CHAPTER 14

   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.

   CHAPTER 15

   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.

   Heather would adapt.

   CHAPTER 16

   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.

   CHAPTER 17

   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.

   CHAPTER 18

   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.

   CHAPTER 19

   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.

   CHAPTER 20

   "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.

   CHAPTER 21

   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.

   CHAPTER 22

   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."

   "I don't know Karen..."

   CHAPTER 23

   "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.

   CHAPTER 24

   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."

   CHAPTER 25

   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?"

   CHAPTER 26

   "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.

   CHAPTER 27

   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.

   EPILOGUE

   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.

   The end

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