Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Title: Fetid Love
Author: Shushali
Summary: Sequel to 'Fetid Hunger'.  With his kidnapping behind him, a
man begins to fall in love with a young girl that uses him in disturbing
ways.  (~36400 words)
Keywords: gM, slow, coer, ped, ws, scat

   FETID LOVE

   The soft glow of morning sun warmed the room as Ally's lithe legs slid
sluggishly over the side of the bed.  Since her mattress was high off the
floor, the toes on her lightly suntanned feet splayed as they searched
for--and found--the soft bedroom carpet below.

   After a brief stretch, and a silent yawn, Ally absent-mindedly wandered
to the head of Luke's mattress in the corner of her room.  It was laid
directly on the floor, so she had no difficulty stepping astride his
peacefully sleeping face.

   As Ally had done every single day over the past few months, she was
going to use Luke to have her morning potty.  Even though he hadn't yet
awakened, that would soon change when she eased herself down onto his mouth
and felt the soothing caress that only his warm lips could provide.

   It was invigorating to start the day peeing into his mouth, although
Ally could never quite put her finger on a singular reason why.  She would
occasionally think of the days before her mommy asked her to use Luke in
this odd and disturbing way.  Back then the thought of doing something like
this would have revolted her; but the looming threat that her mother would
go to jail quickly changed her mind.  While she didn't know what
'embezzled' meant, she did understand that it was something bad.

   When her mother made a tearful plea for Ally's cooperation as a means to
blackmail Luke into staying silent, Ally reluctantly agreed.  Nevertheless,
she felt bad that Luke had to be starved of food until he gave in to her
mother's disturbing demands.

   While it took some time for Ally to become comfortable with the idea on
sitting on someone's face, it took even more time to relax and go potty
while she did it.  However, her reluctance soon evaporated when she
realized just how powerful it made her feel.  Here she was, an
eleven-year-old girl, using a twenty-five year old man as her toilet.  How
many girls her age could say the same?  How many women could say the same?

   It also took practice for Ally to get used to using him in this new way,
since it was so different from using a real toilet.  She couldn't just go
all at once, since he wasn't able to eat it fast enough.  So she learned to
feed him a little at a time, then waited until she could feel him lick at
her hole, letting her know she could give him some more.

   Their sordid 'dance' would continue until he had emptied her.  At that
point, she would sigh contently as his tongue cleaned anything left behind.
While it tickled in the beginning, it quickly became a satisfying part of
his service to her.

   But all Ally wanted to do was protect her mother.  She never wanted to
be mean to Luke.  Yet, her mother told her that this was the only way she
could be sure that he wouldn't 'tell'.  It took a few weeks, but his hunger
finally got the better of him.  A video recording of him eating her poo was
all that was needed to protect her mother.  After three weeks of struggling
to consume her potty on a daily basis, Luke's body finally gave in to her.

   In the end, Ally grew to enjoy this kind of treatment, and never wanted
it to end.  Although she knew it was hard on his body, that's what made it
special to her.  His submission made her feel powerful.  It made her feel
like she was a princess.

   Yet as Ally nonchalantly lifted up her nightie and squatted over Luke's
head on this lazy June morning, she noticed that he didn't look well.  His
pale face was soaked in sweat and he was breathing shallowly.

   After running to the hall, Ally's bare feet skidded to an abrupt stop as
she shouted, "Mommy!  Come quick!  Something is wrong with Luke!"

   ###

   As they sat in the hospital hallway, Erica held Ally's trembling hand.
She was a bit surprised at how much this event upset her daughter.  While
Ally had become fully accustomed to using Luke as a human toilet, Erica
didn't realize how much her daughter had bonded with him emotionally.

   "Is he gonna die?" Ally asked with fear in her eyes.  Even though she
went potty in Luke's mouth, she still cared about him as a person.  From
her perspective, he was more than just a potty.  If anything, that Luke
would drink her pee and eat her poo made her tingle inside.  She knew that
he was doing something intimate for her.  But it was more than that.  Ever
since he moved into her room, he became dedicated to her every need.  In a
strange way, it was almost like having a father again.

   When Ally looked into Luke's eyes, she knew he would do anything to make
her happy.  And he did.  Never once did he ever say 'no' to anything she
asked of him.  He was completely submissive to her, and she didn't want to
lose the bond they had formed between them.

   "I don't know honey, they say he's really sick.  Yuno, I can always find
someone else to be your potty.  What about a nice girl your own age?  It
would give you someone new to play with, and she could be your potty too."

   "No!  I want Luke," Ally said loudly.  "Please mommy...," she added with
pleading eyes and a whimper.

   "OK, OK...  Settle down," Erica said in a calming voice with a somewhat
bewildered expression on her face.  "You wait here and I'll see how he's
doing."

   Erica left Ally in the waiting area under the watchful gaze of the
reception staff a few yards away as she walked to the nurse's station down
the hall.  When her eyes met those of a nurse behind the desk, she asked,
"Could you tell me how Luke is doing please?"

   The nurse glanced down at a stack of clipboards.  After finding the one
she wanted, she said, "Let me get the doctor.  One moment please..."

   ###

   A few minutes later, a woman arrived carrying Luke's clipboard.  "Hi,
I'm Doctor Morrison.  You're Luke's wife, yes?" she asked with an inviting
smile.

   "I'm Erica.  We're a common-law couple.  How is he?"

   "He's recovering from septicemia.  It's fortunate that you got him here
quickly.  I found a minor lesion in his mouth, so I suspect that he
contracted it after biting his tongue and then consuming contaminated food.
What has he been eating of late?"

   Erica had long ago planned for this potential event.  She knew it would
only be a matter of time before Luke became ill.  While she didn't know
what the ingestion of feces could do to a human body, she knew it wasn't
good for him.  "He eats a lot of raw oysters.  My daughter and I can't
stand them, but he loves them.  Since they're so easy to get here on the
island, he has them every day."

   The doctor nodded as she made notes on Luke's chart.  "Sadly, fecal
contamination of raw oysters is common.  As you know, our water filtration
is rudimentary, and coastal waters can become polluted after heavy rains.
In any case, since we caught it quite early, he shouldn't need to be here
more than a day or two.  He responded surprisingly well to antibiotics; he
must have a exceptionally strong immune system to have consumed them for
this long without becoming ill."

   "Can I be honest with you doctor?" Erica asked.  "He's as bad as a
smoker when it comes to his oysters.  I know once I get him home he'll be
eating them again.  Is there anything you can prescribe to help prevent
this from happening in future?"

   The doctor raised an eyebrow at this unorthodox request.  "You do
understand it wouldn't be ethical of me to prescribe drugs to treat an
avoidable condition," she said flatly.  "So long as he stops eating the raw
oysters, he'll be fine."

   Undeterred, Erica decided to try a different tack.  "Doctor Morrison, I
noticed that the hospital looks as if it's seen better days.  At least
compared to facilities in the United States."

   "As I'm sure you know, we don't have the resources down here that they
do in America.  What are you getting at?" the doctor asked through narrowed
eyes, clearly aware that the woman had an agenda.

   "My point is that while Luke's health is important to me, it's even more
important to my young daughter.  She adores him, and I don't want her to be
upset like this again.  When her father died over a year ago, she was
devastated.  Losing the closest thing she has to a father now would crush
her.  Luke takes care of Ally in ways that I can't, and I don't her to want
to lose him." After a brief pause, before the doctor could respond, she
added, "However, I had been planning on making my yearly donation to
charity soon, and knowing that Luke's health would be proactively protected
would be worth a lot to me."

   Doctor Morrison nodded as she took in what was being suggested.  The
funds would go a long way to helping support hospital improvements.  While
she wasn't about to jump at the chance, she did want to hear what this
woman wanted to offer.  Lowering her voice and tilting her head forward,
she asked, "How much?"

   With a slight curl in her lips, Erica said, "One hundred thousand.  A
wire transfer.  In return, you provide me with all the medications I need.
Luke would be able to eat all the tainted seafood he likes.  But should he
become ill, I want to have the necessary drugs on hand to treat him
immediately."

   The doctor began to consider the ethical implications.  Since these
drugs weren't narcotics or other controlled substances, it wasn't as if she
was feeding an addiction.  No one would question what she would need to
prescribe.  While she was certainly smart enough to know there was more to
this than she was being told, the money was hard to pass up.  It would
benefit a lot of patients.  As much as her ethical conscience wanted her to
refuse, she pushed those thoughts aside.

   "Well...?" Erica asked quietly as she stared at the doctor.

   "Considering the impact it would have on your daughter's mental health,
I'll make an exception in this case," Doctor Morrison said adroitly. 
"While I don't quite understand why he won't just stop eating raw oysters,
I'm prepared to provide you with the medications necessary to fight off the
strains of bacteria we found in his system.  However, you should be aware
that the more you use them, the less effective they may become.  If that
happens, come in and see me."

   Erica smiled.  She knew that, since the bacteria came solely from Ally's
feces, these drugs would assure that Luke could continue to feed from her
daily.  "Thank you doctor.  My daughter will be very happy to hear that."

   "Barring any complications, he should be able to go home in a couple
days."

   Erica smiled.  "Excellent.  I'll call my bank and have them transfer the
funds over right away.  When he's ready to be discharged, you can give me
the details."

   "Very well," the doctor said.  "If you'll excuse me, I need to make my
rounds."

   "When can we see him?" Erica asked.

   "Come in for visiting hours after dinner.  He should be strong enough to
see you then.  If you'll excuse me," the doctor said with a nod as she
walked away.

   "Thank you," Erica said before returning to the waiting room.

   ###

   Ally got up and rushed over to her mother as soon as she emerged from
the hallway.  "Well?" she asked with a mix of fear and anticipation as she
bounced on her toes.

   "Luke is going to be fine," Erica said with a smile.  "He needs to be
here for a couple days though."

   Relief washed across Ally's face as her hunched up shoulders relaxed. 
"Can he still..." she said bashfully as she looked up at her mother with
longing, while unconsciously squeezing her legs together.

   Leaning down, Erica whispered into her daughter's ear, "Be your potty?"

   Ally nodded with solemn yet eager eyes.

   "Yes, he can.  I've worked it out with the doctor so he won't get sick
again."

   "Thank you mommy!" Ally gushed as she flung her arms wide and gave her
mother a tight hug.

   As Erica stood up straight, she again found herself amazed at how much
her daughter had bonded with Luke.  While it certainly wasn't what she
intended when she planned to kidnap Luke, it was hard to deny how happy
Ally had become since he had become her personal 'slave'.  Since they were
living alone on an isolated part of a Caribbean island, there weren't any
friends for Ally to play with.

   However, it was necessary given that she didn't want to attract any
unwanted attention.  She also wanted to make sure that her daughter didn't
accidentally tell someone what her mother had done.  Aside from a teacher's
visit once a month during the school year--to help with home
schooling--Ally was alone.

   Erica found herself conflicted though.  It wasn't easy to deal with the
thought of a man being 'intimate' with her daughter.  Although Luke didn't
have sexual contact with Ally--a chastity device had seen to that--he was
still a man that repeatedly fastened his mouth to her daughter's genitals.
Despite the fact that she was the one who had forced him to do this--as a
means to 'keep him quiet'--it was still somewhat unsettling to her, as a
mother, to know that it was happening.

   Part of Erica wished that she put a stop to it after she had secured
Luke's silence.  It was disgusting to force him to become her daughter's
toilet, but being able to record a video of him 'in the act' assured that
he would never talk.  One could only imagine the fallout of a recording
showing him servicing a young girl in this way.  While she had to starve
him near death before he relented and capitulated, it was still something
that would have ruined him if he didn't give in.

   Nevertheless, Erica still offered him the chance to live with her and
Ally when she found out that Luke's disappearance led him to lose his job
and apartment.  It may have been short-sighted of her, but there was an
appeal to having Luke become Ally's new 'nanny'.  She could be assured that
he would never speak about what happened, and he would never pry into her
affairs.  He was a fully broken man, and it had substantial appeal to her
for sake of personal security.

   In the end, this hospital experience made Erica realize that--even
though she never intended it--Luke had become a permanent fixture in Ally's
life.  Given that he was her constant companion, and would cater to her
every whim, there was no way to turn back the clock.  Luke 'belonged' to
Ally now, and Ally didn't want to give him up.

   Erica smiled and reached down to stroke her daughter's hair.  "You're
welcome sweetheart.  Now let's go home and you can come visit Luke after
you finish your dinner."

   ###

   Without Luke in the house, Ally felt lonely.  Later that day, she had
the strange experience of peeing in a toilet for the first time in months.
Since she was so accustomed to using Luke's mouth, that it felt foreign to
sit on the cold seat and not his warm face.  It unsettled her to the point
that she found herself reluctant to use the bathroom.

   That evening, Ally pulled hard on her mother's hand as they crossed the
parking lot to enter the hospital.  Once they arrived in Luke's room,
Ally's face broke into a smile as she rushed to the side of his bed.

   Erica smiled politely when she entered the room.  "So Luke, it seems
you're going to live after all," she said in a mildly sarcastic tone.

   "I'm sorry to disappoint you," Luke deadpanned in response.  Turning to
face Ally, he said, "But I'm glad I get to see Ally again."

   Ally smirked bashfully at Luke's endearing remark.

   "How do you feel?" Erica asked.

   "Like I've been hit by a truck.  But I'll live.  To be honest, I felt
worse when we were at the cabin." Luke recalled his starvation at the hands
of Erica, and the mental distress he endured as he was trained to become
Ally's personal toilet.  A spontaneous shudder rippled though his body as
he remembered how trying an experience that had been for him.

   Erica leaned down, and in a lowered voice, she said, "As I'm sure you've
noticed, I removed your chastity device.  But don't get used to it.  You'll
have to put it back on when we get home."

   "Yeah, I know," Luke said with a nod.  While it was nice to be free of
it for a while, he knew the reprieve would be short-lived.  Nevertheless,
it's not like he would be sexually active anytime soon.  His desire for
sexual release had dwindled over time, and rarely thought about it anymore.
Since he never had a desire to have sex with Ally, nor with her mother who
enslaved him, he pushed those urges out of his mind whenever they emerged.

   With her head still lowered, Erica quietly said, "I know you don't feel
well, but you still need to continue to take care of Ally's...  'needs'
while you're here.  If you don't, you might get sick again when you get
home."

   Ally nodded shyly.  "I had to use the toilet and I didn't like it," she
said with the hint of a pout on her lips.  Despite being happy to see Luke,
her mind was already drifting to thoughts of when she could use his mouth
as her potty again.

   "It might be a bit risky to do that in here; don't you think?" Luke
asked, surprised that Erica didn't want him to have even one day free from
consuming Ally's waste.

   "Ally, do you need to pee?" Erica asked, ignoring Luke's observation.

   "Yeah, I gotta go bad," Ally said with unease as she hopped on her toes.
"But I was saving it for Luke."

   "I'm not sure if I can keep it down," Luke said, again trying to get a
reprieve.

   "Please Luke?" Ally asked with a childish frown.

   Despite his condition, Luke knew he couldn't say no to Ally's angelic
face.  He had long ago become a slave to her desires, and not even his poor
condition could compete against the mental conditioning he had endured. 
"OK," Luke said with resignation as he gave in to Ally.  "Erica?  Could you
stand in the hall and keep an eye out?"

   "Sure.  Have her come get me when she's done," Erica said with a bit of
a snide smirk as she exited the room.

   Once the door had closed, Ally quietly said, "I missed you."

   A gentle smile came to Luke's face.  "I missed you too." Although he had
only been in hospital ten hours, he had never been apart from Ally for
longer than it would take to for him to have a shower or do a bit of work
around the house.  Wherever Ally went, he followed.  It was almost as if he
was connected to her by an invisible leash.

   Moving up to the head of the bed, Ally took Luke's hand in hers.  It was
only today, when she thought Luke might die, that she finally understood
her feelings.

   She loved him.

   After the death of her father, she missed having a man in her life. 
While Luke filled a far different role than her father, he was still
someone who cared about her in a way that no one else did.  She knew that
Luke would do anything for her, and being her potty was the prime symbol of
how much he cared about her.  While this wouldn't seem logical to an adult,
it was logical to her.

   "Ally?" Luke asked as he gazed up into her eyes.

   "Yeah?"

   "When I was really sick this morning, I was sad because I thought would
never see you again." Luke squeezed her hand.  "I know it's not normal for
me be your potty, but I like to do it because it makes you happy."

   "You really mean it?" Ally asked in an unsure voice.

   "Of course I do," Luke said with a smile.  As he stared up at Ally, her
bright blue eyes felt like they were gazing into his soul.  He couldn't
imagine life without her.  It was much more than about serving her bathroom
needs though.  Every day Luke would help her dress, brush her hair, make
her breakfast, and then play with her during the day.  When it was time for
Ally to have a shower, he would kneel and gently wash her lissome body. 
Manicures and pedicures were commonplace.

   When they were out on the beach, Luke would give her a shoulder ride any
time she asked.  She spent so much time on his shoulders that he could see
a tan line on her inner thighs where his head would be.  At home, if she
wanted him to drink her pee, all she needed to do was yawn her thighs wide
and say his name.  Luke's feelings made him think of Ally like a daughter.
There was nothing he wouldn't do for her.

   After a minute of minute of silence, Ally blurted out, "I love you
Luke."

   Luke's eye's widened and his pulse quickened as a rush of emotion
flooded his body.  While he had strong feelings for her, he wasn't quite
sure if she felt the same way--given how she was using him.

   As Ally squeezed Luke's hand, she knew that she loved him like a father.
When she thought he might die, she recognized that he mattered to her more
than she ever realized.  Her eyes ever so slightly began to water.

   After a pause to consider his response, Luke smiled, and said
gracefully, "I love you too.  More than anything in the whole wide world."
While he wasn't sure what kind of love this was yet, he knew there was a
passion that burned inside of him.  Ally was everything to him.  She was
all that mattered.  If her life was in danger, he would die for her,
without a second thought.  What started with his kidnapping, had evolved
into so much more.  Even though it was clear this wasn't a romantic love,
it was still something that touched him deep inside.

   Ally beamed at Luke when he professed his love to her.  While she wanted
to say more, she didn't know how to put what she felt into words.  Instead,
she just squeezed his hand tighter and dropped her head as she looked up at
him through starry eyes.

   "You better hurry before someone comes," Luke said as he let go of her
hand.  The silence was awkward, so he wanted her to do what she needed to
do before Erica questioned why it was taking so long.

   It only took a moment for Ally to shove down her panties and kick off
her flip-flops.  Although she didn't wear panties at home, her mother made
her wear them since she was going out.  With ease, Ally clambered up onto
the bed.  After grabbing Luke's hand for balance, she stared down at him.

   "Come sit on my chest, it'll be easier for me that way," Luke said as he
helped her sit down.  When she was seated, he could see under her sundress.
While he had seen her vagina hundreds of times before, this time it seemed
different to him--although he didn't know why.  "I'll lift my head up.  You
put your feet behind my head and cross your ankles.  Then I'll lay my head
back and you pull yourself forward, OK?"

   Ally nodded and did as he instructed.  When Luke lifted his head she
deftly slid her bare feet behind and tightly locked her ankles.  After he
laid his head back on her feet, she pulled herself closer to his mouth. 
When she was close enough, she lifted her sundress out of the way and
slipped it over his head.  Reaching down a hand to the lump under her
dress, she expertly guided her mound to Luke's mouth.  "Ready?" she asked
when she felt his lips caress her special place.

   Luke raised his hands and laced his fingers with hers.  "Mmmm..." he
replied as he readied himself for what was to come.  In what was
uncharacteristic of him, he closed his eyes.  When the flow of Ally's urine
entered his mouth, it was like nothing he had ever tasted before.  Despite
swallowing hundreds and hundreds of loads of her pee, it was different this
time.  With each swallow, a ripple of pleasure washed down his spine.  He
was enjoying this in a way he never had before.

   As her bladder gradually emptied, Ally let out soft moan and squeezed
Luke's fingers.  With an almost imperceptible rocking motion, she immersed
herself in this new experience.  Now that she knew Luke loved her, it made
what he was doing all that more special.  Once she had fully drained
herself into his mouth, she released Luke's hands.  Lifting up her
sundress, she weaved her hands into his hair, pulling his face snug as he
began to wipe her clean with his tongue.  Yet when he was done, she still
wasn't ready to release him.  The touch of his lips brought a tingle to her
body.

   With the last remnants of urine safely tucked away in his stomach, Luke
continued to lap at Ally's flower.  When he felt her hands grip him
tighter, it made him realize that she wanted more from him than just potty
service.  While no words had been spoken since they began, he felt an
incredible rush of passion.  Snaking his tongue in between her folds, he
carefully searched upwards until he found her small bump.  It was a place
he had never explored before.

   Ally gasped loudly when she felt Luke's tongue touch her in a new way.
With her jaw slack and her eyes wide, she pulled her legs in tight to lock
his head firmly in place.  Although she didn't know what he was doing, she
knew she didn't want him to stop.

   Erica pushed open the door slightly, and without looking in whispered,
"Hurry up, someone's coming."

   Despite how good it felt, Ally quickly detached herself from Luke and
jumped down off the bed.  With nimble moves, she had her panties on within
seconds.  As she stepped into her flip-flops, a mournful sigh escaped her
lips as she looked over at Luke with longing.  Although she wasn't sure
what he did in those few moments, it felt amazing.

   As he lowered his head back onto the pillow, Luke exhaled deeply and
basked in the pleasure he experienced.  Although it was interrupted, just
having the chance to briefly please Ally orally was something that made his
head spin.  While oral sex was something he enjoyed giving in his past
relationships with women, Ally wasn't a woman.

   "Ally?" Luke asked as he returned her gaze.

   "Yeah?"

   "Your mother can't know that you love me.  You know that right?"

   "But why?"

   "Because if she found out she would send me away.  It's OK to say you
like me, and it's OK to say you like me being your potty.  But we need to
keep your love a secret, at least for now anyway.  OK?" Luke said as he
gently grasped her hand.  Pulling it up to his face, he kissed the back of
it.

   Ally smiled and nodded.  If this was what it took to keep Luke with her,
she wouldn't risk losing him by telling her mother how she felt.  If
anything, she knew that once she had Luke back home, she'd be able to use
Luke in ways she never had before.  While she wasn't sure what he had done
today, she knew that she wanted him to do it more.  Lots more.

   "Com'on honey, we have to go.  Say goodbye to Luke," Erica said as she
entered the room.

   "Bye Luke.  See you tomorrow," Ally said as she walked to her mother and
followed her out.

   ###

   The next day, Ally was happy that she was able to see Luke again. 
During each of the visiting hours she would climb up onto his bed and have
a relaxing pee.  Then, for a few moments, she would close her eyes and
enjoy the feeling of Luke's tongue as it made her feel good.

   "Why did you stop?" Ally asked with a hint of annoyance as she slipped
off the bed.

   "We have to be careful Ally.  If you take too long we might get in
trouble.  I'll do it all you want when we get home, OK?"

   Ally smiled at Luke's remark as she pulled on her panties.  She was
looking forward to having Luke back in her bedroom again.  It made her feel
safe at night knowing he was there.

   ###

   With the sun lingering on the horizon, Luke smiled when Ally entered the
room.  "How's my special little girl doing today?"

   With a sweet smile, she said, "OK."

   Luke beckoned Ally to come closer.  When she was beside him, he said, "I
didn't have dinner tonight.  I told the nurses I wasn't hungry."

   "How come?"

   "I thought that you might have something for me to eat instead."

   A bashful smirk came to Ally's face as she unconsciously stepped out of
her flip flops and stood with her bare feet together at the side of his
bed.

   "I'm glad you still know your place Luke," Erica said with a hint of
disdain in her voice.

   "My 'place' is to serve Ally."

   Erica's face turned sour.  While Luke was supposed to be a 'special
nanny' for Ally, his zeal could get a bit too...  passionate, at times. 
"Try not to be too long," she said flatly to Ally.  With a slight huff, she
walked into the hall and closed the door behind her.

   "I've been saving it since yesterday, is that OK?" Ally asked with
unease.  Despite expressing her reservations, she didn't hesitate to lift
her skirt and briskly push her panties to the floor in anticipation of what
was to come.

   "It's not good to hold it like that Ally," Luke said as he reached out a
hand to help steady Ally as she climbed up onto his bed.

   "But I don't wanna use the toilet anymore," Ally said with a frown as
her bare feet made depressions in the mattress.

   "Well don't worry about it.  Once I'm home, you won't ever have to use
the toilet again," Luke said with a smile as the young girl stood with her
feet astride his ears.

   Ally used Luke's hand to help keep her balanced as she sank down onto
his face.  Since she needed to pee first, she positioned herself that way.
She didn't bother tell Luke before she started.  She didn't need to.  No
matter what she put in his mouth, he always swallowed it.  Hospital or not,
today would be no different.

   As Luke began to gulp down Ally's brackish urine, he let his tongue wash
itself in the bubbling brook inside his mouth.  Soon the stream turned to a
trickle, and then to a dribble.  Not long after it started, it was over and
he was removing any trace of fluid from her precious flower.

   While Ally wanted to enjoy more time with Luke licking her privates, the
pressure in her bowels quickly reminded her of what she needed to do.  With
a slight shuffle, she moved forward to give him her other hole to service.
"Ready?" she asked as she fully relaxed her weight onto his face.

   Luke ran his tongue in circles around her rosebud, and then pressed the
tip inside.

   "Mmmm...," Ally quietly moaned in approval of the touch of his tongue.
She almost was tempted to enjoy more of his attention, but her colon again
reminded her that she really had to go.  On a normal day she would need to
push to deliver 'dinner' into Luke's mouth.  However, the pressure in her
bowels meant the opposite.  All she had to do was relax and the her body
did the rest without any effort on her part.  What she didn't consider, is
that this meant she wouldn't be in control.

   "Ahhh...," Ally said with an exaggerated childish sigh of relief as her
bowels fully relaxed and began to release its bitter offering.  While she
had no concept of what it was like to eat poo, at that point, she didn't
care.  She had to go, and he was going to eat it--there was no turning
back.

   As Luke's tongue continued to circle around her rosebud, he felt it
blossom.  Soon the tip of her offering was pushing his tongue back.  When
the column of waste began its journey into his mouth, he quickly noticed
the consistency was markedly firmer.  However, as he attempted to chew a
bite, Ally's meal continued to steadily exit from her hole.

   Ally didn't normally poo this way.  A typical evening would have her
sitting on Luke's face, pushing out a mouthful at a time.  Then, she would
pause and wait for him to finish swallowing, before she gave him more. 
Afterwards, she would smile down in satisfaction when her colon was finally
empty.

   Yet today, Ally found herself closing her eyes and tilting her head back
as an unfocused expression of contentment spread across her face.  She
wanted to see just how much Luke loved her, and this would be how he proved
it.

   With wide eyes, Luke quickly realized that he wouldn't be able to eat
fast enough to match the speed at which it was exiting her bottom. 
However, Ally didn't notice his distress.  "Mmmmf!" Luke moaned as he tried
to get her attention.

   "Shhh...," Ally said tersely as she dismissed Luke's protest and gripped
his head tighter.  While she wasn't cruel, it's not like he hadn't eaten
her poo a hundred times before.  Whatever he wanted to say could wait until
she was finished.  She really had to go and she couldn't stop now--even if
she wanted to.

   Now in a panic, Luke knew he only had two options.  Either he could push
Ally off his face, and risk her falling to the floor, or he could attempt
to swallow her feces whole.  The first option wasn't something he would
ever attempt.  He then considered that if he began to choke--since he was
in hospital--help wouldn't be far away.  With his choice made, he girded
himself for the second option.  Up to this point he had always chewed and
swallowed each bite.  This was uncharted territory for him.

   As Ally's poo slowly and silently slithered into Luke's mouth at a calm
and languid pace, she let out another long pleasured sigh.  The pressure on
her bowels was easing with each inch that emerged.  At the same time, she
was surprised that she didn't need to stop for Luke to chew.  While that
wasn't what she intended to do, the urge to void her bowels made it
impossible for her to stop.  However, although it felt weird, it also felt
incredibly satisfying to just relax and let herself go as if she was using
a real toilet.

   Luke gagged when the tip of Ally's offering hit the back of his mouth.
This was rare for him, since he had long ago learned to suppress that
instinct.  Yet this was a gag over a physical intrusion, not a bad taste.
With no end to Ally's tube of waste, Luke was forced to swallow as her
bowel fruit began to force its way down the curve of his throat.  His eyes
bulged at the realization of what was happening, and soon he found himself
struggling to breathe when her fetid love came to an unexpected halt.

   Ally noticed that reduced bowel pressure had interrupted Luke's meal. 
With a nearly inaudible grunt, she began to push.  Although her poo began
to move again, she needed more effort than usual to push it out.  However,
the sooner she emptied her bowels, the sooner it would be done.  With extra
effort, and a brief inhale through her nose, she continued to steadily bear
down as she felt the thick rope of poo exit her bum.

   Luke felt the pressure in his throat increase as more of her knurled log
forced its way down.  While he did his best to swallow as a means to move
it along, he was completely out of his element now.  His eyes became glazed
as he submitted to Ally's will.  With passive submission, Luke found
himself accepting that his mouth had simply become an extension of her
colon.  The tube of her waste cared little for where it was, it only cared
that it wanted to defile his mouth and assault this throat.

   With Ally resting comfortably--and heavily-- on Luke's face, she again
pushed with a grunt.  This was the longest poo that she had ever done
before, and it felt kinda different, although she couldn't quite put her
finger on why.  Using constant pressure, she kept a satisfying flow moving
into Luke's mouth as the seconds lazily ticked by.

   In silent obedience, Luke's throat spasmed as it guided Ally's waste
down his esophagus.  He had given up on breathing for the moment and
instead was focused on serving her need to use his mouth in this new and
vile way.

   Soon Ally felt the telltale sign she was near the end of Luke's
'dinner'. As her muscles squeezed out the last of her poo and 'closed the
door', her body was now fully relaxed and at peace.  Opening her eyes, she
looked down and gazed lovingly into Luke's lost eyes as she casually ran
her fingers through his hair with a gentle touch.  With a deep and
satisfied exhale, she soaked in the knowledge that Luke had once again
emptied her.  Even though it was twice as much and he was sick in a
hospital bed, he didn't disappoint her.  After brushing away a lock of hair
that had fallen across his eyes, she smiled down at him in satisfaction.

   As Luke's foul meal came to a conclusion, he sucked the tail end of her
offering down his throat as quickly as possible.  Not because he wanted to
please her, but because he couldn't breathe.  With a final awkward swallow,
his throat cleared enough for him to take a deep breath through his nose.

   There was a moment of silence as Ally sat and waited for Luke to begin
the requisite task of cleaning her bottom.  She didn't prompt him though,
since she knew that he would do it on his own.  As she absent-mindedly
glanced out the window, she pulled her skirt over his head and relaxed.

   In an odd sensation, Luke could feel her log as it continued to creep
down his esophagus and into his stomach.  Since it was long solid tube, it
almost felt like a snake was crawling into him.  Her waste would not be
denied though, and Luke's body gave in to that fact.  After catching his
breath, he began the obligatory task of cleaning her hole.  Despite what he
endured, and his weakened state, he knew his place.  His tongue was her
toilet paper.

   A relaxed moan escaped Ally's lips as she felt Luke push his tongue into
her rectum.  She enjoyed the time after she had a poo, since he could get
his tongue in nice and deep.  With a squeeze of her muscles, she contracted
her bottom.

   Luke felt Ally's hole grab onto his tongue, so he extended it as much as
possible.  He was able to get his tongue out a half-inch further than a few
months ago.  The extra practice on a daily basis had seen to that.  As her
hole contracted, it seemed like it was trying to pull his tongue inside. 
While it was a bit uncomfortable, he gave in to her, since he knew she
liked doing it.

   Ally was delighted that Luke ate her poo today without chewing.  She
smiled as she felt his wipes come to an end.  Once she was satisfied that
her bum was spotless, she climbed off his face and then down off the bed.

   After taking a few deep breaths, Luke said, "Wow, that was a lot."

   "Are you OK?" Ally asked.

   "Yeah I'll be fine.  I just need to rest."

   "It felt weird having to go that much all at once," Ally said as she
felt her insides begin to prepare Luke's next meal.

   "Well let's not do that again.  You know I'll be your potty anytime you
want," Luke said as he looked over at Ally.

   "Yeah I know," Ally said with a smile as she casually pulled up her
panties.  Instead of letting her mother know she was done, Ally climbed
back up onto the bed and sat cross legged in the space between Luke's feet
at the end of the bed.  She missed him and wanted to spend a bit more time
alone in his room.

   Even though Luke had digested many a stomach full of Ally's special
food, this large meal wasn't sitting well with him.  A wave of nausea began
to spread across his body.  While there had been a few rare times--since he
arrived at their house--when came close to throwing up, he was able to keep
it down.  Part of the reason was that Ally was always with him.  The one
time he mentioned that he felt sick, her face made it look like he said he
wanted to kill a puppy.

   "Are you OK?" Ally asked again as she saw Luke's face grow pale.

   "I'm not sure," Luke said as the full impact of her feces was being felt
in his weakened stomach.  He was beginning to feel a bit queasy.

   "You're not gonna...  Yuno..." Ally said as she pondered whether he
might be sick.  To her it would mean he didn't feel the same way about her
anymore.  Rejecting her poo was tantamount to rejecting her.  As such, she
had a strong desire to stay and make sure his stomach didn't attempt to
expel her meal.  Her thoughts were diverted by a voice at the door.

   "Are you done in there?" Erica asked as she cracked open the door.

   "Yeah mom," Ally replied cheerfully.

   Erica entered and walked over to the bed.  "So, are you ready to go?"
she asked Ally in an impatient tone.

   "Can't I stay with Luke for a bit?" Ally asked with a frown.  While she
enjoyed being with Luke, what she didn't admit was that she wanted to stay
so that she could assure he wouldn't get sick.  Never once had Luke
rejected one of her meals, and she didn't want that to change.  After being
forced to pee in a toilet for the first time in months, she didn't want to
start doing that again.  With the exception of the few times she used the
toilet to pee that day, every drop of waste that came from her body went
into Luke's mouth.  She intended to keep it that way.  If she stayed with
Luke, she would make sure that he kept it all in his tummy.

   "You can come back tomorrow honey," Erica said as she tried to hide her
annoyance.

   "Please mommy?" Ally asked with puppy dog eyes and an exaggerated pout.
She hoped her childish antics would be successful.

   "I'll still be here in the morning," Luke said as he tried to get Ally
to heed her mother's request.  The sooner she left, the sooner he could
expel what was in his gut.

   "But I don't want to go yet," Ally said as she continued to whine.

   "I know you want to stay, but I have things to do at home," Erica said
as efforts to hide her displeasure began to fail.

   Seeing as there was the potential for a dispute between mother and
daughter, Luke gave up on encouraging Ally to leave, and instead tried to
resolve the issue.  "Yuno Erica, I don't mind watching her for a couple
hours until visiting hours are over.  It's not like I'm going anywhere," he
said as he gestured to the IV needle in his right arm.  "You're only
fifteen minutes away, and I can call if there is any problem."

   Erica eyed Luke warily.  While she trusted him--to an extent--she still
wasn't all that keen on how 'attached' the two of them had become. 
However, she didn't feel like fighting with Ally over this, since it was
only a minor inconvenience.  After letting out an annoyed sigh, she said,
"You can stay, but don't potty when I'm not here.  OK?"

   "I won't; I promise," Ally said as she bounced excitedly on the
mattress.

   "The nurses have my number if you need me," Erica said to Luke.  Turning
to Ally, she added, "I'll be back in a couple hours.  Wait for me here."

   "OK," Ally said with a smile.

   Erica leaned down, and in a low voice that only Luke could hear, she
said, "Don't make me regret this decision; understood?" Without waiting for
a response, Erica turned and walked out the door.

   Luke's stomach dropped, both literally and figuratively, as he watched
Erica leave the room.  With her departure went any hope that he could expel
the copious and rancid stew that churned in his belly.  Reaching over to
his nightstand, he picked up the glass of water there and took a sip.  It
wasn't that he was thirsty, but his mouth was dry.

   The corner of Ally's lips curled ever so slightly as she reveled in the
knowledge that she would be able to make sure Luke wouldn't be tempted to
expel her meal.  While she wasn't sure if he would or not, he did kinda
look pale.  But she wasn't without compassion.  She knew he wasn't feel
well, so she decided to give him something to do.  Lifting her right foot,
she gently rested it on Luke's tummy as she vigorously wiggled her toes.

   Without being prompted Luke reached down, took her dainty foot in his
hand, and began to gently knead it.  While his stomach was still expressing
its rebellion, Luke ignored his nausea and focused on the task at hand.

   "That's nice," Ally said with a sigh of satisfaction as she cast her
gaze to the window.  It was going to be a good day after all.

   ###

   The next morning, Erica was speaking with the doctor about Luke's
condition.  "When do you think he will be released?"

   Doctor Morrison eyed the woman warily.  "That depends," she said with
reservation.

   "Depends on what?" Erica asked with a bit of confusion.  She knew the
money had been transferred, so she was unsure what this was about.

   "It seems he had a bacterial spike overnight.  Did someone bring him any
oysters yesterday?"

   Erica drew on all her strength not to let her facial expression give
away what she knew.  "You couldn't pay me enough to touch those things. 
Just because I want to make sure he won't get ill, doesn't mean I would
bring him any.  If I wanted to bring him some, I would've just said so."

   With a nod, the doctor considered--after the donation this woman had
made--that it would serve no purpose to lie, since she already agreed to
treating him so he could continue to eat oysters.  "Fair enough.  I've made
adjustments to his medications, and his body seems to be coping well."

   Erica nodded with the knowledge that Luke's body was continuing to cope
with her daughter's waste products.  "Ally is a lot more at ease now that
she knows Luke will be OK."

   "Indeed.  I saw her with Luke when I was making rounds yesterday.  She
seems to be quite attached to him."

   "That she is.  I'm sure you can see why I was so...  motivated...  to
prevent this from happening again."

   "Speaking of which, here are the prescriptions we discussed." Doctor
Morrison handed the woman a few slips of papers.  "The first is to be taken
three times daily until they are all gone.  The other two are to be taken
if he gets ill like this again.  If he doesn't improve within six hours,
bring him in right away."

   "Excellent, thank you."

   "Well in any case, provided his condition doesn't degrade, he'll be
released around 7pm.  You'll have him home in time for dinner."

   A spontaneous smile came to Erica's face.  "My daughter will be
delighted to hear that."

   ###

   As promised, Luke was released from hospital just after 7pm.  When he
walked to Erica's car, Ally held his hand, although he was a bit worried
that her mother might find it a bit too 'friendly'.  Fortunately, Erica
paid no attention to Ally's innocent act.  The drive home was uneventful,
although--as usual--he was relegated to the back seat.

   When the car had come to a stop in their driveway, Ally burst out of the
vehicle and said, "Hurry up Luke, I gotta go bad." In a brisk trot, she
hustled towards the house and made her way inside without delay.

   "I'll get your bag; you take care of Ally," Erica said with a wry smile
as she got out of the car.

   "Yeah...  Thanks..." Luke said in a sullen manner.  While he knew he
would be serving Ally again, he had hoped he would at least get a chance to
unwind before she needed him.  Once inside, he again heard Ally calling out
to him.

   "Hurry up," Ally shouted impatiently from the top of the stairs.  When
she saw Luke appear at the front door, she went to her bedroom to await his
arrival.  With urgency, she shucked off her flip flops.  Her panties were
next, and after shoving them to the floor, she used her foot to kick them
away.  She wouldn't be needing them now.

   Luke entered the bedroom and saw Ally standing in wait.  The setting sun
filtered through the window behind her, illuminating her sundress and
making it glow.  The effect highlighted the outline of her lithe young
body. A glance to the floor saw she had already removed her panties, so he
wasted no time is laying down in front of her.  A ivory hue enveloped his
eyes as her sundress billowed over his head and enveloped him.

   As Ally lowered herself onto Luke's face, she lifted the hem of her
dress so it wouldn't get in the way.  Even though she couldn't see his
face, she had done this so many times she could do it blindfolded.  Without
effort, she socketed her tiny quim onto his lips and relaxed her full
weight onto his face.  Once down, she released the sundress and let it fall
over him.  In uncharacteristic exuberance, she said, "I hope you're
thirsty."

   Within seconds, Luke was greeted with a gusher of Ally's golden nectar
as he gulped rapidly.  It only took a moment for his mind to submit to her
will though.  This was a sensation he was quite used to feeling, and he
quickly gave himself over to the experience.  In an odd way, he felt a
strange comfort.  While in hospital he had concerns over what his future
would hold.  He didn't know if Erica was going to help him or abandon him,
and even then he was unsure if she was planning on 'cutting him loose' once
he recovered.

   Ally could hear Luke's noisy swallows as she drained her pee into him.
In a way, it was weird that she didn't have to do much different when she
used him--versus using a toilet.  Since she didn't want to overwhelm him,
she didn't force her urine out, but she didn't stop and start either. 
Although she used to do that in the very beginning, she quickly mastered
her flow, and it was gratifying that he could service her without stopping.


   As Luke's stomach was bathed in Ally's urine, he took a deep inhale as
the flow sputtered to a halt.  Her tranquil scent was something that was
always calming to his mind, although he could never understand why.  There
was a certain quality of 'innocence' that trickled into his nose, which
rendered him docile.

   A satisfied sigh escaped Ally's lips as she clenched her buttocks and
delivered the remnants of her pee into Luke.  Although she was in a squat
position, she allowed her knees to drop to the floor so she could make
herself comfortable while he licked her clean.

   When Luke felt Ally shift position, he allowed his eyes to close and
took another deep inhale.  He could feel her small fingers as they cradled
the sides of his head through the sundress.  Ripples of relaxation flowed
down his spine as his muscles melted into the bedroom carpet.

   Despite what Luke had endured at the hospital, he didn't feel that bad
anymore.

   ###

   Ally padded her bare feet into the living room, and--as usual--Luke
followed closely behind.  No matter where she went, Luke would always be
with her.  Picking up the remote, she turned on the television set and then
set the remote on a coffee table nearby.  As if in afterthought, she pushed
down her leggings.  After stepping out of them, she used her foot to
casually push them under the coffee table.

   Then she waited.

   When Luke saw Ally strip off her leggings, he knew she wanted his mouth.
It was the only reason she would ever disrobe outside of the bedroom.  He
picked up a small throw cushion, but as he began to lay down, he saw Ally
wave her hand at him.  She wanted him facing the other direction.  While he
would lay with his head towards the television if Ally wanted to use his
mouth for potty, she had recently begun to have him lay the other way.

   With little fanfare Ally dropped a throw cushion onto Luke's chest,
stepped over his head, and then squatted.  She liked having his head the
other way of late, since she could lay on his chest and relax as he licked
her.  While her mother still thought she was doing this as a means to use
Luke as a toilet, Ally was really doing it for her own pleasure.

   After stuffing the cushion behind his head, Luke raised his hands to her
buttocks so he could guide Ally's pussy directly to his lips.  Once she was
in place, he let out a relaxed moan.  He took a moment to inhale her scent,
then began to lick in a slow and gentle fashion as his nose was nuzzled by
her rosebud.  At the same time, her toes weaved through his hair and his
head was cradled in her arches.

   In the past few days, ever since Luke arrived home from the hospital, he
had spent more time each day giving Ally 'oral pleasure'.  While she wasn't
having big orgasms--at least not traditional ones--she was having tiny
ones. Since he was doing this in a very calm and relaxing manner, it was
fast becoming something that Ally wanted him to do quite often.  However,
within a few minutes his efforts were interrupted.

   Erica entered the living room and bristled at the sight of her daughter
openly using Luke's mouth.  In some ways, she was beginning to regret the
choice of getting Ally to use him as a toilet.  While it allowed Erica to
safely prevent Luke from revealing that she was siphoning funds, it also
had an odd impact on both Ally and Luke.  It was unsettling, and at times
she considered sending Luke back home.

   "Ally?" Erica called out.

   "Yeah?" Ally replied indifferently without turning her head away from
the television.  She continued her gentle rocking on Luke's face.

   "If you need to go potty, then go.  Otherwise, put your clothes back on
please."

   Luke ceased his efforts and waited to see what Ally would do.  He had
been worried this might happen.  Ally assured him that her mother would
think she was using him like she always did.  But Ally was getting
careless. This concerned him.  While her mother was fine with the concept
of Ally having a toilet slave, he didn't think she would be keen on it
becoming sexual.

   Erica stood with crossed arms a few yards away and added, "In future,
wear a dress or a skirt if you'll be using Luke out here.  OK?  I really
don't want to see it."

   "Fine," Ally said as she let out an annoyed sigh.  "Com'on Luke," she
added possessively as she got up and walked towards her bedroom.  Glancing
behind her, she could see Luke staring at her bum.  She flashed him a
impish grin as she exaggerated the sway of her hips in a childish manner.

   Luke stood up, and after grabbing Ally's clothing, his eyes gazed at her
bare bottom as he followed her away.  Her lightly tanned and perfectly
round pert globes swayed in an almost hypnotic fashion.  Once they were
back in her bedroom, he tossed her clothing at the foot of his bed and then
lay down on his mattress.

   Ally waited for Luke to position himself for her, and when he did, she
wasted no time in sinking down onto his face.  This time she didn't attempt
to hide her desire, and she slowly undulated on Luke's mouth.  As she
closed her eyes and soaked in the pleasure he was providing, she began to
consider just how lucky she was.

   When Ally was told that she needed to poo into someone's mouth, it
disgusted her.  But she did it to keep her mother out of jail.  However,
she never thought she would grow to like this new way of living.  It made
her feel powerful to poo in a man's mouth and he had to eat it.  Everything
that came out of her body went into his mouth.  Without fail.  While he
would eat his own breakfast and lunch, she would feed him 'dinner'.

   Every single night.

   What took a bit of time for Ally to get used to was how her mother
treated Luke when they got home from the cabin.  Despite the fact that Ally
enjoyed being served by Luke, her mother never respected him.

   Over the course of an hour, as Luke continued to pleasure Ally with his
mouth, he worried that Erica would put a stop to his oral ministrations of
her daughter.  In particular, he didn't want to be caught between the
mother and daughter.  If Erica told him not to pleasure Ally this way--but
Ally continued to insist on this attention--it would put him in a no-win
scenario.

   A sharp gasp escaped Ally's mouth as she felt yet another a ripple of
pleasure cascade through her body.  Reaching down, she gripped Luke's head
tightly and pulled it deeper between her legs.  An expression that could
almost be confused with pain washed across her face as she fought to
maintain control of her body and its feelings of pleasure.  She didn't like
it when the pleasure felt out of control, so she stopped rocking on Luke's
face and instead came to a rest on his mouth.

   After a minute of silence, Luke let out a small gurgle of surprise when
a gush of urine entered his mouth.  He wasn't expecting her to do that
right now, but he quickly put the thought out of his mind and began to gulp
down her briny offering.

   "Shhh..." Ally cooed softly when she heard Luke struggle with her
unexpected desire to pee.  As she ran her fingers through his hair, she
looked upwards and closed her eyes.  After almost an hour of sitting on
Luke's face while being pleasured, Ally enjoyed having a relaxing pee. 
Everything down below seemed to tingle when she did it, so she would try
her best to go as slow as she could to enjoy the experience.

   Luke gazed up and watched Ally's face as she drained her bladder.  He
always found it gratifying to see how well he was pleasing her.  It was the
one thing that kept him going when he struggled with providing this kind of
'service'.

   As Ally drained her pee into Luke, a tiny smirk crept onto her face.  Of
late she had been peeing without warning, and she felt a bit mischievous
when she did so.  It was fun to flood his mouth and listen as he struggled
to get his swallows under control.

   ###

   As the weeks drifted by, on this day--like every other day--Luke was
laying on his mattress as Ally languidly rocked on his face.  With slow and
gentle strokes of his tongue, he weaved his way around her button.

   Ally was enjoying the sensations, but when she looked down at Luke's
face, her eyes widened in panic.  "Mommy!  Help!" she screamed with fear on
her face as she jumped to her feet.

   Luke looked up in shock.  He didn't know what was happening.

   "What is it?" Erica said loudly as she bolted into room with a pistol in
her hand.  Although it was still in its holster, she had her hand on the
handle, ready to remove it.  Skidding to a stop, she cast her gaze at Ally
and Luke.  Almost immediately, she burst out laughing.

   "What's going on?" Luke asked with a flummoxed expression.  While he
knew Erica had a gun, he wasn't aware she kept it so close at hand.

   As Erica continued to chuckle at Luke, she said, "Go look at yourself in
the mirror." Without waiting for him to return, she reached her hand out to
Ally.  "Com'ere sweetheart.  Why don't we talk for a minute."

   After seeing the menstrual fluid on his face, Luke's relief was palpable
as he exited the bathroom.  "Is this what I think it is?"

   "Yes," Erica said to Luke as she turned back to face Ally.

   "Am I going to die?" Ally asked with wide eyes as she sat down beside
her mother.

   "No honey, you're not going to die.  You're becoming a woman.  It's your
first period.  Remember how we talked about this last year?"

   "But you said I would see red on my panties."

   "I know, but you don't wear panties anymore, remember?"

   Ally's tension and fear began to dissipate.  "So what happens now?  Do I
need to see the doctor?"

   "No honey, this is something normal that will happen to you every month.
After we get you cleaned up, I'll show you how to use a tampon."

   "What's a tampon?"

   "It's a piece of cotton that you put inside you to stop the blood from
coming out."

   "Do I have to?"

   "It's up to you.  There are pads, but they attach to the inside of your
panties.  If you want to use them, you'll need to wear panties when you are
on your period.  OK?"

   "That's OK--I wanna do that instead.  But what about Luke?"

   "What about him?" Erica asked.

   "Can he still..."

   "Oh," Erica said as she pondered Ally's remark.  "I'm not sure." While
Luke was adept in consuming Ally's waste, this was never something she had
anticipated.  It was odd, but Erica found herself thinking that it might be
too much for Luke to handle.  Despite him consuming her daughter's feces,
the idea of him swallowing Ally's menstrual flow seemed worse somehow.

   "Erica, may I...?" Luke asked as he interjected with his eyebrows
raised.

   With a nod, Erica waited to hear what Luke had in mind.

   Luke walked over and knelt at Ally's feet.  Reaching out, he took her
nearest hand in his.  "Don't you worry.  Once your mom gets you the pads,
I'll teach you to use them." Turning to Erica, he added, "If that's OK with
you."

   "It's fine with me if it's fine with her," Erica said with a shrug as
she turned to Ally.  "Would you like that honey?  Would you like Luke to
look after you when you're on your period?"

   Ally nodded eagerly.

   A gentle smile came to Luke face.  "Everything is going to be fine, I
promise." After squeezing her hand, he added, "And yes, period or not, I
will still..." While he would normally be verbose, being in Erica's
presence made him a bit nervous.  Instead he let his voice trail off as his
implied answer hung in the air.

   "Thank you Luke," Ally gushed.  With a satisfied smile, she gave Luke a
tight hug, while at the same time not getting too close to his still messy
face.

   As she strode to the door, Erica said, "I'll go pick up some pads. 
Luke, take Ally and get her cleaned up.  And your face too while you're at
it."

   "Com'on, let's have a shower," Luke said as he stood.  With Ally's hand
in his, he walked her to the bathroom.  Once inside, he bent down and
lifted the hem of her sundress.  In a gentle motion, he pulled it up over
her head and then placed it on the toilet seat.  Since she was naked
underneath, he led her to the shower door and motioned for her to wait.

   "I feel it leaking," Ally said with a look of unease.

   "Just a minute," Luke said as he turned on the water.  After getting it
to a comfortable temperature he stripped down to his boxers.  While Ally
would often be naked in his presence, Erica made it clear he was never to
do the same.  It was an edict that he had no intention of defying.

   As Ally waited for Luke to ready the shower, she glanced at him while he
disrobed.  Since his boxer underwear looked like shorts, it didn't make
Ally uncomfortable when he joined her in the shower.

   "OK, in you go," Luke said aloud as he picked up a washcloth from the
shelf beside him and placed a hand behind Ally's back to guide her forward.


   Ally let out a small squeal and giggled when she stepped into the shower
spray as it struck the front of her torso.  Then, moving back, she waited
for Luke to join her.

   Luke sat cross-legged in front of Ally after she entered the shower. 
With care, he lifted her right leg and placed her calf on his shoulder. 
Although he intended to use the washcloth, he found himself dropping the
washcloth and instead using his hands to gently wipe away the residual
traces of her menstrual period.

   Ally quietly stood and watched Luke as he cleaned her privates. 
Although she was initially worried, that worry was being washed away with
every stroke of Luke's hand between her legs.  His soothing touch made her
feel relaxed and safe.  When he was done, with a gentle smile, Ally said,
"Luke?"

   "Yeah?" Luke asked as he rubbed his wet hands over his face to remove
any residual menstrual fluid.

   "Thank you," Ally said in a voice that could barely be heard over the
sound of the shower.

   Luke smiled up at Ally.  Then, after directing his gaze to the junction
between her thighs, he leaned forward and placed a small but tender kiss on
her mons.  Leaning back to look up at her once again, he said, "You're
welcome.  How do you feel?"

   "My tummy is a bit sore and I have to pee," Ally said with the hint of a
frown crawling across her face.

   "Did you want to pee now?"

   Ally nodded.  Since her right calf was still on his shoulder, she hooked
the heel of her foot behind his head and pulled him towards her.  Once he
was close enough, she used her hands to guide him.  It was a bit awkward to
pee standing up, so it took a few moments for her to get his mouth into the
right place.

   "Mmmm," Luke moaned to indicate he was ready for her.

   With a solid grip, Ally held Luke's head firmly between her legs.  Then,
after closing her eyes, she relaxed and released her bladder.  With a
satisfied sigh, she let her hands roam over Luke's head while he drank down
her pee.

   Luke kept his eyes locked on Ally's face as he swallowed her briny
offering.  The look on contentment was something he never tired of seeing.
It reminded him of why he subjected his body to this treatment.  He wasn't
ignorant.  Consuming human waste products was something that he knew came
with risks.  It also came with discomfort.  While he may have become
accustomed to serving as her toilet, that didn't mean his stomach was
always silent on the matter.  Yet he felt a special bond to this young
girl. A bond so great that he would do anything to please her.  If being
her 'potty' made Ally happy, then it made him happy in return.

   Ally flexed her buttock muscles to squeeze out the last remnants of her
pee.  Once she was done, she relaxed her grip on Luke's head and took her
leg off his shoulder.  While she would normally wait for him to lick her
dry, the water from the shower made that pointless.

   After a brief pause, Luke turned his head and covered his mouth.  A
small burp escaped his lips, bringing with it a reminder of what he just
drank.  "Excuse me," Luke said quietly as he stood up.  "I should probably
wash your hair while we're here.  Is that OK?" he added as he waited for
her response.

   "Can we do it later?" Ally asked as she wrinkled her nose.

   "Sure.  Does your tummy still bother you?"

   With a solemn nod, Ally gazed up at Luke.

   "OK, let's get you dried off while we wait for your mother to get home,"
Luke said as he guided Ally out of the shower.  With care, he took a large
bath towel and patted her wet body.  Since her hair didn't get wet, it
wasn't long before he was done and leading her back into the bedroom.

   "What do I do now?" Ally asked with unease.

   "Since your mother won't be home for a while, would you like me to... 
yuno..  lick you down there for a bit?" Luke asked hesitantly.  While he
had been sexually pleasing her ever since he left the hospital, it was all
unspoken.  She would never ask for it out loud, but would just indicate she
wanted to use his mouth.  To this point, he had never actually asked to do
anything with her.

   Ally was surprised by Luke's request.  Her eyes widened briefly as her
heart fluttered.  This was more than just a question.  The fact that he
asked to pleasure her meant that he wanted to do it.  While he had always
done what she asked of him, he had never asked on his own.  On top of this,
she was on her period.  A ripple of excitement traveled down her spine as
she broke into a grin.  Jumping onto the edge of the bed, she beamed at
Luke as she spread her legs into a full split.

   Luke walked to the edge of the bed and stared down at the sight before
him.  It was impossible to deny his desire to please her sexually.  With
his eyes locked on her mons, he carefully lowered himself so that he didn't
have to break his gaze.  Once on his knees, he leaned forward and brought
his nose up to her seam.  As he closed his eyes, he inhaled deeply.

   Although Ally was eager for Luke to begin, she stopped when she was
about to pull his head into her special place.  This time she wanted him to
do it.  This time she wanted to see what he would do if he wasn't prompted
at all.

   With a shudder.  Luke exhaled and brought his nose in closer.  After
pushing it between her cleft, he let his mind draw him mentally closer to
her.  When he could bear it no more, he wrapped his arms around her thighs
and began to make love to her pussy with his mouth.

   When Ally felt Luke bury himself between her thighs, her eyes rolled up
and she let her head fall back onto the bed.  Although tempted to grab his
hair, she instead loosely locked her ankles behind his back.  As her
eyelids drooped, she let out a long slow exhale in response to the tingling
waves of pleasure.

   Luke found himself utterly captivated by Ally's scent, and so he closed
his eyes so he could soak it in.  With thighs cradling his ears, he could
feel the twitches in her muscles.  In that moment, there was nowhere else
he would rather be.  Nothing else existed beyond his connection to her. 
Since she was menstruating, his tongue made repeated trips down to her tiny
hole, where it would collect her essence for him to consume.  Not a drop
was wasted.

   As the pleasure increased, Ally began to gently undulate her hips and
rock herself against Luke's mouth.  Unable to keep her hands away, she
reached down and began to weave them through his hair.  Although she still
didn't quite understand how he was able to make her feel this way, she
wasn't about to stop him.  It was only when she heard her mother enter the
house that she pried herself away from him.

   ###

   It didn't take long for Luke to explain to Ally how the pads worked. 
Mind you, since he was taking care of it, she really didn't have to do
anything more than take on and off her panties.  He checked her pad, and
would change it for her when needed.

   Although there usually wasn't much to clean up, Luke would still use his
tongue to swab her crease and remove any trace of menstrual fluid.  Only
when her slit was spotless would he put on another pad.

   Despite how upset Ally initially felt about her first period, she
quickly felt at ease.  Since Luke took care of everything, it was almost
like going potty.  She just pushed her panties off and knelt over his face.
Once he had cleaned her, she would stand up and wait for him to change her
pad.  It was nice, since she didn't want to touch them once they got messy.

   ###

   A day later, when Erica was setting the table for herself and Ally to
have dinner, she called Luke from the living room to join them.

   "Yes?" Luke asked as he entered the kitchen.  He never sat at the table
with them for dinner since the only 'dinner' he ate came from Ally.  As
such, it seemed pointless to sit at the table and stare at them while they
ate.

   "I'd like you to join us for dinner tonight," Erica said in a
deceptively polite tone.

   "Ummm. . .  Okay," Luke said as he slowly pulled out a chair.  When he
sat, he noticed that while Erica had already prepared plates for herself
and Ally, his plate was empty.

   Erica looked over at Ally, and said, "Go ahead and give Luke his
dinner."

   "Where is it?" Ally asked as she looked around.

   "The same place it always is--in your bottom," Erica said with a cold
stare.

   "But why?" Ally asked with confusion.

   "You need to see this Ally," Erica said.  "I don't think you understand
what Luke is, and this is going to fix that.  Fill the mug with pee, and
then take his plate and go potty on it."

   Although she didn't want to do it, she reluctantly complied with her
mother's demands.  With mug in hand, she relaxed and filled it with her
pale yellow brew.  After sitting it on the table, she took a plate and
placed it on the floor.  Then, with a grunt, she began to push.  Soon a
tube of her waste was deposited onto the plate below.

   "Put your plate on the table in front of him and clean your bum with
this," Erica said as she handed a small wad of toilet paper to Ally.

   After wiping her bum, Ally crinkled her nose when she saw the brown
streak.  Since she hadn't used toilet paper in months, she had forgotten
about how gross it looked.

   "OK, go and flush it in Luke's mouth," Erica said with a cold and
emotionless tone.

   With a small frown, Ally plodded over to the chair Luke was sitting on.
After he opened his mouth, she hesitated, and then slowly stuffed it
inside.

   Luke found the experience of eating dirty toilet paper to be intensely
degrading.  Even though he was eating feces from her every day, he never
had to do this.  Since the paper was dry, it was also difficult to swallow.
Reaching out, he lifted the mug of Ally's pee and took a swig.  The
combination made for a foul concoction.  Nevertheless, he managed to
swallow it all down with only a shallow heave.

   "Give Luke his plate, then you can sit down and eat your dinner," Erica
said.

   After doing as requested, she sat with a frown on her face.  "Do I have
to eat while he's eating my...  yuno..." Ally asked as she sat only a few
feet away from a plate that had her poo on it.

   "Yes, you do," Erica said with authority.  "Not only that, when Luke
takes his first bite, I want you to watch him eat it.  Go ahead Luke.  Show
her."

   With a glance at Ally, Luke picked up his fork.  Examining what was on
his plate, he cleaved off one of the ends with the side of the fork, and
then speared it with the tines.  After a pause to cast a sheepish glance at
Ally, he raised the offering to his mouth and reluctantly stuffed it
inside.

   Ally found her stomach getting nauseous from watching Luke, so she
turned her head away.

   "Ally, watch him," Erica said with authority when she saw her daughter
turn her head away.

   When Ally turned her head back, she could see Luke chewing her filth. 
His face showed that it was uncomfortable for him to be forced to do this.

   "Luke, before you swallow, I want you to open your mouth and show Ally
how well you chew your food," Erica said in a sardonic manner.

   With downcast eyes, Luke turned his head towards Ally and reluctantly
opened his mouth.  Inside was her fully masticated shit.

   After letting out a heave, Ally clamped a hand across her mouth and
sprinted away from the table.

   Once he had swallowed what was in his mouth, Luke said, "That wasn't
necessary." Picking up the mug, he took another swig of Ally's urine.  The
combination caused him to heave slightly as he struggled to swallow the
foul concoction.

   Ignoring Luke, Erica loudly said, "Ally, get out here.  If you aren't
back at the table in thirty seconds, I'll send Luke away for good."

   Ally coasted to a stop and paused briefly before turning around and
dragging her feet as she walked back to the table.  When she slid onto her
chair, she kept her head down as she picked up her fork and speared a piece
of broccoli.

   With his mouth clear, Luke decided to try to engage Erica in
conversation so she would be distracted and less likely to force Ally to
watch him eat another bite.  "Erica?" Luke asked as he fiddled with the
'food' on his plate.

   'What is it?" Erica said flatly.

   "I was curious...  Do you ever eat meat?  I don't think I've ever seen
you serve meat during a meal."

   "No, we're a vegetarian household.  I've been a vegetarian since
university, although for Ally it's been since birth."

   "Oh, I see," Luke said with a bit of surprise.

   "It's not a problem for you, is it?"

   "No, not at all.  It was more just out of curiosity."

   "It's probably just as well that Ally started having her period.  Seeing
as you'll be taking care of her...  period needs, you'll get some extra
iron in your diet once a month," Erica said with a hint of comical sarcasm
in her voice.

   Luke used Erica's change in tone to deflect the conversation. 
"Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that.  When I had a chance to talk
to Ally about the pads, I managed to get her to agree to try tampons. 
Isn't that right Ally?"

   "Only if you promise it won't hurt," Ally said with a hint of reluctance
in her voice.

   Erica's mood softened as she said, "Of course they won't dear.  I like
them since it means you don't have to deal with it coming out into your
panties.  If you ask me, they're a lot more comfortable.  Plus you won't
have anything in the way when you want to use Luke.  It's that right Luke?"

   With his mouth full, Luke nodded as he worked on eating more of the log
that sat on his plate.  He was trying to work as fast as he could so that
this would be over and Ally wouldn't be distressed by seeing him eating her
poo.

   "Well then, I'll pick some up tomorrow and show you how to use them,"
Erica said to Ally as they both continued to eat.  "I'll teach Luke how
they work too so he can help you with them when I'm not around."

   Luke stuffed the remaining piece of Ally's 'meal' into his mouth, and
made quick work of swallowing it.  Then, grabbing his glass, he deftly
rinsed his mouth with her remaining urine.  Once complete he sat and tried
to get his stomach to settle.  Despite not usually being bothered by her
waste, this public display had mentally disturbed him, which ultimately
unsettled his body on the whole.

   Soon after, Ally had finished her meal and had retired to digest it on
the couch.

   "Would you like some ice cream honey?" Erica asked as she called out
from the kitchen.  After the stress her daughter had undergone during
dinner, she decided to reward her for doing what she was told.

   "Yes please," Ally replied eagerly.

   A few minutes later, Erica entered the living room with two bowls of ice
cream.  One bowl was small, while the other was almost as big as a serving
dish.  Despite the difference in size, they each had similar amounts of ice
cream in them.

   Ally smiled as her mother passed her the small bowl of ice cream.

   "I didn't forget about you Luke," Erica said with a malicious grin on
her face as she handed him the large bowl.

   After examining the dish, Luke asked, "Could I have a spoon please?"

   "Oh, you won't need one," Erica said as she waved a dismissive hand at
him.  Before Luke could respond, she turned to Ally and said, "Since you
fed Luke your dinner, you can feed him dessert too."

   With a confused expression on her face, Ally looked up at her mother.

   "Luke, put the bowl on the floor on front of Ally."

   Although unsure of what she had in mind, Luke complied and placed the
bowl on the floor in front where Ally was sitting cross-legged on the couch

   "Okay honey, I want you to put your foot into the ice cream.  Then lift
it up and Luke will lick it clean for you.  Won't you Luke?"

   "Of course," Luke said with a fake smile as he concealed his disdain for
Erica.  "Thank you."

   A peal of giggles erupted from Ally as she dipped her left foot into the
bowl.  The cold ice cream tickled her toes.  Despite this, she eagerly
pressed her foot down and squished it between her toes.

   "You're welcome.  Enjoy," Erica said with a sarcastic grin before
walking away.

   "Hurry, it's dripping," Ally said with urgency as she held her foot out
to Luke and vigorously wiggled her toes.

   Taking her ankle in his hand, Luke held her foot up to his face and
began to lick the ice cream off her foot.

   "That tickles!" Ally said between giggles as she attempted to pull her
foot back.

   Luke held on as Ally tried to pull her foot away, although he took care
not to torment her.  With care, he dutifully cleaned her foot of the ice
cream.

   When Ally felt Luke release her ankle, she looked down and inspected her
foot.  Seeing that it had been licked clean, she smiled at Luke and then
lowered her other foot into the bowl.  Once she had sufficiently coated it
with ice cream, she lifted up to Luke's face and waited.

   With an imperceptible sigh of discouragment, Luke got to work on Ally's
freshly covered foot.  While he didn't object to the principle of licking
her feet, it was the way in which Erica made a spectacle of it that bemused
him.  In the past he had occasionally rubbed Ally's feet, although it was
usually something incidental.  Instead, he was being conditioned to lick
her feet, and she was being conditioned to like it.  However, in the end,
it became something that wasn't all that different from the other ways in
which he served her.  Frankly, he preferred this to the usual dinner that
she served him.

   As Ally ate her ice cream, she began to enjoy the attention Luke was
giving her feet.  While it tickled sometimes, and it was weird, there was
an odd soothing component that she found herself enjoying.  It wasn't that
she was particularly drawn to what he was doing to her feet.  Sure it felt
nice, but that wasn't the point.  It was more that he was willing to do
whatever she wanted.

   In time though, Ally did find the sensation pleasant.  This was
something that she might have Luke do in future, even without ice cream. 
Although she wasn't sure if her mother intended it, Ally was beginning to
understand the power she felt with Luke 'at her feet'.  In a way, it was
beginning to feel like this was where he belonged.  Not in a demeaning way,
but just that it was his 'place'.

   Luke was becoming more comfortable with his task, and he quickly found
himself at ease cleaning her feet with his tongue.  Given that he was
serving as her toilet, was this really out of the ordinary?  Her needs were
all that mattered to him, and right now, that meant licking her feet clean.
A gentle calm began to wash over him as he became more adept at his task
with each dip of her foot into the bowl.  Soon he found his mind drifting,
as it often did, while he completed his simple task.

   Ally found herself paying less attention to Luke, and soon she was
accepting his attentions without giving it much thought at all.  The only
thing she did do was alternate feet so he would give her both of her feet
the same attention.

   "How's your ice cream honey?" Erica asked in a deceptively innocent
manner from the kitchen.  She was watching Luke as he licked her daughter's
feet clean, and although it looked weird, it also made her smile.  Even
though she didn't have much--if any--respect for Luke, she did like how
devoted he was to Ally.  As she watched him work, she could see that he
genuinely wanted to please her.  His actions weren't those of someone being
forced to do this, they were actions of someone who wanted to do it.

   "It's good mommy," Ally replied eagerly as she smiled towards her mother
in the doorway.

   "You're almost done, would you like some more Luke?" Erica asked in a
falsely innocent manner.

   "No thanks, I'm full from dinner," Luke said as politely as he could
without his voice betraying that he knew she was being insincere.

   "Yuno Luke, isn't it funny how men always seem to have foot fetishes."

   "What's that?" Ally asked as she furrowed her brow.

   "It's when a man likes doing things to your feet."

   "Actually, this is the first time I've ever done this," Luke said before
reluctantly stuffing one of Ally's big toes in his mouth to clean it.

   "You could have fooled me," Erica said with a snicker.

   "Do you like doing this?" Ally asked Luke in a matter-of-fact way as she
scraped her spoon on the dish she was eating from.

   "If you like it, I like it," Luke said between licks.  He didn't want to
admit that he wasn't all that keen on this new act.  qDespite being a
toilet for the girl, it seemed that Erica was always finding new ways to
degrade him.  In this case, since Ally rarely wore footwear indoors, her
feet tended to be a bit 'dusty'.  Not dirty in the way it would be if she
run outside barefoot, but there was a distinct 'grey' haze on the soles of
her feet, that grew darker as the day went on.  The ice cream was serving
as a means to remove that, and it was something he was able to taste in the
beginning.  However, after a while, her feet were clean from his repeated
licking.

   "Hey, I have an idea," Erica said as she walked a bit further into the
living room, "Why don't we see if Luke can fit your whole foot in his
mouth."

   Ally let out a small squeak and then giggled.  "Com'on Luke, try it,"
She said as she held up her foot and wiggled her toes eagerly.

   Luke glanced over at Erica with a flat expression on his face.  "I guess
I have a foot fetish now," he said blandly before turning back to Ally. 
Examining her foot, he gaped his maw and stuffed her toes inside.  While
her baby toe initially didn't fit, he used his baby finger to pull the
corner of his lip out, and allow it to slip inside.

   More giggles spilled from Ally's lips as she took in the spectacle
before her.  "Oh my God, he did it," she said with wide eyes as she pushed
her foot deeper into his mouth and wiggled her toes.  It felt weird, but at
the same time it felt empowering.

   "See," Erica said to Ally before adding, "I knew you'd like it." A
knowing smile crept across her face as she took in the subjugation of the
man before her.  She had been trying to think of ways she could get Ally to
'engage' in actions that were 'less sexual' in manner.

   Although Luke was unsure if Erica's remark was directed at Ally or him,
he stayed silent and danced his tongue on the toes in his mouth as they
converged on his throat.  A small heave rocked his stomach as her digits
tickled his gag reflex.

   "Do the other one," Ally said excitedly as she unceremoniously yanked
her foot out of Luke's mouth and presented the other one to his face. 
Without waiting, she pushed her toes at his mouth and forced her foot
inside the second his lips began to part.

   "Yuno honey, you don't need to have ice cream on your feet if you want
him to lick them, isn't that right Luke?" Erica said as she raised an
expectant eyebrow.

   Luke didn't need to look at Erica to know the response she wanted. 
After extracting Ally's foot from his mouth, he said, "Of course not.  I'll
do this anytime you want."

   "Keep going," Ally said with a snicker as she stuffed her small foot
back inside.

   Erica went to the kitchen and grabbed a package of baby wipes, and then
returned to the living room.  After dropping them on the floor beside Luke,
she said, "Here, you can use these to clean up when you're done.  I don't
want ice cream all over the floors."

   While dancing his tongue over the toes in his mouth, Luke reached for
the box of baby wipes and pulled one out.  Even though he had licked her
foot clean, it still had a sticky residue.  With care, he wiped down the
foot that hung in front of him.  When she finally pulled her foot out of
his mouth, he wiped down that one too, and then gave his face a wipe for
good measure.

   "Here," Ally said as she held the empty bowl out to Luke.

   With an uneasy smile, Luke took her bowl.  Although he knew he wasn't
much more than a servant to her, he did prefer when she asked him to do
things rather than just tell him.  As much as he was willing to serve her,
he still wanted to feel like he wasn't just a slave.  After picking up his
bowl, returned the two bowls to the kitchen, placing them into the
dishwasher.

   Erica walked past Luke and into the living room.  Seeing her daughter
sitting on the floor, she asked, "Why are you always sitting on the floor?
What's wrong with the couch?"

   Luke walked back into the living room, and stood off to the side to wait
for Erica to finish speaking, so he could ask Ally if she wanted anything
else of him.

   "The TV is too far," Ally said without turning her head.

   "Why didn't you say so," Erica said in an understanding tone.  "You know
you can use Luke for that, right?"

   "How?" Ally asked as she turned her head to face her mother.

   "Let me show you," Erica said as she walked to the couch and grabbed a
couple of throw cushions.  "Luke?"

   "Yeah?"

   "Lay down beside Ally please, and put this pillow behind your head."

   Erica held out a pillow as Luke lowered himself down to the floor.  "No,
your head should point towards the TV."

   Without responding Luke positioned himself as directed.

   "OK, now bend your legs and bring your heels to your bum.  Keep your
legs together."

   "What's that for?" Ally asked.

   "Here," Erica said as she tossed the other cushion over Luke's groin. 
"Sit down on the cushion."

   Ally clambered to her feet and then lowered herself onto Luke, keeping
her legs astride his body.

   "Give me your feet," Erica said as she knelt down at Luke's head and
held out her hands.

   With an curious expression on her face, Ally did as requested.

   "Luke can be a nice seat if you don't want to sit on the couch.  Now
rest your feet here," Erica said as she brought her daughter's feet
together, and then lowered them onto Luke's face--with his nose in her
arches.  "Comfy?" she asked as she stood upright.

   Although Luke didn't anticipate this, he wasn't all that surprised when
it happened.  It was clear that Erica wouldn't hesitate to subjugate him if
it made her daughter happy.

   "Yeah, but isn't this kinda mean?" Ally asked?

   "Of course not.  He'll do whatever you want," Erica said in a haughty
tone.

   Luke reached up and lifted Ally's feet off his face so he could talk. 
"Ally, think of it this way...  Are you doing this to be mean?"

   After a pause to consider it, Ally said, "No."

   "Well then, if you're not doing it to be mean, then it's not mean. 
Right Erica?"

   "Exactly, thank you Luke," Erica said as her tone became more friendly.
She was surprised at how willing he was to put Ally at ease.  Although she
knew he would obey either way, it did make it easier when her daughter was
assured that what she was doing was okay.

   "Plus I have a foot fetish now; isn't that right Erica?" Luke said with
a hint of sarcasm in his voice.  His remark was directed at Erica, given
what happened with the ice cream.  He didn't actually have a foot fetish,
but at least this way Ally would be comfortable using him in this way.

   Erica let out a small snicker.  "Yeah, I guess you do."

   "Cool," Ally said as she pushed down on her feet.  At the same time she
leaned back against Luke's thighs and relaxed.

   Feeling the pressure in his hands, Luke released Ally's feet and allowed
her to plant them back on his face.  His eyes closed as her soles came to
rest on his cheeks, and he let out a long exhale as he tried to get
comfortable in this new position.

   "Call me if you need anything," Erica said to Ally as she turned and
headed to her study.

   "Thanks mom," Ally said as she turned her attention back to the TV. 
Over the next hour she became more accustomed to this new 'chair', although
she did shift her position from time to time.  Occasionally she would sit
cross-legged, while at other times she would place her feet astride Luke's
head and use her toes to absent-mindedly play with his ears.

   While not completely comfortable, Luke didn't find Ally's weight too
much to bear.  She was light, and she didn't put much pressure on his face.
When she placed her feet astride his head, he would spend time gazing under
her sundress at her mons.  Since it had become the focus of his life, he
often spent time daydreaming as he serviced her.

   "Luke?" Ally said as she lifted her feet off his face.

   "Yeah?"

   "I gotta go," Ally said without taking her eyes off the TV.

   Luke knew this meant she wanted to pee, so he decided to try and
accommodate Ally without her needing to get up.  "Why don't you just slouch
down and slide forward?"

   Without responding, Ally did as suggested.  When his lips were in place
she let out a contented sigh and relaxed her bladder.  She actually was
enjoying doing it this way, since she could watch TV and she didn't have to
get up to go pee.

   While it was a bit awkward to swallow in this position, Luke was able to
drain Ally's pee without incident.  Once done, he began the gentle task of
licking her clean with his tongue.

   Ally moved the pillow that she was sitting on so it was behind her head.
She was enjoying the feeling of his tongue, and she reached down to pull
his head so he could pleasure her button.  Once he got the message, she
crossed her legs behind his head to keep him in place, and then covered his
head with her sundress as she resumed watching TV.

   ###

   Just as Ally had finished her first menstrual period, she was faced with
another challenge.  Tonsillitis.

   Luke traveled with Erica--and Ally--to the hospital, although Erica
didn't give him the choice to stay at home.  He wasn't too surprised by
this, since she never seemed to trust him fully.  Mind you, she didn't seem
to trust anyone fully.  Once at the hospital, he sat in the waiting room
while Erica took Ally through the admissions process.

   Erica had no intention of making her daughter wait, so she contacted the
same doctor that had treated Luke, and asked her to 'expedite' her
daughter's treatment.  Given the sizable donation she made to the hospital,
this wasn't a problem.  As Erica waited with Luke in the empty waiting
room, she discussed her plans with him.

   "I don't quite understand," Luke said as he stared at Erica with a
puzzled look on his face.

   After a brief sigh, Erica began again.  "Look, it's pretty simple.  Ally
is going to be in bed for up to a week.  She also needs to drink lots of
water."

   "Yes I know, but what does that have to do with me getting a tube down
my throat?"

   "Because she's going to be in a pain, and I don't want her getting up to
pee."

   "I'm sure I'm can manage with her in bed."

   "Maybe...  But this would be a lot easier for her.  Isn't that what you
would want?" Erica was tempted to just tell him he had to do it, but
instead she played on Luke's 'feelings' for her daughter.  While she was
still a bit uneasy about how he felt, at least she could use it to her
advantage.

   Luke shrugged.  "Of course.  Can you explain it again?"

   "It's simple.  You'll be getting a--" Erica paused and looked at a page
in her hand.  "--nasogastric intubation.  They stick a tube up your nose
and feed it down into your stomach."

   "So how does this help Ally?"

   "She'll be getting a catheter.  Then we join the two tubes.  Her pee
will go straight to your stomach.  No muss, no fuss."

   While Luke was tempted to say that he didn't feel that this was 'no
fuss', he decided against it.  "Does that mean I have to stay connected to
her all the time?"

   "Not at all.  You'll be shown how to stop the flow and disconnect
yourself.  If she needs anything, you can get it for her.  Same for when
you need to use the washroom.  When you return, you hook yourself back up."

   With a nod, Luke asked, "What about food?"

   "You'll both be on liquid diets for a week."

   "Why me too?"

   "Because you're not supposed to eat with a tube in your throat.  Don't
worry, you can have all the protein shakes you want this time.  But it has
to go down the tube."

   "Anything else?" Luke asked in an indifferent tone as he pondered
whether Erica had any other odd 'plans' for him.

   When Erica detected Luke's unease, she again decided to play to him
attachment to Ally.  "Look. . .  I know this seems difficult, but I'm doing
this for you."

   "How so?" Luke asked with confusion on his face.

   "I could have had Ally stay in hospital for a week to recover.  She
would get far better treatment here than at home, but you wouldn't have had
any contact with her at all.  Is that what you want?"

   Luke's eyes widened for a moment as he considered what she said.  When
he was in hospital himself, he remembered how much he missed Ally.  Even
though she visited, he didn't feel 'complete' when he wasn't with her. 
While he knew that this was simply a function of being trained to be
Ally's. . .  'potty', the reality was that his mind had been altered.

   As such, Luke felt an incredible attachment to Ally in a way that he
never thought was possible.  With that in mind, he realized that things
could have been very different if she stayed in hospital.

   "Well?" Erica asked.

   "No. . .  You're right," Luke said in a contrite tone.  "I'm sorry
Erica, I didn't mean to sound unappreciative.  I'll do whatever you feel is
best for Ally.  Thank you for thinking about me."

   Erica smiled at her manipulation of Luke, although she disguised it as a
smile of understanding.  "You're welcome," she said with a nod

   At that moment, a nurse entered the waiting room to inform Erica that
Ally was out of the recovery room and they could see her now.

   ###

   Luke followed Erica, and when he entered the room, he saw Ally laying in
bed looking quite dour.

   "Hi sweetheart," Erica said as she approached Ally and placed her hand
on Ally's forearm.  "How do you feel?"

   In a raw and hoarse whisper, Ally said, "Hurts."

   "Don't try to talk, OK?"

   With pain in her eyes, Ally nodded.

   "Look sweetheart, I brought Luke to see you," Erica said in an
uncharacteristically--and artificially--cheerful manner as she gestured
behind her.  She wanted to leave him in the waiting room, but she also knew
that Ally would likely be pleased by his presence.  In the end, that was
the only thing that mattered to her.

   Luke walked over and sat down on the end of the bed, by Ally's feet. 
With a smile, he snaked his hands under the covers, took her left foot, and
began to knead it in a gentle manner.

   The pain on Ally's face eased when Luke began to massage her foot.

   "I missed you," Luke said quietly.  Before Ally could reply, he added,
"But I know your throat hurts, so don't talk."

   Erica glanced at Luke in a slightly unsettled way.  His shameless
affection for Ally was something she still didn't like seeing--or hearing.
Putting that thought out of her head for the moment, she said, "Once the
nurse gets here, she'll help us get you ready to go home."

   "I brought your favorite sundress. . .  see?" Luke said as he pulled the
garment out of a bag slung over his shoulder.

   "You need to stay in bed a for a few days, but I bought you a TV for
your bedroom," Erica said as she tried to draw away Ally's affection for
Luke.

   A big smile briefly swept away any discomfort Ally was feeling.  She had
been asking for her own television for a while now.

   After the nurse arrived, she looked at Erica and asked, "Did your
husband want to wait outside while she gets dressed?" While waiting for a
response, the nurse pulled the privacy curtain out and around the bed.

   With a chuckle, Erica quickly pondered the nurse's remark.  It was
interesting how the nurse assumed that Ally's 'father' shouldn't see her
getting dressed.  Given how intimately familiar Luke was with Ally's naked
body, it was hardly a concern.  "That won't be necessary," Erica said
flatly.  Then, to assure it was clear, she asked, "Ally, do you want Luke
to help you get dressed?"

   Ally stayed silent but nodded eagerly.

   "As you wish," the nurse said as she removed the IV tube in Ally's arm
and put a band-aid in its place.  "I'll get a wheelchair," she added as she
left the room.

   Luke pulled down the covers as Erica helped Ally into a seated position.
While Erica undid the ties on the hospital gown, Luke carefully slipped the
garment off and revealed Ally's naked form.

   "Arms up honey," Erica said as she slipped the sundress down over her
daughter's head and smoothed it out.

   "Here we go," the nurse said as she approached with the wheelchair. 
After parking it beside the bed, she looked at Ally and said, "Just slide
over to the side dear."

   "That won't be necessary," Luke interjected as he gestured to Ally that
she shuld remain still.  Reaching down, he slid one arm under Ally's knees
and the other behind her back.  "Hold my neck," he said quietly.  Once she
had clasped her hands behind his head, he effortlessly lifted her and then
carefully deposited her into the wheelchair.

   Ally smiled as Luke placed her into the wheelchair.  It was gratifying
how attentive he was to her, even when it didn't involve him being her
potty or pleasuring her with his mouth.  It was something that made her
care for him on a deeper level.

   The nurse was a bit miffed at the father's interference, so she turned
to walk away, saying, "Since you don't need my help, I'll just bring the
release forms."

   ###

   When they were back at home, Luke carried Ally from the car directly to
her bedroom.  After sitting her carefully on the end of the bed, he pulled
down the covers, and then walked to the dresser to retrieve one of her
nightgowns.  There didn't seem to be a point in having her dressed when she
would be in bed for the near future.  After the sundress was removed and
the nightgown put in its place, Luke again lifted Ally, and this time
placed her at the head of the bed.

   Ally shuffled to get herself comfortable as she watched Luke pull the
covers over her body.  She had oriented herself so that she was not lying
down, but more in a recumbent position.

   "How's my girl?" Erica said as she entered the room.  She quickly added,
"Don't talk though.  Here, use this." With a smile, she handed her daughter
a small tablet computer.  Open on the screen was a text window.

   With little effort Ally typed out a message.  It read, "My throat really
hurts.  How long will it be like this?"

   Erica leaned down to read the text, then said, "It's going to be a while
sweetheart, I'm sorry.  The best way to help it heal is to drink lots of
water.  I know it hurts to swallow, but if you take small sips it won't
hurt as much.  The more you drink, the faster it will get better."

   "I'm thirsty, can I drink now?" Ally typed on her laptop.

   "Luke will get you whatever you need.  But first a nurse is going to
come and put something in so you don't have to get up to pee.  I promise it
won't hurt, but she has to put it in your pee hole."

   "I don't want it." Ally quickly typed as her face frowned and a pout
spread across her lips.  She didn't understand why it was needed when she
had Luke there with her.

   "Honey, you're going to be drinking so much water that you'll need to
get up and pee all the time.  Even with Luke to help, it's still going to
be uncomfortable.  We just have to do it once, and it will only need to be
in for about a week or so.  I promise."

   With a pout of resignation, Ally nodded.

   ###

   Luke waited in the kitchen as Ally was fitted with her catheter.  It
wasn't that he was asked to leave, but Erica asked that he wait there so
she could talk with the nurse discretely.  When they were finished with
Ally, he heard Erica and the nurse as they talked while entering the room.

   "I'm glad we understand one another," Erica said with a smile.  Since
she didn't know how to insert the nose tube, she had paid this nurse
handsomely to do it without asking why.

   Although it was awkward, Luke seemed to tolerate the tube insertion
without much trouble.  It would seem his ability to resist gagging made
things much easier than then nurse expected.  After a short briefing on how
to care for the tubes in both himself and Ally, he sat and waited for Erica
to return from showing the nurse out.

   "How does it feel?" Erica asked when she returned.

   "Not great, but I'll get used to it.  I expected worse to be honest."

   "That's good.  The less trouble the better."

   "So how do I...  Yuno...  Connect myself?" Luke asked with hesitation.

   "Oh, that," Erica said once she understood the question.  "It's pretty
simple.  I have an extension tube that mates with Ally's tube.  The nurse
put in a urine bag, but now that's she's gone we'll remove it and connect
the tube between the two of you instead."

   "What about when I need to get something for her?" Luke asked.

   "There's a small clamp--I'll show you--and it will prevent leaks when
you're disconnected."

   "So how do I eat?"

   "There are large syringes in the fridge beside the protein shakes... 
Just take a syringe, fill it, connect it to your tube, and squeeze."

   Luke nodded and reflected on his days when he was being held captive in
the cabin.  At least this time he wouldn't have to 'do anything' for his
protein shakes.

   "Anyway, grab a pitcher and fill it with ice and water," Erica said as
she headed towards the door.  "And grab a popsicle too."

   ###

   Erica smiled at her daughter as she entered the bedroom.  "Here honey,
why don't you try a sip of cold water. . .  Luke...?" Erica said as she
nodded at Luke.

   With deft precision, Luke quickly filled a glass and handed it to Ally.

   "Nnnn!" Ally moaned as she winced in pain.

   "I know it hurts sweetheart, but the more you drink the less it will
hurt."

   With a frown, Ally took another sip, grimacing as the water slid down
her irritated throat.  However, the cold water was beginning to ease her
discomfort.

   Luke pulled the wrapper off a popsicle and handed it to Ally.  "Here,
try this."

   Ally handed the glass back to Luke and took the popsicle.  After taking
a tentative lick, she began to relax.

   "We'll be right back.  Luke, can you give me a hand please?" Erica asked
as she gestured to the door.

   In silence, Luke followed Erica out the door.  "What do you need?" he
asked.

   As she walked Luke down to the basement, she said, "I'd like you to
bring up the box spring for your mattress."

   "Oh?" Luke said with raised eyebrows.  He had been sleeping on his
mattress on the floor, so this was an interesting development.

   "Yes.  I'd like you to put your bed beside Ally's.  Since the connecting
tube isn't very long, it'll be better if your head is higher off the
ground. You won't be using a bed frame though, so your bed will still be
below hers."

   "I see," Luke said with a hint of dejection in his voice.

   "Don't pout," Erica said as she rolled her eyes.  "If things work out,
perhaps we'll keep it this way.  We'll see what Ally wants when she's
better."

   ###

   The box spring still had the plastic wrap on it, so Luke just grabbed an
end and dragged it up to Ally's room.  Since it was only a twin size bed,
it wasn't too unwieldy.  Once in place, his bed was now up against Ally's
bed, but in a perpendicular way.  This would put his head up against the
side of her bed, right beside her hip.

   "Push your bed away during the day so you can sit on the floor beside
her," Erica said as she watched Luke push his bed into place.  "Remember,
your head needs to be below her body for this to work properly."

   With a nod, Luke pushed his bed away so that he had enough room to sit
on the floor.

   "You should get whatever you need now, so you don't have to get up
unless she needs something," Erica said as she approached her daughter's
bed.  After giving Ally's hair a stroke, she sat down on the edge of the
mattress.  "Try to rest for today.  Once Luke is ready, I'll hook him up."

   "What do you mean?" Ally typed on her laptop.

   "Luke will be connected to the end of your tube so that you don't have
to get up to pee.  Every drop will go straight into his tummy like it
always does."

   Ally gave her mother a slightly bashful smile.  "Thank you," she said in
a hoarse whisper as she leaned over and hugged her mother.  She was
wondering if she would still be able to have Luke drink her pee.

   "You're welcome, but try not to talk.  Luke will be right here if you
need him.  Just give him a poke with your foot so you don't have to talk.
OK?"

   Nodding, Ally smiled widely.

   "I'm good to go," Luke said as he entered the room.  He had grabbed some
books from the bookshelves in Erica's study, and stopped at the washroom on
the way back.  He wouldn't need to get up for some time.

   "Excellent.  Let me show you how this works," Erica said as she
explained how to connect the tubes, as well as how to crimp the tube when
he was disconnected.  "I hope you don't roll around in your sleep."

   "No, I've always been a quiet sleeper."

   "Good.  Well go ahead and hook yourself up.  If you need anything, I'll
be downstairs," Erica said.  Turning to Ally she added, "I'll be back to
check in on you later, OK?"

   Ally nodded.

   "Do you need anything before I sit down?" Luke asked as he looked at
Ally.

   With an eager gesture, Ally pointed at the remote control for her new
television.

   Luke retrieved the remote and handed it to Ally.  With a gentle smile he
leaned down and hooked up her tube to his nasal tube.  Then, with care, he
sat himself down beside her bed.  He had placed a pillow on the floor, and
so he sank down gracefully.  Almost immediately he could feel his nose
become warm.  As he glanced at the tube, he could see it filled with pale
yellow urine.  The experience was somewhat odd, since he wasn't tasting it
like he did normally.

   With a long--but quiet--sigh, Ally relaxed as the pressure in her
bladder eased.  Since she didn't need to do anything for Luke to be her
potty, she ignored her flow of urine and instead turned on the television
as she sucked on her popsicle.

   As his belly began to fill, Luke felt the familiar 'unease' that he did
when he drank her urine.  This time though, the assault would be unending.
Putting that thought out of his mind, he picked up a book to read as Ally's
bladder gradually began to annex his stomach.

   Although it was still painful, Ally continued to drink as much water as
she could.  Her mother made it easier for her when she purchased bottled
water that afternoon.  Now all she needed to do was give Luke a push with
her foot, and then point to the cooler on the floor.  He would then open a
bottle and hand it to her.  While painful at first, she found herself
enjoying that she could drink all the water she wanted and she never had to
pee.  In a way it was odd, since she kept expecting that she would need to
'go', but it never happened.

   Luke found that he needed to go to the bathroom every two hours,
sometimes more.  He quickly became accustomed to the flow of urine into his
stomach.  As the pile of empty water bottles grew, it began to feel like
there was a steady flow of urine in the tube.  While that wasn't likely, it
still felt that way to him.

   As the day wore on, Ally relaxed and watched television while sipping on
cold water and eating popsicles.  Although she wanted to eat, it was clear
that even soft food would have hurt.  Instead, she drank the same protein
shakes that her mother had Luke drink.  Since they were chocolate flavored
she was pleased with the taste.  It also helped to stem her hunger.

   ###

   Ally gave Luke's head a push with her foot to get his attention.  When
he turned his head to face her, she typed a message.  "I have to go number
two.  What should I do?"

   While Luke had consumed Ally's solid waste on a regular basis, he never
had to think about it.  All he did was lay down and let her do the rest. 
After pondering it for a moment, he said, "Why don't you roll over onto
your stomach, but put your head at the other end of the bed.  That way you
can still watch TV.  Let me disconnect the tube first though." Standing
above her, Luke crimped the end of her tube and then removed the longer
junction tube.  While he didn't necessarily need to disconnect the tubes,
he felt it would be less awkward if they weren't connected when she moved.

   With extra care, Ally changed positions.  She was now laying on her
stomach, but up on her elbows.

   Luke awkwardly crawled into the space behind her.  It took a bit of
maneuvering, but he was able to lay with his body bent in the middle so his
feet stuck out to one side.

   As she glanced behind her, Ally saw Luke as he positioned himself behind
her.  It wasn't clear what he had planned, but she knew he would take care
of her need somehow.

   "Try to spread your legs apart a bit,' Luke said aloud as he laid his
body down on the bed.  With his head only a feet away from Ally's behind,
he slid her nightshirt up to expose her pert buttocks.  Once he did this,
he found himself staring at her bum for a moment.  Her skin was smooth and
flawless, and yet the innocence of her bottom belied what he would soon be
consuming from it.  At times he found himself wondering how she could be so
accustomed to using him in this way.

   Ally tried not to giggle when she felt Luke nuzzle his nose in between
her cheeks.  While it felt funny, she knew that laughing would hurt her
throat.

   Without saying anything further, Luke began to--ever so gently-- lick
her tender skin.

   When Ally felt Luke's tongue slide around her bottom hole, she bent her
legs at the knees, and brought her feet behind Luke's head.  With gentle
pressure, she held him firm as she let out a relaxing sigh.

   Knowing what he was there to do, Luke licked her hole in the same way
that he always did when he wanted to let her know he was ready to consume
her offering.  Now all he had to do was wait.  Within moments he felt her
rosebud relax around his tongue.

   With a small grunt, Ally began to put pressure on her bowels.  It was
odd to poo this way, but she had long since trained her body to use Luke's
mouth as her toilet.  It didn't matter which way she was positioned, she
would soon be feeding him as she always had.

   Luke was a bit concerned about eating ally's waste with the tube in his
throat.  He knew that he wasn't supposed to be eating anything solid, but
if he found himself in trouble he could just pull the tube out of his nose.
A smooth and creamy sludge began to ooze into his mouth, as the taste
assaulted his tongue.  When she occasionally had loose bowel movements in
the past, they tended to have a much more vile taste.  A spontaneous heave
rocked his stomach as he sucked down her filth.

   Although Ally could hear Luke as he struggled to consume her poo, she
wasn't concerned.  It wasn't uncommon for him to occasionally have
difficulty, but she knew that he would fight his way though it.  This was
one of the reasons she loved Luke, since he would do anything for her.

   Despite how icky it must have tasted, Ally smiled sweetly with the
knowledge that there wasn't a single time that she had to poo in a toilet
since she trained him to be her potty.  Nevertheless, her feet kept a grip
on his head and maintained his mouth's seal on her bottom hole.

   In an odd way, Luke was relieved that Ally took her time on this day. 
Normally he preferred that they finish as soon as possible so he could get
it over with.  Yet since this was a new position, and her meal was smooth,
he was glad for the extra time to consume her exceptionally rancid
offering. This was especially true since there seemed to be more than what
was usual for her.  Although this could have been because of the
texture--it just felt like he was swallowing more often.

   With her chin resting casually in the palm of her hands, Ally let out a
long slow exhale through her nose.  Despite her throat hurting, and despite
not feeling all that well, Luke always seemed to find a way to make her
feel good.  His tender treatment of her made her feel safe and secure.  No
matter what she needed, he always took care of her.

   Yet in that instant Ally found herself thinking about her father.  With
tears briefly prickling her eyes, she recalled the crash of his plane
during a bad storm not far from the island.  Although she missed her father
dearly, having Luke helped to dull the pain.  While he was certainly no
replacement for her father, he did fill some of the void.

   As Luke continued to swallow the 'chocolate smoothie' being extruded
from Ally's behind, he closed his eyes.  The warmth of her bottom radiated
into his face as her soft skin caressed his cheek.  Despite the foul
substance slowly and silently invading his mouth, he felt content in his
submission to her needs.

   The empty feeling inside Ally let her know that she had fully relieved
herself.  Everything was now nestled securely in Luke's stomach, and it
would be carried by him as he digested her poo.  A spontaneous smile washed
across her face as she relaxed and waited for him to finish cleaning her
bottom.  She would never tire of this attention.  Never in a million years.

   Now that Luke's tepid meal was at an end, he finished swallowing what
was in his mouth so he could perform the requisite task of licking her hole
spotless.  He knew this was an important part of his subservience to her,
and so he took great care in making sure she felt perfectly clean when he
was done.  Although his stomach was not happy with what it had received, he
put that out of his mind.  Once his service to Ally was complete, Luke
asked, "Did you want to lay back on your pillows?"

   Without responding, Ally carefully got up on her hands and knees.  With
subtle precision, she crawled back to her spot at the head of the bed. 
Then, without any shame, she placed the soles of her feet flat against one
another and then slowly let her knees splay out to the sides.  Once she
caught Luke's gaze, she ever so gently bit her bottom lip and looked up at
him through innocent eyes.

   No words needed to be spoken for Luke to know what Ally wanted.  After a
small nod, he made his way to the washroom and gargled with some
mouthwash--then brushed his teeth.  In cases where she wanted this kind of
attention right after he had 'eaten dinner', he made sure his mouth was
clean before he licked her.  Once done, he lowered himself onto the bed and
moved his head back between her legs.  Before reaching her crease, he
leaned down and planted small kisses on her toes.

   A relaxed sigh escaped Ally's lips as she felt Luke kiss her feet.  It
seemed like he always knew what would make her feel good.  Yet the kisses
to her feet were not what she was awaiting.  As she gazed down at Luke, she
felt a tingle ripple up her spine when he nuzzled his nose against her
mound.

   Luke took a moment to take in the sight before him.  As he stared at
Ally's mound, his eyes soaked in its features.  Every freckle and crease
were etched into his mind.  If he was asked to describe it with his eyes
closed, he would be able to do so with intimate detail.  Right down to the
small tuft of very light blonde hair above it.

   In silence, Ally reached down and slowly traced a finger over Luke's
lips as he stared between her legs.  She knew what she wanted, although she
didn't want to sully their special moment with words.  She knew that he was
devoted to her, and she knew that he would soon be demonstrating that
devotion with his mouth.

   As Luke glanced up at Ally, he could see the desire radiating from her
eyes.  In the beginning he found it difficult to be intimate with her
immature sex, but he soon grew to love the prepubescent nature of her mons.
He was drawn to the innocence of her pleasure center, much in the same way
a moth is drawn to a flame.

   Ally let out an involuntary gasp as Luke placed a small kiss on her
pleasure spot.  While she still didn't know what it was that made it feel
so good, she didn't care.  With a relaxed moan, she let her head fall back
onto the pillow as she closed her eyes and soaked in the gentle caress of
his lips.

   With tender care, Luke began to gently trace his tongue along her
channel.  Although he knew she wanted his mouth on her clit, he took his
time and nibbled his way around it.  After a short trip kissing his way up
to her navel, he began his descent to the warmth of her crevice.  Once
there, he nuzzled his mouth between her lips and attached it to the pink
area inside.

   When Ally felt Luke connect his mouth to her, she let out another
pleasured moan as his tongue began to gently caress her special spot.  "Oh
Luke," she said in a hoarse voice as she reached her hands down and weaved
them into his hair.  With a firm grip, she pulled him tightly against her.

   "Shhh. . .  Don't speak," Luke said in a quiet tone.  As he began his
oral ministrations, he began to lose himself in the moment.  He felt a
special bond with Ally, and serving her in this way was something deeply
gratifying to him.  While he never intended things to go this far with her,
he would be lying if he said his head wasn't awash in pleasure as his
tongue gently traced circles around her clit.  Although it was awkward to
do this with the tube in her urethra, he did his best not to let it
interfere.

   Minutes began to pass like hours as Ally continued to soak in the
pleasure that Luke was giving her.  She would never tire of this attention.
As much as she enjoyed using him as her potty, this was something she began
to enjoy even more.  While she had no intention of ever using a toilet
again, at least not when Luke was around, she also had no intention of
giving up his tongue either.  It would be like having ice cream and then
never eating it again.

   After ten or so minutes, Luke stopped for a moment to hook back up the
tubes.  Seeing that he would be here for a while, he didn't want her to be
in discomfort as her bladder began to fill.  Since his head was so close to
her tube, he disconnected the extension and used the six inches of tubing
that protruded from her to connect directly to his nose port.  When he
released the clamp he felt a gush of warmth in his stomach.

   Ally was happy that Luke took a moment to reconnect himself, since she
was worried about what would happen if she was disconnected from him for
too long.  It only took a few moments for her bladder to let her know that
it too was pleased with the ability to drain itself into the man between
her legs.

   As Luke resumed his pleasure on Ally's flower, he closed his eyes and
immersed himself in the experience.  Despite his feces-filled stomach now
being filled with her urine, he felt fully relaxed and at ease.  There was
no place in the world he would rather be than between her thighs.

   With care, Ally snaked her feet out from under Luke.  She then wrapped
her legs around his head so she could release her hands and still hold him
snugly in place.  Yet when she heard her mother's footsteps in the hall,
she grabbed the covers and flung them over the bed, obscuring what was
happening underneath.

   "Are you OK honey?" Erica announce from the hall as she looked into
Ally's room.  She could see that Ally had Luke under the covers between her
legs, and the look of bliss on Ally's face made it clear what he was doing.

   To avoid talking, Ally just smiled and nodded as she used her feet to
pull Luke in tighter.

   Without saying any more, Erica turned to walk away.  As much as her
natural instinct was that her daughter shouldn't be doing that with a grown
man, she had to keep reminding herself that she had manipulated her
daughter into making that man into her toilet.  She could hardly take the
high road now.

   Ally let out an involuntary gasp of pleasure as Luke's efforts brought
stars to her eyes.

   When Erica heard her daughter's gasp, she turned back to look at the
bed. In an odd way she found herself glad that Luke was able to please Ally
like this, since it likely took her mind off the pain in her throat.  As
she watched her daughter's eyes roll back into her head, she pondered just
how much her daughter's life had been altered.  Was she doing the right
thing by giving Ally a man to use as a personal servant, sex slave, and
portable toilet?  Not wanting to stand and stare, she headed off back to
the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee.

   ###

   An hour later, as Ally watched television, she let out a relaxed sigh
and then pushed at Luke with her foot.  When he looked back at her she
pointed at the cooler.

   Since Luke knew what she wanted, he went ahead and opened a bottle of
water, then handed it back to her.  The pile of empty bottles grew as the
flow of her urine into his stomach continued unabated.  As the hours past,
he found that his stomach wasn't at all reacting to her pee.

   While Luke didn't get nauseous from it anymore, it was still something
that made him feel a bit 'off'.  Yet the constant stream of urine had been
slowly making his stomach acclimate to her fluids on a more permanent
basis. In a way it made sense to him, since if you eat or drink something
often enough, your body will would become more accustomed to it.

   "How's my precious girl feeling?" Erica asked as she entered the room.

   In a horse voice, Ally said, "Better, mommy."

   "Try not to talk dear, use your tablet," Erica said as she raised an
eyebrow.

   Ally tapped out a message on her tablet, and then held up the screen. 
It read, "I feel a bit better, but my throat is still really sore.  Luke is
taking good care of me, he ate my potty and I didn't have to get out of bed
or anything."

   Erica smiled back at Ally, although her smile was also a slightly
haughty one directed at Luke.

   After tapping out another message, Ally again held up the screen.  "You
were right mommy, I really like that I don't have to get up to pee.  I'm
sorry I got mad."

   "That's quite alright dear," Erica said as she approached the bed on the
opposite side of Luke and placed a hand on Ally's shoulder.  "You know I
only want what's best for you.  I'm glad that you feel better about it
now."

   Ally typed out a message and held the screen up once more.  "When can I
start eating food?"

   "I'm not sure," Erica said.  "Let's wait and see when you can talk and
swallow without it hurting.  Then we can look at giving you some soft
food."

   With a smile, Ally nodded.

   "Can I get you anything while I'm here?" Erica asked as she looked at
Luke.  It was less that she was concerned about his comfort, and more that
she wanted him to stay with Ally as much as possible.  He seemed to have a
calming influence on her, and she wanted to keep him here.

   "If you could bring up more water and shakes, that would be great
thanks," Luke said.

   "You're welcome.  I'm thinking that we'll try and have Ally go to sleep
at nine, so keep that in mind.

   "Fair enough," Luke said with a nod.

   Ally continued to sit and watch television as the evening wore on.  Her
mommy came in on occasion to restock the cooler, which meant Luke didn't
have to leave as often.  While he did use the bathroom on occasion, he
returned quickly.

   ###

   "Time for bed sweetheart," Erica said as she entered the room.

   Although she pouted, Ally didn't protest.  Turning off the television,
she placed the remote on the bedside table and rearranged her pillows.

   Luke disconnected the tubes, and then got up to push his bed against
Ally's.  When it was in place, he could see that the top of his mattress
was about a foot lower than the top of Ally's mattress.  Before doing
anything else, he made his way to the washroom.

   "Honey, I'm going to put some books on top of your covers.  That way you
don't roll over to the other side and get too far away from Luke," Erica
said.

   Ally nodded and slid her body over to the side of the bed closest to
Luke.

   As he returned from the washroom, he smiled at Ally and asked, "Is there
anything I can get you before we go to bed?"

   With a smile in return, Ally shook her head.

   Luke climbed into his bed, and then connected the tubes back together.
When he laid down, it wasn't a surprise when he felt the telltale warmth of
her urine flowing down the tube in his nose.  Again his stomach felt the
familiar liquid enter, but it didn't react.

   "Good night honey," Erica said as she sat down on the bed.  Since she
was on the side opposite to Ally, she leaned over on the bed to give her a
kiss.

   "Goodnight," Ally said in a horse voice as she laid her head down on the
pillow.  Then, with care, she turned her body so she was facing Luke.  As
she gazed down at him, she stared at the urine filled tube that snaked its
way out from under the covers, and then traced her eyes along its path
until it entered Luke's nose.  She smiled softly, content with the
knowledge that he was serving her in this way.

   Erica turned out the light as the left the room.  While it had been a
stressful day, she was uncharacteristically grateful for Luke's help. 
Despite how he 'served' her, the reality was that he was very much a
positive influence in her life.  As odd as that was, she still found
herself happy with how things worked out.

   During the night, Luke's bladder woke him up.  In silence he
disconnected himself and quietly tended to his needs.  Then, he slipped
back into bed and reconnected his stomach to Ally's bladder.

   ###

   The next morning, Ally awoke with her throat in pain.  Since Luke was
still asleep, she shuffled her body closer to him so her foot could reach
his head.  When he didn't wake up from her gentle push, she reached one
foot down and pinched together his nostrils with her toes.  Using her other
foot, she covered his mouth.  As expected, the lack of air woke him up.

   Luke had been dreaming about Ally when he suddenly found himself
struggling to breathe.  Once awake, he saw Ally's feet on his face.  With
care, he reached up and lifted her feet off his face, then sat up in bed.
"What is it?  Is everything OK?"

   Ally reached to the bedside table to get her tablet.  She quickly typed
a message.  "My throat really hurts."

   "Why don't I get your mom and we'll see what she says to do.  I'll be
right back." Luke got up, and after disconnecting the tube, left his room
to seek out Erica.  When he heard a noise coming from the kitchen, he
headed there and found her making coffee.

   "How's Ally?" Erica asked when she heard Luke enter the room.  While she
didn't see who it was, she assumed it wouldn't be her daughter.

   "She's complaining about a sore throat," Luke said with concern.

   "Yeah, I expected as such.  They gave me some liquid medication for her.
Tell her I'll be up in a minute," Erica said as she opened the fridge.

   "Okay," Luke said before turning and leaving the room.  Now that he was
back in the bedroom, he pushed his bed away to give him room.  As he was
doing this he said, "You mom is coming in a minute, she has something to
help your throat."

   With a nod, Ally laid back down in bed.

   Once he had made space beside her bed, Luke grabbed a bottle of water
and handed it to her as he was taking off the cap.  "Here...  I'll get some
cold water and ice for the cooler." After closing the lid, he carried the
cooler to the washroom and dumped the melted ice water in the shower. 
Then, he took the bulky container down to the kitchen, and filled it with
ice.  Lastly, he put some bottled water, protein shakes, and a few
popsicles inside.  While it was heavy, he was able to lug it back up to the
bedroom.  As he entered, he could hear Erica's voice.

   "...should help within a half-hour.  If it doesn't, have Luke come get
me, okay?"

   Ally tried to muster a small smile as she nodded weakly.

   Once he had put down the cooler, Luke asked, "Is there anything else you
wanted me to do?"

   "No, I'll take care of her medications.  You just make sure that she's
comfortable," Erica said.

   Luke nodded.

   "Aren't you forgetting something?" Erica asked as she looked at Luke,
and then glanced at the disconnected catheter.

   "Oh...  yeah..." Luke picked up the now half-full bottle of water that
he had given Ally and put it with the other empty bottles.  Then he grabbed
a cold bottle from the cooler, opened it, and left it on the bedside table
for her.  Once that was done, he connected the tube back up and sat himself
down beside the bed.  As before, when his head dropped below the height of
her body, he felt the urine begin to flow down the tube and into his
stomach.

   Ally flashed Luke a sly grin, then picked up the fresh bottle and began
to drink.

   "Let me know if you need anything," Erica announced as she turned and
left the room.

   As the week wore on, Ally began to feel better.  She was able to talk a
bit, but she still used the tablet as a means to communicate longer
sentences.  In what was a bit of a surprise to her, she grew to enjoy the
tube for her pee.  With all the water she drank, it was nice not to get up
to pee all the time.  But it was also fun for her to consider that with
each bottle she drank, it meant a bottle of pee in his stomach.

   However, while it may have been more convenient for her, she did miss
using Luke's mouth.  The touch of his warm lips on her special place was
something that no tube could replace.  She looked forward to getting back
to 'normal' when she could have him lick her anytime she wanted.  Although
she had him lick her once, she didn't like doing it if her mother might
see.

   With Luke, the experience wasn't quite what he expected.  While he had
anticipated serving Ally's needs, he didn't expect to be used as a urinal
pouch.  What amazed Luke was how much fluid she would drink.  It seemed
that there wasn't a minute in the day when a slow trickle of her urine
wasn't snaking its way down the tube.  However, he was fortunate in that
the increased amount of urine meant that it was also more watery and bland.
A week after her tonsils were removed, the tubes were removed in both of
them.

   For Ally, she very much enjoyed the first time she got to pee in Luke's
mouth again.  There was something special about looking down into his eyes
as her urine trickled onto his tongue.  This was the way life meant to be.

   ###

   It was late afternoon, and Luke was out in the yard--working on some
chores.  He preferred to be outside when Erica and Ally were having dinner,
since it was hard to sit and watch Ally eat, knowing that he would never
get that privilege.  As such, he would often take care of whatever work he
needed to get done, while Ally prepared 'the meal' he would eat tomorrow.

   While finishing up some chores, he heard Ally call his name.

   "Luke...  Time for dinner..." Ally yelled in her usual sing-song voice.
Her rumbling colon let her know that it was time for him to eat.

   "Coming..." Luke hollered back in response.  Putting away his yard
tools, he made his way inside.  When he arrived in the foyer, he scanned
his eyes around.  At the top of the stairs was Ally.

   "Hurry up, I gotta go now..." Ally said as she stood akimbo.  Then,
turning her back to Luke, she bent forward slightly and flipped up the back
of her skirt.  With her bare bottom exposed, she gave it a brief shake. 
Letting out a childish giggle, she skipped away towards her bedroom.

   After kicking off his shoes, Luke ducked into the hall bathroom to wash
up before he made his way into Ally's room.  Seeing her standing and
waiting, he lowered himself and laid on the floor.

   Ally flashed a grin down at Luke as she stepped over his head and
immediately lowered her mons to his mouth.  Once she had her pee hole
nestled between his lips, she let out a quiet sigh and relaxed her bladder.


   As Luke's mouth filled with a rush of briny fluid, he gurgled and began
to swallow.  The beginning was always the hardest part, since he needed to
get on top of the flow quickly.  Soon though, he had a rhythm established
and was drinking down her urine with relative ease.  When she was done, he
gave her flower a few laps to remove any remaining drops.

   With her bladder empty, Ally wasted no time as she shifted her position
and placed her bottom hole over Luke's inviting mouth.  Taking a few
moments to relax, she distractedly ran her fingers through Luke's hair as
she waited for her 'urge' to start.  A small puff of gas escaped, directly
into Luke's mouth.

   Ally let out a giggle when she saw his eyes widen briefly in response.
When she felt a twitch in her bowels, she began to bear down.  Her lips
pursed as she let out a small halting grunt.  After feeling the movement
inside her, a look of determination swept over her face as she took a deep
breath and then began to push with effort.

   Luke felt the rosebud begin to spasm, and within moments the
volcano-shaped opening was pushing its way into his mouth.  The tip of her
offering began to emerge, and he traced his tongue around it as he waited
for enough of the foul offering to ease its way out.  Once there was a good
sized piece exposed, he brought his lips around it and sucked it onto his
tongue.  The familiar bitterness savaged his taste buds as he worked
quickly to chew the lumpy mass into a mush that he could swallow.

   As Ally felt Luke work on his first bite, she altered her breathing to
halt the flow of poo into his mouth.  Her mommy taught her how to do this
when she was at the cabin, since she needed to learn how to control how she
fed him.  In the beginning it was hard, but she quickly mastered the
technique.  While she did enjoy going all at once, she knew it was really
hard for him to eat it that way.  She was many things, but she wasn't
cruel. Although Luke was a slave to her, she did care about him.

   With his mouth clear, Luke ran his tongue around Ally's opening.  On cue
he felt her push, and he was soon greeted with another tepid mass bullying
its way past his lips.  Again, once he had received a decent sized piece,
he cleaved it off and repeated the process of consuming her waste.

   The timing of her feedings were something Ally found amusing.  After she
got into the habit of feeding Luke about an hour after she had dinner, it
almost felt like she was feeling him the dinner she had just eaten.  While
she understood that was not the case, it still felt like Luke was eating
whatever she ate that evening.  When she sat on his face, she would
occasionally tell him what she ate for dinner the night before, wondering
if he could taste it somehow.

   Luke's tongue pushed the incoming lumps to his teeth, where he mashed
them into a slop.  When he was initially being trained to consume her
filth, he tried to swallow each piece whole; but he found that doing so
made his stomach feel worse than it did if he chewed it.  While masticating
her shit was a far more vile tasting act, at least he wouldn't have to deal
with the feeling of lumps of her shit sitting in the pit of his stomach.

   Another tiny grunt escaped Ally's lips after she felt Luke's tongue
circle her nether hole.  After pushing more dinner into his mouth, she
waited for him to eat it.  Glancing to her right, she noticed the
television remote sitting on the bedside table.  In what was
uncharacteristic of her, she decided to pick it up and turn on her set.  As
the sound from the television shattered the quiet calm of her room, she
absent-mindedly began to push on her bowels again.

   It was a bit of a surprise for Luke when he felt her push more into his
mouth, since he hasn't signaled to her that he was ready.  However, her
needs were all that mattered.  Grabbing the next piece, he added it to the
partially-chewed mess in his mouth and continued to work on eating his
'dinner'.  His glazed eyes were a testament to his submission, and his
blank stare belied the strength of will needed to complete such a revolting
task.

   Ally's special 'meal' came to an end as she injected the last bite into
Luke's mouth.  A relaxed calm came over her body as the corner of her lips
curled.  Despite the disgusting nature of her act, she couldn't imagine
living any other way now.  The feeling of power she had gave her a mental
rush.

   Luke took his time as his tongue gently swiped across the hole that had
just finished defiling his mouth and assaulting his stomach.  While
cleaning her was not a physically difficult act to do, it was something
that he occasionally was reluctant to undertake.  His mind would wander and
consider whether anyone else was in the same position.  Were there other
people serving as toilets for young girls?  Or was he the only one?  What
would life be life for him if he wasn't doing this?

   As Ally felt him begin to wipe her clean with his tongue, she reached
around behind her and pulled her cheeks apart and settled herself further
down onto his face.  This part of his service to her was something she
never rushed.  The time after feeding him her poo was when she would think
about how everything that came out of her body, when into Luke.  Nothing
was wasted.  All of it was precious to him.

   With his task finally at an end, Luke nursed on her wrinkled ring as he
waited for the young girl to lift herself from his face.  In the meanwhile,
he felt the usual wave of 'unease' radiate from his stomach.  It wasn't
nausea though.  His stomach had long ago given up on being spared from its
daily tormenting ritual.  The feeling was more a recognition of what he had
consumed; not an objection of it.

   The vile paste Luke swallowed would completely coat his stomach before
moving on to his intestines.  Then, over the next hour, her waste would be
added to his own.  After leeching whatever remaining nutrients the young
girl failed to absorb, his colon would become 'striped' with her feces.

   He often could see it when he went to the bathroom.  There was a
markedly distinct difference between his own feces and Ally's, although
they would both be part of the same mass.

   ###

   After Luke's previous incident in hospital, he resigned himself to be
more open about his physical health.  When he fell ill the first time, he
didn't say anything since he thought it was just a side effect of eating
Ally's feces.  He knew that this was poison to his body, but he was so
devoted to the young girl that he didn't want to complain and risk making
her feel like he was rejecting what she was feeding him.  Usually the
feeling would pass and he would endure the unease until it did.

   So when Luke found himself with another fever, he didn't stay silent. 
"Erica?" he said as he entered the kitchen, "I think I have a fever."

   "Let me get the thermometer," Erica said as she opened a cupboard. 
Pulling out the device, she quickly strode to Luke and pressed it into his
ear.  After pressing the button, she heard the beep and then read the
display.

   "Well...?" Luke asked with interest.

   "Yeah, you do.  Let me give you some Tylenol.  The doctor said that can
bring down a fever.  We'll see if your body can fight this off.  If not, I
have some pills that will help." After putting away the thermometer, she
gave him some of the analgesics.

   "Thanks," Luke said as he went to the sink to get some water to wash
them down.

   ###

   That afternoon, before dinner, Luke again approached Erica in the
kitchen.  After glancing behind him to assure Ally was occupied watching
television, he said, "The fever is coming back."

   Erica tested Luke's temperature again, and once she confirmed his
suspicions, she went to the cupboard again.  "OK, take two of these," she
said as she handed Luke some of the prescription anti-biotic medication. 
"I'll leave the bottle here on the counter, follow the instructions, and
don't stop taking them until they are all gone."

   "OK," Luke said as he again washed down the pills with some water.

   "Don't say anything to Ally though.  I don't want her getting worried,"
Erica said with a lowered voice.

   "Of course," Luke said as he placed his empty water glass into the sink.


   ###

   Although Luke seemed to overcome the infection that caused his fever, he
began to start having abdominal cramps and diarrhea when he was almost
finished the medication.  He knew that there was something else that was
wrong.  Thankfully, it seemed that Erica was quite eager to assure he
wasn't hospitalized again.  However, he knew that it was because of the
impact it might have on Ally, and not because she was concerned for his
personal health.

   After a visit to the doctor that had seen him the first time, the
diagnosis was swift.  He was suffering from a C.  difficile infection.  The
strong antibiotics had upset the balance of intestinal bacteria in his
body. While he had successfully fought off the infection, he now had a
digestive system that was out of whack.  With a prescription of
metronidazole in hand, Luke returned home and attempted to rest while still
attending to Ally's needs.  However, after seeing no improvement over the
next 72 hours, he was back at the doctor's office.

   Doctor Morrison nodded as she listened to the man describe his symptoms.
"I was afraid this might happen.  I'm sorry to say that your oyster habit
has caught up with you this time."

   Luke's face contorted in confusion momentarily as he processed her
remark.  Then he remembered Erica telling him the 'story' she used. 
"Yeah," he said awkwardly.  "So what can we do to get rid of this
diarrhea?"

   "Usually the medication will do it, but in your case it doesn't seem to
be working.  Frankly it worries me, since there aren't very many options
available.  There are a couple of other medications I could try, but
usually they only work if a person shows some improvement with the
metronidazole."

   "Oh," Luke said with concern beginning to filter into his voice.  While
he knew eating what he did from Ally carried a risk, he hadn't ever thought
about what he might do if it caught up to him.

   "There is another option that has a high success rate, but it's
something that most people usually balk at.  However, it may be just what
you need right now."

   "What is it?"

   Doctor Morrison hesitated, and then said, "A fecal matter transplant."

   Luke sat for a moment and tried to process what she was saying.  "What
does that mean?"

   "In short, it means we take stool from a healthy volunteer, and
transplant it into your digestive system.  The healthy bacteria from their
stool will then colonize and, with any luck, reestablish itself.  It has a
high success rate, but I'll understand if you find it objectionable."

   It took effort for Luke not to chuckle at her worry that he would be
disturbed by her suggestion.  He had been eating Ally's feces daily for
some time now, so the thought of a 'fecal transplant' was as objectionable
to him as taking cough syrup.  However, since he had been continuing to
'eat' from Ally, he knew that whatever he needed, he couldn't get from her.


   "Why don't you discuss this with your spouse?  Since you would likely
want her to provide the sample, perhaps discussing it with her can help you
decide how you want to proceed."

   "Yeah, fair enough," Luke said.

   "In the meanwhile, I'll give you a prescription for an alternate
medication.  You can either try that, or book another appointment and we
can go ahead with the fecal transplant."

   Luke took the prescription from the doctor and left the office.  When he
arrived back in the waiting room, Ally strode over and took his hand.

   "Is everything OK?" Ally asked as she looked up at Luke.

   "Yeah, everything is fine."

   ###

   That night, Erica woke Luke and gestured for him to follow her out of
Ally's room.  With Luke in her bedroom, and the door closed, she said,
"What happened at the doctor?"

   "Oh you're gonna love this," Luke said with a smile.  "She said that I
would likely have a better chance of recovery if I undergo a fecal
transplant."

   "Seriously?" Erica asked as she suppressed a laugh.

   Luke nodded.

   "I don't get it though, don't you get enough from Ally?" Erica asked as
she shook her head in disbelief.  Here she was, being told that the man she
forced to serve as a toilet for her daughter, needed to have a 'fecal
transplant'.

   "Well it's not like I was able to discuss that with her," Luke said with
a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

   "What's the alternative?"

   "Well the doctor suggested that you would be the best choice for a
'donor', but you do understand that this doesn't mean I'm going to... 
yuno...  just eat yours."

   "Why not?" Erica asked as she bristled slightly.

   "Because it's taken me months to adjust to Ally's waste.  Besides,
that's not how it's done.  While you were having dinner, I did some
research on the net."

   "And...?"

   "Do you remember the tube I had up my nose after Ally was in hospital?"

   "Yeah."

   "Well that's one way that they do it."

   "But how do they get it down the tube?"

   "I have no idea.  It's not like they had a step-by-step out there.  The
problem is that I'd have to go into hospital to get it done, and that might
upset Ally," Luke said with concern.

   "Look, I still have the number for the nurse I used before.  I'm sure I
could get her to fit you with a tube again."

   "Then what?"

   "I don't know; what would you need from me?"

   "I'm not sure either.  I guess if the tube was big enough, and we added
water to your...  yuno...  Perhaps it would be watery enough to pass
through the tube."

   Erica made a disgusted face.

   "Hey, it's not my idea," Luke said as he protested.

   "I know, but it's gross either way."

   "What would we tell Ally?" Luke asked as he considered how this would
appear.

   "We can just says it's something to help you get better.  She doesn't
need to know what's in the tube."

   ###

   The following day, Luke was again being fitted with a nasal tube,
although this one was bigger than the last one.  His eyebrows raised when
he saw the stack of IV bags.  "Why so many?" he asked.

   "I got five from the nurse.  I said we needed to feed you this way for a
while.  What will you mix it with?"

   "Plain water.  I figured that would be the best," Luke said.

   "Look...  why don't I take Ally down to the beach, and you can get to
work.  I bought a blender that you can toss out when you're done."

   "So where will you...?" Luke asked with reluctance.

   "I'll leave it in the bathtub in my bathroom.  Make sure you clean the
tub spotless when you're done."

   Luke nodded.

   ###

   With the materials set out, Luke got to work.  As soon as Erica and Ally
were out the door, he retrieved the stool from Erica's bathroom.  He was
surprised at how large it was, but seeing as he was used to consuming
Ally's waste, this wasn't totally unexpected.  The bigger surprise was
that, in order to make a liquid thin enough to go down the tube, he ended
up with five bags when he was done.  The color had a distinct blue hue,
given that Erica had suggested using blue food dye to mask the contents.

   Luke used the laundry room to make his concoction, and he aired out the
room once he finished cleaning up.  After packing the bags of Erica's
liquefied feces into a box, he carried them back upstairs.  Going outside,
he waved down the beach to Erica, who was keeping watch for him to indicate
he had finished his task.

   Clad in a baby blue one-piece swimsuit, Ally bounced up the path to her
house.  "Mommy said you have to wear that tube again, are you gonna be OK?"

   "Yeah, I'll be fine.  The doctor dropped off some medication that I need
to take.  It should only be for a couple days."

   "Can I help?" Ally asked eagerly.

   "Sure, I guess so," Luke said with a shrug.  There wasn't much to do
other than hook up a bag to his tube and squeeze, but he didn't see any
reason why she couldn't help him with it.

   "I have some work to do," Erica said as she strode by the pair and into
the house.

   "Com'on, let's go watch TV," Ally said as she took Luke by the hand and
pulled him to the living room, kicking off her flip flops once she got
inside.

   As he was weaving through the kitchen, Luke grabbed the box of bags and
carried it with him.  Once in the living room, he dropped the box on the
floor beside the couch.

   Ally flopped down onto the sofa and grabbed the remote control.  After
flipping on the television, she watched Luke as he sat on the floor in
front of her.

   With bag in hand, Luke attached the extension tube to the port that
entered his nose.  Once done, he uncrimped the hose and then passed the bag
back to Ally.

   "What do I do?" Ally asked as she looked at the odd colored contents.

   "Just squeeze it. . .  Gently."

   Using both hands, Ally gave the bag a squeeze.  She watched as the
contents snaked their way down the tube and then into Luke's nose.  A
spontaneous giggle escaped her lips for no particular reason.

   Luke could feel the effluent as it pooled in his gut, although it took a
few minutes before his stomach began to register its displeasure about the
contents.  A heavy wave of unease flowed through his body as Erica's liquid
feces began to dominate his digestive system.  Unlike with Ally's. . . 
'meals', this wasn't something he was accustomed to consuming.

   Since Ally was finding it tiring to hold and squeeze the bag, she
instead laid on her side and placed the bag between her legs.  Closing her
legs, she used the strength of her thighs to keep pressure on the bag as
she flipped through the channels on the television.

   A spontaneous burp erupted from Luke's mouth, and his taste buds were
assaulted by the putrid flavor of Erica's crap.  He considered himself
fortunate that she never asked him to eat from her as well, since he was
quickly realizing how much more vile her feces tasted.

   Ally waved her foot in front of Luke's face and wiggled her toes.

   Without asking, Luke reached up and took Ally's foot in his hand and
began to knead it in a gentle and relaxing manner.  Despite his nausea, her
comfort was always his top priority.

   Over the course of an hour, Ally had successfully filled Luke's tummy
with a bag of his 'medicine'.  While she didn't know what it was, she hoped
it would make him feel better.  Once her show was over, she asked Luke to
give her a shoulder ride along the beach.  She wanted her mom to do it
earlier, but her mom said that she was too heavy.

   With a new bag attached, Luke used a short tube to connect it to his
nose, and then slipped the package behind his head.  He felt Ally shuffle
slightly as she allowed the sac to slip behind his neck; after which she
took hold of his chin and began to hump her crotch against the back of his
neck.  Again the fluid began to flow, as he took her on a long walk down
the beach.  Once they were done, he left her in the living room and excused
himself to go to the washroom.

   A series of dry heaves rocked Luke's stomach as he sat on the closed
toilet.  Since it was nearing dinner time, he decided to forgo ingesting
any more of Erica's foul fluid, since he knew he would be expected to eat
Ally's 'dinner' in a couple hours.  The last thing he needed was to throw
up any of her offering.

   About an hour after Luke finished feeding from Ally, he connected the
third pouch.  He didn't want to store them, given the contents, so he
pushed himself to finish them before bedtime.

   Since Luke stayed with Ally, and she liked to watch television in her
bedroom after dinner, that's where he resumed his horrid task.

   After Ally recovered from her tonsillitis, she told her mother she
wanted Luke's bed to stay pressed up against hers.  She liked the idea of
having him near her, but not in the same bed.

   Given that his stomach was uneasy, Luke didn't plan on asking Ally to
'help' coat his stomach with more of her mother's liquid feces.  That
didn't matter though.  When Luke flopped down onto his bed, she held out
her feet and waited for him to put the bag between them.

   With a sigh of acceptance, Luke handed over the next bag as he let his
head drop onto his pillow.

   Ally's toes deftly handled the bag, and soon she had it on the bed
between her feet.  She decided to place the soles of her feet together,
with the bag in the middle, so she could squeeze the bag as she watched
television.  She did the same for the last two bags, and was pleased when
they were all empty.

   Luke sighed with relief when he had ingested the last of Erica's crap.
With the empty bags in hand, he went to the washroom and pulled out the
nose tube--disposing of both in the trash, and then taking it outside.

   The following day, Luke found himself feeling a bit better.  His
diarrhea was now under control, and with the addition of fiber additives,
things improved markedly.  Within a week, he was back to his usual self. 
Still a bit weak, but without the digestive issues.

   ###

   The next night, Ally was laying in bed--staring at the ceiling--as
moonlight filtered into the room.  "Luke?"

   "Yeah?" Luke replied with closed eyes.

   "Do you like being my potty?" Ally asked with unease.

   "Why do you ask?"

   "Just tell me," Ally said with insistence.

   "I like to make you happy, " Luke said with sincerity.

   "But do you like being my potty?"

   Luke sighed, since he could see where this was going.  He didn't like
this question since it made him conflicted.  He never lied to her, but he
never said anything that would hurt her.  This answer had the potential to
force him to do one of those.  "Ally, I'll be honest with you.  When I
drank your pee the very first time, I didn't like it.  But that was because
I was forced to."

   "So you don't like it then?" Ally asked as a frown burrowed its way onto
her face.

   "No Ally, that's not it.  When you were nice to me at the cabin, you
became a special friend.  That's when the taste of your pee changed.  I
started to like it.  I wanted to drink it, because every time I drank it
you would smile at me."

   "Really?"

   "Yeah.  I was sad and lonely, but you were good to me.  Even though you
didn't have to be nice to me, you were.  You saved my life."

   "How?" Ally said as she rolled over in bed.  She looked over the side of
her bed at Luke with an astonished expression on her face.

   Luke opened his eyes when he heard the sounds above him, and found
himself looking directly into Ally's eyes.  "If you were mean to me, I
wouldn't have been your potty.  And if I wasn't your potty then I would
have died."

   "Really?"

   Luke nodded solemnly.

   "Is it wrong for me to like it?" Ally asked with unease and she lay back
down and stared at the ceiling again.

   "To like what?"

   "You being my potty."

   "Oh," Luke said as he paused to consider an answer.  While it was easy
enough to say yes, he decided to take a different tack.  "Well. . .  Have I
ever said that I didn't want to do it?"

   "No."

   "Have I ever spit anything up since I moved in with you?"

   "No."

   "Do I make you feel good with my mouth?"

   "Yeah."

   "And have I said I like doing it for you?"

   "Yeah."

   "Well if that's true--if I like what I'm doing--then shouldn't it be OK
for you to like it too?" Luke asked.

   After pondering it for a few moments, Ally decided that Luke made sense.
While it may not be something that other people do, she liked doing this.
More importantly, she didn't want to stop.  With a smile creeping across
her face, Ally said, "Yeah."

   "Let me ask you something else," Luke said as he decided to bring the
point home.  "When your mother asked you to go potty in my mouth, she said
you were disgusted by the idea.  Is that true?"

   "Yeah.  It just seemed so gross," Ally said as she unconsciously
wrinkled her nose at the memory.

   "But you like doing it now though, right?" Luke asked.

   "Mmmm hmmm," Ally purred softly.

   "See?  Just because you don't like something at the beginning doesn't
mean you'll never like it.  You thought it was gross at first, but now you
like doing it, right?"

   "Uh huh..." Ally said with a nod, despite the fact that Luke couldn't
see her.

   "Well if you can change how you feel about using my mouth to go potty,
then can't I change my mind as to wanting to be your potty?"

   Ally paused as she considered what Luke said.  It all made sense to her
now.  While he may not have wanted to do it before, he did want to do it
now.  Just like how she didn't want to do it in the beginning, but grew to
enjoy it in ways she never imagined.

   Luke continued when Ally didn't respond.  "As for the other things we
do, that's something I never expected to happen.  But I did it because I
thought it would make you feel good."

   "It does," Ally said as she blurted out her response.  "At first it was
kinda weird, but in a good way."

   "But you understand that I'm doing it because I want to, not because I
have to. . .  right?" Not waiting for a response, Luke added, "Your mother
never told me to do this, I'm doing it because you like it."

   "It feels good," Ally said as she reflected on the pleasure she had been
experiencing from Luke's mouth.  "I like it."

   "I'm glad.  Just remember that I'll do it as much or as little as you
want.  If you never wanted to do it again, I would still be your potty."

   "What if I wanted you to do it more?" Ally asked.

   "Then I'll do it more.  I don't think I ever said it, but I'll always
keep going until you want to stop."

   "What if I wanted to do it for hours?" Ally asked with a curious tone.

   "Then I would do it for hours."

   "What if I wanted to do it all day?" Ally asked, this time in a more
eager voice.

   "Then we would do it all day."

   "What if I wanted to do it for ever and ever?" Ally asked, her voice now
exposing that she was teasing him.

   "I think it might be hard for you to walk around if my head was always
between your legs," Luke said.

   Ally giggled at the thought.

   "Like I said, it's all up to you.  So long as it makes you happy, that's
what matters.  Anyway. . .  Let's get some sleep and we can talk more in
the morning.  Goodnight Ally."

   "Goodnight Luke," Ally said as she rolled over and closed her eyes.

   ###

   After growing fully accustomed to using Luke as her potty over the past
months, Ally began to feel an urge to have Luke 'want' it, instead of
feeling like he only did it because she told him to.  She was never quite
sure if he really liked what he was doing, and so she decided to see for
herself.  Her plan was to 'forget' to feed him, and so he would have to ask
her.  That evening, after she had dinner, she fought the urges of her
bowels and watched some television.

   Luke was a bit unsure of what to do when Ally didn't call him upstairs
like she normally did.  At present he was laying on his back in the living
room as she sat on his face while he pleasured her button.  Since Erica was
out shopping, they would be alone in the house for at least an hour, if not
more.  This left them with the house to themselves.

   Ally's languid rocking belied the fact that she was already beginning to
feel pressure in her bowels.  As much as she wanted to go potty, it took
Luke an hour before he finally said something.

   "Ummm. . .  Ally?" Luke asked with uncertainty when she shifted off his
mouth briefly.

   Since Ally had her skirt over his head, she wasn't worried about him
seeing the tiny smirk on her face.  "Yeah?" she said as she pulled the
front of her skirt up so she could see his face.

   "Did you have to. . .  yuno. . .  'go potty'?"

   "No.  Why?" Ally asked with an innocent expression on her face.

   "No reason," Luke said as he looked away.

   "Okay," Ally said with a shrug as she dropped her skirt over his head
and briskly slid her button back onto his mouth.  "Do it slow like before,"
she said as she subtly shifted her hips left and right to settle herself
snugly onto his lips.

   Luke let out a grunt to acknowledge her request, and set out to appease
her desires.  When she wanted 'slow', it meant he essentially just nursed
on her sex in a very gentle way.  The idea was not to make her orgasm, but
just to make her feel good.

   With a long and drawn out sigh, Ally allowed her eyes to close as she
felt his tongue draw slow and gentle circles around her button.  She found
it hard to imagine life without the pleasure he provided.  Even if her mom
told her that Luke couldn't eat her potty anymore, she still wouldn't want
to give up what she was feeling right now.

   A grumble rippled through Luke stomach as he wondered how long it would
be before she would be ready to 'go'.  It wasn't that he was eager to
consume her feces, it was more that when he ate from her, he wouldn't be
hungry anymore.  Although the amount of her waste wasn't excessive, the
content made his stomach 'shut off' for the day as it churned her rancid
meal.

   While Ally was able to resist the urge to poo, she still had to pee. 
After halting her undulations, she made sure she was in the right place. 
It took no effort to relax, and within moments she was flowing.  As she
drained a satisfying stream of pee into Luke, she sat up straight, opened
her eyes, and looked down at the lump under her skirt.  A gentle smile
warmed her face as she rested her hands on top of his head, and listened to
the rhythmic swallowing sounds coming from underneath her.

   When Luke had finished drinking the young girl's urine, he lapped up any
remaining fluids and then resumed what he was doing before she interrupted
him.  His mind was still pondering why she hadn't yet given him 'dinner'.
Was she constipated?  It was almost as if she had forgotten about him.

   An hour later, Luke was released from under Ally's skirt when Erica
arrived back home.  His stomach was again expressing its desire to have
something inside it, so he decided to ask again.  It felt weird asking her
about something like this, since the whole idea behind his role was that he
was to serve her.  Yet there was also a strange desire within him.  It was
almost as if eating from her was a means to show his devotion.  As strange
as it might have felt, he always felt a deep connection to her when her
waste was inside him.

   "Let's go upstairs," Ally said as she held out her hand.  Now that her
mom was home, she would want to watch the television in the living room. 
As he rose to his feet, she smiled at Luke and then began a slow walk to
her bedroom with him in tow.  While walking, she briefly turned and looked
at him as he followed, flashing him a small smile of satisfaction.

   As Luke let himself be led away, his unfocused eyes watched Ally's long
hair as it swayed back and forth with each step she took.  She could have
been walking him into a gas chamber and he would have followed her.

   When they finally reached the bedroom, Ally walked to the side of her
bed.  With a tug, she pulled downwards on Luke's hand, and he complied by
dropping to his knees.

   With hunger prompting Luke, he decided to take the initiative again. 
"Hey Ally?"

   "Yeah?" Ally said as she crawled onto the bed and dangled her legs over
the side.

   "Are you sure you don't have to go?" Luke asked sheepishly as he cast
his eyes to the floor.

   A knowing grin came to Ally's face as she slipped off the bed and stood
beside Luke.  She reached down and used her hand to gently lift up his
chin. "Why?" she asked in a soft tone as she stared down into his eyes.

   "Isn't this when you usually do it?" Luke asked as he slowly began to
become lost in her blue eyes.

   "Yeah, but is that why you asked?"

   "No. . ." Luke said with reservation.

   "Why then?"

   "Because I was getting a bit hungry."

   "But you never asked before, so why now?"

   "Because. . .  Just because. . ." Luke said as he pulled his head from
her hand and cast his eyes back down at the floor.

   "Why," Ally asked with insistence as she used both hands to lift his
head back to face her.  "Tell me," she said with her palms cradling his
jaw.

   "I can't. . ." Luke said with shame filtering into his voice.

   "Yes you can; tell me," Ally said with insistence as her thumbs stroked
his cheeks.

   "Because it makes you happy, and. . .  " Luke's voice then dropped to a
whisper, "you matter to me," he said as he uncharacteristically opened his
heart to the young girl.  While he had professed his love to her in the
hospital when he was ill, he hadn't spoken of his feelings for her since
then.

   Ally smiled bashfully.  While she wanted him to open up to her, she also
wanted him to do what he did in the cabin and ask her to do it.  Ever since
he did it that first time, she always wished he would do it again.  It was
strange, but she had a deep-seeded desire to have him be the one who wanted
to do it, and not the other way around.

   "Please?" Luke asked as he gazed up at her with longing eyes.

   "Please what?" Ally asked.

   "Please can you feed me?"

   "Feed you what?"

   Luke hesitated.  It wasn't that he enjoyed the taste of her excrement.
That wasn't something he would ever enjoy.  It also wasn't that he had a
desire to be debased.  He was hungry, not for her feces, but for the love
and affection she gave him when he consumed it.

   "Feed you what?" Ally asked again in a quiet tone as she leaned her face
closer to his.

   After directing his eyes downward again, he said, "Your poo."

   "No--look at me when you say it," Ally said as she gave his face a
gentle tug upwards.

   It was hard for Luke to look her in the eyes.  He felt ashamed for
wanting to do what he was asking.

   "Tell me," Ally said, as she stared down at him with eyes full of
desire.

   "I want your poo.  I want to eat it.  Please...?" Luke asked in a
slightly pleading tone.

   A satisfied smile came to Ally's face, and she felt a tingle inside. 
Just the idea of him wanting it made her feel special.  "Okay, I'll let you
have it today.  But from now on I want you to ask.  Every day," she said in
a commanding, yet mild-tempered tone.

   As the intensity of the moment rippled through his mind, Luke considered
the shift in their relationship.  He couldn't understand what was driving
his feelings; all he knew was that he would do anything to please her.  If
that meant 'begging' to be fed from her pert and flawless bronze globes, he
would do that.

   "Well?" Ally asked when he hadn't responded.

   "I want your poo Ally.  I promise, you'll never have to ask me to eat it
again.  I'll ask you every day.  Please?" Luke said as he lost himself in
Ally's eyes.

   Ally released his cheeks and reached down to Luke's hand.  After
grasping his pinky finger with her right hand, she gave a gentle tug and
pulled him towards his bed.  In silence, she looked up at him, and then
directed a glance at his mattress.

   Without being asked, Luke lowered himself while keeping eye contact with
Ally.  As he waited, he watched her take off her sundress.  This was
uncommon for her.  Usually she wouldn't get fully undressed unless she was
getting changed in the morning or at night--or when she had a shower.  The
rest of the time she would simply lift the hem and lower herself to his
face.

   Ally didn't know why she wanted to strip naked, it was simply the urge
that she felt in the moment.  After tossing her sundress onto the bed, she
slowly walked to the head of Luke's mattress and looked down at his
inverted face.  She stood there for a moment and let him soak in the view
of her body.  "Drink me," she said as she lowered herself to her knees and
settled her slit onto his lips.

   An unexpected shutter twitched Luke's jaw as her crease embraced his
lips.  Although he usually didn't move when he served her in this way, he
felt an overwhelming urge to reach up and pull her body in tighter.  With
her rosebud caressing his nose, he wrapped his arms around her thighs and
hugged her immature sex against his face.

   A knowing smile snuck onto Ally's lips as she placed her hands atop his
on her thighs.  She took a few moments to soak in his desire as she relaxed
her bladder.  With a sigh, she gave him the fluid that had been brewing
inside her body.  With her eyes coming to a close, she reveled in the
feelings that were washing over her.  She felt desired in a way that she
hadn't really felt before.  Not even at the cabin.  As her urine drained
into the man below, she let out a long slow moan of pleasure.

   Luke's eyes could only see her bottom, so he closed them to better focus
his mind on their connection.  As Ally's briny essence tricked onto his
tongue, he gave himself over to the passion burning inside him.  With each
drop of urine that he swallowed, he savored the inrush that replaced it. 
When the flow slowed to a dribble, he let out a small moan of discontent.

   As Ally waited for Luke to finish swabbing her seam, she pondered how
she wanted to feed him.  This was something she wanted to become different.
Despite having fed him on over a hundred other days, she felt a renewed
desire to turn this into something special between the two of them. 
Something different from how it all started at the cabin.  This would be
the formation of a new bond between them.

   Although Luke could have spent an hour seeking out every last trace of
urine, he disconnected from his perverted embrace when Ally lifted herself
from his lips.  After a final kiss to her mons, he let his head fall back
onto the mattress as he opened his eyes.

   It took a moment for Ally to decide how she wanted to proceed, but she
finally decided that she wanted to look into his eyes when she continued.
After raising up and rotating herself around, she eased her hole atop his
lips and then gave her bottom a tiny wiggle from side to side to settle
herself down.  "Look at me," she said as she stared into his eyes while
bearing down.

   In an instant, Luke's eyes snapped upwards.

   "Eat," Ally said quietly as she felt the poo inside her ease itself past
her opening.  With intense eye contact, she delivered the first mouthful.

   As much as Luke wished he could become immune to the vile taste, he knew
that it would always be a challenge for him to consume her waste.

   Glancing to her hips, she noticed that Luke's hands were laid passively
at his sides.  Without words, she reached down, laced her fingers with his,
and then pulled his hands to her thighs.  As she bore down, she squeezed
his fingers.

   While Luke received her first offering, he kept his eyes trained on
Ally's face.  It was clear she wanted this to be different, and he could
tell that there was a renewed vigor within her.  As her first offering was
pinched off into his mouth, his eyes watered slightly as he worked on
chewing it into a paste.

   "You're going to ask for it every day, right?" Ally asked.

   As Luke continued to masticate her bowel fruit, he managed to nod.

   "You love it, right?'

   Luke nodded again.

   "Tell me," Ally said as squeezed his fingers again.

   It took a few moments for Luke to swallow what was in his mouth.  When
he did, he said, "I love your poo."

   "OK, prove it then," Ally said as she began to bear down a second time.
"Don't swallow the rest."

   Luke was considering her demand as her hole puckered again.  When her
mushy mud pushed its way into his mouth, he tried to understand why was
asking for him to do this.  She wanted him to just keep her poo in his
mouth.  For how long?  For what purpose?  As he pondered this, his mouth
was slowly being packed full of her filth.

   A tiny grunt escaped Ally's lips as she pushed out the remainder of
Luke's meal.  While she didn't know what possessed her to tell him not to
swallow it, a strange thrill stirred butterflies in her stomach.  Would he
do it?  Could he do it?  With the last of her poo deposited into Luke's
mouth, she pondered how he would clean her.  After a few moments of
thought, she realized that it wouldn't be possible.

   It was a surprise when Luke felt Ally lift up off him.  Usually she
stayed connected to him for a while when she fed him 'dinner'.  When she
was off his face, he struggled to close his lips and not allow any to
escape.  Once done, it seemed like there wasn't an inch of space left in
his mouth

   Ally flashed Luke a mischievous grin as she stepped over him and walked
to the bathroom.  While it had been a long time since she had used toilet
paper, she decided that having Luke keep her poo in his mouth was more
important to her than him being able to clean her.  After wiping herself
clean and flushing the soiled paper, she sauntered back to Luke's mattress,
stood over his head, and looked down.  "Open your mouth," she said.

   With reluctance, Luke slowly parted his lips and exposed the tepid mud
coating his teeth and tongue.

   As much as Ally wished it didn't revolt her to see this, she wrinkled
her nose at the sight of the mess in his mouth.  "Close it," she said.

   A heave rocked Luke's stomach as he closed his mouth.  With watery eyes,
he blinked as he waited to hear what she wanted him to do.

   Ally lowered herself down and sat on Luke's upper chest, with her feet
still astride his ears.  She stared at him for a few moments.  Despite how
long he had been serving her, she still found it amazing how obedient he
was to her.  Here he was, laying on the floor with a mouthful of her poo as
she sat on his chest and stared him.

   Luke's mind was in turmoil.  While he was devoted to her, he was
struggling with the substance in his mouth.  He had never dealt with this
taste for very long.  Usually she just expected him to swallow it.

   In silence, Ally sat and gazed down at Luke for a few moments with a
contented smile on her face.  In her mind she couldn't help but be amazed
at what he would do for her.  Finally, after standing up, she said, "When I
have to pee later, you can swallow it then, okay?"

   With a meek nod, Luke kept his mouth closed and rose to sit upright. 
His eyes wandered over her naked body as he let out a mournful sigh.  He
was hoping that they would have done 'more' together, but he couldn't
really do anything with his mouth full.

   As Ally put on her sundress, she gave Luke a sweet smile.  Then, as she
had done often before, she raised the rear hem of her sundress bent forward
slightly, teasing him with a final glimpse of her tiny puckered opening.

   Although Luke had tried to avoid it, the increasing level of saliva in
his mouth made it necessary to swallow.  His eyes winced in discomfort and
he grimaced when the vile liquid trickled down this throat.  While he may
have said he wanted to eat from her, that didn't mean he liked the taste.
He would never like the taste, and no amount of love for Ally could change
that.

   "I wanna watch TV," Ally said.  As she pulled him to her bed, she
clambered up and directed him to lay on his back.

   Luke let the young girl put him into position as she had done many times
before, on his back with his knees bent.  It would seem she wanted to use
him as a chair, and rest her feet on his face.  Ever since the first time
Erica demonstrated this position to Ally, it quickly became a favorite for
her.

   When Ally had Luke in place, she grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under
his head, then tossed another on his midsection.  She was almost about to
climb atop him when she remembered the remote.  Leaning to the side, she
grabbed the control and then carefully settled herself down into her
'chair'.  After using her toes to push the hair away from his eyes, she
nonchalantly lowered her feet onto his face.

   Now that Ally was comfortable, she turned on the television and dropped
the remote beside her.  Every once in a while, she felt Luke heave.  It was
kinda fun for her, since it gave her a bit of a 'ride' on his belly.  When
she had gone for ten minutes without him heaving, she pressed the pads of
her feet against his cheeks during a commercial break.  The pressure forced
some of the collected substance in his mouth to be swallowed, which
rewarded her with another heave.

   A spontaneous giggle slipped from Ally's lips as she looked down at
Luke. She wasn't doing this to be mean; to her this was something playful.
Since she never had to taste what he was tasting, she had no concept of
what she was making him endure.  In her mind she was recalling how Luke
said to her that 'her intent was what mattered the most'.  If she wasn't
doing it to be mean, then it wasn't mean.

   It was that simple.

   Luke quickly understood that Ally found this new kind of torment fun,
and so he shelved the rising displeasure he was beginning to feel.  He
often had to remind himself that she was only a young girl.  She couldn't
possibly understand how disturbing this kind of behavior would be viewed by
'normal people'.  It took a few more occurrences with her feet before he
discovered that what she actually enjoyed, were the contractions of his
stomach.  He began to mimic the action of heaving, putting extra effort
into making his stomach rise as much as possible.

   Peals of laughter poured from Ally when Luke began to bounce her around
on his stomach.  She slid her feet off his face so they were astride his
ears to maintain her balance as she 'rode' him.

   An impish grin flushed onto Luke's face as he reached up and tickled
Ally's sides.  His struggles triggered a swallow, and a genuine heave again
rocked his stomach.

   "Stop," Ally said between giggles as she reached out to grab his wrists,
pushing them back down against the bed.  "It's back," she said as she
noticed that the commercials were over and her show was on.  Without
waiting for him to comply, she promptly put her feet back onto his face and
settled back against his thighs.  When she was sure he wouldn't tickle her
anymore, she released her grip on his wrists.

   When Luke took inventory of what was left in his mouth, he was surprised
to realize that most of her mud was gone.  Despite this, there was still
more than enough left in various pockets of his mouth.  The top and bottom
of the gums in his cheeks continued to leech her fetid love onto his
tongue.

   It was almost an hour before Ally's conscience caught up with her. 
While she found the thought of his mouth covered in poo to be exciting in a
devious way, she also knew that his heaves weren't heaves of pleasure. 
"You thirsty now?" she asked rhetorically as she removed her feet from his
face and pulled up the hem of her dress.

   "Mmmm," Luke moaned eagerly as he nodded.

   "Okay; swallow and then I'll pee," Ally said in a matter-of-fact tone as
she stared down at him.

   Once Luke had managed to clear the remaining substance from his mouth,
he opened it to say, "Done."

   Without words, Ally slid herself forward.  It was a movement she had
done so often, that she could do it blindfolded if she had to.  It was
almost as if there was a magnet in his lips, which attracted another magnet
in her lower lips.  It was a connection that seemed to happen as naturally
as two people shaking hands.

   Luke cradled her bum with his palms as he guided her slit to his mouth.

   After a long exhale, Ally began to pee, but then cut the flow when she
had given him a mouthful.  She figured that he would want to rinse.

   Not wasting any time, Luke used her pee to bathe the tissues of his
mouth.  The result tasted exceptionally vile, and he again heaved as he
swallowed it down.  He was surprised at how much he had been heaving this
evening.  Usually he hardly heaved at all.  But this new way of doing
things had been a challenge for him.  "More please?" he asked as he
resealed his lips on her seam.

   "Ahhh. . ." Ally said with a childish sigh as she let herself go.  While
she didn't have much pee--since she went an hour ago--she never tired of
the feeling she had when releasing it into his mouth.  When she was done,
she relaxed and let his tongue lick her clean.

   For his part, Luke was pleased that he only had to spend an hour
'nursing' on Ally's feces.  With his mouth clean, he could now focus on
getting his stomach to eliminate the effluent.  However, he was also happy
to have his mouth empty, since he meant he could 'nurse' on something else.
In particular, a small pea-sized button.

   "Go slow," Ally said in a tone that made clear her desire.  A deep
involuntary gasp escaped her mouth when she felt Luke begin to pleasure
her. Despite the fact she knew this feeling well, it still caught her off
guard sometimes.  Wanting to enjoy this sensation more, she crossed her
legs while pulling up his head, and then allowed his head to drop back onto
her ankles.  The effect tilted his head forward and allowed her to keep
herself connected to his lips as she laid her body back on his chest.

   "Thank you," Luke said, uncharacteristically, when he felt her position
him to give her pleasure.  It was easier on his neck this way, and that
meant he could do it longer.

   And he did.

   This represented a turning point in his relationship with Ally.  Over
the next two hours, Luke spent the time taking her up and down the pleasure
mountain.  On occasion they changed positions.  With her on her back and
Luke laying his head between her legs.  Then next with him on his back
again, as she straddled his head and lowered herself onto his face.

   When Luke could no longer put off taking a bathroom break, he returned
to find Ally sitting on the edge of the bed.  Without words, he dropped to
his knees and ducked his head under her sundress.

   Ally let out a spontaneous giggle when Luke dove between her thighs. 
But it wasn't that she found it funny.  She was beginning to appreciate how
much better it could be when he wanted to do it--versus her telling him to
do it.  Her body was awash in a deep feeling of being desired.  Not just
any desire, but his desire to pleasure her.  After holding his head in
place, she flopped back onto the bed, and relaxed her bladder.

   As Ally listened to the melody of Luke's rhythmic swallows, she began to
sink deeper into thought.  It took a minute for her to finally understand
it, but it made sense now.  While she knew he liked doing what he was
doing, it wasn't the same as knowing that he desired her.

   In a way, it was like when Ally had a dog before moving to the island.
If she offered the dog a treat, he would be eager to take it.  But he would
also beg for treats.  When he begged, it put her in a position of power. 
She liked the idea that she had something that her dog wanted.  She liked
the idea that he would do anything to get that treat.

   For Ally, she knew now that Luke had gone from being eager to 'take a
treat' from her, to actually begging for her treats.  She knew that Luke
belonged to her in a way that he never did before.  With her bladder empty,
she sighed when he went back to pleasing her as he had before.  Despite her
mind still washing in the pleasure that Luke was giving her, she sat up and
pushed him back.  She knew it was time for bed.  While Luke's glistening
face looked confused, she smiled as she watched him sit back on his heels
and wait for her next command.

   Ally reached her hand out, and when it was close to Luke's mouth, she
pointed her index finger and began to rub it around his fluid-slickened
lips.  "This. . .  is mine," she said in a direct tone as she stared into
his eyes.  "Right?"

   As shivers rippled through Luke's body, he said, "Yes.  All of me
belongs to you."

   A slow smile grew on Ally's lips as she caressed Luke's cheek.

   "Let's get to bed before mom comes up.  Go get changed," Ally said in an
instructive manner.

   Without hesitation, Luke did as instructed and went to the washroom to
change into his bedclothes.

   This was the beginning of a new chapter in Ally's life.  Ever since she
had her first period, she had been feeling surges of passion.  Up until
today, she hadn't been able to put her finger on what they were, but now
she understood.

   It was also why Ally had talked to her mom earlier in the day.  She told
her mom that she wanted things to be 'different' with Luke.  Not a major
change, but more just that she wanted the freedom to do whatever she wanted
with him.  While her mom wasn't agreeable at first, Ally brought up the
point that she was becoming a woman, and wanted to be treated that way.  In
the end, her mother relented, provided that Luke was never naked.  Ally
agreed.

   When Luke exited the washroom in the tshirt and shorts he usually wore
to bed, he was a bit surprised that Ally had already turned off the bedroom
lights.  Despite this, a sliver of light from the last flicker of sunset
cast a pale amber glow in the room.  By the window stood Ally, and he gazed
in fascination at how her hair took on the color of the sun.

   With a curl on one side of her lips, and a raised eyebrow, Ally crooked
a finger at Luke.

   Almost in a daze, Luke walked towards Ally.  Although she hasn't said a
word, once he was in front of her he dropped to his knees, sat on his
heels, and looked up at her with supplicating eyes.

   Ally reached down, and in an effortless motion, pulled her sundress up
and over her head.  After dropping it on the floor in front of her, she
took the two steps needed to close the distance between herself and Luke.
As she gazed down at his eager eyes, she reached out, pulled his face
against her stomach, and began to run her fingers through his hair.

   Luke inhaled Ally's sweet scent as he kissed her navel, and then closed
his eyes.  Yet pain coursed though his mind as it tried to reconcile his
emotions with the situation.  It was one thing to serve her as he had been,
but what he felt in the moment was different.  Although Luke had said that
he 'loved' Ally in the hospital, it was more than that now.

   In an almost possessive way, Luke wrapped his arms around Ally, and
squeezed his face tight against her warm body.  That's when it happened. 
Something clicked in his mind, and the pain was washed away.  "Oh god, I
love you so much," he said as he nuzzled his face against her.

   "I know," Ally said in a tone not much above a whisper.  With
reluctance, she gently pushed back on Luke, and he immediately responded by
relaxing his hold.  "It's time for bed. . .  com'on," she said as she held
out her hand.

   Once Luke had Ally's hand in his, he stood and let her lead him.  Yet
when she passed his bed, he stopped and asked, "Where are we going?"

   "To bed," Ally said.  Then, turning her head so she could meet his eyes,
she added, "You sleep with me from now on."

   "What?" Luke asked in surprise.  It wasn't that he objected in
principle, but it was something that had always been off-limits to him. 
"What about your mom?" he asked in a reluctant tone.

   "She knows.  It's okay. . .  Com'on," Ally said as she gave her hand a
tug and brought him to her bed.

   Luke moved ahead of her and pulled down the covers with his free hand.
Then, he helped her up and under the blankets.  Once she was in place, she
released his hand, but he hesitated.  Not only was he reluctant to get into
bed with her, she wasn't wearing a nightie like she usually did.  As he
gazed as her naked body, he found himself at a loss for words.

   "Com'on. . ." Ally said.  "It's okay.  I promise," she said as she
patted the space beside her.

   It took a few moments, but Luke finally got the courage to get into bed
with Ally.  The experience was almost surreal.  While he knew that nothing
would happen with his chastity device in place, it was still a strangely
humbling experience to be in bed with her.

   "From now on, you sleep here," Ally declared as she waited for Luke to
lie down.  "In the morning, if you wake up first, I want you to lick me. 
But do it really slow until I wake up.  Okay?"

   "Of course," Luke said as his head hit the pillow.  "Anything you want,"
he added as he pulled the covers over them.  Since he was still anxious
about it all, he was laying flat on his back with his arms at his
sides--motionless.

   "Good night, Luke," Ally said as she rolled over.  She flung her arm
across Luke's chest as she simultaneously slid her thigh over his thigh. 
With a sigh of contentment, she snuggled against his shoulder and closed
her eyes.

   "Good night, Ally," Luke said.  With care, he snaked his arm out from
underneath her, and then wrapped it around her back.  As his eyes drifted
to a close, he let his head come to rest against hers.  The smell of her
hair was easing his anxiety.  He could feel her body as she breathed--slow
and steady.

   That night, Luke had the best night of sleep that he could ever
remember.

   ###

   A month later, Luke was doing some yard work as Ally worked on some of
her home school assignments.  Seeing movement in his peripheral vision, he
turned his head and saw Erica approaching.

   "Do you have a minute?" Erica asked as she strode up to Luke.

   "Sure.  What's up?" Luke asked as he used his sleeve to wipe the sweat
off his brow.

   "I just wanted you to know that I'm pregnant," Erica said in a
matter-of-fact tone that belied the significance of her remark.

   "What do you mean you're pregnant?" Luke said as his eyes widened.  "How
could this happen."

   "Well, when a man and a woman love each other--" Erica began to say in a
sarcastic tone.

   "--You know what I mean," Luke said as he rolled his eyes.

   "It's my late-husband's baby," Erica said.  "He froze some of his sperm
a few years ago.  We were always planning on having a second child, but. .
. Well, you know how that went.  After he died, I considered destroying his
sperm, but I could never bring myself to do it."

   "What made you change your mind?" Luke asked.

   "To be honest, it was Ally."

   "What did she say?"

   "Oh she didn't say anything. . .  It's just that she's getting older,
and she'll be going to junior high soon.  As much as I'd like her to stay
here with me, she needs to be around other kids."

   "But I thought this was how you wanted it," Luke said.

   "It is.  She knows that we have to lie low because of my. . . 
activities.  The whole reason you're here is since I got a bit careless. 
But I don't want her to feel isolated.  She chats with the other kids in
her homeschool program, but that doesn't replace social interaction."

   "She has me though," Luke said as he tried to highlight his role in her
life.

   "Yes, she does, and she's grown quite fond of you.  There's an excellent
school not too far away, but it's on one of the other islands, so she'd
need to live there during the week."

   Luke was beginning to understand.  "So what you're saying is that you
don't want to give up on being a mother."

   "Exactly.  If Ally was to leave, there would be no reason for you to
stay.  Which means I'd be alone here.  But if I had another child, you
could stay, and I would still have a child at home."

   "With all due respect Erica, isn't a bit presumptuous to assume that I
would stay to take care of another child?  I have a 'special arrangement'
with Ally.  I'm not doing this because I like being a nanny or because I
like doing the. . .  other things.  I'm doing this for her."

   "It's not presumptuous at all.  I'll be blunt Luke. . .  If you want to
do anything more with Ally--when she's home on weekends and holidays--then
you'll need to take care of her little sister."

   "Sister?  You know already?"

   "Yes, I had it confirmed last week.  I'll be honest though, I was
tempted to abort."

   "Why?" Luke asked in surprise.

   "Because I really wanted a son, to remember my husband."

   "If I stayed, would I have to take care of the baby's. . .  'toilet
needs' as well?"

   "Of course.  I'm sorry, Luke, but if I wanted a nanny, I could get one
that would do a lot more work around here than you do."

   "Would you really want me doing that with a baby?"

   "Why not?  You've clearly become good at it.  I won't lie, Luke. . . 
The idea of never needing to clean a dirty bum does have its appeal."

   "Look Erica. . .  I'm not exactly sure what perverse pleasure you get
out of me doing this, but I think you need to remember that the baby won't
exactly be able to tell me when it needs to go."

   "I know.  But I'm thinking about the long game here.  Just imagine. . .
I get to tell my daughter--when she's old enough to appreciate it--that you
were cleaning her ass with your tongue from the day she was born."

   Luke felt uneasy at how disturbed Erica had become.  The one thing Luke
couldn't understand, was the change in her attitude.  It used to be she
bristled at him 'serving' Ally's needs openly.  Then, over time, Erica
began to revel in her daughter's use of him.  Now, not only was she
suggesting that he could do this for her next child, but from the day she
was born.

   "Luke?" Erica asked when she noticed he wasn't paying attention.

   "Yes?"

   "I was saying that it would be the height of decadence to have a child
grow up without ever using a toilet.  Imagine if she was able to brag and
tell her friends. . ."

   "Something tells me that they wouldn't be as impressed as you think they
would," Luke said with a wry smile.

   "Hey, mock me all you want, the bottom line is that if I grew up that
way, I'd feel like a queen.  And just so you know, I plan on potty training
her from birth."

   "What?  That's not possible," Luke said in disbelief.

   "Sure it is.  Infant potty training has been done for years.  The reason
most parents won't--or can't--do it is since they don't want to spend the
time watching their kid."

   "I don't follow," Luke said.

   "The first thing you need to do to potty train, is know when it happens
Once you can detect the signs, then you can teach the child to recognize
them too."

   "What would this mean to me?" Luke asked.

   "It would mean that--in the beginning--you would spend every minute of
every day watching her to see when she goes--and what signs she gives when
it happens.  Then, once you have that figured out, the next step is to
watch for those signs.  When you think she may need to go, you quickly sit
her on her 'potty'."

   "Meaning. . .  my mouth," Luke said flatly.

   "You catch on fast," Erica said in a sarcastic tone.  "Of course your
mouth; what else would it be?  Anyway, since she'd be small, I'm sure your
mouth can cover both. . .  holes.  You'll keep her on her 'potty' until she
finishes, or until it becomes clear she doesn't have to go."

   "What about diapers?"

   "She won't be using them."

   "Won't that get messy?"

   "Maybe for you," Erica said with a chortle.  "You're the one who will be
cleaning it up.  But if she's wearing diapers, you won't be able to see
when she goes.  Plus, when it seems like she has to go, you may not have
much time to get her on her 'potty'."

   "When you say clean up, do you mean--"

   "--Yes, with your mouth," Erica said without hesitation as she rolled
her eyes.  "When she's old enough, I want to be able to tell my daughter
that every single drop of her waste went into you.  In the first few
months, she may pee up to twenty times a day, I want you to drink every
drop."

   "Twenty?" Luke said with surprise in his voice.

   "Yep.  But look on the bright side. . .  She'll probably only poo once
or twice a day.  That will be more important.  The sooner you figure out
the signs for that, the easier it will be to potty train her to your
mouth."

   "You're really serious about this, aren't you?"

   "Absolutely.  This is a once in a lifetime opportunity for my daughter.
If you decide to stay, then I expect you to take it as seriously as I do."

   As Luke pondered her desires, he considered his options.  On the one
hand, it would be hard to adapt to the loss of Ally if he was to refuse. 
He would be 'dumped' back home, without a job or a life.  Not only would he
have to 'start over', he would lose the closest thing he had to a daughter.


   On the other hand, staying would mean serving a new 'purpose'.  He
wasn't all that concerned about consuming the baby's excrement.  Given how
small she would be, the amount would be a fraction of what he was eating
now.  What he found himself thinking about the most, was that this child
would be 'toilet trained' to his mouth.  She would grow up knowing only his
mouth as the place where all of her waste goes.  In fact, she would likely
find it awkward to use a toilet, even if she had to.

   Luke would spend his days staring at her crotch, waiting for her to
'go'. At least until she was 'potty trained'.  Is that the kind of life he
wanted to live?  Just as he was about to say 'no', he remembered the reason
for all this.

   Ally.

   Becoming a 'potty' for this infant meant he would get to see Ally on
weekends, holidays, and school breaks.  He could continue to serve her in
his special way.  At night he would be able to caress her warm body, and
fall asleep in her arms.  While he wished that he could stay with her at
school instead, he knew that was unrealistic.  If he wanted to continue to
be with Ally, he had only one choice.

   "Well?  What's it gonna be?" Erica asked with a raised eyebrow.

   "Yes," Luke said with conviction.  "I'll do it."

   Then, in words only spoken in his mind, Luke said, I'll do it for Ally.