Hello readers!
So this one is quite focused on TOILET slavery, some lesbian scenes, FEM DOM, some romance, (Toilet slavery and romance in the same chapters? Impossible!), some Non-Con as well. As always in my stories I have incest and slavery! Please heed this warning. If reading about eating poop from a woman that is a Fem Dom, and also your daughter, is not your gig...Then please read something else.
Thanks always to the dedicated staff of Lit for letting us writers find new ways to make you cum. Onto Amber and Brad!
CHAPTER FIVE
THE PREGNANCY AND A GUEST
A couple of months later we had to get a new place. Princess sold my drums for a quarter of what they were worth, and tossed out most of my clothes. She bought a double wide on it's own land. We didn't have a neighbor for miles. Paul was placed in charge of the cab company, no longer having to pay lease fees and sending us a weekly check.
The main reason for needing more room was the baby girl growing in my daughters womb. A secondary reason was I needed my own bathroom, as the refuse that came from my body was so overwhelmingly offensive, flies died in mid air. A large vent and fan was placed in the ceiling over my bathroom so that the smell would not leak into the rest of the house.
Princess had backed off a bit about me being 'nothing' to her. She cooked a regular meal on Sunday nights for us both to enjoy. I ate from her for every meal other than that one. She began to refrigerate a pitcher of her piss in case I was thirsty, and she didn't have to go. It seemed silly to me, as after being only 4 months along she had to pee constantly, and I knew it would get more frequent the deeper she was in her pregnancy.
She was also much more horny with the pregnancy. I found myself spending hours a day eating her sweet passages.
In just 4 months, all of this. Me being her toilet, living for only her pleasure, and being her property had become "normal" to me. Eating and drinking from only her had seemed like the most intimate thing for a couple to have.
I was so good at it now we could do it in any room of the house. I was an adaptive, mobile, human toilet.
It was the Sunday dinner after she had her five month checkup that she dropped a plane ticket in my lap. It nearly landed on my plate which was on the floor as I ate sitting on the carpet. I had questions, but I wasn't allowed to speak so I just picked it up and looked at it.
"Dawn called me. She and Mother finally had a war. You will go get your other daughter, and bring her home." She ordered. I stood up and faced her. Anger was plain on my face.
"Speak Daddy."
"That girl abused you, treated you like shit! You want her here? She just like your mother, only fatter and meaner!" I barked.
"And I am due for revenge, aren't I Daddy/" She smirked up at me.
"What do you mean?" I asked confused.
"I can always use more slaves for income, and you could always enjoy a slave to fuck and breed. Besides, this way you never go hungry." She smiled at me like she was giving me a gift. I suppose in a way it could be. I needed clarification.
"Wait, so which of us would be in charge of the other?" I asked.
"You Daddy! Naturally! Fuck her all you want. She'll never understand love. But if you need a snack you can eat from her too." She chirped.
"Please no?" I asked.
"Dawn not good enough for your finicky palate?" She smirked at me.
"No she isn't. I eat from you. I love you. I worship YOU!" I stated firmly.
"Do I HAVE to go fetch her? Why can't she drive here?" I asked shortly after the dead air pause.
"DUI. No license. I'll sweeten the pot Daddy. She can only eat and drink from you!" She ginned wide.
"She'll be dead in two days." I commented.
"Very true. Well still, she will lighten the chore load for you, so you can spend more time with me!" She said optimistically.
"How on Mother's green Earth do you plan to get her to walk into slavery like I did?" I asked seriously.
"Same way I got you to accept that I am your Goddess. I'll starve the bitch. Nothing as dramatic as I did with you. I needed you to WANT to eat from me. Just put her on a very restricted diet, make her run, lots of cardio. You know, what you used to do when we were little." She pulled me in to a kiss.
"Okay Princess. I'll need to go shopping to get her a bed and restraints." I said.
"Read my mind Daddy. Finish your dinner. I'm horny."
"Princess, she can't work outside of the house. She will run to the nearest police station." I cautioned.
"No one wants a gagged 400 pound fat whore either. Guess she won't be working." Princess decided.
"Some are into it, but they don't need to know where we live." I said after chewing.
"Motel room?" She asked, her fingernails now scraping over my scalp, relaxing me.
"That could work, but she'd still need to be gagged." Whoring my daughter would be too hard I realized.
"Okay we'll figure out something else." Princess said as she massaged my scalp until I finished my dinner.
"That was soo Good!" I moaned holding my stomach.
"And just think you can have the left overs in about 24 to 36 hours!" She teased.
"Tastes a bit different then." I mumbled.
"You love it because it comes from me. Your Goddess." She smiled down at me.
"I do Princess." I smiled back and met her lips.
"I need you Daddy. I'm going to unlock you. But you can't cum till after I do. If you cum first you will clean it out, give me an oral orgasm, and then I will beat you like I want to beat Dawn!" She warned.
"Understood Princess."
I started with oral just to get her juices flowing and then mounted my daughter missionary. Her baby bump was clearly evident but not large enough to get in the way. The threat she had made was a waste of oxygen as she came within seconds of me being all the way in. We locked our lips as I slowed down to savor the romance of this moment. She was soaking wet, and yet still so tight. I never wanted this feeling to end.
Our bodies would always be connected. She would bear my children, and I would eat and drink from her. To me, after the initial revulsion had passed, it was so much more intimate than anything I had ever experienced before. She was my everything.
"Make love to me Daddy!" She moaned as I began to kiss her neck and suck on her left ear lobe. I became a bit more forceful but kept a good pace. I knew I had done well when she shuddered and her nails clawed all the way down my welted back.
"Daddy cum in me, I can't handle another!"
I grabbed her shoulders and pulled myself into her, slowly picking up speed and letting myself feel every sensation of her waxed, tight pussy. Took a whole minute for me to flood her passage.
"Oh Daddy!" She started to say and then came her light snore. I pulled her head to my chest and held my girls close to my body.
NEXT MORNING
"I packed you the three outfits you have left, there is $1000 on the debit card. Don't talk to my mom. You pick her up, use the tickets I bought and bring my sister home. I'm damned near positive that this a ploy by my mom!" Princess looked worried.
"I damned near guarantee it. If she doesn't try to stop Dawn from leaving then we know it is Amber!" I said. She smacked me.
"What is my name?" She asked.
"It is and will always be 'Amber' my Princess, I can't be thinking like a slave right now! I am about to board a plane!" I rubbed my cheek.
"Feel empty without your plug? You going to have a boner the whole trip without your cage? You feel naked without your collar?" She taunted.
I went to my knees in front of her as I stood in the foyer.
"Yes to all. I love you my Goddess."
"Good Daddy. Your stomach isn't going to like all the fast food you eat in the next two days, so you may want to not eat too much, or at all." She warned.
"I'll try to stay away from all of that, once I have Dawn with me. But may I please have a whopper at the Eugene airport before I head there?" I asked from my knees. She smiled.
"You've been a good slave. So I guess just one, with fries, and a soda." She chuckled a bit. Her eyes were filled with love. I could tell she didn't want me to leave. Yet, she knew she couldn't do it. The wounds were still too fresh.
"Thank you Princess."
"Come home hungry Daddy." She pulled me from my knees into a kiss. The cab honked outside. I kissed her belly, then kissed her lips one more time before I grabbed my bag and left.
Burger King didn't seem to taste as good as it used to. The only thing I enjoyed was the soda.
**Getting on the Plane** I texted.
**I love you Daddy, with all of my heart!** She texted back.
The flight was miserable. Whatever those meds that Princess had me on, made normal burgers, or anything greasy want to come back out. Yet I could eat her shit and feel satisfied. The smell and flavor didn't bother me at all anymore. The human body and pharmaceuticals could do anything now. I realized unless it was a salad, or pasta, I couldn't eat regular food anymore.
I really didn't mind.
Once in Wheeling WV, I took a cab to my ex-wife's house. On the way there I looked at the boarding passes for Dawn and I. She had two seats assigned to her. It was only then that I realized just how large my daughter had become. I doubted I would recognize her.
Luckily for me she was standing at the end of the driveway with two suitcases. In the distance on the porch was my ex. Hands on hips like a Karen waiting to talk to the manager.
"Yup this is a second attempt to get our money." I said to myself as the cabbie loaded the bags into the trunk. The door opened and my large elder daughter stared at me. Not seeing me in 12 years, I could understand why. But what she said threw me off balance.
"You sure it's okay to come home with you Daddy?" The tears were pouring down her chubby face. The snot dripping from her nose told me this was real.