Glow Worm 2

The very excellent Evil Dolly wrote a story called Glow Worm, which is hosted on their page http://www.evil-dolly.com/stories.html

This is an unauthorised sequel.

The very excellent Evil Dolly wrote a story called Glow Worm, which is hosted on their page http://www.evil-dolly.com/stories.html

This is an unauthorised sequel, which I plan to write directly here over the next few weeks.

"Daphne" the older woman called.

The young woman found herself yanked from her own thoughts, which shielded her from the relentless scrubbing and cleaning that she had begun this early morning. The sun was barely up, and she had been soaking and scraping the carbon from the bottom of the oven for half an hour already.

"I'm busy cleaning"

"I'm busy cleaning, what?" prompted the older woman as she entered the kitchen. The girl stood up, hands in kitchen gloves, apron splashed with soapy water.

"I'm busy cleaning, mistress" the girl said and lowered her gaze.

"Did you feed Glow Worm yesterday?"

With a chill of ice flowing down her back and to her belly, the realisation that she'd forgotten to feed Glow Worm yesterday sank in. She would like to lie, but she found that she simply could not.

"No, mistress".

"And what did I say would happen if you forgot one more time"?

"...but it's only been two weeks, and I've not got into a proper routine..." implored the girl.

"Proper routine who?"

"Proper routine, mistress"

"So, it's a proper routine that you need. I've been counting the jars in the pantry so I knew that you'd missed yesterday. I have a proper routine. I can help you with a routine..." she said and left the room.

Daphne (which is not her real name, but one that she hates) felt the feeling in the pit of her stomach for failing to feed Glow Worm change to dread at what might happen next. She reluctantly got back to cleaning the oven.

In the bedroom, the woman picked up Glow Worm as if she weighed nothing, sat on the bed and cradled the peach-furry head in her arms. Glow worm had been asleep before being picked up and was momentarily startled and confused. The young once-girl could see, somehow, through the light and dark that she could sense, that it wasn't Daphne, and was terrified. She'd had nothing to do with her mutilator since the first day of captivity and this was unexpected.

"Are you OK?" the woman asked? The tenderness in her voice was unexpected.

The girl was not OK, and had no way of communicating it to anyone. For the past few days she had felt quite unwell, and had stopped crawling around the house looking to bathe in the sunlight. She had found that by lying under the front room window in the morning, and by the back glass doors at the back she could soak up the sunlight, which she had been told made her glow more brightly at night, and made her feel extra-contented at night when she was being cuddled by Daphne. The last couple of days she was hurting, and had no vocabulary to communicate, other than to shake her head and use the stubby hands to point to her belly.

"I know, she's not been feeding you regularly."

Glow worm vigorously shook her head, pulsed her tail as energetically as the meagre power in her muscles would allow, and pointed at her belly with both constrained hands. It was not hunger. This was something else. It had been building up for the last few days. She hoped that the woman would understand.

"Not food then? And your breath stinks!"

The woman moved Glow Worm off her lap and arranged her straight on the bed, the tail draping onto the floor. She began to move her hands over the fur from the head and worked slowly over a five minute period down to the tip of the tail.

"Hmmm. I can see what's wrong. Let's clean your mouth up first. Open wide"... The woman put her finger in Glow worm's mouth and moved it round, over the ridged gums and under her tongue, using her finger somehow as a muck remover. She removed her finger and wiped the filthy residue off and into the bin. For the first time in many days Glow Worm's mouth was as if it were on the first day.

"...and come with me..." and the former girl felt herself grabbed by the tail and dragged through the house to the bathroom, her torso and head thumping on the floor off the bed and being dragged uncaringly around door-frames. She lay face up with her head by the bathroom door, draped across the floor, the end of her tail near the toilet.

"put the end of your tail over the bowl". Glow Worm did what she could but did not have the power to lift her tail up that far. The tail would barely move off the floor. The woman put her finger against Glow Worm's temple and it seemed like she was dialling up the muscle power in the last few sections of the tail. After a couple of minutes, glow worm could just reach up and drape the tip of her tail over the rim of the bowl.

Under her breath the older woman muttered "Now to give you an arsehole, lie still little one, this is going to hurt, there's some internal plumbing to do. It's in there somewhere, I just need to find it and pull it along." The heat, the vibrations, the pulling and stretching of the internal organs. The feeling of her fingers inside the flesh, under the folds of fuzz skin, under and through the ring muscles. And then she was holding the end of the tail in her hands and right at the now slightly blunt end was the puckered tip of the end of glow worms recovered rectum. Tapping it as if giving it a telling off, "You're going to pee through this as well. Now, if you so much as think of making any kind of mess anywhere around the house, you'll have this luxury revoked. Do you understand?" Glow worm nodded as solemnly as she could. "Right, put it over the edge of the bowl and let go" and for the first time in a fortnight Glow Worm 'went'.

"This is not the only modification to you that I have in mind, but that will come later. You can make your own way back to the bedroom."

Glow Worm was already on her back, which was a good start. She could not move easily on her front because her huge breasts gripped the floor like large pads of velcro, so she could only make inching progress on her back. She began to actively pulse her tail and found that with the extra power just received, could scoot along at a slightly better pace.

Back in the kitchen Daphne was finishing the cleaning and a few minutes later the older woman reappeared at the door.

"You know that you've not been cleaning her mouth properly, and that the baby food has gone rancid on the fur in her mouth. We will have to stop that happening as well. Do you have a loose skirt? No? Then drop by the thrift store on the way home and get yourself something with an elasticated waist and plenty of room. Have you got any dark coloured leggings? No? Get yourself a cheap pair of those as well."

And with that, Daphne gathered her things together and left for college for the day.