The following days were dull. It was four days before Amana decided to feed him, however he was disturbed that at no point was he hungry. His belly slowly reduced in size as the days went on, and he thought it could be at least another day before the hunger came back.. He was still weak, even if slowly recovering with the help of the nutrient. Amana came only to change the water supply and treat the wounds on his knees. She applied different creams on them, then she covered his whole body in a cream she took from a bigger jar. The creams looked like stuff she’d fabricated in the laboratory herself. Whenever she reached for his penis he’d grab her wrist, stopping her. She would chuckle and not insist, but it wouldn’t be the same with his behind. He resisted, but she’d just flip him around and spread his legs apart. She grabbed a good handful of the cream and slap it in between his cheeks. She would then massage the cream around his ass legs and back. She lingered on his asshole, which made Ben tremble, but so far she hadn’t slipped a finger in. She would just massage around it.

A day before she started feeding him again he heard a voice. He perked up and fell down getting down the bed. He finally managed to stand, and with shaky legs he moved towards the door. But then he stopped. He heard Amana’s voice too. The door opened and he was met with Amana, and a woman behind her. She looked at him with wide eyes. She was a head shorter than Amana, had messy curly brown hair, brown skin, her skin looked somewhat dirty. She was wearing overalls and hard boots. Ben fell to his knees, not being able to stand anymore. He gestured to cry for help, but then he noticed a bulge under her pants. It slowly grew inside her clothes. Then he was afraid. Ben looked at Amana, who was smiling.

“Yeah, no luck there.”

“I-is this him?” Asked the woman

“Yeah, Don’t mind him. He shouldn’t give you any trouble.”

“Do you think I could…?”

“No. You get half an hour with a patient.”

Ben looked at the woman, she was looking at him like he was candy, biting her lip. He grew afraid and began to crawl away. She turned out to be a handy woman. She uninstalled the door and changed it for a different one. Then shortly after left. Amana closed the locks. Then said through the door.

“Let’s try it now.”

A small door within the wood opened up, and from it Amana’s half erect cock slid in. Ben looked at it, devastated, and knew eventually he’d have to. He crawled to the door, underneath there was fixed attachment, a wooden piece with a cushion over it. His knees went there. She would have him feed himself from now on.