"Mike, when your done with your mother's shoes, mine could use a good spit and polish. I stepped in one of Sparky's calling cards on the walkway, maybe licking that off will make you more attentive to cleaning up after your dog."
"Yes, sir," Mike answered between licking his mother's toes. Oh, if he only had the chronivac, he'd teach Simon a thing or too. He crawled over to his father's shoes. Man he really did step in it. Mike swallowed distastefully at the sight, and then Simon's programming kicked in and he actually started to drool. He was only grateful that in addition to the pacifier addiction, he'd programmed Simon with some other traits.
"When your done, son you can polish the shoes in our luggage. Then take your brother walkies, and remember the pooper scooper this time."
"Yes, Mike, and it would be kind if you wiped Simon's bum before he puts his pants back on. He's stained more pairs of underwear," his mother added shaking her head.
Oh, great the perception controls must have been set. Mike wondered whether his friends would expect him to polish their shoes too. Part of him really hoped they would.
Simon was lost in the constant oral stimulation, but he heard his parents' comments and the reality that he didn't know how to use the toilet, just started to sink in to his thick skull. His bladder started to feel full.
"Mike?"Simon asked, "Do you think you could polish the shoes, after you take me for a walk? And if you'd prefer to lick my butt clean instead of bringing tissue that would be fine too."
"Sir, I finished your shoes. May I take Simon for his walk before starting on your other foot ware?" Mike asked.