Kyle startled awake, having just woken up from a nightmare about Jessi wanting him to clean her toes with his tongue. He could almost still taste the toe jam… Wait… He spit violently as he realized he had somehow rolled in his sleep and filled his mouth with an inside-out sock, the toe section rubbing all over his tongue. “I’m gonna have to work on cleaning all of this up sometime… or at least not pass out on the floor.
After a valid attempt to scrape the taste of Jessi’s foot off his tongue ended in failure, Kyle finally noticed that it was dark; well, mostly dark. He couldn’t help but chuckle as even with the room entirely in disarray, no clothes were blocking a nightlight plugged in low on the wall. In the soft glow, he could see Jessi’s sleeping form. On her side facing away from him, her hips jutted up from the bed like no other, her dirty butt shifting slightly with her breathing, and Kyle couldn’t help but take a moment to admire her form (minus the dirtiness) while he took off his shoes and sock to make himself more comfortable.
Kyle’s own ogle session was interrupted by the urge to make water. Getting up and setting his shoes near his backpack by the door, he made his way to the bathroom, and –*Squish*… immediately regretted taking his shoes off. How could he have forgotten about her recent bowel movement already? Maybe Jessi was rubbing off on him… Or maybe he had blocked it out. He was glad at least that the smell wasn’t as strong, though the disgusting sludge on his foot told him that the toilet had continued to leak after she had walked out.
As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, the extent of the mess slowly came into focus. The toilet had completely overflowed, chunky diarrhea water having spread to most of the bathroom floor. At first he thought there was no toilet seat, but he soon realized that is was slick with crap, the once white porcelain now a sickly shade of brown/green, and a lot of the tank wasn’t much better. Choking back his dinner from the feel Jessi’s crap between his toes alone, Kyle sighed as he realized that if he wanted to pee, he was going to have to clean this up.
“First… Ick… I’ll have to unclog this thing…” Luckily, behind the toilet there was a plunger (albeit a VERY used one), unfortunately, it too had crap leaked all over it. Picking it up as gingerly as he could, Kyle reached into the small nearby walk-in shower and turned on the water, washing at least the handle off as best he could. “I swear, if you weren’t so cute, and I didn’t need a place to stay…” Kyle couldn’t finish his thought as he imagined Jessi’s facial expression, and was immediately defeated. “Let’s just get it over with…”
The toilet was so backed up, that even just introducing the plunger caused more overflow, splashing onto his already disgusting feet. The smell was horrible, but there was nothing he could do about it as he was forced to use both hands to pump the plunger, which splattered backsplash all over his pants, yet another piece of clothing Jessi had claimed.
Finally satisfied that the toilet would flush, Kyle tossed the plunger under the running showerhead. “Moment of truth…” Pressing the handle, Kyle half imagined the toilet exploding and spraying everywhere, but after a few disgusting bubbling sounds, the toilet finally started to process the mass, although very slowly. Kyle couldn’t help but do a fist-pump in victory, but this proved to be his undoing as the excessive amount of waste still under his feet caused them to slip right out from under him.
Time slowed down around him as Kyle fell, his destination pre-determined by some angry god as he first fell to his knees. He tried to catch himself, but the filth-slick surfaces of the bathroom offered him no help, and he was forced to watch in horror as he faceplanted into the still nearly full toilet bowl. Coming up sputtering for air and spitting out cold diarrhea/water, Kyle immediately wanted to dive into the shower and turn the water up to scalding, but he realized he would immediately be dirty again as soon as he stepped out.
After desperately fighting his dinner down multiple times, he looked around and was glad to notice a pile of only slightly used towels in the bathroom corner that had escaped the shitstorm unscathed. He did his best to use one to get the shit off of his face and out of his hair as the toilet continued making its disgusting slurping sounds behind him. Working up whatever gusto he still had, he forced himself to finish the job as he used the rest of the towels to wipe up the entire bathroom.
As the toilet finally cleared out, Kyle was amazed at how Jessi had slept through the entire thing. Taking off his pants and using one of the towels to wipe off his feet too not drag shit into the apartment, he and bundled up both with all of the other towels and placed them in the “dirty clothes basket”, making sure this time to plug his nose and be even quicker about closing the lid. As Kyle admired his handiwork, he couldn’t help but have an inkling suspicion that it would all be undone before he knew it.
Shaking his head and finally taking the piss that had started all this hardship, Kyle soon jumped in the shower, nearly burning himself trying to make sure not a speck of crap was left on him.
Kyle wiped himself dry with one of the last remaining towels, not too happy with the smell of BO that was coming off of it, but just glad it wasn’t shit, and didn’t smell anywhere near as strong. Grabbing his backpack, Kyle turned on the light as he searched for a new pair of boxers and slipped them on, the light apparently stirring Jessi out of her deep slumber.
Kyle had every intention of telling her off, or at least telling her what he had to put up with. But as she rolled over to squint over at him standing in the bathroom doorway, her hair in a tussle and rubbing one eye sleepily, he once again couldn’t bring himself to crush this girl. “Kyky… *Yawn.* What’s wrong?” Kyle was trying to think of what to say when his thoughts were stopped dead in their tracks. Apparently her cami had finally given up the fight, at least partially. As she turned, one of her breasts flopped free of the cami’s cup, bouncing and swaying with the slightest shift. Even out of the cami, it seemed to defy gravity, the giant orb much to perky for something its size. He was snapped out of his stupor as he noticed Jessi had the same expression he must have had. “Yo—y-y-y-you’re… *Gulp.* You’re in your… your boxers!!!”
Kyle was stunned. Now fully awake, she still seemed oblivious to her own body, even as she was freaking out about something much less… risqué. Trying to keep Jessi from going into another blushing fit, Kyle quickly made something up to answer her question. “Yeah, I’m sorry… I umm… I was having trouble sleeping on the floor, so I decided to take a shower. Oh, and umm… your boob kind of…”
Jessi looked at him confused for a moment, before looking down and giggling. “Oh, yeah, that happens a lot, I know this is my size, but it’s like all my clothes shrink before I even try ‘em on!” She shifts her cami around a bit and with some effort, shoves the orb of flesh back in, only to have the other flop out without her notice. Kyle sweatdropped, just glad that at least she had gotten over him being in his boxers. “Umm… I mean… if it’s like… Uncomfortable for you down there… I mean, if you want to… umm… youcouldsharethebedwithme!”
She had said the last part so fast Kyle barely caught it, but he couldn’t say he wasn’t pleased with her sudden burst of forwardness. “Umm… yeah, that’d be nice… I mean, we ARE boyfriend and girlfriend, right?”
He still wasn’t absolutely sure it was worth all of the trouble, but with how happy it seemed he had just made Jessi, you’d think she just won the lottery after buying a ticket with her last dollar. Too happy for words, she just scooted to the end of the bed, her naked boob bobbing hypnotically, before nudging her head toward wall side of the bed. Kyle had misgivings, but couldn’t say no at this point. Turning off the light, he made his way over to the bed and laid down with his back against the wall.
If he hadn’t noticed how small the bed was before, he definitely noticed as Jessi laid back down beside him. “Beside” meaning she smacked him in the face with her naked (apparently very sweaty) breast, and then engulfing him once again deep in a face full of cleavage. “Hehehe, this is soooo cozy! You’re like a big teddy bear, except like… warm!”
“Very warm,” Kyle tried to reply, but all that came out were muffled “mmphs”.
“Hehehe, that tickles KyKy! Now, time to get back to beddy-bye, and then we can do stuff all day tomorrow!” Jessi couldn’t help but huggle Kyle even tighter, and he couldn’t help but wonder if his head had completely disappeared into the sweat waterfall that was her cleavage. It was all he could do to not drown as he tried to breathe, a steady trickle making its way past his lips even with his best efforts.
Before long, he could hear the rhythmic breathing of Jessi sleeping, her cleavage surging past his ears with each inhale, squelching in retreat with each exhale. Even though he would have enjoyed a less damp environment, Kyle couldn’t help but find it really… relaxing. Before long he was drifting off to sleep as well…
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