Chapter #3Clean Room, Clean Body, Soiled Mind by: Unknown "Could you please clean your room today, sweetheart? It's been such a mess for the longest time, and I really think it's about time it was put in some kind of order." The sweetness of your mother's request is quickly offput by an entire ham hock disappearing into her gaping maw. Did she even chew that thing?
"O-okay, sure thing, Mom," you say, still a bit uneasy as you're trying to take in all of this information at once.
"Thank you dear. Now eat up; you need some meat on those bones!" She turns her full attention once again to the food, scarfing down four pieces of pizza at once, melted cheese, sauce, and grease dripping down her chins. There's no way that voice and that face should ever have been matched to that body, but here it is before you; the same goes for the rest of your family.
All of the gorging your family is doing has made you loose your appetite, and you quietly excuse yourself to carry out your mother's task. At least it'll give you some peace and quiet to think. You make you way around the table to leave when Liz starts to get up as well.
"Can I be excused as well?" your massive sister asks, a partially chewed mouthful of mashed potatoes spilling out in the process.
"Yes you may," says your mother, devouring another half of a pizza. "Make sure you clean your room too; we have plans this afternoon." Liz nods, and begins to back away from the table. Unfortunately, her frame is not exactly made for moving very well, and she begins to lose her balance. She teeters on her pudgy feet, until her massive body begins to come down; and guess who it falls on?
SMUSH
Everything goes dark. Your sister has landed ass first on top of you, with your face pressed right into her massive asscrack. She's wearing pajama shorts, but the poor things are being stretched to their limit, causing them to perform more like a G-string thong than actual clothing; it's a terribly thin layer of fabric between you and the most disgusting part of her body. He ass is dripping with sweat, and smells absolutely horrible, like she hasn't washed or even wiped her ass in weeks. At least it's soft and squishy; you're pretty sure five hundred pounds of anything else landing on you at once would've had much worse results.
"Oh, whoops!" you hear her muffled voice from above you. "Clumsy me! Hold on, Steven, I'll get off you." Easier said than done. Not only does Liz have trouble moving, she has trouble getting up off her fat ass too. For a few minutes, all she really does is grind her filthy ass against you, smearing your face with her ass sweat, among other unidentifiable substances, making you want to hurl. Nobody at the table comes to help; they're all busy stuffing their enormous bellies with food.
Liz eventually makes it to the point that she can lift her ass off of you, but obviously hoping she'd succeed the first time was far too much to ask. As quickly as you get to see light and breathe semi fresh air, it's all taken away once again as your clumsy sister falls right back onto you. "Hold on, bro, almost got it." She tries again and again, repeatedly dropping her disgusting ass into you; amazingly, not a single time is even slightly intentional.
In one of her attempts, the stress of her bending waist is too much for her stretched pajama shorts, and they tear apart. With no fabric left in her asscrack, the next time she falls on you ends up in you coming face to face with your sister's enormous bare ass. In the dark, you can feel her huge, shit caked asshole opening wide, as if it's trying to swallow you up. In reality though, the wrinkled sphincter is actually widening to release a huge fart stored up inside your sister. You hear a rumble from somewhere inside of Liz, and your face is soon being blasted with hot, rancid air from deep within her bowels, lasting for several agonizing seconds. She doesn't even excuse herself.
Finally, she's able to lift her body off of you for real, and she lumbers down the hall to clean her own room. Neither Liz, nor anyone in your family, seems remotely concerned by what happened to you just now. And to think, she's not even the biggest person who could've sat on you. You'd like to take a moment and recover from the shock of that horrible experience, but you'd rather not stick around to see who falls down next; you decide to go be mortified in your room instead.
You're shaken up, and you have a hard time walking because of it. You stumble into your messy bedroom, still coated in all manner of Liz's gross bodily processes. What the hell is going on today? You don't want to believe it, but that old lady seems to have actually cursed your family. And why a curse like this, of all things? Maybe today is all just a bad dream; maybe if you just get through today, it'll all be over by tomorrow. You sure do you hope that's true.
You decide to at least get your room cleaned up, like your mom asked you to. If this is happening, reality truly has changed. By the end, your room is cleaner than it ever has been. You then realize that you desperately need a shower, as you still reek of your sister's filthy butt. You decide to get that done before your family has plans later on.
You head into the bathroom, still disoriented by the massive size of everything. You climb into the huge, jacuzzi-like tub; you see the showerhead many feet above you. The entirety of the tub looks strangely spotless, as of it's never been used. The shower really must never be used; there's not even a curtain; looks like you'll have to go without. You turn on the water, and feel it wash away all the filth from your recent encounter; if only it could wash away the memory as well. Somehow, you doubt that will be the most horrific thing you'll experience today.
As you're washing yourself, you hear the door suddenly burst open, and your little brother Jake barges in, squeezing his huge frame through the doorway. He moves as quickly as he can, which isn't very quickly at all, over to the toilet, pulling down his stretched out pants and slamming his fat ass down on the seat, just as you hear a huge fart burst from his anus. Immediately following it, you hear massive objects splashing down in the toilet bowl, accompanied by a waterfall of piss. He sighs with relief, leaning against the back of the toilet, accidentally aiming the flow of his piss out of the toilet and onto the floor in front of him; he doesn't seem very concerned with this, though. He then notices you're there taking a shower.
"Oh hey, Steven, " he says nonchalantly, still doing his business all over the place.
"Jake, what the heck are you doing?" you ask, covering yourself up.
"I had to poop," is his simple response.
"Okay, but why didn't you use the other bathroom? And why are you peeing all over the floor?!" The massive boy looks down and realizes this is true.
"Oh, whoops." He breathes deeply and leans forward again, redirecting the last bit of his piss back into the toilet. It's too little too late though, as the tile floor is already drenched in piss. "And besides," he continues, "this bathroom was closer, and we're both boys, we already know what everything looks like." You're pretty sure you've never seen anyone look like this before today.
He eventually finishes his business and hops off the toilet. Not even bothering to wipe, he pulls his horribly stretched shorts back up, the back end of them once again being devoured by his shit stained asscrack. Luckily he remembers to flush, because right now you can smell his shit even over the smell of your soap. Once he lugs his huge form back out the door, you feel the need to wash yourself for another 10 minutes, as if the smell had made you filthy again.
After a half hour in the shower, you hop out and dry off, avoiding the large puddle of piss left by your little brother. You're about to start putting your underwear on when you hear heavy footsteps leading to a knock on the door (at least whoever this is has some decency). It's your mother's voice on the other side.
"Steven, honey, don't be too long in there, we're going to be leaving in a few minutes. We're going to... "  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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