"I need you to go get the door, Sally's there," she says before stuffing another greasy handful of food into her mouth. "You don't want to keep her waiting, do you?" You also don't want to stand here having spit and foot bits stuck to you by your mom talking with her mouth full. You hurry out to the front door, but just as you're about to open it you think for a second. Do you really want Sally coming in and seeing what horrible abominations your family has become? What will she think when she sees those half ton tubs of lard pigging out at the dinner table? She comes from a very proper rich family, after all. Maybe you can talk her into going somewhere with you.
You gingerly open the door to find your smiling, black haired girlfriend waiting patiently for you. She's wearing a plain white tank top and jean shorts, both of which do very well to accentuate her assets while keeping her mostly cool in the summer heat.
"Morning, love," she says, leaning in to kiss you on the cheek. "Sorry if you weren't expecting me; I thought I'd pop by a little early today to kick off the break with you."
"You're fine," you say, "Where did you wanna go?" You want to get the idea of being anywhere but here in her mind as soon as possible.
"Well, I didn't really think of going anywhere. I thought we could just hang out here, watch some TV, just relax. It's pretty bloody hot out to be going anywhere, anyway. Besides, I haven't gotten to talk to your family in ages!"
"Are you sure you don't wanna go anywhere? Cause, I mean--" You're suddenly get cut off by thunderous footsteps coming down the hall.
"Hey Sally!" comes your sister Liz's excited voice from behind you. Oh no, you were too late! You expect a look of horror to come across Sally's face, but to your complete surprise it's actually one of delight, as if she were seeing normal sized Liz. Your once pretty sister lumbers into the entryway, still in her far too small clothes; the no longer pink pajama top that serves more as a bra than a shirt (and it even struggles in that regard), leaving her huge pale belly on full display, and the short shorts that have become so stretched around her massive waist that they look more like a pink thong.
"Heya Liz!" your girlfriend replies, rushing past you to... give Liz a hug?! Are the two of you seeing the same Liz right now? Because all you see is your girlfriend sinking into at least a foot of blubber on Liz's disgusting, sweaty, bare belly. But Sally just keeps hugging her, ignoring the sweat and food stains on her clothes, the horrible odor coming from her unwashed armpits that you can smell from here, and the heavy layer of grease creating a visible sheen on her sagging stomach. "You look fantastic!"
"Thanks! I just did my hair this morning." If you can call her greasy, tangled mess of hair "done", that is. "We're just having breakfast. Wanna join us?"
"Oh, no thank you, I already ate before I got here. I wouldn't want to interrupt." As Sally steps away from the hug, her whole front looks as though she was sprayed with water thanks to your sister's body oil, yet she doesn't even seem to care. You want to say something, but you refrain from doing so for now.
"Why don't we go watch TV instead?" you decide to say, hoping to keep her from seeing the rest of your family pigging out. You and Sally head into the living room and hop onto the couch, which is much larger than you remember; probably to accommodate the massive asses your family has now. Sally snuggles up beside you as you flip through the channels, and you try to ignore the feeling of Liz's body grease still practically dripping off of her. You also have to turn up the TV volume a little higher than normal to compensate for the living room being within earshot of the dining room. The sounds of those hippos gorging themselves threaten to drown out the show.
Once the show reaches a commercial break, you decide to excuse yourself to the bathroom; to piss, as well as try to dry yourself off, as you feel like you've been bathing in lard. As your golden stream hits the water, you try to figure out how today is gonna work. It seems Sally has no problem with your family being huge fat freaks, so that makes things a bit easier on you. You still don't want her around them too much, though, as it just ends up making her gross as well. You figure you can get away with peacefully watching TV with her all day, then assessing the situation of your family once she's not around.
Finished pissing, you go to try and scrub off some of this grease on your body, but you can't find any soap; not on the counter or in the shower. Of course, you realize, what use would these people have for soap? They seem to rarely even use the shower itself. You do your best to wipe yourself off with just water before heading back out.
On your way to the living room you pass by the laundry room, where June appears to be searching for something in the washer (these people wash their clothes?) She's bent over, displaying the two massive orbs known as her asscheeks covered in Disney princess themed panties. Or, what once were princess themed; disgusting layers of yellowish brown stains have utterly ruined the pair, and give them a very potent odor that you do not enjoy.
Just as you pass behind your huge little sister, you suddenly hear an "Aha -- woah, woah!" You look over just in time to see those filthy panties falling right toward you!
WHOMP
Everything goes dark, and the distinct smells of ass, shit, and piss fill your nostrils in a very unpleasant way. "There's that top I was looking for!" You hear June exclaim above you, heavily muffled by the layers of fat between you.
"June, get off of me!" you yell, trying to push her huge, gelatinous body off of you. She's just too heavy; she doesn't even seem to feel you under her! This 8 year old is obliviously squashing you!
You start to feel her getting up, but before you count yourself too lucky, you realize her ass is taking you with it! You're trapped face down between her huge cheeks as she gets up and walks through the house, every step grinding your between the huge mountains of flesh. You have no idea where you'll end up on this journey, and no way to get off. Unfortunately, your journey ends with you being sat on once again.
"Hi Sally!" you hear June say above you. She's sitting on the couch, then. You yell for your girlfriend, hoping she might save you, but of course you turned the TV up too loud for her to hear something so faint. You just have to listen as June talks to Sally about girly stuff, Sally patiently listening as she goes on about cartoon ponies and other such things. After a while you hear another voice join in: your dad's.
"Have either of you girls seen Steven?" he asks. "I'm sorry to steal him from you, but we were planning a camping trip this weekend, and I wanted to see if he still wanted to go."
"Last I saw he went to the bathroom; but that was quite a while ago," says Sally.
"Well, hopefully he comes out soon. Jake and I are planning to leave soon. Hey, you know what, you should come with us! You ever been camping?"
"Oh, no I couldn't; I haven't brought spare clothes. And no, I've never been."
"Oh it's always a blast. Pitching tents, warming up wieners by the fire. Sometimes we even break out the old spitroast if there's enough people."
"And there's always lots and lots of marshmallow fluff for s'mores!" Jake chimes in. You didn't realize he was there too. "You sure you don't wanna come?"
"Thanks for the offer, but no. Maybe another time, though! Besides, I wouldn't want to just disappear before Steven gets back."
"I understand. Speaking of him, how are you two getting along? In two years you must've, uhh, gone all the way a few times, huh?" Wait what?! Why is your dad asking your girlfriend a question like that?!
"Uhmmm... no, we haven't actually," Sally admits. "We've been taking our time. I'm sure he's just waiting for the right time." She seems way too relaxed in answering that question.
"I'm surprised. You're such a lovely little thing, I thought any boy would be more than eager to get into your pants. I know I would."
"Why, thank you," Sally giggles, blushing a little. Seriously!?
"If that boy's inherited anything from me, you're gonna be in for a wild time. I hope you're looking to have a lot of kids; Walker men have always been especially virile. I mean we had four ourselves. You have no idea how many beds we've gone through in this relationship."
"Somehow I can believe that. They say it's always the innocent ones that turn out to be the freaks in bed."
"Oh yes, that's very true. You can ask my wife about that. Anyway, I'm about ready to head out. Steven, let's get that cute butt of yours in gear!" Peter tells loudly. "We're leaving now if you're still coming!" You yell out from under June's smelly ass, not because you want to go camping with them, but just because you want out. But all they end up hearing is
PPFFFFFRRRRRRPPPPTTTTTTT
A powerful fart erupting from June's asshole, drowning out your cries. You're left to hold your breath until the air is breathable again.
"Well, I guess he's not interested," says your dad. "Oh well. Let's get a move on then, Jake." You hear some heavy footsteps as the boys walk away, but Peter stops for a moment. "Oh, Sally. If you ever decide you have any questions about moving your and Steven's relationship forward... feel free to come to me. I can teach you whatever you need to know about boys and how we... well, how we work." Sally giggles again, and Peter lumbers out the front door.
"June! Come get some clothes on!" your mom calls from another part of the house. Realizing she's in only a T-shirt and underwear, June hops up from the couch, finally releasing you from her ass, and runs off to her room. You gasp for fresh air as...
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