Liz continues to pant heavily as her enormous paws swipe more of her shit off of your upper body. You stare at her face, her eyes half-lidded from mild exhaustion and her mouth agape as she sucks in huge gulps of ventilating fresh air. Trails of thick, mucus-y drool dribble over the corners of her lips and down her two chins.
“You smell really good for some reason,” your sister says, licking her lips and further adding more drool to her face, “It kinda smells like shit… and a few hints of piss? You wearing a new cologne or something, bro? I love it.” She lumbers closer to your face, towering over you like a titanic boulder of meat.
“N-no, no cologne,” you waiver a bit in your response, “You uh… well…” Wide eyed and wordlessly you motion at the pile of turds your sister just dumped all over top of you during her first exercise. She looks back at her poop, and then back at you, blinking slowly.
“You got that smell from that huge puddle of mud you were half submerged in?” Liz asks, “Weird. I swear that mud wasn’t there when we started. When did it get there?” All you could do in response was blink, jaw unhinged in disbelief and eyebrows furrowed in disgust. Just how oblivious is Liz to her own bowel movement and that she would think that this heinous smelling pile of shit was just mud?
“That is your shit,” you emphatically point at her dump, “You shat on me! Your pants ripped in half while you were squatting… and then you started shitting on top of me!”
Liz’s face turns bright red, her eyes dilate, and her lips quirk into an embarrassed smile.
“O-oh,” she blinks, “That explains why I feel so much lighter! I didn’t even realize I needed to poop, but I doubt I would have made it to a toilet anyway. You should have said something though, Steven! You know I don’t have the best control of my bowels.” You open your mouth to respond but you’re interrupted by the cacophony that is your sister’s stomach growling.
“You know what, it’s fine,” Liz says, “I’m sorry for pooping on you, that’s my bad. It’s about time for brunch so let’s put the workout on hold for a bit and go get something to eat. There’s a burger place not too far that should just be changing out of its breakfast menu right now. I think it’s only like two blocks away from this park.”
“I really think we should head back home first,” you stammer, “you, uh, kinda disintegrated your pants.” Liz looks down and has to move her stomach out of the way to notice that the waist band is connected to nothing.
“Oh, thanks bro, I didn't even notice. No worries though, I always come prepared." Liz grabs the sports bag off of her back and bends down to grab something inside it. Unknowingly mooning you as she does this. You look away and cover your eyes, having enough of an eye full of that area already. The super sized obese girl pulls out a white skirt to cover herself up. "Shoot, looks like I'm only semi prepared. Forgot underwear. Looks like I'll just go commando." You look back to see Liz now has half of her ass covered with the skirt. It's not like panties would have helped anyways since her giant ass cheeks would have just swallowed them. “At least this won’t rip when I move around. Probably shoulda put this on in the first place, huh?”
“I kinda need to take a shower as well?” you inform your sister.
“You always take too long though,” she protests, “It’ll be past brunch by the time you’re done. Then again I did just dump a load all over your face. I know! I’ll just give you a quick tongue bath!” Her idea immediately turns your stomach. The very thought of your younger sister licking your shit coated body repulsed you on every imaginable level. You open your mouth to protest when you’re suddenly silenced by her tongue pressing against your face, slowly sliding upwards and coating it in a thick layer of her saliva. Some of it got in your mouth. It was cold, slimy, and tasted faintly of meat and scrambled eggs. The sensation shocks you stiff. Liz pays your frozen status No mind as she lifts you up by the shoulders and continues to clean you off like a dog licking a popsicle.
You do admit, despite how disgusting it is, she is very efficient. Not a speck of her feces is left on you by the time she’s done. It is but a cold comfort however, since it got replaced with her sticky, meaty saliva. It’s making your hair stand up on end and it’s soaking into your clothes and skin. You feel as though you’re about to cry.
“There we go, nice and clean,” Liz asserts, “Man, has anyone ever told you that you taste great?” You can only whimper in reply, which makes Liz giggle. “Glad you agree. Now let’s go eat!”
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