This choice: Help your sister with her workout • Go Back...Chapter #3Spotting Your Sister by: Unknown "I need you to help your Liz with her workout," she says, wiping her greasy lips on her fat arm before chomping into a huge turkey leg. "Could you be a good big brother and give her a hand?"
A workout?! you ask in your mind, looking over at you sister just as she's taking a bite out of a whole cheesecake as if it were just a cupcake. She looks like the only exercise she gets is lifting food up to her mouth. "Uh, are you sure she needs my help?" you ask uncertainly.
"Well, I know she likes to have you helping her. It's a good bonding experience for you two. Why, have some plans for today?"
"Well, no but I--"
"Well great!" Gwen cuts you off rudely, even with a mouthful of food. "Liz honey, let Steven know when you want to start your workout, okay?"
"You got it Mom!" you sister replies, her fat cheeks bulging like a chipmunk's due to having the entire cheesecake now stuffed in them. Well, what of it that didn't get smeared on her face in the process at least. "We'll start right after breakfast!"
"Right after breakfast" becomes a wait of over an hour as you sit listening to the horrible symphony of your family's unabashedly loud chewing, belching, and farting. Eventually you just can't take it anymore and excuse yourself from the table, having lost your appetite long ago. You retreat to your room, away from the sounds and smells of your freakish family, trying to figure out how all of this could've happened. Those behemoths aren't your family members! They couldn't be! Just yesterday they were normal sized human beings; nobody could become that fat and disgusting overnight!
This has to be a dream, you tell yourself, this just can't be real. They look and act like your family, but... there's just no way that they are! Even as shaken up as you are, you figure you might be able to wake yourself up if you go back to sleep. You lay down in your bed and curl up in the covers, trying your hardest to remember your family as they once were: skinny, healthy people with manners. But somehow it's hard for you to envision them like that. You know at one point they looked normal, but the only images that come to mind as you try to think of them are of their fat gross selves. It's as if your memory itself has been altered!
Try as you might, you never do manage to get to sleep, and can only toss and turn as you hopelessly try to escape this nightmare. The worst part is, you're pretty sure this nightmare is real.
"Steven, what are you doing going back to bed?" Your sister's voice shatters your concentration as she barges into your room. "Get up lazy bones, it's time for my workout!"
Please be back to normal, you pray in your mind as you roll over to face her. No such luck. The only thing that's changed about her since breakfast is her clothes, from her pajamas to workout gear. It's not a pretty sight. She's wearing a pair of black yoga pants that look ready to burst at the seams around her enormous thighs, and do nothing to hide a hideously obvious camel toe between said thighs. Up above she's traded out her t-shirt for a bright blue training bra, which is barely able to contain her melon sized tits any better. Her massive gut is still completely exposed, shining with body oil and almost audibly sloshing around with the sound of her breakfast digesting inside.
"So, uhm... what are we doing first...?" you ask hesitantly.
"Well, it's a beautiful day out, so I thought we'd jog to the park to warm up," she says. "I wanna beat my time from last week, so I need you to time me again." Wait, does she think you've done this before?
"Fine, let me just change into some running clothes or something."
"Oh, you won't need to do that. You can just ride along like last time!"
"'Ride along'?" you ask. "How do you mean?"
"Like this, silly!" Her huge hands suddenly reach down toward you and lift you out of bed. Before you can process what she's doing, she stretches her bra open and sticks you feet first between her titanic breasts. The elastic snaps back into place, trapping your torso against her chest in her sweaty cleavage. Your legs are hanging out the bottom of her bra, resting against her bloated belly, and your head is right under one of her many chins. You feel like a baby in one of those carrying packs.
"Liz, uhh, I don't know about this," you try to say. It doesn't feel like you're gonna fall out, but you're really not comfortable being carried between your teen sister's tits, especially when they're this gross.
"It'll be fine, bro," she says dismissively, grabbing your phone off your dresser and handing it to you. She doesn't seem to have really grasped the context of your concern. "Now, keep good time okay?" She ignores your concerns as she lumbers outside to the sidewalk. The park is less than a mile away, but the sun is beating down kinda hard today; plus, you're pretty sure someone this size won't be capable of very high speeds.
THUM THUM THUM
Liz's heavy footsteps slam on the concrete as she begins jogging, causing small tremors around her with each impact. Her belly and breasts, and subsequently you, get bounced and thrown around by her body fat jiggling around, adding to the nausea her stench was already causing you. She doesn't even get 100 feet before you can feel her boob sweat soaking through your clothes and dripping down her body.
"Liz, I could just jog beside you!" You suggest between bounces. Honestly you could probably even walk and keep up with her.
"But then you'd be tired too, and I can't have my spotter be tired," she says above you. You expected her to be gasping for air by now, but she sounds like she's perfectly fine. She can probably suck in a lot of oxygen with that huge mouth of hers. It seems like other people are perfectly fine with her presence as well; she lumbers past neighbors as she goes, and they say hi to her like nothing has changed. They even acknowledge you, as if it were a normal thing to see a boy being carried in his sister's bra! How do they even recognize her, let alone not notice she's become a 7" tall land whale?!
"Ahh, made it!" Liz sighs with relief as she stomps through the park gate. "How'd I do Steven?" You check the timer on your phone. It took her almost fifteen minutes to jog less than a mile. "Awesome, thirty seconds better than last time! Maybe soon I'll break twelve." Her huge hands reach up and grab up under the arms to hoist you out of her rack. Your clothes are completely soaked through with her boob sweat, making you feel like you swam through a sweaty swamp to get here.
"Okay, Liz? I need to go home an change or something," you complain, attempting to wring out your shirt. "Can we do this another time?"
"Oh come on now, we barely started! You'll dry off. Now, my legs are all warmed up, so time for some squats. I need you to watch my form for me, okay?"
"O...kay? How am I supposed to do that?" you ask while looking around to make sure people aren't looking at you. Luckily the park seems pretty empty this morning.
"Steven, we do this all the time! Now come on, just lay down and push me back up if I'm going too deep, okay?" She begins to turn around and face away from you.
"Wait, lay down?! Wh-OOF!" You don't seem to have a choice in whether you'll be laying down as you're knocked to the ground by your sister's sweaty ass as she back into you, continuing until she's positioned directly over you. Her massive form completely blots out the sun over you, and if you thought her upper regions smelled bad, her under regions are absolutely hell. Her swamp ass is at full potency, reeking of... well, ass, and her cunt it's giving off a horrible, sweaty, fishy stank.
Liz wastes no time getting into her first set, bringing her putrid private parts even closer again and again. Her sweat drips down on you constantly (not that you could get any wetter), worsening the stank you're coated in. How does this exercise go over?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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