The Killer
by snotbowst1991

You wake up in a dark room. This isn’t the bar, or if it is you’ve stayed way past closing as there’s nobody here. Things must have gotten pretty raucous in here though, because it smells like a powerful mix of sweat and sex. Someone seems like they had too much to drink though, because there’s also a faint aroma of puke and shit. God only knows what you must smell like.

You try to lift your right arm, but they only go a short distance before stopping dead in their tracks. In your hazy state in this dark musky room, you’re not sure why, so you give the left arm a try. The left arm hits the same limits as the right. Slowly coming out of the stupor, you give your legs a try, but again they too are not allowed to get very far. Trying your arms again, you hear a faint jingling over the head splitting ringing in your ears. It dawns on you as the haze fades a bit more; there’s no mysterious force keeping your limbs in check, it’s chains!

You’ve got no time to panic about your situation though as an ominous rumbling comes through the ringing in your head. It’s slow and distant, but growing louder and louder. Your brain is racing, you aren’t sure if this is some sort of hallucination or just your heart racing. You struggle against the chains, but deep down you know there’s nothing you can do, they’re bolted down solid.

You’re too busy struggling to notice the figure in the doorway. It’s a massive, round, amorphous shadow, holding in the frame. Before you can look up, the figure turns on the light switch. The unexpected brightness burns your drug addled eyes and you squint to see the figure slowly move towards you.

“Oh good you’re awake. I like my victims to know the luxury they got to experience before…well…we’ll get to that.”

As your eyes adjust to the light, you realize the shadow was indeed a human. A woman, in fact. But this woman was different. She was fat. Not fat like you’d see at the mall though, not even fat like you’d see at a buffet or Wal-Mart, not even fat like you’d see on a medical show. Inhuman fat. Easily the fattest person you’ve ever seen, and probably the fattest person to ever live. And here she was walking, with great difficulty, yes, but under her own power no less. If you weren’t so freaked out right now, you’d be amazed that she wasn’t out right dead from diabetes or a heart condition or just replacing her brain with lard.

“You’re in for a treat. I’ve been eating well and bathing poorly. I’m actually hoping I smell bad enough to get you to pass out, maybe even kill you outright.”

The monster waddles closer and you can make out the details more clearly. Her head is framed by lard on all sides, with a spare tire sized rim of fat around her neck creating a double chin reaching far down her chest. Underneath this were two gigantic tits with nipples to match that hung to either side of the woman’s main feature; her belly. Her gut was absolutely massive, it hung low; past her waist, past her thighs, past her knees, past her feet even, right down to the floor where it was firmly rooted. As she took steps she had to push the behemoth with her thighs and knees, as it hung nearly two feet in front of her feet. The belly button on the bottom the thing had to be an arm’s length deep.

Supporting this blob were two of the thickest legs outside of the elephant pen at the zoo. You can’t see anything really, what with that cavernous gut in the way, but you catch glimpses of rolls over rolls on her hips, thighs, and knees as she waddles ever closer. When her feet swing outward, you can see how bloated and round every toe is. You can’t see the top of the foot because the fat ankle consumes the whole top of the foot. Above all of it is her hips which are wide enough to be seen on either side of this thing. They are bubbling with cellulite and lard as they perpetually jiggle from the motion of the ocean of fat.

“I see you eyeing me. My sexy body. Took a lot of work to get it like this. I don’t let it go to waste either.”

As she got closer still and whatever drugs you were under wore off, your sense of smell came back fully. She wasn’t kidding about not bathing. The smell could easily kill a toddler. You feel your stomach retch as anything left in your stomach from last night exited through the in door. You propel your bar food all over the floor and your front, creating an even worse aroma. As you cough, you end up sucking more of the noxious air.

“Mmmm get a good whiff. I haven’t bathed for over a thousand pounds. And I don’t really bother with trying to keep clean either.”

As she finishes her sentence a massive fart blows out of her ass. The fumes instantly fill your nostrils as they burn their way past the hairs contained within them. Your stomach wants to empty itself again, but it’s already vacant from the last wave. Your eyes water and smart as the gas pushes harder. The fatty notices all of this finally.

“Can’t handle a real woman worm? You don’t even know the worst of it. Wait until I get to you, I’ve got a big, steamy surprise for you.”

You try to cower on the floor, gathering from the blobs language that she intends to use you as a toilet. There’s no cover here though. You just shake in fear and disgust as she slowly positions her backside to you. At this distance you can clearly see each bead of oily sweat drip down her huge rolls. Some even fall from her cellulite infested ass cheeks and combine with your own cold sweat. You can see she wasn’t kidding about not bathing as you see a coating of crusty…everything coating her backside.

The moment comes as she finally has her massive legs are just in front of your trembling body. You can only look up as she squats down, separating her ass cheeks to reveal the dirtiest asshole possible. It is stained brown, with flecks of previous shits clinging on to her chafed skin. It smells are indescribable as no one has ever achieved such a dirty ass in this life. As you close your eyes waiting for the brown rain, a fart echoes out.

“Mmmmm just a preview hon. Would you like to know that I’ve killed other victims just by burying them in my dumps? Didn’t take too many shits to bury ‘em like a coffin.”

Another fart rips from her asshole with enough force to jiggle the flab surrounding it. You can feel flecks of brown hail shower down on you from above.

“Ooohh feels good. I’m surprised I’ve been able to hold it this long. I guess you can be glad I didn’t plan on killing you by force feeding you the stuff.”

And then hell let loose. A crackling fart signaled the opening of the flood gates as a heavy log dropped from on high on to your chest. As you tried to squirm away another one landing right in your lap. Trying to use your chained hands to push it away an even bigger one slaps you right in the face. Finally, you muster up the courage and strength to let out a scream. It’s no use as the hell continues with smaller pieces coming at high speed. You’re scream turns out to be a bad idea as numerous pieces end up inside your mouth. You try to spit it out, but any opening you make in your mouth is quickly filled by more and more shit as the never ending torrent continues to rain.

“You know, I shit 40 pounds in one go once. I can’t believe I stayed backed up for so long. But the good news is that I’m getting close to that normally now. I’d say this one is probably going to be a 35 pounder.”

You give up on trying to avoid and dodge the torrent and just retreat to the fetal position. As you get covered in shit like paint on a canvas, you can only listen to hell hounds barks of her massive farts as her ass sputters out and produces less and less solid shit. After what feels like days, you think that it’s stopped.

“Whoa that was a relief. Always got to feel relaxed before crushing a victim. It’s no fun if you’re all uptight. What? You thought the shit was going to kill you? No, I just wanted to put a little padding on you. So when the full ton of my weight falls on you it won’t hurt…me.”

You couldn’t see this devil’s face, but you knew she had an evil smile on her face. Still in the fetal position you could hear chains and pulleys working. Peeking out from over your hands you see her lowering a bench from above. It looks like it’s a two piece bench meant to…split. She lowers it to right above your shaking body.

“Let me just have a seat right here. Got to get comfortable before I get my rewards for all the work I put in today.”

She grunts and moans as she lowers all that lard on to the seat. The devil’s ass is mere inches away from your stained and defiled body. She just sits there wiggling a bit, taunting you, rubbing a bit of the residue already on the seat into her already gross ass. Somewhere you could hear a mechanical motor hum to life and the great behemoth slowly rose away from your body.

This was it. You were going to die by having a morbidly obese slob fall on to you. You’d probably have every bone in your body broke if she just fell from a standing position. Now she’s going to drop herself from four feet? You’re going to be hamburger and jam when it happens. You can’t even cry anymore as shit is clogging your tear ducts. As she rises above you can only pray that it goes quickly. You can see the seat come to a stop above you.

And then…it happens. The seat splits and you can see this huge fat ass falling towards you in slow motion. Flab flapping in the breeze at it free falls towards your doom. Caked on shit falls like snowflakes from the seat and her ass, but no worry, the very heavy hailstone coming at you is the main issue.

It happens in slow motion and then you’re hit with it. Or her at least. Your bones practically explode as your interior organs are squeeze out from the sides of her titanic cheeks. Your once spherical head is now more resembling a hamburger patty as her cellulite tenderizes your brain. She probably can’t even feel your splintered bones spiking her fat. You are dead.

So she sits there, your blood and entrails seeping out under her, mixing with her fluids. She’s tired from all the walking she had to do, and the landing wasn’t as soft as she would have liked. However, you did go out with a nice crunch. She just leaned back in the mess, feeling satisfaction in another days work.

So satisfied was she that she leaned off to the side and plowed her sausage fingers under her bloodstained gut and straight into her womanhood. She had to push some your guts out from under her FUPA to get at her pussy, but all a minor inconvenience. Once at the gates of her pleasure center she went to town, planning her next kill.