By: Europaguy
(Chronologically, this part takes place in the future, after BBW Giantess Little Sister Part 2)
Chapter 1: Fountain of Youth
It was nearing the end of another dreadful, miserable year for the still-shrunken Katie Cunningham. Slumped against the foggy, heavily discolored glass of her fishbowl habitat that had served as one of her main places of residence for the last few decades, the slender, disheveled heap of a woman was a far cry from her former self. Once a stunning beauty, her hair was thin and usually always caked in ass sweat or shit, as was her permanently naked, slender body, so much so that her own skin had been dyed a slight, sickly green color from the revolting tortures that she’d suffered over the many years. Sighing, Katie’s nose burned as the rotten-egg scent of her little sister’s morning farts still lingered within the glass prison, where the monster of a woman had squatted over the bowl as she often did and let loose an inhuman barrage of stale, dry blasts of gas that even after all this time, she’d failed to get used to.
Twenty one years. Twenty one long years it had been since Katie’s younger sister, Savanah, had purchased some black-market shrinking serum and reduced both her older sister and their own mother to around an inch in height, where the sadistic young woman had used a combination of her heavy weight, poor hygiene, explosive farts, vile ass, and her insatiable sexual appetite to torture her little victims day in and day out. Since then, Katie had also been
forced to watch her former best friend and their loving mother eventually perish at Savanah’s bratty hands, where the young woman had then been given ownership of her their former home and had long since been living in government-funded luxury while unbeknownst to the world, had been utilizing some of the most disgusting and vile torture known to man on actual Human beings.
Katie’s mind, permanently damaged by the nonstop stink that she endured day in and day out, drifted in and out of conscience as her blank expression watched the two women across form her sobbing silently, holding each other. The “new” girls, Rachel and Ashely, were two women who Savanah had purchased online last year, and happened to be former adversaries of the plus-sized monster. Like Katie, they were once gorgeous examples of the female gender, but her vile sister was quickly putting them on their way to looking like shriveled up, permanently filthy rag dolls. Speaking of Savanah, an all-to familiar rumbling told the three trapped girls that their captor was fast approaching.
“Oooohhhhh ugly bitches,” Savanah sang as she loomed over the fishbowl, her fading blonde hair casting an imposing shadow on the tinies within. “Mama is gonna do some online shopping and needs a good buttplug while I do it, any volunteers?”
Ashley began to cry hysterically at the request, assuming a tired routine of begging and pleading with their giantess tormentor to both let them go or to save her from a fate of anal insertion.
“Just pick me,” Rachel sighed, sacrificing herself for her sister, a pitiful, defeated look on her face.
“Oh thank god, thank you sis, thank you,” Ashely panted with relief, eyes still filled with tears. She was the mentally-weaker sister, and the caring Rachel often found herself obligated to step in for her sibling when possible. Katie meanwhile just stared silently at the two. She saw it pointless to try and form any comradery with them. They were all doomed anyway, after all.
“Awe how sweet, how noble, how…pathetic. Your compassion for each other is so laughable!” Savanah sneered as she reached into the fishbowl and grasp an unsuspecting Ashley. “You’re up then, ASShley.”
In a regular act of sadism, the bbw giantess had of course chosen the girl who clearly wanted to be picked the least, where she lifted a kicking and squealing Ashley up and into the air as Rachel helplessly looked on. Licking her lips like she’d just picked up her 4th bigmac of the day, Savanah carried the writhing woman across the room and over to her large, expensive, desktop computer and pro-gamer chair. Sitting her titanic rear, the buttcheeks still immense, plump, and supple despite pushing 40, she leaned in the well-stained seat, having well absorbed many years of endless farts from the usually naked Savanah, and spread her legs apart as well as her heavy, fat cheeks. An eye-watering odor filled the room as her dank, swampy ass crack spread wide to expose her grimy, uncleaned asshole. Ashely squealed and cried in absolute terror as she was promptly lowered until she was face-to-face with the winking, very-brown eye, the smell already intolerable.
“Please! Please Savanah, not today! Not me! Fuck, fuck, fu-” the shrunken girl’s pleas were silenced as the giantess unceremoniously pressed her victim’s face against the revolting sphincter and pushed hard. The unwiped grime served as a fine lubricant, and the writhing,
shrunken girl slid right up there past her shoulders. Savanah stopped, however, at Ashely’s hips so that her kicking legs stuck comically out of the butthole that she was half buried in.
“Up, up, up, up my ass you go, trapped inside with nowhere to hide, and freedom you’ll never know,” the bratty giantess sang as she began to clench and un-clench her rectum, the motions causing her butt to essentially “eat” the frantic person inserted inside, her legs now disappearing. Despite her age, Savanah hadn’t matured at all past age 20, and even then she was immature for her age back then.
“Ah lets see then,” the bully bbw thought to herself, opening her most favorite webpage of all time: the secretive deep-web black market. The very-illegal website served as a great source of entertainment for the sadist, always hosting a variety of products to use that included a the popular shrinking serum, as well as a the Human shop that allowed users to purchase shrunken people that were put up as collateral for debts. Perusing the expansive list of weapons and experimental pharmaceuticals, Savanah stopped at a new item that was already very popular.
“Anti-aging formula? Holy crap, that’s awesome!” she exclaimed, the curious looking tablets that she was looking at selling for a high price of $50,000 for a bottle. As expensive as it was, Savanah easily raked in that much in government benefits yearly, and despite her spending a ludicrous amount of money on food, she had a very stable savings account.
“Ordering…now! Hah, what a find,” she said happily as she promptly ordered the formula. “Damn, the last time I ordered something this good, I had Katie up my ass. That’s
when I was ordering you and your dumb sister, and now with you up my ass, I found this! You midgets must be good luck or something,” she said down to her rank bum.
Ashely couldn’t hear anything of course, being lodged deep inside Savanah’s rectum. Compressed and squeezed by the slimy walls that contained her, the poor girl whimpered in revulsion as she took short, deliberate breaths of the stuffy, atrocious environment that she found herself in. Each breath resulting in a gag, as even taking in air through her mouth to avoid
smelling it resulted in having to taste the fecal stench. Everywhere her naked body touched was slimy and warm, where Ashely felt like she was going to vomit merely knowing that it was shit that she was pressed right up against. A distant gurgle caused her tiny heart to race, as that dreaded sound usually meant that things were about to get a whole lot worse.
“Wow, same day delivery too? I love the service of this place!” Savanah exclaimed again from above. “Now all I- ugghhhhh- have to do is rub a few out while I wait.”
A raunchy, loud blast of gas belched over the leather seat that her humongous rear was sitting upon, somewhat muffled by the blockage of the girl trapped inside her ass. A smirk of pure evil appeared on the lips of Savanah while she felt the tiny girl within her squirm as if her life depended on it, wiggling like a worm trapped in a very smelly burrow.
“Yes, squirm to that smell baby, squirm to my gift,” Savanah moaned as she shamelessly brought her hand down to her crotch and began to roughly gyrate it over her clitoris. Another couple of farts rumbled out of her spread cheeks, causing another frantic bucking from her victim that did nothing but further pleasure the horny giantess.
Ashely screamed at the top of her lungs as what felt like a hurricane-force wind blasted her naked body, frying it in the intense heat and propelling countless flecks of crap at her face. Her arms pinned to her side by the pressure, the poor girl couldn’t even rub her burning eyes or nose as the inhuman stench of rotted tuna and stale milk worked its way into all her available senses. Coughing her lungs out, Ashely had but a second to recover before several succeeding farts followed, bringing with them the same toxic smell that felt as if it was killing the trapped tiny from the inside. Savanah’s gas was truly something that one could never get used to, and though Katie could tolerate it somewhat better after all these years, even she was still overcome with disgust on most occasions.
“Ahhhhh yes, right there, right there,” the bbw giantess moaned while grinding her rear into the seat, orgasming as her fervent hand in conjunction to the writhing body within her took the horny woman over the edge. Her lady juices cascading down her thighs, Savanah sighed in satisfaction as she let out an obscenely rotten SBD fart as a “thank you” to Ashely, who responded by attempting to break her own arms in an attempt to furiously try and escape the intolerably dry, barf-inducing monster gas that slowly leaked out the giantess’ rectum.
“Whew, that was good,” Savanah smacked as she patted her chunky belly before giving her large, creamy breasts a rub. The doorbell rang from up above, prompting the bbw to hop out of her chair as fast as her insanely thick thighs could carry her.
“That was fast! Yay, I’m gonna be young again!” she celebrated childishly as she wheezed up the stairs and skipped over to the front door. The package in question had been dropped off right against the outer glass, as most delivery people often did. Savanah would flirt
with men and women alike now, and despite her rather attractive body, her sloppiness, lack of hygiene, and all around body odor usually repulsed the other person enough to go out of their way to avoid speaking to her. Savanah didn’t care, all she needed was her tiny sex slaves.
Snatching the parcel, the giantess slid back downstairs like an overweight rabbit returning to its burrow, where she spent a vast majority of her time. Ripping it open, Savanah held up a bottle of pills that resembled the average case of vitamins that one might find at a pharmacy. Containing little information, the eager woman smiled as she read that the pills within were guaranteed to rapidly de-age the cells in a person’s body by many years, usually around 20. It warned not to take more than one if under 40, for obvious reasons. If a 20-year old were to take it, they’d supposedly revert back to a baby.
“Well, down the hatch!” Savanah exclaimed as she swallowed the large, red pill whole. Feeling the medicine bubble around in her gut, the giantess marched back over to her dresser where the grimy, greened tank containing Katie and Rachel sat, and lowered the bowl back down on the floor.
“Here’s your sister back, Rach,” Savanah said as she squatted over the container and clenching her ass as if taking a poop, crudely “shit” Ashely out of her rectum, where the heavily soiled tiny plopped onto the old aquarium gravel, shuddering in disgust.
“Hah, look at her, she’s all slimy and crap, guess you’d better rename her to ASShley, then, huh Rach?” Savanah giggled as she peered down into the bowl. Rachel merely rushed over to her sister and tried comforting her from a few feet away, holding her nose as the disgusting smells emitting from her poor sibling. Ashely just sobbed quietly, her entire body
shaking in the grief of having just been used as a Human butt plug. Katie was quite unemotional at the scene before her, as all she felt these days was revulsion at what her sister did to her on a regular basis. The only thing that would make her happy at that point was for the sweet embrace of death to carry her from the hellish life.
Setting the bowl back onto her dresser, Savanah couldn’t help but notice a tightness had overcome most of her body, as if her very skin was squeezing down upon herself. Feeling her face, the giantess was amazed to find out that the wrinkles that were beginning to develop under her eyes had disappeared, and after rushing to the mirror in the bathroom, realized that her youthful appearance was returning right before her very eyes. Hair regaining its sheen, her skin all over her body smooth and pristine, her giant chest perking up, and even Savanah’s prized rump, while always soft and squishy, was regaining its athletic firmness from her rugby days.
“Holy crap! This is amazeballs, it actually worked!” the pampered bbw shouted as staring back at her in the mirror was what resembled a 20-year-old version of herself. It made her nostalgic, this was how she looked when she’d first shrunk her mom and sister and made them her slaves. With the same fabulous body that she had in her youth, Savanah wondered if she’d be able to increase the intensity of the tortures on her tiny victims using this revamped, rejuvenated young body of hers, when she got another idea.
“Maybe if I make those shrunken bitches younger too…then maybe they’ll be able to handle more torture!” she cackled. “This is going to be so fun, I can push them farther than I ever have had before!”
Reopening the pill bottle containing the miracle cure for aging, Savanah withdrew one of the nine remaining pills and after some quick thinking, ground it up into a cap from some bottled soda, and dripping some Dr. Pepper into it, lowered the makeshift water dish into the fish bowl with the three girls.
Katie was the first to curiously approach the cap, taking a hesitant drink of the soda within. Lapping it up, she dunked her little face in and began to drink up the sweet liquid.
“Hey, you two,” she said towards her sister cellmates. “I’d get some of this if I were you, she rarely gives us soda.”
Savanah usually kept her prisoners on a pretty basic diet of just water and a multivitamin ground up in it, as for their tiny bodies, the single pill usually gave them a supercharged amount of the nutrients that they needed. It also ensured that they stayed alive for the giantess captor’s sake. Real food and drink other than water was a rare treat that they seldom got.
Crawling over, Rachel took a drink from the upturned cap and savored the sweet flavor. Beckoning her weary sister over, the older sibling assisted Ashely in getting a drink of her own. The three women then all sat around the cap, greedily drinking until they’d drunk it all. Savanah watched from a distance smiling, as they had no idea what was about to happen. In their smaller bodies, the change happened almost instantly.
Katie started to back away in shock as her skin began to regain the fair color of her youth, the sickly shade that Savana’s farts had tainted her with draining from sight. Her hair began to straighten out, and she felt her stress-produced wrinkles begin to smoothen out on
their own. The two other women in there with her noticed the same changes, marveling at their increasingly-good appearance.
“Surprise!!” Savanah exclaimed as she plunged a hand mirror into the tank to give the three a good view of themselves. Rachel and Ashley remarked at how good they looked, amazed by their sudden youth. Katie, meanwhile, began to cry silently. Looking back at her was the same girl who had fallen victim to her absolute pig of a sister two decades ago. She was the pure, young woman with a promising future that had been robbed from her by the sadistic Savanah.
“You’re so welcome, girls,” the giantess said triumphantly. “ASSley and I are 20 again, while my sis and Rachel are 22!”
“W-why though?” Katie mumbled, terrified that an expedited death was possibly robbed from her. She didn’t care that she was made years younger, as she was still in the custody of her sister at the end of the day.
“I mean, lets face it sis, we’re getting old. Its only a matter of time before what happened to mom happens to one of you,” Savanah shrugged unapologetically. “Plus, I have a theory that I would like to try out. What if you guys were able to handle more punishment in those hardier bodies?”
The three tinies looked up at their captor in absolute horror, sending a quiver of sexual excitement up Savanah’s thighs.
“Mmm yes, your younger body used to be able to take so much, Katie,” the giantess said with a lick of her lips. “And that was before you were acquainted with my sensual gas the first time, just imagine what you’d all be able to handle now.”
The prospect of receiving heightened tortures was terrifying for all three shrunken women, who huddled their newfound, youthful bodies together for mutual comfort. Savanah, meanwhile smiled as she went upstairs to wait for her secret food order. Thanksgiving was fast approaching at the time, and a startup restaurant called “Thanksgiving Daily” now delivered in her area, where customers could order a full thanksgiving feast 24/7, 365 days a year. Savanah planned to eat an entire one of these delivered feasts all day for a week, where she also intended to limit her bowel movements, storing the built up dump and gas bomb for a special surprise that she had planned for her captives…
After receiving her multiple bags of pre-cooked food from the delivery boy (who was confused by Savanah’s younger appearance) and after gorging and pigging out for a whole hour, the giantess returned to the basement to see that the girls had fallen asleep. Her “turkey bomb” was still a few days away, but she had plenty more tortures planned to test on the rejuvenated tinies. Starting off their grueling trial for today was something of a game of luck.
“Hey, wake up, squirts!” Savanah yelled down to the bowl, startling them all awake. “You thought you had some time before I started? Oh heck no. Quick, Katie and Rachel, heads or tails?” she asked sporadically.
“Umm…heads?” Katie asked in confusion. It was likely another one of her sister’s stupid games. Rachel naturally defaulted to tails. Flipping a quarter, Savanah slapped the coin on her hand and read the results.
“Ah, you won, big sis!” she exclaimed. “You win a day of being used as my seat cushion and fart absorber while I’m livestreaming at the computer. Aka, the least-bad of the tortures!”
“Lucky me,” Katie sighed, sitting back down against the wall. Being compressed underneath Savanah’s huge ass while enduring blast after inhuman blast of gas was no picnic regardless of how she described it.
“Alrighty then, this next coin flips is between the sisters, and its for who gets the second-worst torture!” the bbw brat chuckled. “Heads or tails, ladies?”
“Tails?” Rachel murmured, tears welling up in her eyes. Ashely was just sitting down holding her legs, rocking back and forth mumbling incoherently.
Savanah flipped the coin again, and upon reading the result, snickered cruelly.
“Heads again,” she sneered. “Poor, poor unlucky Rachel, that means you get the worst of the trials!”
Rachel broke down, nowhere near prepared to go through one of the giantess’ patented stink-related cruelties.
“Ashely, in second place, you’re going to be wedged up in my asscrack and held there by a thong while you accompany me on a 4-mile jog! I wanna see what this body can do!” she sang obnoxiously. Ashley replied by whimpering tearfully.
“Then of course, your older sister is going to get to spend a day in my brand new fart chamber,” Savanah continued, holding up a small, plastic container. “I know you’re probably thinking that it’s not as bad as it sounds, but trust me, this thing will fill up fast.”
With a full day of stink to dispense on her prisoners, the voluptuous sadist reached into the jar and grabbed her older sister, ready to sit back on the computer and blow up the tiny body beneath her to the best of her abilities.
“Ah my loving sister, we don’t spend enough time together anymore!” Savanah giggled as she grabbed a few pieces of tapes and placing her motionless sister on the bottom of her leather gaming chair, secured her tiny body to ensure that she’d be unable to escape what was coming. Katie merely started up at her evil sibling through tired eyes, having had nothing more to say to her.
“Hey hey hey, fart-freaks!” Savanah spoke towards the webcam at the top of her huge monitor as she began her stream. “It’s your girl Savanah again, back at you pervs with another day of farting all over my sister! Say hi, Katie!”
Katie didn’t even entertain that with a response, causing Savanah to blow a raspberry at her before spinning around and her presenting her titanic, jiggling ass cheeks to her restrained sister and slowly lowered it onto her for dramatic effect. Despite her stoic disposition, Katie had never gotten used to this horrifying perspective, watching as her world went to darkness as Savanah’s planet-sized, heavy, and absolutely revoltingly stinky ass came closer and closer until it had completely buried the tiny from sight.
Chapter 2: The Trials
A whimper was forced from Katie’s thin lips as her small frame was compressed beneath her sister’s colossal weight, entombing her in the abyss. Naturally, the tiny ended up sliding right between those twin cellulite-ridden planets, where her younger, restored body was already coated in some of the reeking ass sweat that oozed between them. Revulsion began to overtake Katie as she held her breath for a minute, her instincts kicking in telling her to avoid the surely-rank environment that she now found herself in. In all honesty, the tormented woman would have preferred to never breathe again anyway and be released from her exhausting life, but alas, her basic survival instincts forced her to suck in a deep gasp of thick, hot, humid “air”.
Her body immediately recoiling at the fetid stink that tainted the taste buds of her open mouth, Katie realized that there was something off about her sister’s current funk. It was more intense than usual, almost burning to her senses as she wheezed in the thick air. Either a change in diet or misstep of hygiene were the culprits, and the squashed tiny hoped that it wasn’t a combination of both. The pressure increased as her younger sibling began to grind and bounce on her, where Katie stifled a gag as butt sweat began to wash over here while the stench of unwiped fecal matter was rubbed into her body along with the general eye-watering musk that haunted Savanah’s deep asscrack.
“Alright, I was going to play a game for you guys but Imma be real, I don’t feel like doing jack but letting my big sis strew in my rank butt right now,” the giantess smacked to her viewers as she started snacking on a family-size bag of Doritos. “So I’m just going to sit here and watch Megaflix while I give Katie here a little preview of some of the thanksgiving gas I’m saving for my girls. I should mention that I haven’t bathed in like two months at this point, so it’s probably super grimy in there though.”
Untouched by water or anything to relieve the swampy chasm of its deadly odor, Katie felt more tears streaming down her eyes the longer she inhaled the crippling stink. It was akin to sharing a sauna with the contents of a fully-laden port-a-potty, the humid air carrying with it the noxious fumes of her sister’s unwashed ass. A distant rumbling from above was all too familiar to the trapped woman, and she was beginning to dread the eventual gas that would probably be leaking down upon her in a few moments. To her own surprise, Katie realized that she was actually beginning to struggle against the weighty rear pressing down on her.
“What the? Wow, Katie hasn’t squirmed like this in a little while, it must really reek down there!” Savanah giggled as she started to contort her face right at her webcam. “Well I hope she’s ready for some of these farts, I saved all my after-lunch gas just for this!”
With a bit more wiggling from the titanic ass above, Katie was wedged a little deeper between the gargantuan booty-cheeks just in time to take a point-blank fart from her tormentor. Roaring down at and around her like a ferocious lion, the tiny was quickly engulfed by a burning blast that briefly stifled her breath completely as the force prevented her from inhaling anything. Not that she wanted to anyway, the tiniest sniff of this monster caused Katie
to immediately begin to dry heave and gag into Savanah’s filthy buttcrack. Before she’d recovered from the first fart, two more explosions quickly torched the shrunken girl’s body as they loudly escaped the boulder-like cheeks that sought to contain them, carrying with it a wet, meaty, sulfuric heat. Wheezing as if she’d just swallowed smog from a trash fire, Katie choked on the unusually rancid farts, all while Savanah mercilessly continued to grind down on her.
“Ooof, that last one got my eyes watering,” the bbw giantess coughed as she fanned the air around her face with her hand. “Dang, fart-freaks, I’ve really outdone myself. Now just imagine my poor sister trapped deep beneath me, right in the center of this shit haha.”
A message in her live stream’s chat popped up, where a smirking Savanah realized that one of her online fans had donated a generous $5000.
“Well, well, well, we have a mega-donor here!” she exclaimed. “You guys know what that means, right? Custom request!!”
Savanah eagerly awaited her fan’s personal request, where her evil grin grew again upon reading it.
“Wow, Fartsimp20042004, you’re a nasty one!” she chuckled. “You guys are in for a treat then, our friend here has paid 5K to have me tie my sister to a tooth brush, then use her to scrub the inside of my asshole! Dang, that place doesn’t stay clean for very long, but I guess dear Katie is just going to have to try.
Following another few rapid farts, Savanah snickered as she stood up and slowly peeled her sweated behind off of her tiny prisoner. In the middle of the moist chair was a coughing
Katie, who blinked in the sudden light. Her body was already looking a little grimy saturated in nauseating butt juice, but that was comparatively clean considering what was about to happen to her.
“Somethings wrong,” the tiny thought to herself. “No way is she done gassing me already, what is she-”
Her thoughts were interrupted as she was roughly peeled from the leather cushion, where she got a disorienting upside down view of the world before feeling her little body being pressed against something.
“Alright, lets get you strapped in nice and tight, because this is gonna be one hell of a ride,” Savanah smiled as she began to tie her sister to the back part of a tooth brush using some strong twine.
“S-Savanah, w..what the hell are you doing?” Katie wheezed weakly, still trying to get a sense of what was happening.
“Bon Voyage, Katie, I’ll try my best not to fart but heh, no promises,” her younger sister replied with a shrug. Spinning around so that her impossible ass was facing her webcam, giving her viewers a glorious view of her humongous cheeks and dark, sickly ass crack as she spread it open for all to see. Katie careened her neck just in time to see the tooth brush be plunged deep inside the smelly canyon, where she now realized where she was going.
“W-wait, I thought this was supposed to be the easy torture!” Katie squealed, only for her voice to be drowned out as the head of the brush, along with her shrunken body, was
roughly pushed through Savanah’s unwiped sphincter, treating the viewers to what sounded like wet mac and cheese as the giantess penetrated herself.
“Mmm, that feels really good too,” the bbw smacked, slowly pushing the handle of the tooth brush in and out of her pulsing rectum while ensuring that the end her sister was tied to remained securely deep inside her. “Ugh, this shit is scraping things like no buttplug could!”
Katie screamed as her restrained body was brutally scratched against her sister’s slimy rectal walls, clearing the built up gunk off of them but effectively covering the poor tiny from head to toe in unimaginably stinky muck. The feeling of hot, fermenting shit trickling down her skull and up and around her back never ceased to be a skin-crawling occasion for Katie, and she soon found herself wailing in pain as her body was repeatedly pressed and scraped against the inside of Savanah’s ass.
“You know- ahhhh fuck yes- this might have been a good idea anyway, as my shithole is going to need all the room it can get for what’s coming in a week,” Savanah stuttered through a moan of pleasure. “Stay tuned, dear viewers, for my thanksgiving special in a few days. Let’s just say, I’m not expecting all my girls to make it through that one.
Now feverishly butt-fucking herself with the Katie-brush, Savanah’s long tongue flopped out of her mouth as her face contorted with ecstasy. She was genuinely surprised at how good it felt clearing some of that excess waste that had built up around her ass, and clearing only the inside of her sphincter ensured that her buttcrack would remain rank despite the amount of debris that she was clearing off with her sister.
“Oops…sorry, not sorry,” Savanah sneered as she began to fart in rapid succession, the airy blasts escaping her hole while the toothbrush went in and out. The submerged Katie couldn’t even gag properly as the blinding gas stole what little air remained from her. Fighting the very inside of the giantess’ ass as well as the unbearable, sticky farts for breathing room proved next to impossible, where what little air that Katie could choke down was of utmost vileness, shriving up her tongue as her exhausted mind attempted to deal with the onslaught on her senses. Her vision had long since gone as a particularly stubborn blob of excavated feces became stuck to the little girl’s skull, forming a pitiful, humiliating, and extremely smelly helmet of sorts.
“Ah well, I figure my ass is nice and clean now, eh? Let’s take a look,” Savanah sighed as she plucked the brush in its entirety out of her rectum, then upon looking at the end where her sister was strapped too, put her head back in a cruel laugh.
“I don’t know about you guys, but is my sister even still on this thing?” she chortled as she held the handle up to the camera. Strapped to the other end was nothing resembling a Human but instead, a discolored, gag-inducing blob or crap, grime, and whatever nasty substances were found in and around Savanah’s ass. The vile glob wiggled slightly, revealing the tortured Katie to be laying beneath the layer of disgust.
“Well, I’ll end this stream on this, I hope you enjoyed!” Savanah cackled as she held her nose at the painfully strong odor coming from the hygiene device that had just been inserted up her bum. “Well, I guess I’d better clean Katie here off in the toilet. I haven’t flushed in a few days, so it won’t really be water…”
Half an hour later, back at the dismal aquarium atop the dresser, Rachel was assisting her younger sister in reminiscing about the good years as a way to temporarily escape their predicament.
“Remember how we’d always make these peasants look like shit?” she asked Ashley. “We always had the best clothes money could buy, we were wearing threads that those hobos couldn’t even dream of affording.”
“That was so long ago…I want to go back,” the younger sister whimpered.
“I know, baby, I know,” Rachel comforted her, until an approaching rumble shot a pang of fear through their hearts.
Briefly looming over them, Savanah promptly dropped Katie back inside the bowl. The two sisters got one whiff of the soaking-wet girl, before recoiling in revulsion and scooting to the furthest place in the container away from her.
“Oh god Katie…what the hell happened?” Rachel coughed, where the broken tiny merely glared forward with bloodshot eyes. Her “bath” of diarrhea water did clean the filth she’d accumulated inside Savanah’s ass off of her, but of course she now smelled like sewer flow.
“You’re up, Ashley!” the giantess sang as she plunged her hand in and withdrew the younger sister for the second time that day. The tiny squirmed and squealed in protest, not wanting another round from the plus-size torturer.
“Oh, pipe down, will you? I thought you skinny cunts liked exercise anyway?” she scoffed at the shrunken girl. Despite happily doing it to torment one of her little victims, Savanah had someone been dreading this herself. Her lazy, couch-potato lifestyle meant little physical activity, and she doubted that a several-mile jog was going to feel good. Nonetheless, she was ready to do it for the sake of torture.
Easily fighting off Ashley’s pious fighting, the giantess promptly strapped the tiny into the back of a large pair of purple underwear. To the untrained eye, one might assume them to be granny panties, but the reality was that any undergarment that Savanah donned would become devoured in her expansive backside, turned into a thong riding up deep between those boulder-like cheeks. Smirking, the cruel bbw pulled the panties up and around her legs, before hiking them up high. Poor Ashely could only let out a blood-curdling scream in horror as she was buried in that rank asscrack, the sickly sound of wet slime being heard as the once-clean underwear was submerged in the murky confines.
“Right, well, let’s get this over with I guess,” Savanah sighed, putting on a sweat-stained white t-shirt and pulling up a pair of navy blue workout shorts. Her bulbous cheeks stretched the poor shorts to their ripping point, with her pale upper thighs ending up quite uncovered. Marching upstairs and out the front door, Savanah looked out at the street that she’d spent the last few decades residing in luxury in, realizing that she’d seldom ever left the area. After all, why would she need to? She had everything she wanted at the house.
Thighs jiggling wildly with every thunderous step, the bbw took a final deep breath before taking off down the street in a slow jog. Pumping her arms, Savanah was already
wheezing after a short thirty seconds, but she kept going for the sake of ensuring that the tiny that was currently wedged in her buttcrack suffered to the utmost extremes. She had promised herself to run a few miles, and that was exactly what she was going to do. Once the first few minutes went by, the giantess realized that the laborious workout was beginning to get a little easier by the second. Her body, starved of proper exercise, was almost thanking her for the bout of physical activity as she exited the street and turned down the road, running along the sidewalk towards the park and the path that wound through the local woods. Taking in deep inhales of the fresh, autumn air, Savanah actually found herself smiling as she enjoyed the outdoors, ignoring the fact that she was already sweating profusely, her titanic cheeks behind her clapping together loudly.
A pair of children riding their bikes on the sidewalk widened their eyes in a shock as they saw the huge, jiggling woman running past them.
“Hey kiddos! Lovely day, eh?” She said, waving at them. The musk and generally foul body odor that Savanah was emitting must have hit them like a one-two punch, the two youths falling off their bikes as they clasped their hands around their noses and mouths at the horrific stench. Savanah just laughed, almost proud of the fact that her rankness could do such a thing. Anyone nearby would have heard what sounded like water balloons splashing against the pavement, as the bbw’s thick and extremely sweaty body rubbed and squelched together. Red in the face and out of breath, yet strangely exhilarated, Savanah enjoyed a bit of nostalgia as she ran through the park, remembering her rugby days. Subverting her initial expectations, the giantess ended up having a lovely time out there. Ashley, not so much.
From the moment that Savanah had started running, the twin mountains on either side of the tiny had been roughly grinding and scraping against her, as if she was in the maw of a giant, squishy creature. Each time one of the jiggly cheeks rubbed against Ashley, they pressed and steamed the accumulated funk and foul odor right onto her tortured body, which was then repeated for every single step that Savanah took. This alone was physically taxing on Ashley, who whined and moaned as she was having the wind knocked out of her with every impact from the smelly mounds sandwiching her, but on top of that, the dank crack that she was confined in soon heated up like a revolting sauna, and sickly butt-sweat accompanied the unbearably thick air. The poor shrunken woman couldn’t even hear herself scream as she was pummeled over and over again, all while she was coated head to toe in the swampy perspiration.
The smell increased exponentially, where the disoriented, nauseated tiny was forced to wheeze-in the equivalent of a backed-up sewer buried in her nostrils, which she struggled to breathe in period as the fuming sweat filled her nose and mouth, threatening to drown Ashley in the liquid filth. Eyes red, watering, and bulging out of her skull, the tiny felt her mind spinning as her thoughts disintegrated. Having already been forcibly used as a buttplug for Savanah earlier that day, Ashely had been given minimal time for respite, her mental health was struggling from the ordeal as it was. Now, already forced into another foul torment, the shrunken woman was approaching a breaking point as her screams and cries were interrupted non-stop by involuntary mouthfuls of ass juice and the sounds of Savanah’s giant butt cheeks rubbing together over and over again. It felt like an eternity as she was blended into the stew of
disgust deep in that swampy crack, where the nose-killing combined odors of sewage, unwiped, rank bum, and undissipated farts from earlier continued to drain the tiny prisoner to no end.
Looping back around, Savanah began her journey home, proud of herself that she’d manage to run so far. A group of three teenage girls walking the opposite direction caught sight of the bbw, where their eyes widened in horror at the ill-dressed, flabby body.
“Ughhh, is the circus in town or something? I think one of their elephants escaped,” a dainty blonde girl sneered, with the other two breaking out in cruel snickering.
Savanah stopped dead in her tracks, an evil grin filling her face. She figured that it was her job to teach these kids some manners.
“Oh god, I can smell her from here! What the actual fuck!” another one of the girls exclaimed, coughing lightly.
Walking away from the plus-size girl, the teens failed to notice that Savanah had changed directions, and after a sudden grunt sounded from behind, the trio turned just in time to see the bbw bending her gigantic rear over right at them. In a bout of flatulence that could probably be heard by someone standing hundreds of feet away, a vicious fart splattered out of Savanah’s ginormous ass cheeks with a wet roar, sending a searing wave of stink right towards the teenagers, who smelt it immediately.
Collapsing to their hands and knees, gagging and coughing, the pretty girls were acting as if they’d just inhaled mustard gas as they choked about on the sidewalk. Nonchalantly stepping over them, Savanah roughly grabbed the beautiful blonde hair of the first girl, and
pulling her head up, crammed the makeup-crusted face right into her sweaty, musky, bristly left armpit.
“Thanks, I was getting a little sweaty,” the bbw sneered as she grinded the youth’s face into her pit, making sure her nose got a good whiff of the funk. As soon as the powerful grip on her hair let go, the blonde rushed over to the grass where she promptly threw up, before passing out, knocked out cold.
“F-fuck you, nasty bitch!” a brunette with long hair spat at Savanah.
The cruel, weighty woman just sighed as she strode over to the girl, who started crawling away in fear. Licking her lips, Savanah squatted over her and released a noxious SBD, which drifted down onto the fleeing girl’s upturned face. Her nose twitched for a second as it detected the toxic flatulence, where her body immediately went rigid as her body struggled to contend with the inhuman odor. Laughing to herself, Savanah squeezed out one more mind destroying fart over the paralyzed girl’s face before looking towards the third. The shortest and most petite of the group, the last girl had merely abandoned her friends and was already several hundred feet away, sprinting as if her life depended on it. Shrugging, the giantess did a little stretch before bounding back down the sidewalk for home, huffing and puffing after her little rest. The teens who were left behind were naturally going to be permanently scarred for life.
Unfortunately for the tiny that was still wedged deep in Savanah’s fetid asscrack, Ashely had been forced to endure every fart directed at the girls from point blank range. The first wet fart had blasted her with flecks of crap, which were loosened up by Katie earlier, and the poor
thing was currently in the process of drifting in and out of consciousness, her lungs burning for real air as she accidently swallowed another mouthful of gag-worthy bum sweat. Another ten minutes of pure agony later, for her sake, the giantess that she was imprisoned against finally made it to her front door, where she properly went into her generously large family home and turned on the AC despite it being November.
“Damn, I might need another bottle of this!” Savanah commented as she promptly chugged a gallon-jug of rootbeer, before shaking the kitchen with an ear-splitting, thunderous belch. Patting her swollen gut, the bbw smacked her lips as she suddenly remembered her passenger. Snickering to herself, she tiptoed down stairs to her evil lair and began to strip off her soaking-wet workout clothes, which fell to the floor with a splat.
A sour, raunchy stench of sweaty BO wafted through the basement while the giantess made her way back over to the dresser and giggled at her own stink, which burned even her nostrils. It got her riled up knowing that one of her tiny victims was still stewing in that god awful place that was her buttcrack.
“Where the fuck is my sister?” Rachel yelled up in her little voice, peering up at Savanah as she stood nearby.
“She’s still in here somewhere I think,” the bbw replied, digging between her glazed, shiny cheeks and pulled out her purple undies, then dropping them around her ankles. Soaked to the brim with sweat and darkened in color by the toxic environment that they had been stuck in for an hour, the panties were done for, as was the girl strapped to the inside.
“God damn, that’s some nasty shit!” Savanah cackled as she dropped the shrunken girl into the aquarium with the others. Rachel and even Katie had to cover their noses and mouths as they caught a whiff of the putridness emitting from the younger sister.
“Ashely! Are you…oh my god, what did she do to you?” Rachel stammered as she took a closer look at her soaked sibling. Apart from being drenched, the tiny’s body was red and swollen all over, having been pummeled nonstop by those heavy, unbearable butt cheeks all the while. On top of that, her recently-pure skin was once again dyed a nasty color by the filth that had been rubbed against her during the whole ordeal. Sore all over, Ashely was beyond moving at this point, and merely lay still with a faraway look in her eyes.
“Hnnnghh….ugggghhh” the broken-down girl mumbled.
“Whew, well, I’d suggest that I shower but oh what the hey, my BO will add to the experience,” Savanah panted, still tired from her run. Reaching into the jar, she plucked up an unprepared Rachel, who was now writhing like no tomorrow in the grasp of the giantess. After seeing how defeated, disgusted, and how much her fellow tinies were suffering after their individual tortures with Savanah, Rachel was less than thrilled for it to be her turn. Worst yet, she was supposedly to be given the worst trial of them all.
“Well I’m winded, so I’ll just take a nap,” Savanah yawned. “Which is tough shit for you because I can’t control my sleep toots. You’re just going to have to deal with whatever comes out of my booty.”
Laying down on her stomach, the giantess withdrew the curious plastic container and roughly placed Rachel inside. Next, she used a belt to fasten the container to her big butt,
where as she tightened it, the currently-clean plastic case sank between those twin mounds, disappearing from view. Rachel whimpered and held her breath as the light became dim, squirming against the back of the container, which appropriately resembled a coffin, and realized where it was going. Now right at the bottom the extremely sweaty and fragrant crevice that was Savanah’s ass, Rachel stared into the gates of hades themselves: the bbw’s puffy, round, and incredibly dirty butthole. The tiny container holding her against it, yet providing a generous amount of room for air, the pretty girl finally took in a breath that immediately caused her eyes to water and summon a raspy cough from her. It was really bad, a nasty, wet, lingering odor permeating from that foul sphincter began to sap Rachel’ strength already, and the farts hadn’t even started yet. Confined to what was essentially a plastic coffin that held the slave against her waiting rectum, Savanah was more than ready to get started.
Drifting off to a comfortable sleep, where she would dream about the several thanksgiving feasts that she planned to consume the rest of the week for the special plan that she had for her slaves, the giantess began to snore loudly. Rachel, now in darkness, just breathed slowly and deliberately, each inhale souring a few of her senses with the rotten, nauseating ambient stench that surrounded Savanah’s brown eye. She’d wondered how merely enduring farts was supposed to be the worst torture, but the former high school bully was soon going to find out just why Savanah had selected it for that rank
Chapter 3: The Thanksgiving Special
Savanah dreamily opened her eyes, face stuck to the pillow of her king size bed with a puddle of drool. Blinking, her eyes drifted to the nearby digital clock, where to her amusement, her “nap” had took around six hours.
“Oh Rach, you still alive in my little fart chamber?” she snickered, delving a hand between her soft cheeks and feeling the small plastic container as she loosened the belt around her waist and dug the coffin out. Even Savanah was unprepared for what she saw.
Holding the container to her face, a rotten, intense stench of pure revolting odor leaked from beneath the box as the air that was trapped inside escaped, which to Savanah’s shock, caused the giantess herself to gag at the unusually powerful scent of rotten meat, moldy cheese, and even something that was reminiscent of asphalt. The container itself was far from clear anymore, the once-transparent case now a thick, cloudy, green color that somewhat resembled the aquarium that the shrunken slaves were normally stored in. Speaking of slave, Savanah noticed some curious red handprints on the inside of the plastic and of course currently laying against the interior was Rachel herself. Looking closer, the giantess took
amusement at just how bad the girl appeared. Her hair had gone a ghostly-white color, and her face was contorted in a frozen expression of terror. Curious yet, the shrunken girl’s mouth had blood around it, and her red eyes were constantly leaking tears, the pupils unmoving as she appeared to be staring off into space.
Checking for a heartbeat, Savanah confirmed that Rachel was still alive, albeit barely as she seemed to be in a near-comatose state. Just how bad did it get in that fart chamber during the bbw’s nap? The answer, of course, was horrendous.
It had been only around ten minutes or so since Rachel was inserted inside the plastic coffin that was pressed over Savanah’s revolting butthole, where she whined and cried and having to constantly breathe in the burning musk and shitty rankness that permeated throughout the bottom of the giantess’ filthy crack. Hearing nothing but the oversized-brat’s snoring, Rachel was startled when the sphincter next to her suddenly sprang to life and belched out a short, 2-second, raunchy fart. The little plastic container immediately filled to the brim with the gag-inducing gas, causing the desperate tiny to hold a hand over her nose as she attempted to take in as little air as possible. Another quick fart followed, and then another, and then another. The series of short blasts added unprecedented heat to the confined space, and was beginning to make Rachel’s little heart beat rapidly as the reality of her situation set in. Taking a timid inhale through her mouth, the poor thing doubled over, retching against the foul ass flesh as she tasted the bad gas.
Next doing a brief inhale through her nose, Rachel felt the tears begin to flow as her sinuses burned at the odor of spoiled-milk. Any way that she tried to breathe would simply lead
to unimaginable suffering, and that’s what ended up happening as the poor girl was forced to sit there and take the gas. It wasn’t the worst thing ever at first, with Savanah’s booty hole blasting another bout of hot, rank air into the clear container every thirty seconds or so. It was still bad, with Rachel beside herself with revulsion as she breathed just enough for her to survive, though each breath nearly ended with her spewing bile over herself at the retch worthy stink. A half hour later, however, things started to change. After nearly ten minutes without a fart, Savanah’s ass suddenly opened gently and wheezed out an almost-silent, raspy whisper of a fart. Just as the air in the box was beginning to improve slightly, Rachel was knocked off her feet as she caught a whiff of this monster.
Slamming her back against the hard plastic, as if her flight instincts had kicked in and tried to get her to move as far away as possible, Rachel’s mouth opened wide in a silent gasp as the utterly putrid fumes of fermented fruit and stale mildew attacked her nostrils, the deadly cocktail frying her senses as a heavy, humid heat began to take over the already sauna-like environment. Arms and legs trembling as she became blinded with her own stinging tears, a throaty moan emitted from the shrunken woman as this gas subdued her completely, weakening her body. She would have needed at least ten minutes to even begin to recover from this one, but the unconscious Savanah mercilessly released another two of these half minute, monster SBDs. Nails scraping against her plastic prison, every one of Rachel’s senses were on fire as she was baked alive by the fuming gas, while her sense of taste and smell specifically were replaced with nothing but awareness of the giantess’ inhuman gas.
The silence was broken by a wet splatter, as the colossal behind that the tiny was strapped to thundered to life again with a rancid, meaty, incredibly-loud fart that sounded for a
full minute before fading away. The scent of this beast put the SBDs to shame, and that was saying something. An intense, mind-killing smell of pure, upset-stomach, fecal rot flowed into the unwilling tiny’s lungs, damaging them beyond repair as an increasingly desperate Rachel opened her mouth and let out a constant, unwavering scream. Interrupted only by the sort, torturous breathes that she was forced to take in just to survive, the suffering woman continued her endless scream until her throat was raw and she began tasting blood. This gas was like nothing that she’d endured before, and she was beginning to drastically worry about her wellbeing as her mind felt heavy and her body began to grow paralyzed.
Another half hour passed, and Savanah had released another five of those minute-long farts. The plastic casing had gone completely green and fogged, and the tiny trapped within was consumed by a visible, sickly mist that stung her every sense. In a last ditch effort to escape before becoming totally paralyzed, Rachel had pounded her fists against the container over and over again until they too became bloodied, where she eventually collapsed, defeated. All she could do was passively inhale the toxic, lung-destroying farts as her mind began to evaporate at the intolerable atmosphere. She began to forget a lot of things, basic information that would normally come to her rather easily, her mind and spirit having been taken over the edge and broken by her cruel captor. This continued for hours and hours, until the slumbering giantess finally awoke hours later.
Back in the present, Savanah dumped Rachel back into the aquarium with the others, her trials complete. She’d admittedly learned a lot, mainly that reducing the ages of her slaves didn’t seem to do much in helping tolerate the vile tortures. All three were just lying there, mentally and physically exhausted.
“R-Rachel?” Ashley mumbled, approaching her unmoving sister. Eyes wide in endless terror, the gassed-out tiny slowly looked back to her.
“I’m sorry…who are you?” Rachel replied sleepily, which caused her younger sister to look on, horrified. A significant chunk of her sibling’s mind had been scarred and damaged by the otherworldly rank of the particularly bad fart torture that she’d endured. Rachel would never be the same again. Katie just sighed, as this was nothing new to her sadly. She’d seen this happen before.
Well-rested and ready to eat, Savanah left her little slaves alone for a while. In fact, she ended up leaving them largely alone for several days, giving the weary tinies a much-needed respite. Rachel and Ashley slept almost nonstop for that grace period, where only Katie seemed increasingly on edge, as if she had the sense that something huge was going to happen.
Finally, Thanksgiving Day arrived. True to her word, Savanah had eaten an entire feast leading up to the day, consuming whole turkeys and who knows how many sides and desserts during the week. Patting her stuffed, bloated gut, Savanah had also saved all her dumps and gas for this one special day, and she was more than ready to unload them all now. A part of her wondered if this was even a good idea, as the amount of farts and shit swirling around in her colon was certainly more than any of the slaves could handle, and had the potential to take out all three. She went ahead regardless. Starting the day off, Savanah had grasped her shrunken victims and placed them all on the floor before her.
“Now, my loyal subjects,” she explained in a bratty voice. “Bow down and worship me as your goddess, right now!”
Katie didn’t hesitate to fling herself onto her hands and knees and begin to bow and yell repeatedly.
“Yes, Goddess Savanah, you are our glorious, beautiful, and generous ruler who we skinny bitches do not deserve,” she groveled pathetically. This confused Ashley and Rachel, who were used to Katie being apathetic to her sister. Clearly, she knew something was up.
“Uh, yes Goddess Savanah, I pray every day that you will bless us with your…farts,” Ashely muttered hesitantly, joining Katie on her knees. “Praise to you for…all that you provide us with.”
Only Rachel remained standing now, a disgusted look on her face.
“Look, I forget who you all are, but all I know is that this fat cow here is fucking horrible! She’s killing us here, and you two are just going to kneel and thank her for it?” she screeched. “Show some spine!”
“Oh dear, looks like those farts of mine must have fried your common sense,” Savanah chuckled. “Katie, good job, you’re only going to have to sniff my thanksgiving dump. Ashley, you tried, so you’re going to be right in the toilet while I do it. As for Rachel…well, lets just say you’re going to be tasting this turkey. At least, what’s left of it.”
Savanah had bought and installed a new toilet downstairs the previous day in preparation for this very event. Snatching up the three shrunken girls, the giantess marched
right over to the pristine, porcelain bowl and began to dress the tinies with their respective outfits.
Bound by some string, Katie was going to be hung just inside the toilet bowl, where she would be forced to breathe in the scent of whatever fell into the water beneath her. She’d also likely receive a lot of splatters from the sure to be wet farts. Ashely, meanwhile, was forced into a tiny lifejacket made for a small doll, where she was promptly placed into the water and forced to float there right along with whatever landed in there with her, whimpering to herself in terror as she looked up at the light from the bathroom above.
Rachel, by far, ended up in the worst predicament again. The confused tiny gagged as Savanah carefully placed a small, crudely-molded dental spreader into her mouth, forcing it to remain open. Binding her arms to her side as she did with Katie, the giantess then turned around and using one hand to spread her cheeks open to again present the tiny with her gargantuan, unwashed asscrack and slimy booty hole.
“Oh God no, please, anywhere but there again!” Rachel squealed, fighting as if her very life depended on it.
“You, dear Rachel, get to be up in my butt as I’m taking my thanksgiving poop,” Savanah cackled, lustfully biting her lip as she saw the shrunken girl’s face go white with terror. “That’s right, you’re going to be stuck in there as my shit flows over and through you. I’ve kept your mouth open so that you can enjoy a taste of it too haha ohhh this is going to be so nasty, you might actually frigging die!”
Rachel cried out one more before she was silenced and roughly forced into the unsightly butthole before her, her face being scraped raw as it was pushed past the crusted-over shit and brought deep into the dark, slimy, and extremely smelly interior of the cruel giantess’ behind. A single sniff of the fetid, dank rectum that she found herself in caused Rachel to vomit her empty stomach out right there and then, the intense stench setting her damaged mind alight as the
putrid farts did days ago. Above her, a loud, deep rumbling sounded, and the rectal walls that contained her began to jiggle and shake as the tiny’s heart beat faster and faster. Something big- no, huge, was coming.
“Crap, well without further ado, let’s get this show on the road!” Savanah exclaimed as she clutched her stomach, her body ready to expel days’ worth of food all at once.
Plopping her weighty rear onto the untouched toilet, her huge, jello-like cheeks spilling over the edge and easily dwarfing the little white seat, Savanah didn’t have to push much to get things started. A massive wet fart was the pistol that started the marathon, echoing loudly into the bowl as the poor girl treading water below was hit by a cannon of reeking, causing her to gag as the open space filled with the fart that was in turn sealed in by the bbw’s colossal cheeks up above. Katie just hung there, swaying gently at the searing blast.
Rachel wheezed from the impact following that first loud fart, but the sensation of something approaching her from above stole her attention as it bore down on her with intense weight.
“Oh god, oh god, please no!!” Rachel gasped in pure terror before her head was submerged into the first in a series of gigantic, long, and insanely stinky logs of shit. With those
rectal walls moving the flow of excrement along, the tiny lodged in its path was but a stick trying to block a raging river as the brown tsunami advanced unaffected by the Human in its way. Her entire body swallowed by the hot, steamy, putrid feces, Rachel was sent into a spiraling panic as she was completely smothered and suffocated in the unimaginably foul substance, her nose and open mouth clogged to the brim with the thick, fuming, sense-killing shit. Despite the slight impediment, the logs continued to flow over the shrunken girl, each one bringing its own unique stink and taste as they burned Rachel’s skin, hair, eyes, and face with their foulness.
Already floating in darkness, an even bigger shadow was cast over the treading Ashely as she hyperventilated in fear at what was coming. The first turd broke free of Savanah’s butthole and fell towards her like a great fallen tree. Splashing nearby, a wave sent the tiny crashing against the porcelain bowl, causing her to cry out in pain before the rip current pulled her back and slingshot her into the claylike surface of the log of shit. Mewing with revulsion, Ashley struggled to swim away from the steaming mound, only to be forced underwater by the weight of the second turd as it came crashing down right on top of her. Dizzy from the impact, she quickly swam to the surface, coughing and choking on both the water and the nostril stinging odor that had overtaken the bowl. Katie continued to watch on, thankful that all she had to worry about was the nauseating smell.
Rachel, however, was in a whole other hell. Since Savanah’s monumental dump had begun, the tiny had been submerged in feces nonstop. The heavy shit smothered her and continued to fill every nook and cranny in her body. Breathing was out of the question as the miniscule bits of rotten air that Rachel was able to inhale had to be sucked in hard through an
impenetrable filter of the putrid sludge. The momentum of the flowing muck ended up being so forceful and powerful, that the shrunken soon realized that her forced-open mouth was having some of the tongue-burning, mind-flaying substance involuntary moved down her throat. Choking became a real danger, and to avoid her lungs filling with poop, Rachel’s body forced her to swallow it to survive.
“Please! Savanah! I can’t- oh god, not another one!” Ashely whined from below as the bus-sized shit logs continued to fall, now filling the bowl and causing the tiny to continuously bump into the reeking excrement as she bounced around them like a Ping-Pong ball.
“Take it, take it all, my slaves! Sniff my shit- uugghh!- drown in it!” Savanah grunted in an unladylike fashion as she continued her bombing. Farts and blasts of liquid crap now accompanied the unloading, creating an unholy crescendo of echoing blasts and splashes as the elephantine dump continued to grow. A green/brown haze filled the bathroom as the giantess little sister, completely devoid of mercy, dumped everything nonstop onto her slaves in some of the most inhuman, brutal, and disgusting torture ever dealt.
Panting and wheezing, body riddled with sweat, Savanah finally ceased her gargantuan bowel movement around an hour later. Feeling the warm sludge against her own butthole, the giantess knew that she’d filled the toilet completely, and that some major plumbing would be required to free it. Standing up slowly, she braced herself at what she might find down there. Indeed, the bowl was completely filled with the clay-like sludge, and Savanah actually found herself a bit worried that she’d ended up killing every single one of her slaves. Not because she
actually cared about her wellbeing, but because they were some great sex toys and irreplaceable sources of entertainment.
Some movement on the surface of the crap mound caused the giantess’ heart to flutter. Caked head to toe in the eye-watering, through-up inducing shit was Katie, still tied up.
“Big sis! I knew you’d live through this, you’ve survived too much to be taken out by a mere 50-pound dump,” Savanah sang triumphantly. Katie responded by trying to wrap the rope that still tied her to the top of the seat around her neck, threatening to strangle herself.
“Silly goose, I thought I told you to stop those suicide attempts!” the giantess scoffed at her sibling, plucking the filthy girl and shaking some of the poop off of her, before setting her aside in the sink. Peering closer to her colossal dump whilst holding her nose, Savanah watched for more signs of life.
Moments later, a wiggling blob emerged from the top of the mound, the sounds of retching and coughing echoing through the filled toilet.
“Ah, ASShley made it too, eh? I guess I buried you a little haha” the bbw chortled, pulling her out the rest of the way and dumping her in the sink as well. All that was left was the question of Rachel’s whereabouts.
“Oh, maybe she’s in my butt still!” Savanah said aloud, and squatting back over the toilet somewhat, the giantess sprayed the tainted seat with a messy fart before squeezing out what felt like the tiniest bit of excrement from her rectum. At first believing it to just be a
remaining nugget, Savanah inspected the object that had just landed on top of the reeking manure and realized that it was her missing slave.
Rachel was in horrible shape. Entire body swollen with compacted, fermenting shit oozing out of her nose and mouth, the shrunken woman was more feces than Human at this point. Every nook and cranny had been filled to the brim with the rotten substance, and the weight of the long, brutal dump had packed it down hard. Savanah even noticed that the girl’s belly looked rather bulged and swollen, where she wondered if it had been filled right up to the top with her shit.
“Damn, Rach look at you, you’re…oh, you’re dead,” Savanah said flatly. Unresponsive and devoid of breathing, the giantess’ thanksgiving special had proved far too much for the tiny to handle, and she’d ended up perishing (though being buried alive by a giant bowel movement wasn’t something that many could survive anyway).
“Bad news, Ash, your sis totally croaked up my butt,” Savanah exclaimed unsympathetically to the two filthy girls who were wiggling about in the sink.
“Rach…mmppfh?” Ashely attempted to speak through the caked-on muck on her face. “mmfg sister?”
Katie felt a pang of sympathy as she watched the wretched, broken down girl begin to cry before her. It reminded the veteran tiny of the time that her mom had met her end beneath Savanah’s unmitigated cruelty. In a rare act of sympathy, Katie wrapped an arm around her fellow shit-slicked girl and gave her a hug. Ashley just began to sob in her arms.
“Well, she died exactly how she lived,” Savanah said as a smirk began to light up her face. “As a huge piece of shit.”
Using some balled up toilet paper, the giantess unceremoniously poked Rachel’s corpse into the steaming mound of feces until it was buried from view. Commenting that she’d feel bad for the poor sap that she’d eventually hire to clear the toilet, Savanah skipped off to enjoy some more treats and refill her very empty bowels, leaving her two remaining slaves to “clean” themselves in the sink. Far too steep to climb up, the browned, once-beautiful girls sat under the dripping tap in a futile attempt to rid themselves of the filth, all while Ashley sobbed miserably for the death of her older sister. Katie’s heart was racing at the terrible thoughts that had begun to flood her mind, however.
Savanah had reduced their age by about twenty years, but did that also mean they’d essentially had another twenty years added to their lifespan? It’d make sense, both girls had their bodies and appearances that they had in their early twenties. If that was the case, then theoretically, Savanah could just keep torturing them indefinitely. Collapsing onto her hands and knees in utter defeat, Katie’s shattered-mind looked to the heavens for any merciful God to
end her suffering. As Rachel’s death showed, she could be killed any day now, but would she ever obtain her much awaited escape from her terrible hellish life?
A loud, thundering belch from upstairs snapped her back to reality. This was it, her reality, and there would never be any escape from it. Fading off to sleep, Katie listened to the cries of the girl next to her as their tormentor upstairs continued living her best life.