By: Europaguy
Looking at the bold, spray-painted letters reading “KEEP OUT” encircled by the biohazard symbol, Debra Jones hesitantly stood in front of the door leading to the basement of the family home. Residing in its depths was Deb’s 18-year old sister, Jane, who similarly to their mother, was a terrifyingly gargantuan woman. Unlike mother June, however, Jane was a pure sadist who wore an all-black goth aesthetic and enjoyed torturing people who were unfortunate enough to cross her with her huge body and potent gas. Closing the door behind her, Deb cautiously descended the creaky, wooden stairs into the dimly lit, cold atrium of the basement and made her way towards where Jane’s humongous sleeping quarters were. As she made her way across, a foul smell that heavily reminded her of manure caused Deb’s nose to crinkle up, summoning a small, involuntary gag. “Uhh…Jane? You around?” Deb asked nervously, her quivering voice echoing in the seemingly empty room. A previously-motionless dark shadow suddenly began to move towards her, almost giving the anxious girl a heart attack as the massive human being that was her older sister stepped into view. Towering over a vast majority of people at 8’11 and weighing at close to 850 pounds, the whole room seemed to shake as Jane strode over, her black shawl doing little to cover the many kilos of jiggling cellulite beneath it.
Looking down at her little sister from atop her beachball-sized boobs, the SSBBW smirked with her black-lipstick glossed mouth. “Hey little sis, what brings you to my little torture chamber?” Jane asked. “Well…I’ve been hearing things through the air vents…screams” Deb explained while looking up at her sister’s dimly lit form, disturbed by how her own height only brought her to eye level with Jane’s gargantuan, pale belly. “Ah fair enough, sorry to bother you. You won’t be hearing much of anyone anymore” Jane replied with a somewhat mischievous snicker. “Oh, well thanks” Deb smiled nervously as she began to slowly back up towards the stairs. “Hold on, aren’t you curious as to where those screams were coming from?” the humongous woman asked sarcastically. “Well, I..” Before Deb could protest, Jane had slapped a heavy hand on her back and began to lead her deeper into the basement. “Nonsense, sisters should be invested in each others hobbies” Jane cackled to her visibly nervous little sister. Approaching a door that lead to what used to be a store room, Deb found the foul smell from earlier increase drastically. “Ugh, what is THAT?” she asked, being met with nothing but a devilish smirk from Jane as she flung the door open.
The stench increased 100-fold as a wave of hot, fuming air hit the unprepared Deb like a ton of bricks, almost knocking her off her feet. It smelled like a fresh, hot cow pie was directly in her face, the intense stench of faeces making Deb’s knees week and her stomach churn as she struggled just to breath. “Good lord, what the fuck?!” she spat as she once again felt the firm push of Jane leading her into the room. Once inside, it took her a little time to realize what she was staring at, but Deb’s eyes soon widened in horror at the spectacle that sat waiting for her under a single, flickering light bulb. At the center of the room was unmistakable a humongous pile of shit. A myriad of greens and browns, it was the size of a king size mattress and 5-feet in height, the seemed to almost radiate heat. But what struck Deb the most was a single, pale, filthy arm that limply stuck out about halfway up the steaming mass. Seeing her speechless sister’s reaction, Jane walked over to the pile of filth “This, my dear Debra, is about a year and a half’s worth of my shit. As you know, I love torturing people, I get off to screams.” She explained. “At first I only used my weight, but then I found out that I could use my body in more sinister ways”. Rounding the perimeter of her crap pile, Jane affectionately prodded the squishy surface with a nearby shovel. “So now, I use this masterpiece that I made to consume my toys, I love to bury them in it and watch as they suffer in my filth”.
Deb just stood there, horrified at the spectacle with her hand clasped over her mouth to avoid breathing the inhuman stench. Noticing her sister staring at the limp armed within the pile, Jane snickered as she continued explaining. “I’m sure you’re wondering who that is. Remember my Grade 12 English teacher, Mrs Jacobs?” Deb nodded, remembering a pretty, fresh out of college teacher who seemed to have personal vendetta against her sister. “She’d been reported missing for over two weeks now” Deb stammered, remembering how they had an announcement for it at school and everything. Jane Snickered. “Heh that’s right, I ambushed her when she was going to her car after school one day, knocked her out by smothering her in my tits, and then brought her straight here, dug a hole a few feet down in this beautiful pile, and then began to bury her alive just as she regained consciousness.” Deb just stood there bewildered by the pure sadism that he sister was explaining to her. “Her screams as she realized that she was being buried in shit were orgasmic” Jane reminisced. “She fought long and hard, but there’s no escape, this thing weighs at least a ton”. Deb meanwhile was horrified to see the limp arm suddenly shiver and weakly claw at the doughy surface, followed by a series of deeply muffled screams. “Yep, she’s been in there a whole two weeks now, I doubt she’s gotten used to the taste or stench” Jane laughed heartedly, making her way to the front slope of the pile. “It’s a miracle that she can even breath, must take a lot of effort to suck in air through all that shit”.
Surprising the spectating Deb with her sudden agility, Jane hopped into the air with her gargantuan legs and landed ass-first on top of the mass of filth with an audible squelch, her huge weight causing it to squish and compress underneath her. “I do this every now an again for fun, look at her go” Jane laughed as the exposed arm of Mrs. Jacobs began to frantically squirm and dig at the shit pile now, followed by frantic screaming and moaning. “My weight, plus a few hundred pounds of shit all squashing down on top of her must be unbearable, plus it compresses the bottom of the pile so much that shes pretty much sealed inside solid shit” Jane continued to mercilessly chuckle as she sat atop her throne of filth. Though Deb was well used to the torment that their mother June put her captives through, what Jane was doing to hers was much more terrifying, probably because the former was still relatively gentle with her “lovers”. Burying someone alive in pure shit for weeks on end was just straight up sadistic by comparison. “You want to help her get out? Go ahead, I don’t care” Jane nodded at Deb, noticing her sister’s concerned expression. Though she had virtually no sympathy for June’s slaves, Deb found herself actually caring about this poor case here. Cautiously approaching the smoldering mound of shit that her sister sat atop, Deb reached out at the buried girl’s still writhing arm and grabbed her hand.
The hand surprised Deb with an intense grip, grabbing it as if its owner’s very life depended on it, which In this case, it likely did. Using all her strength, the chunky high schooler pulled on the filthy arm in an attempt to free the poor, trapped girl form her torment. Debs heart sank, however, as even with her full strength, the arm or its owner would not budge, it was as if she had become fused with the shit pile completely. “She’s stuck in there real good, eh?” Jane laughed sadistically at her little sister’s efforts, though she raised an eyebrow as Deb went for the shovel. Hopping off her cushion of filth, her shit-caked buttcheeks jiggling wildly, the cruel SSBBW watched with amusement as her little sister began to slowly dig. “Damn sis, you must really feel bad for her”. Choking back vomit from the nauseating smell, Deb was making headway as she was able to see more and more of Mrs. Jacob’s arm, and then her torso, and finally, enough of her body to pull out. With one final heave, Deb finally freed the trapped girl. It was a nightmarish sight; the heavily emasculated woman was covered head to toe in heavily-caked faeces, appearing as more of a mud monster than human. She fell to the floor on her hands and knees, gasping deep breaths of the first clean air she had experienced in weeks. Deb wiped her brow of sweat as she observed the gruesome spectacle, wondering if her sadistic sister would let her go. “Well, congrats Deb, I’m sure Mrs. Jacobs here is thankful” Jane chuckled.
Wheezing and choking, the shit-caked woman slowly blinked with eyes that hadn’t seen the sun in many days. “um, sorry Jane, I hope I didn’t ruin anything” Deb said, concerned that Jane might actually punish her for freeing the captive. “Relax, shorty, I was going to dig her out in another week or two anyway” the ssbbw replied, striding over to the soiled woman and picking her up with one hand. Mrs. Jacobs let out a weak scream as her heavily-degraded body attempted to fight off her massive tormentor as she was hoisted to her chubby face. “Now, I’m going to clean you off real good, and then you’re washing my whole week’s worth of dirty underwear” Jane explained to her trembling victim. “and if you don’t do a good job, I’ll just bury you back in the pile for the rest of your life” Deb watched as her huge sister stomped out of the room with Mrs. Jacobs in tow, leaving her alone with the smoldering shit. Indeed, this was a family beyond normal. “Nope. Never coming down here. Ever” Deb said to herself, shaking her head as she climbed the stairs out of the basement, hearing the distant, muffled screams of the poor girl who would soon be forced to suck the shit/piss stains from who knows how many pairs of Jane’s underwear.