Lucina The Executioner
by Theotherred

WARNING!
THIS STORY CONTAINS BURPING, URINATION, STINK, FARTING, OTHER GUBBINS "NOT" INVOLVING A TOILET AND IMPLIED SNUFF!

NO REALLY, THIS IS FUCKING GROSS!

FLEE WHILE YOU STILL CAN!

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It was a mild summer morning. The streets were quiet and the early birds were chirping happily. Interrupting the otherwise silent streets, was the hum of a light green truck that drove through the valleys of the suburbs. The truck had the words 'Rhonda's Engie-Clean Services' printed on the sides in large letters. Underneath the text, was a picture of a woman pushing what looked like the mutant offspring between a vacuum cleaner and a washing machine.

Rhonda, the owner of the truck, as well as the sole proprietor of the company, yawned, as she leaned forward in the spacious cabin. Normally Rhonda's clients were large businesses or the odd tech-lab or two, so she could have afforded to arrive at a later hour. However, this was one of the rare residential calls she took and she still wasn't used to waking up at the crack of dawn.

As a single person business, the majority of Engie-Clean's clients used a phone app that a friend of hers had developed to keep track of who her customers were, and what they required. Generally it was the same deal, specialised cleaning services: the kind of work that needed to be be done quickly, efficiently, and without breaking the bank. The perfect package.

With her smartphone conveniently placed on the dashboard, Rhonda glanced down to confirm her location via her GPS. Rising over a hill, the glare of the sun blinded her briefly before she pulled down the overhead screen to protect her brown eyes.

Rhonda yawned again, scratching the back of her head as the rising sun revealed her features. She was a short woman, with tan skin, of the texture that had been in the sun, the freezer and a few chemistry labs of ill reputation. She was broad and muscular, but still kept her feminine proportions that filled her green dungarees pleasantly. She wore an undersized cap over the back of her head also with her company logo on it, that balanced precariously on top of a mane of brown hair that was tied together to keep it out of trouble.

Rhonda hiccuped as she felt the aftermath of an early breakfast of fried eggs, beans and coffee complete their digestion.

Dffffft! Prrttttttt!
Rhonda chuckled as her pert rear released two bubbles of gas. In her opinion it was better out than in, but sometimes, she regretted that outlook, especially this time. She rolled down her truck window to remove the eggy smell.

She pulled over in front of a single story house. With wooden walls and average windows it was not too shabby, if generic for this part of the neighbourhood. Rhonda could see there was no room for a garden, so the house wasn't 'that' upscale. But at least she wouldn't need to do any gardening.

She finished parking and exited her truck. Slamming the door closed with routine confidence, Rhonda walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell.

Nothing happened, and no one seemed to be at home.

Rhonda could hear the jingle of the bell on the other side of the door, so she was certain that her client would have heard it. She sighed inwardly. She absolutely hated it when the client didn't come to the door at the agreed time, as early as it was. Was she even home? Rhonda didn't relish the idea of an entire day wasted with no pay.

“Just a minute!” a wobbly female voice could be heard from the other side of the door, gasping, as if she had just run a marathon.

Rhonda took a few careful steps backwards away from the door as another bubble passed through her lower guts.
Pffttttttttttttttttttt!
She squeezed the lengthy fart out with gusto before fanning the smell of eggs away with her strong palms. It wouldn't do to fart in front of the customer. Well apart from that one time...

Finally, the door slowly opened, and Rhonda's jaw dropped likewise as she saw her client.

“Morning! Are you the from Engie-Clean?” The woman that greeted Rhonda asked in a strange foreign accent. “I'm Lucina.”
Rhonda just gawked at her.

Lucina was huge! In every sense of the word. She stood taller than Rhonda easily, but still at least a head height over the average man. She was wrapped in a yellow towel, which did nothing to hide her enormous, layered gut, that not only dropped out the bottom of the makeshift shawl that Lucina had made, but bobbed in and out like a heaving mountain of fat.
Rhonda dared to look upwards, to the sight of two fried-egg-like bulges that passed for breasts, each one sagging pregnantly. Rhonda sniffed. The smell of sweat and flesh poured off this woman like rain. It was strange because Lucina's face wasn't particularly ugly. If she lost a hundred pounds or two, or four, she'd have been a looker. Either way, she was the most beastly, enormous woman, no, human that she'd ever seen!

Rhonda snapped out of her stupor by the overwhelming smell of heated flesh. She took just a second to pull out her small, black rubber facemask from her dungaree pocket before putting the large mask on, which smothered her lower face in black rubber. At the very least, she could breathe.

“Hey! Are you OK?” Lucina asked, her voice hinting that she didn't care too much about the response. Rhonda assumed Lucina thought putting the mask on was standard procedure, rather than a response to her stink. Regardless she offered a calloused hand to the giant.
“H-heya. Yes. I'm Rhonda, from Engie-clean. A pleasure to meet ya.” She said, only slightly muffled by her mask as her hand was grabbed by the sweaty, meaty paw of the other woman in a handshake. It was not the largest lie she'd ever made either. “So you want me to do the entire house?”
“Yes please,” Lucina said, rubbing her hands together in enthusiasm. “I have...people coming over this evening.”
“People? Or hippos?” Rhonda muttered under her breath as she went to the back of the truck, opened it up and pulled out a long black hose that resembled a vacuum cleaner cord. However, the head of this cleaner was incredibly high-tech, with multiple gadgets and tools carefully attached to it. The hose extended into the far rear of the truck, into a heavy machine with multiple filters, tanks and storage containers welded to it.
“What's that?” Lucina asked, as she waddled over to the truck, pointing at the machine with a sausage finger.
“Oh, that's my multi-patented, multi-talented, multi-vac-cleaner!” Rhonda said, the pride for her device coming through, despite circumstances.
“Oh, looks fascinating.” Lucina politely responded, as Rhonda flipped a switch on the machine, turning the whole device on with an electric hum.

Both women stood face to face for a brief moment.
“May I come in.” Rhonda said. Carrying the hose with both hands.
Lucina blushed, “Oh right, of course,” she said, turning around to walk into her home.
Rhonda sighed quietly to herself.
She allowed Lucina to lead her into her home, then realised to her own embarrassment that Lucina's towel hadn't a chance in hell of covering her gigantic rump. Lucina's two cellulite ridden, heaving mounds were caked in moisture and brown stains, while the sheer mass just defied human logic in Rhonda's opinion. They wobbled hypnotically, the fat oozing and rippling.

Rhonda groaned inwards. This was going to be a long day.

Entering the house, Rhonda grimaced again. Calling it a pig sty might have been an insult towards pigs, such was the state of the walls, floor and even the ceiling in some places. In retrospect, Rhonda thought wearing the mask was a good idea. or she would have succumbed to the smell of the muck that surely saturated the house.

At least the house was reasonably small by Rhonda's estimate, as she activated the mutli-vac-cleaner, which made a swirling, sucking noise. She waded through the mess of detritus, junk and dirt, passing the head of the cleaner over them, sucking them up, and leaving an almost unimaginably clean surface. She tried not to look at Lucinda's buttocks, which flopped like ripe cheeses.

Braaaaaaaaaaatttttpppp!
From her peripheral vision, she saw the two mounds wobble as a powerful fart broke through them. Rhonda turned her head away instinctively, despite the fact she fortunately couldn't smell a thing from the disgusting woman.

“How does that work?” Lucinda asked, turning around and watching Rhonda as she ran the cleaner over the walls and ceiling.
“Now you could say,” Rhonda started, trying to be as polite as she possibly could, “that's a cross between a high airflow vacuum cleaner, a solvent based carpet cleaner, and a suction pump that drains water.”

BuuuuuurrrppPP!!
“Yes, I'm sure that'd be very useful.” Lucina belched, as she pulled out a digital tablet from the space between her sagging breasts, ignoring both her gassy outflows.
Rhonda shuddered, and continued back to work.

The cleaner was incredibly efficient, vacuuming the solid particles, and deep cleaning the stains off surfaces. The warmth of the operation and the airflow even dried the carpet, walls and ceiling from any solvent stains that remained. Hand made by Rhonda herself, she had every right to be proud of both the multi-vac-cleaner and of her work. She squeezed past Lucina, perhaps too closely as the raw heat and sweat of her body greased her clothes as she entered the kitchen.

“When was the last time you took out the trash?!” Rhonda exclaimed, eyes boggling as she saw the state of the room. Plates were stacked in the sink so high that they literally wobbled in the breeze while bags of garbage, filled to bursting were strewn across the rear wall and piled until they nearly touched the ceiling. Insects had made their homes in the litter, and cockroaches, flies and their maggots crawled across the floor, eagerly searching for new homes to cocoon in.

BURRRRPPPPP!!
“Only a couple of weeks.” Lucina replied, rubbing her lumpy stomach with a slab-like hand as she continued to tap on her pad.
Rhonda pulled a pair of industrial grade hazmat gloves from her dungaree pocket and groaned again.

She was so glad that the house didn't have many rooms.

---

It was near midday before Rhonda finished her work in the kitchen. She had never tested the multi-vac on insects before, and it did the job admirably, to be sure.
“You have a job?” Rhonda asked, rubbing the sweat off her forehead before tossing the last bag of garbage into the large community wheelie bin that stood outside on the side wall of the house. She took care to pull her hat back onto her head properly.
“Yes, I work in information systems.” Lucina said, her accent still quite noticeable. The slob was still wearing her towel and seeming didn't care that her ass was still showing to the outside world, even if it rivalled the mass of Rhonda's entire body.

PPPPPPuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrtttttttttt!!
Her cheeks clapped as another dense fart passed through her.
“I actually manage my company's servers, databases, a few systems from time to time.”
“All from that tablet?”
Puuuurrrppp! Parrrrrpppp!
“Of course.”

Rhonda felt a shiver of concern, Those last farts sounded rank.
“Are you sure that you don't need to, y'know, go?” She asked, trying not to imagine what an elephant like Lucina would describe as 'going'.
Puuuarprpppppppssss!!
“I'm all right.”
“And saying 'pardon' wouldn't kill you either,” Rhonda said to herself.

---

The next stop was the living room. Accompanied by Lucina, who seemed to take an interest in what she did, even if the feeling wasn't mutual, Rhonda was at least comforted by the relative cleanliness compared to the kitchen. More specifically, the garbage didn't pile so high up, so that was an improvement. Some movement caught her eye and she saw that in front of the soggy, stained sofa was an expensive computer table as well as a suitably expensive computer set up with multi monitors splayed out like the multiple lenses of an insect. She stared at the screens for a second, realising what the strange screensaver she was looking at actually was, and blushed.
“Hey, your screensaver is two guys playing 'Hide the sausage?' She asked.
“Well...” Lucina blushed.
“So she can be embarrassed about something,” Rhonda thought to herself.
Buurrrppp!
Except her terrible hygiene.
Rhonda stared at the screen for a few more seconds.

At least she had good taste.

The mutli-vac made short work of the garbage, and the resultant stains on the walls and floors as before. The technology, designed by Rhonda's genius could have handled anything from caustic soda stains, to hydrochloric acid, and drain swimming pools as well as suck up insects it seemed.
“You're not from around here, are you?” Rhonda asked, satisfying her own curiosity, rather than genuine interest in the slug-like woman.
“No, I've lived here for about three years now?...I'm originally from Sweden.” Lucina replied, distracted by the tablet.
“Oh.” Rhonda said, not really sure where exactly Sweden was.

Rhonda turned around to clean the expensive sofa, bumping into Lucina's jiggling flab, knocking the Swede off balance and forcing her to lose her towel.
“Whoops!” The lardball said, as she struggled to bend over to retrieve it.
Rhonda was rewarded with the sight of the two sweaty globes rounding into two corpulent masses that heaved as she bent over, revealing her damp sweaty groin, devoid of public hair and the heaving jelly like stomach. Rhonda tried not to stare at her blood red, beefy vagina and failed. Miserably.
She gagged a few times in her mask.

Pffftssshhhharrrrpppp!
Another fart at close range, no, a dreadful shart splattered the cleaner with soft particles of wet shit.
Rhonda almost threw up.

---

The single bedroom had a massive cavernous bed that could have easily rested four people.
“I didn't know they made beds this size!” Rhonda said, marvelling at the sheer dimensions of it.
“Yes, it's a little small, isn't it?”
Well it would have been small for someone with the gross bulk of Lucina. As well as more heaps of trash, muck and filth, the blankets were absolutely caked in the brown aftermath of a failed run to the toilet. Rhonda could even feel the overpowering sickly heat from the bed, as if it was a live animal.

Rhonda began to seriously consider just retreating and calling it a sick day.

She could hear a loud grumble near her as she vacuumed up more rubbish or cleaned down the stinking surfaces. She tapped her cleaner in concern, could it have jammed?

Lucina groaned, the sound came from her.
Buuuuuurppppppppppp!!
Braapppppppppppppppppppp!!
The double fart and burp combo shook the room with a resonant roar that blew her towel off and onto Rhonda who yelped as if a wild creature had leapt onto her. The hot and sticky material clung to her like a soggy cape and she mistakenly turned to face Lucina.

Rhonda dropped the vacuum in pure horror. The towel had done a miracle in hiding the true monstrosity of Lucina's bulk, which almost seemed to double in size without it. Her layers of fat had layers of their own! Lucina's crevices and rolls visibly released waves of stink from hidden pockets that must have never, ever seen water, while each enormous heaped pile of blubber wobbled of its own accord in an undulating motion as she moved towards the smaller woman.
“Can I have my towel back?” Lucina asked.
“H-here ya go,” Rhonda replied, offering the damp object to her with trembling fingers. The short cleaner managed to find the strength to pull up the mutli-vac and get back to work, the trauma burned into her eyes.

“You just need to finish the bathroom,” Lucina said, wrapping the towel back around her like a makeshift sarong, “Just be quick.”

Bbbbrrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmppptttttt!!!
Her gelatinous ass explained the reason why.

Rhonda groaned.

---

She regretted coming to this place. She regretted cleaning up this pig of a woman's house, and if there was one thing she regretted most was looking at the state of the bathroom. It smelled so strongly that even the filters in Rhonda's mask were having trouble processing the toxic miasma that clung to it. For the most part, the room was clean, to Rhonda's surprise, with dust coating the unused bath. But the toilet and floor around it was the stuff of nightmares.

Despite being a reinforced seat with customised fixtures to support even Lucina's weight and girth, the seat was caked in dried, years old flakes of shit which had trapped flies in it over the many months of use. The back of the seat and rear wall appeared to have suffered the aftermath of massive, explosive diarrhoea attacks which painted the surfaces with a still wet sludge of oily filth. The floor around the toilet was stained dark orange from urine splashes.

Rhonda almost threw up there and then and tears welled in her eyes when she looked inside the bowl. A mountain of brown sludge stared back at her, obviously from many, many bowel movements that clogged the toilet.

Brrrraappt! Burrrtttt!
The culprit's ass coughed.
“I sure as hell wont get paid enough for this!” Rhonda complained quietly to herself as she forced herself to begin swabbing the floor.

“Can you go quicker? Buuurrrppp!” Lucina complained, a loud, wet, churning noise emanating from her belly.
“Going as fast as I can.” Rhonda almost yelled back, while she worked on the stained wall. Her task completed, she sighed mournfully, and stuck the nozzle of the cleaner into the toilet. There was a choking gurgle, but her machine was superior. It would hold.
“I really need to go!” Lucina squealed.
Rhonda had enough. She turned towards the fat oaf, about to say something rude when she realised that Lucina had discarded the towel and that her stomach was slowly growing outwards.

BUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRPPPPPPPP!!!
BRRRRSPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!
The fart and burp combination wrecked Rhonda's ears, such was the ferocity, and the sheer length of her outburst echoed in he head. Rhonda realised with a growing sense of dread that this hippo of a woman really, really needed to shit, but the toilet was only half clear. The churning noise only grew louder.

“It's coming!” Lucina shouted, grabbing her rear hams, with both hands as the slithering noise of a huge turd assaulted Rhonda's ears.
“Use the bath, you disgusting pig!” She screamed, all pretence at politeness gone, as the churning noise grew louder than the sound of her cleaner.
The giant spared no time moving, waddling over to the bath like a two legged whale, and from the internal, guttural sounds she was making, the bath was going to be destroyed. Unfortunately, in her haste, she tried to squeeze past Rhonda, and her chunky leg tripped over the cable of the machine and Rhonda's leg, dragging both women over.
The multi-vac dislodged itself from the toilet with an electric wail as Rhonda fell forwards, banging her chin on the toilet seat, biting her tongue, before her head bounced to join the rest of her on the floor tiles. Lucina fell right on top of the poor girl's back in a seated position with her back facing Rhonda's head..

“Ahhhhhh!!!” Rhonda screamed in pain as she felt three of her ribs snap with audible crunches. “Get off me, you fucking cow!” she shrieked, struggling under the mass that sat on her back. Ignoring her plight, the beastly woman, who had a foot long cable of shit, dangling obscenely from between her monstrous buttocks, finished what she started.

BBBBBSSSSSSSSSPPPPPP!!!-CRACKLLEEEE!!!-SPLOOORRTTT!!!
Rhonda tried to scream again, but the pain in her chest rose to a fever as she felt heavy and wet blobs of shit clump onto her back and roll down her neck. She could feel a warm river of Lucina's urine, burning down her lower back dripping down the sides of her legs.

“Sorry!” Lucia said, the first apology all day, as she wobbled, trying to stand up. She straddled over Rhonda, using the bath as a fulcrum, as she tried to lean her mountainous ass over towards the toilet. Unfortunately, her fingers slipped and she fell onto Rhonda's sprawling body, crushing her shoulders and pinning her head down between her mammoth buttocks.
“Yaaaaaa-ckkkkk!” Rhonda gurgled, as she felt more ribs break and a warm red felling inside her that could only have been the result of internal bleeding. She felt the horrible feeling of heat on her neck, as more shit pressed against the back of her neck.

PBSSSSSSSPPPPP!!!-CRACKLE!!!...
Lucia's farts rippled Rhonda's hair like a gale, dislodging her hat, which fluttered right into the toilet as Lucina fully committed to her dump. The huge logs, the size of bottles, bubbled out of her and enveloped Rhonda's hair, body and face.

Rhonda struggled frantically, thrashing under the half ton ass of Lucina who callously grunted while squeezing even more waste onto her. The toxic anal product was too much for Rhonda's face mask, which dissolved due to the unrelenting acid shit that coated it, as another pile of logs buried her face in shit.

...BAAAAPPPPPPTT!!!....CRACKLE!!!..BSSPPPPPTTTT!!!...
Rhonda felt the air drain out of her lungs as she slowly started downing in waste. The stench suffocated her and Rhonda vainly tried to prevent ingesting Lucina's foul waste, to no avail. Her body was too broken to wretch. Already her head was submerged completely.

“What a way to go,”a small voice in Rhonda's head cried as her movements grew weaker and her mortality dawned on her. “I don't want to-”

BRRRRRRRRRR!!!-CRACKLE!!!-BRRRTTTTTTTT!!!!...
Rhonda's crevices were filled with shit, but she could somehow see a bright white light from beyond her normal vision. It seemed to get closer. Closer.

...BRRAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!
The light swallowed Rhonda whole and she ceased moving.

----

“Haaaaaa!” Lucina gasped with relief at the ever so satisfying dump she had just taken. She would need to take a few more throughout the day, but she hopefully could hold it in when her business colleagues arrived. She yawned and stretched, as the rank smell of acid invaded her nostrils and she sneezed vulgarly, depositing snot over her fingers. Wiping the residue on her leg, she shakily and steadily stood up, her ass caked in crap as she waddled slowly upright.

She looked down at the crumpled form of Rhonda, almost completely hidden in the mess she had made, looking more like a crushed insect than a former human being.

“I better call an ambulance.” She thought to herself.