You decide since you have some time you'll go wash yourself up in the bathroom. You still feel filthy after sitting on your sweaty, greasy, slobbering brother's lap for over half an hour, and something is still stuck to the back of your neck giving you an uncomfortable feeling. You don't think you could've sat through a movie like this.
The rest of your family waddles into the theater while you hunt down the nearest bathroom. Once you find it, though, you realize it's completely full, with long lines to the mens' and women's room. Another theater must've just let out. Unwilling to wait or be seen, or smelled, by other people in your condition, you look for an alternative. It quickly presents itself in the form of a small family restroom a little further down the hall. You hurry in and shut the door, but you realize that the lock on the door doesn't work; probably why other people weren't using it. It's not much of a problem for you, though; you're just here to wash up quickly.
You turn on the sink and start rubbing hand soap on your face and neck. You look at yourself in the mirror and try to think over how the day has been going. You've been sat on, sweated and... precumed on? You've just generally been having the worst day of your life, possibly of anyone's life. This can't be real, can it? This must all be a bad dream. That old lady just got into your head, that's all. Your family members don't really weigh hundreds of pounds each, and Jake isn't really packing a 14" python. It's all a dream, and it'll all be over soon. Right?
You rinse your face and are about to grab some paper towels when you hear something worrying. A deep rumbling, steadily growing louder, that seems to be approaching you! The ground is shaking and you grab onto the sink out of instinct, and suddenly the bathroom door bursts open, and a wall of flab squeezes in.
"...have time for lines!" you hear the voice of your mom grumbling as she barges into the far too small room. "This is the one, I can feel it." In an attempt to not be crushed against the sink, you back up against the wall with the toilet. Very, very poor decision. Just as she did this morning, Gwen drops her pants and bends right over in front of you, revealing her enormous pale ass, dotted with freckles and sporting a jungle in the crack that doesn't look like it's been trimmed once in her life. You then realize that there's going to be no room for you back here when she sits down; she's going to sit on you!
"Mom! MOM!" you yell, hoping your voice gets over her mountainous behind. Suddenly, the defending orbs of flesh stop.
"Huh?" Gwen stops and looks around, but she can't see you with her gigantic ass in the way. Passing it off as some loud kid in the hall, she resumes her descent.
"Noooo!" you cry as her huge blubbery butt presses down on you, pinning you down on your ass against the wall. Luckily it's squishy, so you aren't crushed, but you're not very comfortable either. The poor normal sized toilet, however, is completely devoured by her cheeks. Her ass is slick with sweat, and smells like it's been washed about as often as it's been shaved. You don't think a public restroom sink will be able to wash you up after this.
"Hnngg, come on..." Gwen groans, trying once again to force the month's supply of shit out of her ass. You doubt the tiny toilet she's sitting on would be able to handle even half of one of her turds. Your mom continues groaning and grunting, making you quite uncomfortable, until something eventually comes out... but it's not shit.
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"Ahhhh..." Gwen moans as a huge cloud of gas erupts from her rear exit. She seems completely unfazed by it, but you feel like you're on the verge of passing out. The stench smells like shit mixed rotten eggs amplified one hundred times. You also hear liquid splashing, and soon feel something warm and wet soaking into your pants. Since the toilet isn't built for someone her size, her piss is flowing freely onto the floor.
"Gah... Come on..." she groans, returning to her straining. She wriggles her ass around, sliding you toward the hairy valley between her two huge cheeks. You soon run into the toilet, joining it under the most disgusting part of your disgusting mother. More terrible farts pollute the air, threatening to make you sick. Able to move where you are, you struggle against her blubbery behind, again yelling for her.
"Mooooom!" you yell, beating on her hairy, shit stained crack. She notices you again, this time deciding to turn around.
"What is...? Oh, Steven! We need to stop running into each other in the bathroom," Gwen giggles as she turns around to look at you, replacing her enormous ass in your face with her huge, hanging gut. "How long have you been under there?"
"Too long..." you say, realizing you'll never remove this memory from your mind. "Can I uhm... Can I get out of here so you can...?"
"Honey, I think you and I both know you're not going to fit past me in here." She motions to the fact that her fat reaches nearly every wall at once. "And I can't leave now, not when I'm so close. You can stay here until I'm done my business, it doesn't bother me at all." It does bother you, though. "In fact, maybe you can help us both get out of here faster."
"Uhhh, what do you mean by that?" That idea concerns you greatly.
"Well, you're small enough to be able to reach in there. Maybe you could reach in there and loosen things up for me?"
"Uhhhmmm..." You're speechless. Your own mom literally just asked you to reach up her ass and mess with her shit. How can you answer this?
"Please, sweetheart? Help your dear old mom out. It would mean so much to me, and it'll get us both out of here." She's right about that last thing. If you don't help her out, you'll be stuck here waiting for her to finish her business.
"I... guess I could... help..." you say uncertainly.
"Oh, thank you, Steven! It's going to feel so good to finally get all of this out. Here, just, uhm..." She repositions her ass, bending over and spreading it wide before you, presenting you with a forest of tangled orange hair matted with clumps of shit, as well as unidentifiable food she stuffed down there to sneak into the theater. She hasn't shit in over a month, and yet there's still shit in her asscrack. At the bottom of this filthy forest is Gwen's pulsating shit chute, yawning widely at you. "I'm not sure how far in it is, so you might have to reach around a bit. Just try pulling it out or squishing it apart or something."
You simply stare at her titanic rear. The smell is horrific, and she's not even farting. You reach toward her wrinkled hole and find you can easily put your entire arm in, all the way up to your shoulder. You don't feel anything, though, except the hot, moist walls of her rectum.
"I think you're close. Just reach in a bit more, I think," Gwen says, spreading her ass wider. You decide there's really no turning back at this point. You stick your other seem in as well, but still feel nothing. All that happens is the sound of a stifled moan of pleasure from Gwen as you penetrate her ass.
"Mmm..." she moans, pushing her ass against you instinctively, enjoying the presence of such a large object in her ass. You find yourself being pushed into the orange and brown forest, your head slowly being engulfed by her wide open anus, like a hungry maw devouring you. The smell inside of her is infinitely worse than outside, and covers you in disgusting slime from her anal walls.
You begin to worry your mom has forgotten her original mission, and has instead begun using you as an ass toy. Her massive ass slaps against the walls of the bathroom as she thrusts against you again and again, no longer trying to help you in deeper, but to please herself. She moans loudly, drowning out your cries for her to stop. She eventually works you in up to your waist, her sphincter closing tightly around it, before coming to her senses again.
"Ahh, sorry honey," Gwen's voice reverberates inside her body. "It's just... it's not often I have my son up my butt. You feel really... good in there. Sorry, I'll behave now. Can you feel anything in there?"
In fact you can. A nearly solid wall of shit is within your reach just in front of you. You try your best to reach around it, trying to pull it loose of squish it apart, but it's extremely difficult to work around.
"Mm, yup, that's it. Try to loosen that up, honey. I think it'll come out with a little force."
How do you fair with Gwen's wall of shit?
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