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So, after being a lurker and then a rather inactive member of this site for a long time,I finally decided to post a story myself.

Before you start reading, let me point out a few things.

Firstly, I apologize up front if some passages are written badly. English is not my first language and thus, there might be grammatical or spelling errors.

Secondly, I want to warn you that this story contains some rather graphic toilet scenes. If you don't like such content, though, they are all writteng in bold so you can skip these paragraphs if you want.

With that out of the way, now we can begin.

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

Jennifer was working the nightshift at the front desk of the city’s hospital. By now, it was a few minutes past five in the morning on an icy cold Tuesday. It had been a hectic night with multiple emergencies coming in. A few minutes ago, she received a call from Wendy, the new girl that should’ve taken over the front desk for the next shift, informing her that she was stuck in traffic and would take a while. She also received a phone call from her friend Cassidy who worked as a nurse. She was stuck on the snow covered streets, too, and would come in later.

Jennifer yawned and took a sip from her cup of lukewarm coffee. She closed her eyes to rub them. When she opened them again, though, everything started spinning. She leaned back in her chair, waiting for the dizziness to be over, but it didn’t happen. Her field of vision began to narrow and a few seconds later, she lost consciousness.

 

Cassidy was driving carefully through what she could only call a snowstorm on this cold morning in early February. The streets were covered in snow already from the night and the white flakes were still falling from the sky in great numbers with a strong, squally wind blowing them against her car’s windshield; she could barely see two hundred yards in front of her.

She eventually reached the hospital at seven o’clock, one hour late for her shift. She quickly parked her car and went in through the main entrance, shouting a quick greeting over to the front desk before noticing that there wasn’t anyone there. In fact, there was no one in the lobby at all and it was strangely quite throughout the building. Cassidy shrugged and went over to the elevator, taking it down to the basement where the changing rooms were.

 

Jennifer woke up again a few minutes later, although she had no idea how much time had passed. She tried to open her eyes but was blinded by a bright light.

She waited a minute for her eyes to adjust, then she took a look around. She was sitting on a floor covered by a strange, bluish carpet. The ceiling seemed to be a few miles above her head. She looked at her surroundings but was only able to put two and two together when she found what seemed to be a giant computer screen a good ways above.

“What the fuck!?” She exclaimed loudly. “Did I shrink?!”

How is this even possible? She thought. No matter how, though, she had to inform someone. But how? She estimated her size at probably a quarter of an inch. At that size, it would probably take the rest of the day or so to reach an office. Currently, she realized, she was standing on her office chair. Her best bet seemingly was to climb up onto the desk and wait. Wendy would come in at some point to take her place and then would notice her. Her plan proved more complicated then she thought at first, though: She didn’t even know how she should get off her chair, much less up onto the mile high desk.

She pondered for a moment, then got an idea: Her chair was quite high, it’s armrests nearly reaching the height of the desk. If she could climb up on one of the armrests, she could probably jump over to the desk. Content with her new plan, she walked over to one of the armrests and started climbing. At her size, even the nearly unnoticeable pattern in the plastic was enough, although only barely, for her to climb.

It was exhausting, but she eventually reached the top. That’s when she heard a loud thump followed by voice shouting a greeting. Still panting from the climb, Jennifer turned around. Her eyes widened as she saw her now giant friend Cassidy standing in the door. She had expected it to be somewhat like that at her size, but really seeing a giantess like that was still a shock for her. She saw Cassidy shrug and walk off to the elevator, every step of her causing a loud thump and a slight shake even at her current position.

 

Only a minute after the doors of the elevator closed behind Cassidy, two women entered the hospital. One was an older woman in her mid forties, her jet black hair that fell down to her shoulders showing a few gray strands already, the other one was young, having turned eighteen only a few weeks ago. Being the former woman’s daughter, her hair was just as black, but a bit longer and currently tied into a ponytail. Their names were Debra and Allison Beckham and they were at the hospital to visit Allison’s three years older brother who had broken his left leg the day before. They went over to the front desk but there was no sign of someone working there.

“What’s this?” Debra grumbled angrily. “Hello!? Anybody there?” She shouted into the room.

“He or she probably went to the bathroom, Mom.” Allison pointed out.

“Probably.” Debra grumbled back. They waited.

After a few seconds, Allison sneezed. “Damn cold.” She commented, snuffling. “Think I can use one of that tissues?” She pointed at a pack of tissues on the desk.

“Why not?” Her mother answered. Allison went ahead, picked up a tissue and wiped her nose with it.

 

Jennifer had just caught her breath when, again, the loud thumping of giant steps was heard and two women stepped through the door, approaching her desk. She tried to shout for them, but they didn’t hear her.

I have to try something else. She thought as the young woman above was wiping her nose with a paper tissue. Taking a few steps backwards, she got herself a running start and jumped over to the nearby desk, realizing only in flight that it was not as nearby as she had thought, and was barely able to grab its edge and pull herself up. She shouted again and started waving wildly. The young woman was just about to throw the tissue into the trashcan under the desk and Jennifer’s face lit up when she suddenly paused.

She heard me! Jennifer rejoiced. The girls next words shattered her hope, though.

“Eww. A bug.” Allison commented as she noticed movement on the desk. The bug tried to run but it was hopeless as she brought her used tissue down on it, then she threw tissue and bug into the trashcan.

 

Cassidy quickly went into the changing room, popping a piece of chewing gum into her mouth on the way there. The basement was just as quiet as the lobby but the open lockers in the locker room made clear everyone else, in fact, had to be around here somewhere. She quickly put on her nurse outfit and went into the bathroom to use the toilet.

After she was done, she stood in front of the bathroom mirror and took a moment to comb her shoulder long, dark cherry red hair that the wind had jumbled up before tying it up like she had to while she worked. She quickly looked over the rest of herself. Her peach colored lips were glossy as always, her cheeks were a healthy red and the subtly applied eyeliner nicely accentuated her gray eyes. The men liked that, just like the innocent look she liked to put on. Content, she got back to the elevator and decided to take another look into the lobby before going up to the station to check if either her friend Jennifer was back or that new girl, Wendy, had arrived.

 

The elevator arrived in the lobby with a soft ‘ping’. Debra turned around a saw a young nurse, maybe in her mid twenties, and waved her over.

“Can I help you?” Cassidy asked, still chewing her gum.

“We’ve been waiting here for a few minutes already, but there’s nobody around.” Debra said angrily.

“We wanted to visit my brother.” Allison added.

“I have no idea where everyone went, either”, Cassidy answered, “but maybe, I can help. What’s his name?”

She sat down at the chair and clicked through a few windows on the computer.

“Paul Beckham.” The younger woman replied. Cassidy nodded.

“Ah, isn’t that the young man with the broken leg that got here yesterday?”

“Yes, it is. Do you know all the patients?” Allison asked curiously.

Cassidy smiled. “Most of them. Especially the cute and attractive ones, though.”

Allison laughed. Debra, on the other hand, didn’t find it funny. “Don’t you dare touch my son...” She said in a threatening tone.

“Hey, he’s an adult just like you and me. Maybe I’ll ask him out once he’s better and then, it’s his decision if he wants to, not yours.” Cassidy replied coldly.

“Don’t worry about her too much, she’s always overly protective.” Allison commented, earning a mean gaze from her mother.

“There he is. Third floor, room twenty five. Come on, I’ll take you there.” Cassidy said.

 

Jennifer had been trying to free herself but it was hopeless. She was stuck fast to the girl’s snot on the tissue and could barely move so she soon gave up. After a while, she heard footsteps again, followed by Cassidy’s voice as she talked to the visitors.

Now or never. Jennifer thought as Cassidy was about to get up. She took a deep breath and shouted her name as loud as she could. Cassidy’s face appeared over the trashcan and she rejoiced as she saw her giant mouth opening in what she thought was astonishment about what she saw.

Jennifer’s expression darkened again as she saw Cassidy’s tongue moving a thoroughly chewed up gum to the opening of her mouth.

“Cass! No, please don’t!” She screamed in panic, but her friend didn’t hear her. With a wet thud, the gum flew out of her mouth and came directly at her. The wet, sticky substance immediately covered all of her tiny body, sealing her mouth and nose and thus making her unable to breath. She struggled as much as she could but was unable to free herself. As time passed, her struggles got more and more powerless to the point where she lost consciousness because of the lack of oxygen. Eventually, she suffocated, her body hidden between all the trash, stuck between a used tissue and a chewing gum, never to be found.

 

Before getting up, Cassidy quickly bend down to the trashcan and spat her chewing gum into it, a completely innocent action with which she unknowingly sealed her friend Jennifer’s fate, then she led the visitors to the elevator.

 

On the third floor, it was just as quiet as in the lobby.

Now this is really strange. Cassidy thought but continued walking. Allison noticed it, too.

“What’s going on here anyway? When we visited yesterday, it was like a beehive in here...”

“It is naturally more quite this early in the morning.” Cassidy replied nervously. “But normally, it isn’t that quite.”

They reached the door with the number 25 on it and Cassidy knocked before entering with the family.

“Mr. Beckham?” She shouted into the room. There was no sign of him.

“Paul!?” Allison shouted. “It’s me, you sister. You there?!” She didn’t get an answer either. She went over to his bed which seemed unmade.

“All his things are still here.” She commented, rummaging through the drawers of his bedside tables. One of the two other beds in the room seemed used, too. The third one was unoccupied and didn’t even have sheets on it right now. There was no sign of any of the patients, though.

“Now that’s getting a tad too strange for my taste.” Cassidy commented. “I’m calling the police.”

“Do you think someone kidnapped them or something...?” Debra asked, her eyes nervously wandering around.

“I have no idea”, Cassidy replied sincerely. While Debra and Allison sat down on Paul’s bed, Cassidy quickly retrieved her smart phone from her pants pocket, sat down on the other patient's bed and dialed 911.

 

23 years old Martin Geer had been taken to the hospital because of a bad concussion and thus, he didn’t find it particularly strange when he suddenly felt dizzy in his bed. He simply closed his eyes and waited.

I must have slept in, he thought, because the first thing he heard when he opened his eyes again were loud, female voices. He took a moment to get used to the bright light shining at him.

When he could finally see clearly again, he got the biggest shock of his life. A few feet to his side, there was a woman in a nurse outfit. Only that said woman was a few hundred feet tall. Looking up, he realized that he knew that face. It belonged to a cute, young nurse named Cassidy. She had cared for him yesterday and was really nice. He also really liked her body and had thought about asking her out when he got out of hospital.

“What the fuck.” He whispered as if he feared she could hear him. Maybe he even did. “How did she get this tall?”

He looked around and his eyes fell on two other giantesses that were a hundred feet or so away. They were talking to each other but he still had trouble understanding what their booming voices were saying and only got something about calling the police.

Now that he looked more closely, he realized something: Not only the women in the room were large, but so were the cabinets, the lamps, the other two beds and... his own bed on whose sheet he was lying.

Hey! It’s not them who are large, I am just small! He realized. Damn I must be dreaming. Or hallucinating. Did I drink something? Or maybe it’s that damn concussion. He closed his eyes for a moment and rubbed them, then he opened them again. When he did, he heard a loud rustle. Looking up, he saw Cassidy pulling a smart phone from her pants’ pocket. Then she came over to him.

“Hey, Cassidy! Down here!” He shouted, jumping up and down. She didn’t hear or see him, though, and simply turned around again. He hung his head.

A moment later, a shadow fell onto him. He looked up, confused. When he realized what was going on, it was already too late: That cute nurse’s butt descended upon him rapidly and he could just drop flat on his back and hope. All hope in the world did him no good, though, when Cassidy’s smoothly rounded behind that he had found so sexy just a day ago made contact with his tiny body. He screamed in pain as the weight of tons of flesh pressed down on him. Just for a second, though; then his bones gave in and, with a sickening crunch, his body was reduced to red stain on Cassidy’s pants as well as the bed sheet.

 

Cassidy neither heard nor felt anything and was totally unaware that she had just killed a patient with her very own ass.  She tapped her feet on the ground nervously, waiting for someone to pick up the phone on the other end of the line. Finally, a male voice answered calmly:

“911, what is your emergency?”

“I’m at the city hospital and all the doctors, patients and other personal seems to be gone.” Cassidy answered slowly.

“They’re gone? What do you mean?” The man answered. “Are you in any immediate danger?”

“No, I’m not in danger. But everyone is gone. I’m here with a mother and her daughter who wanted to visit a relative and there is no one here.”

“Err, is this a joke, lady?” The man answered.

“This is certainly no joke.” Cassidy’s voice turned to anger. “Listen, I’m a nurse at the city hospital. My name is Cassidy Felton. I got to work late because of the snow and when I arrived, everyone was gone.”

“So there is no one in the building aside from you?”

Cassidy rolled her eyes. “Again, I’m here with a mother and daughter who wanted to visit a relative. We’re sitting in said relative’s room and there is no sign of any other doctor, nurse or patient. At all. Got it?”

“Could they have simply left the building?”

“All of them? Including doctors, patients, everyone? Why should they? Also, if they have, they left everything behind: Personal items, clothes, purses, everything.”

“Well, uh... That sounds strange. We’ll probably send a police patrol your way. Where exactly are you?”

“Finally.” Cassidy sighed. “We’re on the third floor, patient room number 25.”

“Okay, keep calm and stay where you currently are. We’re quite busy with the snowstorm currently and it could take a while for them to arrive.”

“Thank you.” Cassidy answered and hung up. Turning to Debra and Allison, she said: “Police is on their way. He said it could take a while because of the snow.”

The women nodded.

 

With every passing minute, Cassidy saw Allison getting more and more nervous. At some point, she went over to her.

“Everything alright?” She asked carefully. The girl blushed.

“Yes. Well, uh... I... I need to use the bathroom...”

“So what’s the problem?” Cassidy asked, confused.

“Well, I... I find this all a bit, uh, scary, you know.” She giggled. “I really don’t feel like walking through these empty hallways alone...”

Cassidy smiled. She had quite similar feelings herself by now. With each passing minute, the complete silence in the building was getting on her nerves more and more.

“It’s okay, I hear ya. Since we’re alone, you can use the patient bathroom.” She pointed at the door.

Allison’s face showed relief.

“Thanks.” She said, getting up and quickly scurrying over to the bathroom. She pushed down the door handle; locked.

“It’s locked.” She looked over at Cassidy.

“Oh?” The nurse answered, coming over. She knocked at the door a few times.

“Mr. Beckham, are you in there?!” No answer.

“Hmm, the light is on, too.” She said, looking at the switch next to the door. “Step aside, I’ve got a master key.” She commented and pulled her key ring from her pocket.

The door lock opened with a click and Cassidy and Allison entered the bathroom.

“Well, whatever happened here, they must really have left in a hurry.” Cassidy stated as she saw Paul’s crutches leaning at the wall near the sink.

“He didn’t even have time to flush the toilet after using it.” She commented further as she looked into the open toilet bowl and saw the yellow tint of the water. She quickly pressed the flush button.

“This is really strange, if you think about it.” Allison commented. Her mother had entered the bathroom now, too, and was standing behind them.

“So, his crutches are here, but he isn’t.” Allison continued. “The door was locked, though, so how did a man with a broken leg leave the bathroom without his crutches and without unlocking the door first?”

They all looked over to the window but it was only tilted, not completely opened. Just to be sure that he didn’t jump out, though, they all went over to take a look down. Debra, who had already imagined her son jumping out the window and breaking his neck upon impacting the ground, sighed in relief, when she looked down and saw only green grass with no sign of her son’s body.

“This is getting more strange by the minute.” Cassidy commented.

“Yea. So, can I use the bathroom now?” Allison asked. By now, she was nervously jumping from one feet to the other, making clear that she really had to go. Her mother nodded and left.

“It’s all yours.” Cassidy commented and left, too, closing the door behind her.

Allison considered locking the door, but the only two persons in the building knew where she was anyway so there was no need to. She quickly dropped her pants to the ground and plopped down onto the seat.

 

When Paul woke up, the first thing he did was taking a look at his clock. It was 4:30 in the morning. His single roommate was fast asleep in his bed on the other side of the room. The reason he woke up this early was a strong pressure in his bladder. Still tired, he slowly swung his legs out of bed and nearly forgot to pick up his crutches. As quietly as he could in his state, he walked over to the bathroom door, turned on the light and went inside, locking the door behind himself.

Peeing while standing was nearly impossible with his broken leg so he dropped his pants and sat down on the seat, leaning his crutches against the wall so he didn’t have to hold them the whole time. He suppressed a sigh when the pressure finally started to ease as he did his business.

He was about to get up when he suddenly felt dizzy. Thinking it would go away in a moment, he remained seated, but the feeling was intensifying instead. He was just about to reach over to the emergency button when he blacked out.

 

When Paul opened his eyes again, he was blinded by a bright light just like the other people in his situation. When he was able to see again, it didn’t take him very long to piece together what had happened to him as he looked at the giant pieces of furniture around. He quickly realized that he had shrunk and was sitting on the seat of the toilet that he had just used. He silently thanked whichever higher power there might be as he realized that if he had sat even a little more to the front, he would have probably ended up swimming in his own urine.

For a long time, he pondered how this could have happened and what the best course of action would be for him. In the process, he found that his situation seemed to have a good side, too: He was able to walk again. It was as if his leg had never been broken. His thoughts were interrupted , though, when he heard a thumping sound closing in. He sat down and listened.

Soon, he recognized the sound as the greatly amplified sound of steps. A moment later, he heard someone enter the room outside the bathroom and quickly recognized the voices of his sister and that nurse named Cassidy he met the day before.

When they entered the bathroom, he tried to shout for them but soon found out that the voice that his tiny mouth could produce was not loud enough for anyone to hear. He tried again when Cassidy leaned over the toilet to flush it but was too slow and his voice was drowned out by the loud roaring of the flush.

When his sister eventually motioned his mother and the nurse to leave the bathroom so she could use the toilet, Paul saw another chance. When she came over and sat down on the toilet seat, she would hopefully be close enough to hear him. He quickly scurried to the side of the toilet seat so she wouldn’t sit on him and waited as his sister dropped her pants.

Damn, I really didn’t need to see that. He thought as his sister’s giant, naked ass approached, casting a shadow on the toilet seat. As she sat down, her cheeks spread slightly, giving him a clear view of her pink anus.

Now or never. He thought as her butt landed on the seat, making it squeak slightly even though she didn’t really weigh much.

“Allison! Down here!” He shouted with all his might, but all she did was to lean back a bit. She still couldn’t hear his tiny voice.

Damn. He cursed. He would have to get closer to her face.  Her leg was right next to him so he grabbed a small hair protruding from it and started to climb. What he didn’t expect, though, was that Allison would feel him doing so.

 

A girlish scream sounded from the bathroom and Cassidy jumped up from the bed immediately.

“Hey, are you alright in there!?” She asked, knocking at the bathroom door.

“It’s okay. Everything alright.” Came back. “I’m just a bit nervous, that’s all.”

“Are you sure?” Cass asked carefully.

“Yea, it’s okay, really.”

Cassidy shrugged and went back to the bed to sit down once again.

 

Maybe it was because Allison had watched that horror movie last night, or maybe it was just the situation that made her so nervous. Probably, though, it was a mix of both that made her let out a panicked scream and jump off the toilet seat when she felt a tickling sensation on her right leg. When she turned around, she sighed: It was just a bug that was crawling over the toilet seat. She quickly reassured the worried Cassidy that she was okay, then she ripped off a bit of toilet paper and approached the seat.

 

Paul lost his grip when his sister jumped up and painfully dropped back down onto the hard plastic seat. A sharp pain ran through his formerly broken leg.

So much for that. He thought. Seems like, although I can put weight on it again, I still have to be careful with that leg.

 He carefully got back to his feet and looked up just in time to see his sister approach with a piece of toilet paper.

 

“Damn, you little bug scared the shit out of me.” Allison whispered. “Now, you’ll pay for that.”

As if the insect on the toilet seat had heard her, it suddenly lunged forward and tried to climb under the seat. It wasn’t fast enough, though: With a swift motion, Allison swept it off the seat, flinging it into the bowl where it impacted the porcelain wall and tumbled down into the water.

Content, she threw the unused paper into the nearby garbage can and plopped back down onto the seat to finally relieve herself, eager to exact revenge upon the bug that scared her so much. Never in her wildest dreams she would have believed that the bug she was about to pee on was her brother Paul.

 

Paul was relieved to see his sister bend down, thinking she must’ve seen him on the seat. A moment later, a chill ran down his spine as he heard her whispering. He quickly jumped forward and started to run as fast as his legs could carry him. His wounded leg stung painfully with every step but he didn’t care. He had nearly reached his destination, the space between toilet bowl and seat, when a white wall appeared in front of him.

“Nooooo! Allison! Don’t do that!” He screamed but he knew she didn’t hear him. For her, he was but an insect. He was tossed into the air. The environment rushed past him at high speed and it took a moment before he realized he was heading right for the giant lake that was the bottom of the toilet bowl. He roughly hit his head on the porcelain side of the bowl and, with nothing to hold on to, quickly slid down into the icy cold water.

Above, he saw Allison crumple up the paper and drop it into the trash before her butt once more filled his whole field of view. Paul treaded water in the icy cold lake that he realized would soon become his final resting place. Even if Allie had intended to throw the ‘bug’ into the trash, she surely wouldn’t mind flushing it with her pee, either. By now, it had gotten nearly completely dark inside the toilet bowl as Allison’s body blocked out most of the light. In a last, futile effort, Paul shouted up to his sister as loud as he could. The only answer he got was a loud sigh and the first drops of her brightly yellow pee that landed right in his open mouth, leaving a nasty taste as he was forced to swallow it.

Allison sighed in relief as she finally let go of her bladder’s contents and the accumulated pressure left her bladder together with the foul, yellow liquid. She was no pervert, neither was she particularly cruel, but this time, a smile crossed her face as her piss splattered into the water below and she caught herself hoping that the bug that scared her half to death was alive to endure that down there. After peeing for two minutes straight, her stream slowed down to a dribble and eventually stopped.

Paul tried to swim away from the front of the bowl and was luckily aided by the waves from Allie’s piss hitting the water. Soon, only a few stray drops were hitting him as he treaded water at the back of the bowl. On the good side, his sister’s pee was warming up the cold water a bit, on the other hand, being peed on by his unaware younger sister was inexpressibly humiliating to him.

Even though he knew his life was going to end the moment Allison pushed the flush lever, Paul still sighed when her stream finally stopped. He heard the rustling and ripping of his sister pulling a few sheets of toilet paper and knew that his time was nearly up. Light flooded into his prison when his sister spread her legs apart to dry off her privates. To his astonishment, though, she clenched them shut again a moment later. The reason for that got painfully clear when, a second later, a loud trumpet sound echoed through the bowl and the air filled with a nearly unbearable stench. Paul was no religious person at all, but in that moment, he spoke a quick prayer before slowly looking up.

Seems like I’m shit outta luck. He thought in a twinge of dark humor.

Allison was about to wipe her privates when she was hit by a sudden cramp.

Oh no. I really don’t want to do that with my mom and that nurse right outside the door, She thought, but the pressure at her backdoor made clear that there was no way she could hold it until she got home. A loud, tooting fart escaped her rectum, making her blush. She waited a moment, hoping that the fart would release some of the pressure, but it didn’t. Reluctantly, she leaned back and relaxed her sphincter.

Paul watched in awe as his sister’s anus stretched to make way for a long, brown pillar that slowly descended into the bowl. The stench emanating from it was even worse than her fart.

Shit, sis, what did you eat? Paul thought, nearly gagging from the smell.

Allison pushed with all her might and let out a soft moan on the verge between relief and pleasure when she felt the thick log slipping out of her rectum, sliding down into the water without as much as a splash. She exhaled. A few seconds later, the smell of her waste wafted up to her nose and she quickly started pushing again. The faster she got done with her business, the sooner she could get out of her own stink.

The turd dropped into the water a few feet in front of Paul. The strong current generated by the giant shit pile caught him completely off guard and pulled him closer to the point of impact. Paul quickly tried to swim away again.

After a while, he risked a look upwards and witnessed another turd sliding out of Allison’s ass. It got stuck about three fourth of its way out and when it didn’t budge after a moment, her asshole clenched shut, cutting through the easily forty feet wide log as if it was nothing and sending it falling into the bowl where it impacted with a splash, again pulling Paul closer to it.

It took only a moment and a soft grunt from his sister to make the rest of it quite literally shoot out of her butt, giving Paul no time to react as it shot into the water. The impact force flung him through the air and he had no idea where he was when his back suddenly impacted something soft and got stuck to it. The stench was terrible and he was certain he was about to pass out when he was suddenly lifted up into the air.

Eww. Allison thought. The splash caused by her last turd sprinkled her butt with drops of toilet water. She gave another push but was soon sure that she was now done. She rose from the toilet and quickly started to wipe her behind, dropping the dirty paper into the bowl; by now, she had already forgotten about the irrelevant little bug that she had dropped in there. She finished up quickly, washed up and proceeded to flush her waste down into the sewers while she pulled up her pants. After she made sure that the bowl was clean of any remains, she closed the lid and left the bathroom.

 

It took Paul a moment to realize that he was stuck inside his sister’s ass crack. He didn’t even want to think about what was holding him in place right now. He wasn’t out of danger yet, though: Allison started to wipe herself. Luckily, Allison was in a hurry and he was stuck very deep inside, making her miss his spot, although the white paper came dangerously close a few times.


A minute after Allison came out of the bathroom, the policemen arrived. They asked a few generic questions and then began investigating the room. Allison blushed as one of them entered the bathroom. He would certainly smell her stink...

After fifteen minutes, the search turned up nothing. One of the policemen noticed the small bloodstain on Martin Geer’s bed, but it was so small that he didn’t consider it important and thus didn’t report it. They searched the rest of the hospital but found nothing out of place there, either. After over an hour, they eventually decided to close the whole building down for a more thorough investigation by the forensics department and sent everyone home.

By that time, a good number of people had arrived in the lobby who came to visit relatives. Wendy had also arrived and after Cassidy told her what had happened, she had the rather unpleasant job of informing the people about the patients’ disappearance. Allison gave Cassidy her phone number, asking her to inform her if there were any news about her brother.

“We’re pretty close, you know?” Allison explained. “He had always been there for me and I could talk to him about anything...”

“Hey, don’t speak of him in past-tense. I’m sure he’s alright and you will see him again.” Cassidy replied, making her face light up a bit.

“I will call you at once if I hear anything new.” Cass promised. She gave Allison her phone number, too, just in case Paul turned up at home, asking her to inform her. With nothing else to do, after saying goodbye to Allison and Debra, Cassidy got into her car and made her way back home.

 

Allison was bored for most of the remaining day. She worked out a little, mostly because her mother wanted her to, but other than that, she mostly sat around, buried in thought.

Knowing that she needed something to take her mind off her brother’s disappearance, she eventually managed to persuade her mother to let her go out and have some fun in the evening. She was an adult now, after all, and her mother had to get used to that at some point. There was a nightclub a few blocks away that her friends said was really nice. As one of them put it: The food is good, the drinks even better and the music is great, too. She really wanted to go there and see for herself.

Once it got dark outside, Allison started to get ready. Maybe I should shower, first. She thought, remembering her workout session.

 

For Paul, the day was pure hell. Stuck inside his sister’s butt crack, he not only had to endure the smell of her not very clean ass, he also feared for his life every time Allison went to the toilet to pee, fearing every time that he could be shaken loose and drop down into the toilet where his sister would then unknowingly flush him away.

 It got even worse when Allison started her workout as her butt cheeks were rubbing against each other, nearly smothering him. She also soon started to sweat and runlets of it washed over his face, burning in his eyes and leaving a salty taste in his mouth. There was one good side to that, though: The sweat soon started to wash off what was holding him in place and after half an hour of workout, he eventually dropped down into his sister’s panties. It still wasn’t a pleasant experience to be in there while she was working out with her sweat dripping down all around him, but at least, he could breath freely again and the stench coming from her anus was a lot weaker than before, allowing him to notice all the other smells around, mainly sweat and the slight odor from his sister’s vagina. He didn’t care for it at that moment though, being fully concentrated on his tries to breathe without swallowing her sweat at the same time.

Although he had a bit more freedom now, Paul didn’t see any chance to escape his prison. He could have tried to climb out when she dropped her panties to use the toilet, but he feared she would see him and think he was a bug again. He was quite certain that he wouldn’t have as much luck as he had in the hospital again anytime soon and thus decided to stay with her for the moment.

When he heard of his sister’s plans, Paul had feared he’d have to endure another sweat shower while his sister would be dancing at that club, but to his surprise and delight, Allison set him free voluntarily when she went into the bathroom to shower.

 

Allison locked the bathroom door behind herself and started to get undressed. She deposited her blouse and bra on the closed toilet lid, then she pulled down her pants and panties.

Oh, I nearly forgot that. She thought when she looked down at her panties and noticed they were full of small, brown stains from her not thoroughly cleaning her butt this morning. It didn’t matter now, though, as she would clean it in the shower anyway. She put her jeans on the toilet lid with her other clothes and carelessly threw her panties into the laundry basket, then she turned on the shower.

 

Paul held on for dear life when his sister threw her panties all the way through the room. The basket was nearly full so the landing was cushioned at least a bit, his leg still protested, though. He slowly got to his feet and turned around. He didn’t know the reason for what happened next, but it was highly embarrassing to him.

He never had any sexual feelings for his sister; sure, he had noticed her body get more womanly, more curvy, over the past few years and when she asked him once, he even assured her that she was a very attractive woman, but when he looked at her, she always was his little sister to him, nothing less, but also nothing more. She was part of the family, and that was it. Looking at his giantess sister now, though, felt different. She was  easily a hundred times larger than him. Even just seeing her giant body move around with such precision was impressive by itself. He just couldn’t take his eyes off her as she entered the running shower, her hips swinging from side to side as if she was knowingly putting on a show for him.

Does she always walk that way? Paul asked himself, realizing he had never cared for such details. He knew she was still his sister - and knowing that made it even worse when he felt himself getting erect.

Allison tilted her head back as she stepped under the running water, making her multiple feet long strands of black hair fall down over her shoulders and onto her back. She let out a soft moan as the hot water ran over her body, getting Paul even more worked up.

She slowly turned around, making her hair sway in all directions. Her head was still tilted back and Paul noted that she had her eyes closed as she started rubbing her neck.

The front view was even more impressive than her backside: Her small, pointed nose looked as cute as it always did and her cheeks showed a healthy, natural red, her lips had the light coral color of her favorite lipstick and were turned up in a slight smile as she savored the water running over her. Allison liked to be as natural as possible, thus the lipstick was the only makeup she was wearing. Her wet hair was stuck to the sides of her round face, forming kind of a frame around it before it fell down onto her chest, ending just above her breasts.

Paul’s gaze involuntarily wandered further down to Allison’s firm, beautifully rounded, c-cup breasts that her female friends were so envious about with her cute, pink nipples. His gaze wandered further along her smooth, flat stomach, over the opening that was her navel and to the jungle of black hair that was her bush.

Stubborn as she was, Allison sturdily refused to shave herself ‘down there’ which had resulted in quite a few, sometimes pretty loud, discussions between her and her mom. She once asked him what men liked more and he didn’t have a definitive answer for her. In the end, he told her that, as long as it looked neat, a thick bush was just as sexy as one that was shaved into a strip or a completely hairless vagina, although he, himself, preferred  shaved women. Seeing her bush like that made him reconsider that stance, though: It looked damn hot especially now that the hair was shiny from the water. By now, the bulge in Paul’s pants had grown considerably.

Paul watched as if in trance as his sister slowly opened her almond shaped, dark blue eyes. She seemed to look directly at him for a moment, though that was probably just imagination, then she turned to grab a piece of soap. She started to hum an unidentifiable melody as she started thoroughly soaping her body. Paul was almost painfully horny by now and when Allison started rubbing the soap on her breasts, making them jiggle around in the process, he couldn’t hold back anymore. He slowly put a hand down into his pants and started rubbing himself off to the rhythm of his sister’s humming. At that moment, he didn’t care if she saw him doing it and he didn’t care how wrong it was, he just couldn’t help doing it.

It took but a minute for Paul to cum and he shot his load right there into his pants. Panting, he leaned against the wall of the basket, his cum leaving a warm trail as it ran down his legs. Able to think straight once more as his horniness subsided, he blushed, realizing what he had just done, and quickly turned away from his still showering sister, ashamed of himself. He closed his eyes, his face red as a tomato, and didn’t open them again until he heard the door close behind his sister as she left the bathroom.

 

Allison entered the club at around half past eight in the evening. Her friends seemingly hadn’t overstated: The music was great. She was pondering if she should go over to the dance floor immediately or get something to eat and a drink first when she suddenly noticed a face she knew and her lips turned into a smile.

“Hey! Cassidy! Over here!” She shouted.

 

Cassidy was a regular at the club. It was a good place to fish for a date or simply have some fun. She was quite surprised to hear a young female voice shouting for her. She turned around and recognized Allison Beckham.

“Hey Allie!” She shouted back, slowly walking over to her. “I didn’t think I’d see you again anytime soon. You’re here for the first time, right? What’re you doing here?”

“Oh, I just came here to have some fun, you know, get my thoughts off what happened...”

“Yea, right. Come on, let me buy you a drink. Or do you wanna dance?”

“Nah, a drink sounds good. And something to eat, maybe. I heard the food is really good around here.”

“Well, as long as you aren’t a vegetarian, it certainly is.” Cassidy replied, leading her over to an empty table. “So, what do you drink? Have you even drunk anything with alcohol before?”

“Uh... I had a glass of beer once, with a friend from school, unofficially... It was awful.” She grimaced.

Cassidy laughed. “So, no beer for you. Let me think... Do you like cherries?”

“Yea. I love cherries, actually.”

Cassidy smiled. “Then, sit down here and wait a moment.”

She motioned her to sit down at the table and made her way to the bar. A minute later, she returned with two glasses that she put on the table before sitting down, too.

“What’s that?” Allison asked, curiously looking at the dark red liquid.

“A cocktail. It’s cherry juice with a shot of whiskey. Try it.” She replied, taking a sip herself.

“Mmm. Tastes great.” Allison commented after she tried a sip of her cocktail.

“So, what do you want to eat?” Cassidy asked.

Allison shrugged. “I have no idea. What would you order?”

“Wait here, I’ll get us something.” Cassidy replied, took another sip from her glass and then went over to the bar again to place her order, then she returned.

“Our food will arrive shortly.” She commented, sitting back down.

 

A few minutes later, a waiter arrived with two plates. The meal consisted of chicken breast, a mixed salad and potatoes.

“I see my friends didn’t overstate.” Allison commented, shoving another piece of chicken into her mouth. “This tastes great.”

Cassidy smiled at her. “Yea, this is a great place. Now, what are your plans for tonight? Gonna go home alone? Or are you looking for some male company?”

“Hey, do I look like a slut?” She pouted.

Cassidy laughed. “You aren’t a slut just because you’re looking to have sex, you know? There are quite a few guys around here that are really nice...”

“Do you often come here for that?” Allison asked wondering.

“Not normally...” She answered hesitantly. Allison immediately noticed that she seemed to be far away with her thoughts.

“Let’s just say my last relationship didn’t go too well. “ She eventually added. “So, what about you?”

“Nah, I want my first time to be with someone who really loves me, not with some one night stand guy.”

“So, you’re a virgin, then?” Cass asked. “Well, then, you’re right, you really shouldn’t have your first time with a stranger. Okay, come on, finish your drink and let’s dance a bit, shall we?”

Allison nodded.

 

After quite a bit of dancing and one or two more cherry-whiskey cocktails, Allison left at around eleven o’clock. Cassidy stayed for a bit longer, having struck up a conversation with a hot, young guy named Charles Tate. She pondered where she had heard that name before and his face looked familiar, too. Probably, though, it was just her imagination. Or maybe, he had been in hospital some time ago? Whatever, she eventually invited him into her bed. They left the club around midnight and took a cab to Cassidy’s apartment.

 

The rest of the evening and the following night wasn’t exactly pleasant for Paul, either: Even though he respectfully looked away every time someone entered the bathroom, that didn’t keep him from hearing what they did. Not only was he forced to listen to everyone’s peeing, he also had to listen to his mother shaving her privates while she and his father talked through the door about the things they’d be doing in bed tonight.

Later, his sister came home, slightly drunk, giggling about something while she brushed her teeth. Luckily, he had been looking up to her, trying to judge just how drunk she was, otherwise, her feet would probably have crushed him as she staggered over to the toilet, slipped and stepped right into the laundry basket. He was just so able to jump aside. Allison herself didn’t even seem to notice and simply continued on her way.

As if all that wasn’t bad enough, Paul had been sleeping for maybe an hour when he was awoken by the blinding light of the bathroom lamp and had to endure his father taking a dump. It took over half an hour for his stink to dissipate enough for him to go to sleep again.

 

As always, Cassidy’s innocent face had successfully tricked her lover who was quite surprised to find that she was, in fact, pretty experienced and knew exactly what she was doing. It didn’t take long before they were lying in bed making love.

“So”, Charles said, panting after they finished, “do you want me to be gone in the morning or...?”

Cassidy thought about it for a moment. Charles seemed to be a really nice guy, smart, good in bed. He also looked like he hoped for more, maybe even a real relationship with her. The question was: Was she ready for another relationship? And did she really want to start something with a guy that she fucked right after meeting him?

Hell, why not? She thought. Putting her arms around him, she said: “No, don’t. We can have breakfast together tomorrow.”

They kissed.

“I hoped you’d say something like that.” He whispered, burying his head between her tits.

“Don’t get your hopes up.” She warned, stroking his hair. “I don’t know how far I want this to go. You’re certainly not the guy I’m gonna marry one day, but if you want, we can be, like, friends with benefits?”

“Uh huh, that’s okay with me.” He mumbled back, giving her a kiss on her left breast. Cassidy moaned softly, then she pushed him aside a bit.

“Let’s sleep now, we can fuck again tomorrow.” They smiled at each other, then they closed their eyes, drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms.

Chapter End Notes:

So, this was the first chapter of my first ever story. I already have this story completed and there are seven more chapters to go. Now I just need to know if anyone wants to read them ;)

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