Like the Pharaohs Before You Surviving on Short Notice chapter 13 by deleted_user

Choosing to stay in the litter box might have kept you safe from your family's giant feet, but your new reality was only marginally better than getting stepped on. The litter box was placed neatly by the bathroom sink, right next to the toilet and facing the shower. The time it would take you to leave the bathroom would leave you far too exposed and at the mercy of a stomping foot or paw. Equally suicidal was the shower. There were small lakes of water in between the tiles closest to it, and getting in would likely send you down the drain as soon as someone stepped in. That left only the colossal toilet, which, for obvious reasons, was a place you didn't want to get any closer to.

You look around at the endless desert of the litter box, the occasional monolith of cat shit covered in sand, the strange, dark splotches scattered around them. It smelled god awful in here, but what could you do? You're only real hope, you figure, was to wait for someone (probably Sydney) to clean out the litterbox.

Like you had just summoned Cthulhu, the very thought of Sydney has willed her into existence. The bathroom door swung open as your younger sister's bare feet made their way across the tile floor. She was half your age, but you could scarcely tell a difference between her titanic size and your mother's. The sounds of her using the toilet echoed throughout the litterbox. It was sickening and loud as hell. However, the worst was yet to come as the smell eventually drifted into the litterbox. You gag on the fumes coming from the toilet bowl, somehow, they are more potent than anything Penny had put you through.

"Christ, Syd! Fix your diet!" You shout out, knowing she couldn't hear you. As she flushes and walks over to the sink, you consider getting out and rushing to her, but the timing is iffy, and if you mess up, you'd wind up crushed under her toes. As Sydney left, you started to take note of your surroundings. Throughout the day, the same scenario happened again and again. Either one of your sisters or your mother would enter, do their business, and leave you with the sights, sounds, and smells. Eventually, it was Penny's turn.

Hiding in the litter, you watch as Penny strolls in proudly. You doubt she really knows you're in here, but she sure acts like it. The cat slips in and swings around, putting her godlike genitals on full display above you. The puckering tail hole above gets closer and closer until you're sure it'll crush you, but it stops, directly overhead. The unbearable smell sends you back to the day before where you had been its prisoner. Suddenly, you hear a rush of liquid escaped from Penny's shrouded vulva. You barely have time to react when the wave hits. The toxic, burning piss threatens to drown you as it drains into the sand around you. The force of the impact was so strong, it pushed you further back, directly under the dark center of the anus. You sputter and wretch the liquid that had made its way into your mouth, not noticing the growing continent of shit above you.

SPLAT!!!

The turd drops and you are completely buried. As Penny's hind legs dig into the litterbox, you are rolled around so that your body is facing the outside, but you're utterly entombed in shit. Too weak to escape, you watch with a tear in your eye and with burning nostrils, the image of Penny's massive tail hole getting smaller and smaller as she leaves the bathroom.

Curse Sydney for being so lazy! The cycle continues again and again every day. The shit has hardened around you and you've gotten noticeably smaller. getting anyone's attention was impossible at this point, it was just about surviving. Your hatred of Penny grew with each passing moment. She would come in, flaunt her even larger anus in your face, drop a turd, and leave. By now your family knew you were missing. It was a long time coming and to them, you had simply shrunk too small to be seen. It might have been emotional for you too if you hadn't experienced your own "going away" ceremony from the toilet. Penny had used the litterbox a lot more than usual that day and you were now certain she knew.

After almost a week of living off cat shit and experiencing the worst kind of hell, Sydney entered the bathroom with a scoop and a trash bag. She looked pissed but you only needed to get onto her body, there was no use in communicating. You watch as the litter scoop rampages the horrid landscape around you. Eventually, it crashes into you. Instantly, the turd breaks apart from the impact. You hold on best you can to a nearby chunk, hoping you don't slip through the grates of the scoop. As you see the trash bag come into view below you, you make a break for it...