Nothing but a shitty liar
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
nrawk
Plucking Debbie off the sink counter, Marge dangled her over the toilet. "I mean, I told you the punishment for lying to me further, did I not? Even if you fessed up to it after, you did still lie to me, Debra."
"W-Wait! Wait, please, Maaaaaa-!" Trying desperately to cling to the older woman's slender fingers, it only took a 'light' shake from the head nurse to break Debbie's grip and send her down into the porcelain bowl below. The water was clean, currently, but chilly. As she breached the surface and treaded water, she looked up and saw the sadistic glee on Marge's otherwise stoic, unchanging face. "Marge! Marge, please, don't do this."
"And why shouldn't I, hmm? Your attempt on my life failed and unfortunately for you, no one else witnessed it." Standing up, the gigantic woman pulled down her pants and underwear and sat on the seat, spreading her legs so she could still see her coworker. "And on the day we were upgrading all the cameras too. How very unfortunate indeed. Sure, your husband may show up looking for his invention, and you I suppose, but I can deal with that problem when he gets here." Relieving her bladder, Marge let out a long sigh as she filled the bowl with her urine.
Debbie didn't dare say anything while the golden stream impacted the bowl, the loud hiss drowning out any sound she could have made as the water she swam in became a bit warmer. Her nostrils burned from the potent liquid waste. It was hell, and one of her own making for trying to abuse the fruits of her husband's research. As the stream of piss slowly petered out, she tried again to negotiate with her boss. "Y-You're right Marge! I'm sor-"
*Bbbbrrrrrrrrftttttttttttttt!*
Bellowing loudly and echoing in the void space between the tainted water's surface and Marge's backside, a noxious flatus cut Debbie off and choked the shrunken woman on it's stink. "Oh my, you'll have to excuse me, Debra. My bowels don't move as well as they used to, so I am quite backed up, you see." Giggling as she looked between her legs at her tiny coworker, she felt another pocket of gas race towards her anus and gave her abdominal muscles a squeeze to help it along.
*Ppfft Bbrrrrrrrrrrpt!*
"My goodness, that smells quite foul from up here, I can only imagine how much more potent it must be for you." She could barely stifle her laughter at Debbie's fate as she continued to fart, squeezing out as much as she could to make her suffer. "Try not to expire from this, dear. How embarrassing would it be to lose your life to a woman's gas?"
The deafening echoes and turbulent, violent winds pressing down on her from above, Debbie could still hear Marge taunting her and enjoying her suffering, but she didn't have time to reply. The air was heavy in the smell of her piss and farts, and the force of each blast of tainted air was both dragging her closer to the epicenter of the bursts and forcing her under the water's surface. It was taking all her effort to control when she breathed, so's not to swallow a mouthful of the dirtied water. Am... Am I really going to die like this? Under Marge's ass as she fart on me? She's enjoying it too. I've never seen her look more amused or emotive before! God, she's loving this...
After what felt like an eternity, but was probably no more than half a minute, the trumpeting orifice went silent and Marge lifted her rear off the seat to get a good look at Debbie's face. "Aww, what's wrong? Do you know how many young men fall over themselves to spend a night under my rear? You should be honored. But enough fun, I suppose it's time for your actual punishment now."
Debbie didn't have the energy to escape as the heaven's darkened and Marge's tight ass hovered directly over her. She could see the hole through which solid waste is evacuated from the well-aged woman's body and as the giantess strained herself a bit, it was pried open from the other side and a massive, thick log of brown doom snaked its way out of her bowels. Slowly, it stretched down to meet her, not breaking off as it spanned the distance between her and her tormentor's ass. There was no avoiding it... no escape. Closing her eyes, Debbie didn't want to accept it, but she didn't have the energy to resist as the tip of Marge's turd impacted her gut and forced her under.
Not wanting unsavory rumors to spread about her, Marge had kept her mild constipation problems a secret and undiagnosed, mainly because other than not being able to have a bowel movement for a few days at a time, it didn't affect her life. The only problem was the amount of stool she built up between movements, as she quickly filled the bowl with thick, tightly packed coils of feces. After the initial push to breach her anal sphincter, the rest rushed forward and the thought that Debra had a front row seat to the show somehow made it even easier for her to empty her bowels. It was as satisfying physically as it was arousing sexually. A grown woman buried alive under my fecal matter. Oh, what kind of face is she making? Is she begging with a higher power to save her, or are her prayers directed towards me? I am a goddess unto her. Heat rushing to her sex, Marge was tempted to masturbate right there, but needed to clean up first. Once the last nugget of stool fell to the half-full bowl below, she wiped the leftover urine from her folds and looked down to see the damage. Debra is somewhere under all of that? Poor girl, suffocating in such an undignified way. Smirking, she reached for more toilet paper to wipe her rear with, when she saw a tiny hand breach the surface of her mountainous pile.
Pulling herself from her boss' shit, Debbie's heart was beating in her ears as the adrenaline coursed through her body. Getting to the surface of the tainted water, she didn't even register the foul smells swirling around in the bowl, her lungs were happy to have oxygen at all.
"Oh my, bravo, Debra. You managed to survive a 56 year-old woman's bowel movement, you must be proud." Taunting the smaller woman, Marge smiled sadistically. "Ready for round two then?" Turning and plopping her rear on the seat again, even though she didn't have anything left in her colon, hearing the faint screams from Debbie made her wish she did.
"No, no more! Please, Marge, don't kill me! Not like this." Though she thought she was ready to face death, thoughts of her family gave her the strength to continue to fight. She wanted to make it home to them. "Please, I have a family! Let me go, I've learned my lesson. I'll do anything."
Getting off the seat again, Marge turned to address Debbie, but had to plug her nose from the intense stink coming from the bowl. "I suppose flushing you away would be a bit too wasteful and risky. What if you survived and told someone what I've done to you? Slim as a chance that might be, I don't think I'd like to risk it." Rolling up a length of toilet paper, Marge lowered a thin lifeline to Debbie, who needed no instruction to grab it. She lifted the filthy woman out of the toilet and ran the sink so Debbie could clean up.
As she washed the chunks of fecal matter off of her, the tiny woman apologized to and thanked Marge for her mercy. "Thank you, Marge. Thank you for being merciful with me. I don't know how I could possibly thank you."
"Don't misunderstand, Debra. I simply didn't want to touch you while you were covered in my feces. I haven't said I was going to spare you. The way I see it, I have two choices. I either ensure you die by drowning you in my stool, or I keep you as a sort of pet and risk you running away. I cannot let you go, if I did, I'd have to return this shrinking device and that puts my life in jeopardy, and I'm sure you can see why keeping you alive at all doesn't appeal to me either."
Stuck in the sink with the drain plugged, there was nowhere for Debbie to run. Backing away from the gigantic woman, logically her arguments made sense, so she couldn't refute them as much as she wanted to.
"With that said, there is only one thing I can do, Debra." Picking the shrunken woman up, Marge...
"W-Wait! Wait, please, Maaaaaa-!" Trying desperately to cling to the older woman's slender fingers, it only took a 'light' shake from the head nurse to break Debbie's grip and send her down into the porcelain bowl below. The water was clean, currently, but chilly. As she breached the surface and treaded water, she looked up and saw the sadistic glee on Marge's otherwise stoic, unchanging face. "Marge! Marge, please, don't do this."
"And why shouldn't I, hmm? Your attempt on my life failed and unfortunately for you, no one else witnessed it." Standing up, the gigantic woman pulled down her pants and underwear and sat on the seat, spreading her legs so she could still see her coworker. "And on the day we were upgrading all the cameras too. How very unfortunate indeed. Sure, your husband may show up looking for his invention, and you I suppose, but I can deal with that problem when he gets here." Relieving her bladder, Marge let out a long sigh as she filled the bowl with her urine.
Debbie didn't dare say anything while the golden stream impacted the bowl, the loud hiss drowning out any sound she could have made as the water she swam in became a bit warmer. Her nostrils burned from the potent liquid waste. It was hell, and one of her own making for trying to abuse the fruits of her husband's research. As the stream of piss slowly petered out, she tried again to negotiate with her boss. "Y-You're right Marge! I'm sor-"
*Bbbbrrrrrrrrftttttttttttttt!*
Bellowing loudly and echoing in the void space between the tainted water's surface and Marge's backside, a noxious flatus cut Debbie off and choked the shrunken woman on it's stink. "Oh my, you'll have to excuse me, Debra. My bowels don't move as well as they used to, so I am quite backed up, you see." Giggling as she looked between her legs at her tiny coworker, she felt another pocket of gas race towards her anus and gave her abdominal muscles a squeeze to help it along.
*Ppfft Bbrrrrrrrrrrpt!*
"My goodness, that smells quite foul from up here, I can only imagine how much more potent it must be for you." She could barely stifle her laughter at Debbie's fate as she continued to fart, squeezing out as much as she could to make her suffer. "Try not to expire from this, dear. How embarrassing would it be to lose your life to a woman's gas?"
The deafening echoes and turbulent, violent winds pressing down on her from above, Debbie could still hear Marge taunting her and enjoying her suffering, but she didn't have time to reply. The air was heavy in the smell of her piss and farts, and the force of each blast of tainted air was both dragging her closer to the epicenter of the bursts and forcing her under the water's surface. It was taking all her effort to control when she breathed, so's not to swallow a mouthful of the dirtied water. Am... Am I really going to die like this? Under Marge's ass as she fart on me? She's enjoying it too. I've never seen her look more amused or emotive before! God, she's loving this...
After what felt like an eternity, but was probably no more than half a minute, the trumpeting orifice went silent and Marge lifted her rear off the seat to get a good look at Debbie's face. "Aww, what's wrong? Do you know how many young men fall over themselves to spend a night under my rear? You should be honored. But enough fun, I suppose it's time for your actual punishment now."
Debbie didn't have the energy to escape as the heaven's darkened and Marge's tight ass hovered directly over her. She could see the hole through which solid waste is evacuated from the well-aged woman's body and as the giantess strained herself a bit, it was pried open from the other side and a massive, thick log of brown doom snaked its way out of her bowels. Slowly, it stretched down to meet her, not breaking off as it spanned the distance between her and her tormentor's ass. There was no avoiding it... no escape. Closing her eyes, Debbie didn't want to accept it, but she didn't have the energy to resist as the tip of Marge's turd impacted her gut and forced her under.
Not wanting unsavory rumors to spread about her, Marge had kept her mild constipation problems a secret and undiagnosed, mainly because other than not being able to have a bowel movement for a few days at a time, it didn't affect her life. The only problem was the amount of stool she built up between movements, as she quickly filled the bowl with thick, tightly packed coils of feces. After the initial push to breach her anal sphincter, the rest rushed forward and the thought that Debra had a front row seat to the show somehow made it even easier for her to empty her bowels. It was as satisfying physically as it was arousing sexually. A grown woman buried alive under my fecal matter. Oh, what kind of face is she making? Is she begging with a higher power to save her, or are her prayers directed towards me? I am a goddess unto her. Heat rushing to her sex, Marge was tempted to masturbate right there, but needed to clean up first. Once the last nugget of stool fell to the half-full bowl below, she wiped the leftover urine from her folds and looked down to see the damage. Debra is somewhere under all of that? Poor girl, suffocating in such an undignified way. Smirking, she reached for more toilet paper to wipe her rear with, when she saw a tiny hand breach the surface of her mountainous pile.
Pulling herself from her boss' shit, Debbie's heart was beating in her ears as the adrenaline coursed through her body. Getting to the surface of the tainted water, she didn't even register the foul smells swirling around in the bowl, her lungs were happy to have oxygen at all.
"Oh my, bravo, Debra. You managed to survive a 56 year-old woman's bowel movement, you must be proud." Taunting the smaller woman, Marge smiled sadistically. "Ready for round two then?" Turning and plopping her rear on the seat again, even though she didn't have anything left in her colon, hearing the faint screams from Debbie made her wish she did.
"No, no more! Please, Marge, don't kill me! Not like this." Though she thought she was ready to face death, thoughts of her family gave her the strength to continue to fight. She wanted to make it home to them. "Please, I have a family! Let me go, I've learned my lesson. I'll do anything."
Getting off the seat again, Marge turned to address Debbie, but had to plug her nose from the intense stink coming from the bowl. "I suppose flushing you away would be a bit too wasteful and risky. What if you survived and told someone what I've done to you? Slim as a chance that might be, I don't think I'd like to risk it." Rolling up a length of toilet paper, Marge lowered a thin lifeline to Debbie, who needed no instruction to grab it. She lifted the filthy woman out of the toilet and ran the sink so Debbie could clean up.
As she washed the chunks of fecal matter off of her, the tiny woman apologized to and thanked Marge for her mercy. "Thank you, Marge. Thank you for being merciful with me. I don't know how I could possibly thank you."
"Don't misunderstand, Debra. I simply didn't want to touch you while you were covered in my feces. I haven't said I was going to spare you. The way I see it, I have two choices. I either ensure you die by drowning you in my stool, or I keep you as a sort of pet and risk you running away. I cannot let you go, if I did, I'd have to return this shrinking device and that puts my life in jeopardy, and I'm sure you can see why keeping you alive at all doesn't appeal to me either."
Stuck in the sink with the drain plugged, there was nowhere for Debbie to run. Backing away from the gigantic woman, logically her arguments made sense, so she couldn't refute them as much as she wanted to.
"With that said, there is only one thing I can do, Debra." Picking the shrunken woman up, Marge...
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