Taylor’s brother had a total gaming problem.

Ever since he was like seven years old, all

he’d do was sit inside and play call of duty or fortnite or whatever else was popular. And
he really did do nothing else. The most movement he could bother to commit to was to
waddle over to the toilet (he had ballooned way past the 400 pound mark, which was
impressive for a 14-year-old), and even that was on a good day. He seemed to have
mastered his rectal processes to the point where he only went to the toilet once a day,
saving himself up in preparation to clog the toilet, which was obviously Taylor’s issue to
clean up.

She had, frankly, had enough.

She was seventeen but she felt like an adult, at least compared to her oversized baby
of a brother. Alongside being the one who had to unclog the toilet for her brother’s
daily shits, she also had to bring him food for every meal of the day. Considering that
he basically ate his own body weight in snacks and candy (not to mention soda), she
didn’t see the point in bringing him green beans and liver. It would in no way balance out
his inactive lifestyle or horrible diet, but her parents held out hope. If only they had
been the ones forced to enter her brother’s stinking, horrible room they might have
changed their minds.

In contrast, almost to distance herself from him, Taylor made a point of keeping
herself in shape and upholding social connections. She had friends, she had good
grades, and most ruefully for her brother, she had an amazing body.

Slim stomach, full, exquisite hips and thick tits that basically defied gravity. She knew
what she had and she wasn’t afraid to flaunt it. Unknown to her, this only irked her
teen brother even more.

“In that case, Taylor, we’ll be off now. Don’t forget to feed your brother,” her mother
said condescendingly as they both closed the door in her face, leaving for yet another
one of their nightly excursions to the opera or the theatre. She had stopped trying to
make sense of where they were going. Probably anywhere to get out of the house. Sure,
her brother kept most of his stench inside his room, but it seeped out. Sweat, farts,
shit… She could never get used to it.

Either way, it was another night on babysitter duty. She could hardly remember the
days when babysitting her brother involved the two of them downstairs, playing mario
kart together on the wii. Nowadays, she couldn’t even see the two as the same person.
That blob of lard up there was not something she could ever have loved.
Balling her fists, Taylor moved towards the kitchen. Her brother’s dinner was sitting
cold on the table, covered with a sheet of plastic. It was an immense meal, made up of
beans and liver. Horrible combination. Did her parents want him to smell like a can of
surströmming?

Scowling in disgust, she picked the plate off the table and stuck it in the microwave on
high. If she was lucky, he might burn himself. If she was even luckier, the wound might
get infected and she wouldn’t have to deal with his lardass anymore.

Swaying her hips by instinct, she carried the plate up the stairs and down the hall, past
the stinking toilet (the smell would never go away) and toward the room at the end of
the hallway. Even from several metres away, the pungent smell was enough to make her
frown. She would have liked to plug her nose, but the plate was hot as balls and she had
to use both hands to carry it.

The sound of angry, teenage barking reached her ears as soon as she reached the door.
“Fucking asshole, bitch-ass-, I swear I’ll fucking—cocksucking homo I’m going to fucking
maul you, you stupid fucking…”

Mentally plugging her ears, she tore the door open.

“Fucking bitch, I told you to fucking knock you stupid fucking whore!” her brother,
Todd, screamed without removing his eyes from the screen for even a second. The
stench of the room hit her like a barrelling truck. She felt nauseous, and purely by
instinct, she held her breath. Moving like a toy soldier, she approached her brother, not
bothering to keep the scowl off her face. She put the plate on his desk, moving to grab
the emptied plate from a few hours earlier. Something on the screen flashed in red and
her brother groaned in annoyance. “Fucking shit bitch, because of you I fucking died!”

She didn’t do anything apart from shooting him a quick glare. He clicked his tongue and
looked away. In the following silence, she took the moment to mutter under her breath,
“Wouldn’t have died if you could actually play, fatass…”

A hand flew out and grabbed hold of her blonde, silky smooth hair with surprising
strength and she gasped, inadvertently breathing in a mouthful of the pungent air
surrounding her sweating, perpetually unbathed sibling. “The fuck did you just say,
bitch?”
She didn’t respond. Last time she mouthed off against him he hit her. Obviously, their
parents didn’t believe it, and once they did, they excused it with a bit of typical sibling
rivalry. No doubt fearing their son just as much as she did.

And so, even when he grabbed her beautiful chin with his sweaty, cheeto-covered
sausage fingers, she didn’t say anything. She even resisted the urge to spit in his eye.

Strangely enough, his eyes—hardly visible, encased inside mounds of slick flab—lit up in
erotic inspiration. “You know what, bitch? I think I’ve been too easy on you. No matter
how nicely I tell you to do shit, you just fuck it up like some stupid fucking bimbo! You’ll
never learn because you’re too busy sitting on guy’s faces and jumping in their pants like
a fucking whore. I think it’s about time I used you the right way.” He grinned, making
the flaps of his cheeks squish and stretch unnaturally.

Realising that he was being serious, Taylor’s eyes widened. “H-, hey, Todd, come on!
Brad isn’t like that, he doesn’t-,”

“Shut it, bitch!” The exertion of shouting and clutching her by the hair and chin was
already exhausting him to the point of panting. Or maybe it was excitement for what
was to come. “No, I’ve been thinking…” He gulped and wiggled in his seat—an extra large
gaming chair designed for people way beyond obese. “I’ve kind of been needing a new
gaming chair.”

“Wh-, what?” Taylor said. “What the fuck do you-,”

A slap cracked across her face. “Didn’t I tell you to fucking shut up, okay?!” His mouth
twisted into an excited, borderline manic grin. “You’re a chair now, okay? That’s all you
are. If I hear one word out of your stupid broad mouth, I’ll make you go stiff like a real
chair, too.”

He meant it. He really meant it. Her eyes, now large and wide, jumped from his
disgusting face to his stomach. Beneath the immense expanse of fat, a small prick
bulged against the crusty sweatpants he wore.

She grabbed his flabby wrists, trying to exert the muscle she had worked so hard to
build up, using her superior physique to try to fight him off, only to find his flabby,
useless arms effortlessly keeping her off, his naturally stronger body making all her
efforts look like nothing. Terror and prideful rage bubbled up within her. “Fuck you, you
fucking lardass! I’m not some fucking object, you sexist-,”
Not another word left her flawless mouth before one of his massive hands slammed
against the side of her skull, knocking her out cold.

She woke up to the sound of grunting. As might be expected from someone who was
just punted into oblivion, her first instinct was to touch the sore spot on her head, only
to find herself unable to move her arms. She blinked her eyes open. The stentch hit
her again, and the darkness confirmed that she was still in her brother’s room. She
tried to move, to stand up, but found out just as quickly that she was tied up tightly,
her arms forced to her sides, her knees folded beneath her, resulting in a position best
described as seiza. Even worse, she was stripped completely naked.

Her heart got caught in her throat and she began trying to squirm out of it, only to
realise that she had been tied perfectly with ropes in a style she could somewhat
recognise as bondage.

Another grunt. She craned her neck to see her brother standing over by his king-sized
bed, removing his pants. “Guh. Guh.” He turned to look at her, grinning. “Awake already,
chair?” In her shock, she couldn’t respond. “I had to tie you up so you—guh—wouldn’t
try to become animate. Guh.” She could only stare in shock as he stumbled out of his
pants, revealing the tights beneath. And then, while she stared in awe, he removed
those too, bending over and exposing his shit-encrusted asshole to her in the process.

“Yeah,” her brother breathed while she tried to keep herself from dry heaving. “Get a
good look. Soon that’s gonna be all that you see.”

Once she recovered enough to speak, she hesitantly said, “Hey, come on Todd, you’re
not really going to-,”

“Shut up!” he bellowed. “Didn’t I say before that chairs don’t speak?” He snickered at
his own cleverness. “Besides, I’ve got a game and dinner to get back to. So just shut up
while I get comfortable, okay?” He grinned sadistically. “Since you’re so used to getting
your ass eaten, you must be really knowledgeable at how to do it.”

And with his piece said, Todd began to lumber over towards her. She only now realised
she was positioned right in front of his desk, only just barely at the height to see the
bottom of his screen. In terror, she looked back at Todd only to realise he was now
standing right above her, looming. She had never felt smaller. “H-, hey, come on, you’re
just kidding, you’re not actually going to-,
“Remember to kiss my pucker, sis!” Todd said, and before she could get her bearings
enough to react, he took a step over her, letting his momentous, world-encompassing
ass hang just a few seconds over her shadowed face before fully sitting down,
encompassing her everything with his sweaty, shitty ass.

Her face instantly slipped between the cheeks and into the crack. High above, she
could hear her brother give a slight groan before wiggling back and forth on top of her,
pressing down on top of her with enough force to bury the entirety of her face
between the mounds of fat that were his asscheeks. Cruelly enough, her nose quickly
found itself slipping snugly inside his shit-encrusted asshole and her brother sighed,
content.

With the force of several hundred pounds pressing down on her, she understandably
felt as though her spine was going to snap, but thankfully, it never did. With her face
and mouth pressed inside his ass, she couldn’t even imagine crying for help, much less
breathing at all.

Above her, she could hear the muffled sound of her brother getting back online. “Sorry
for the wait guys my bitch of a sister was being fucking annoying again. Always trying
to boss me around, lol.”

There was a pause. Then, as though realising something, her brother slapped her across
the tits. “Bitch, didn’t I fucking tell you to kiss the pucker?!”

Blinking, she stared at the slowly flexing asshole in front of her. She tried to cringe
back but was completely affixed in place. Another slap cracked across her tits and in
pure fear, desperation, she jutted out her jaw, puckered her lips and forced herself to
press the trembling organ against her brother’s dirty pucker. Above, she hearn her
brother groan in pleasure. She drew back. Some of the shit got dislodged and stuck to
her lips but there was no way to remove it or wipe it off. She was stuck in a nightmare.

Then, she began to hear a pig-like, grunting sound. After a few seconds she realised
her brother was eating the dinner she brought him. Moments later, she heard him hiss
in pain before slapping her tits again. “The liver was too fucking hot! You want me to get
burnt?!”

She suppressed the urge to open her mouth and reply, if only because she knew it would
only give her a lungful of sweaty shit.
“Fucking bitch. Get burnt on—hnngg—this…” And with a grunt, she heard something
above her grumble, and before she had time to prepare herself, the pucker right
before her nose puffed up and then opened wide, releasing a noxious fart that smelled
like digested eggs and liver and felt like a shower of magma. Her eyes began to water
and she honestly felt like puking, but then the weight on her shoulders suddenly gave
way and the anus before her didn’t close, it was still open, spreading across her nose,
and then her forehead, swallowing her inch by inch, until…

…Pop!

Her entire head, down her neck all the way until her shoulders popped inside his
rectum, swallowed up like a mere buttplug. The only way she understood what really
happened was by the intense moan that reverbated from the outside, likely from her
brother.

Everything was suddenly so hot and slimy and it smelled like something beyond sewers
and digested beans and farts. She would have passed out if it wasn’t for the adrenaline
tearing through her body.

Inside, she could hear everything. She could hear his stomach, gurgling, greedily
accepting and digesting the liver and beans she had brought him. She could hear the
rumble of his intestines, moving faeces along, right towards her.

In delirious fear, she began moving her head back and forth, but with the pressure
pressing down on her and the walls massaging against her, it was weak and did nothing
but pleasure her captor and master. She could barely even breathe. Outside, between
chews and curses against his own teammates, Todd moaned in pleasure, only pausing his
gorging and playing to briefly pleasure his own cock.

She could barely even hear it from inside him, but she understood that Todd said,
“Shit, yeah, oh, that’s good, maybe you’re an actually useful chair after all, fuck… I did
think you were a bit too high up… Damn…”

Was this all she would be? Was this everything she meant to her brother? A chair and
nothing more? Something hot ran down her cheeks but she couldn’t tell if it was tears
or anal juices.
A few minutes passed and her brother had finally finished his dinner, ending it with a
massive burp and an even worse fart and moved as a bubble, dragging across her face
before finally blasing out of his immense ass. And this must have been on purpose too,
because with that fart, he pressed down again, threading his asshole over her
shoulders, too, only getting stopped by her fat tits. Between his moans, she could hear
him curse at his teammates, telling them that he’d rape their mums and shove them up
his ass.

This struck a chord. Was that where she was going?

“No, no…!” Muffled, she began to protest, moving back and forth with all her strength,
exerting her well-earned stamina to essentially become a vibrator.

Her brother, meanwhile, only reacted by intermittantly grunting, “Yeah, fuck yeah, keep
squirming you fucking chair… Get in my ass…”

And as fate would have it, it was her squirming that finally let his ass stretch all the
way across her immaculate tits, thrusting Todd down below them, and with the force of
that descent, also slide down her toned, beautiful stomach, sealing her entire upper
body within the inside of his flabby, flubbery body.

He moaned as his ass connected with her lap, unable to go any further as the both of
them were basically on the floor. He groaned there for a few seconds while his sister
sobbed within his intestines. Despite almost being fully engorged within his ass, due to
the immense size of his fat stomach, she wasn’t even visible.

Slowly, groaning, Todd stood up again, Taylor’s still bound legs dangling outside his
asshole like a tail. She almost began to slide back out, but Todd was too quick, grabbing
hold of her thighs and keeping her in place. For a second, he didn’t do anything, and
Taylor almost gained a crumb of hope before he ruthlessly hit his own stomach, bashing
her into the shit now pressing against all sides, screaming, “You made me fucking lose
another game, bitch! That was a competitive match you fucking slut!”

Frantically, she tried to kick her legs, but they were bound together. He paused for
another few seconds. “But, shit,” she could hear the smile in his voice, “if I knew you
wanted to be inside me that bad I wouldn’t have called you chair!” He gave a bellow of a
laugh that massaged more shit into her hair and naked breasts. “I would’ve called you
buttplug!”
While she tried to reel from what was happening, she suddenly felt her bare feet touch
the ground. Was this it? Would he finally let her out and show her that this was all a
sick joke? Would it finally be over?

“Hold still… just… like… that!”

He sat down again, right atop her hips, his anus effortlessly stretching across her
perfectly plump buttocks, down her slim, perfectly shaped thighs and finally engulfing
her perfectly trained calves, sending almost the entirety of her inside his fat ass,
leaving only her tiny, useless feet dangling outside. This forced her upper body so far
up that she had to curl into a ball, still practically invisible from the outside, only barely
worth more than an unusually large meal.

Her brother gave a sigh of pleasure, before wide-leggedly waddling over to his bed to
lie down on his back. He couldn’t see across his mountain of a stomach to his prick and
the feet sticking out, but he knew that he hadn’t climaxed just yet. His eyes fell on his
massive stomach, barely a dent on it despite the massive buttplug lodged inside it. He
gave it a smack, feeling his sister flinch and squirm in a delightful way.

“Hey, bitch, I know you can fucking hear me,” he said at his stomach. She didn’t move in
response. He grinned to himself. “Do you wanna get out yet?” A small movement. A
flinch of hope, maybe. “If you wanna get out, all you need to do is give me a footjob.
That’s it.” She didn’t move the slightest in there. He slapped his stomach hard, barely
suppressing a moan and the way she squirmed in there. “Just fucking do it
and—hnng—I’ll let you right out, okay?”

There was no response. But then, after a few seconds, he felt her legs move. More
specifically, her feet.

At first, they just moved here and there, making his erect cock quiver, but then they
touched the base of his balls and he could just about feel the precum drip down his
prick. He slapped his stomach again. “Yeah, right there, fucking do it, whore.”

Slowly, hesitantly, he felt her smooth, supple feet move across the base of his cock, up
alongside the shaft, her right foot massaging his dick while her left rubbed against his
balls. He grunted in pleasure and slapped his stomach again, making her squirm like the
pathetic fucking buttplug she was. “Fuck, hnnng, yeah, shit…”
She did it expertly, perfectly, and it didn’t take long before he felt himself hit the
edge of an orgasm totally unlike what hentai would give him. “Yeah, shit-!” And while she
kept pathetically rubbing him and getting him off, as his cock throbbed in the final
throes of edging, he reached down, his fingers touching her silky feet, and the feeling
of her entire body twitching in surprise and fear was enough to get him over the edge,
because as he moaned and ejaculated a spray of white cum over his own sheets, he
pushed the last bit of her inside his anus, feeling his pucker close around those perfect
little toes still covered in pre.

Grunting, groaning and panting, Todd stood up from his bed, feeling how his sister
squirmed inside his stomach with newfound might and fear. He simply slapped his
stomach again, feeling how her movements were already making his cock stand again.
This time though, he wouldn’t need help.

Inside, Taylor knew that this was it. She wanted to scream and cry but nothing would
escape the stomach of her brother. A stomach borne of laziness and gluttony, without
a cent’s worth of effort that now held a body she had forged after years of body and
sweat, a body that could easily leave men drooling over her, now reduced to nothing but
an oversized buttplug for a pathetic teen.

She felt him sit back down on his gaming chair. “Guess you didn’t make for such a good
chair after all, sis!”

Slowly, while listening to the sounds of Todd’s stomach digesting beans and liver and
cheetoes and soda, alongside Todd’s muffled cursing, Taylor passed out, her final
breath being a rank fart and anal juices.

On the outside, Todd kept gaming for hours on end, only stopping to slap his stomach
and rub one out, only noticing his sister once she no longer squirmed for him, but by
that point her existence had been fully overshadowed by a well-earned rank-up in the
game. Unbeknownst to him, around the time his parents came home and blissfully went
to bed, his sister had already begun getting churned into shit, joining with the already
digested liver and beans.

Her honed body was dissolved into mostly shit and waste, with the rest becoming only
more fat on her brother’s flabby, useless body. Not that what she added was enough to
be visible. If anything, the exertion of getting him off had consumed as many calories
as she added. She didn’t make a bulge, nor did she leave one.
Todd spent the whole night gaming, only noticing his sister’s passing in the extra-rank
farts that began seeping out of his shitty asshole. “Damn, sis, you sure smell bad, huh?”

Early in the morning, Todd felt something big and hard press against his asshole with a
stunning emergency. By this point, standing up left him panting, but when you need to
go, you need to go. And so, after checking the hallway for any sign of his parents, he
waddled down the hall and into the bathroom, pressing one hand against his ass and the
other his slightly aching, ominously rumbling stomach.

“Shit, you really wanna get out,” he mumbled to himself, only barely having time to pull
down his underwear before sitting down on the toilet. Grunting, he pressed as hard as
he could, feeling something hard against his asshole. After a few seconds of grunting
and groaning, he felt the unknown object pop out, landing in the bowl with a bony
clatter. He only had time to look down and see it was a shit-encrusted skull before a
torrent of shit emerged from his ass in a spray of burning magma, filled with balls of
half-digested hair and dislodged teeth.

The spray stopped for a second as he had to force out a compact log that had grown
around what seemed to be her femur. It plopped into the bowl and he soon forced out
another similarly massive turd of what had once been his own sister but was now
nothing but waste, on the same level as cheetos and beans. It took a few minutes to
press out all of it, but once he had, when he stood up, he found a pile of dung and waste
well enough to fill the bowl almost to the very top. Half-buried and almost on the very
bottom was her bleached-white skull, staring up at him with shit for eyes. He grinned
down at it, and before he uselessly tried to flush it down only to leave it for his parents
to clean up, he gave her a final wank, spreading his seed on top of what had once been a
human.