Chista stood in the door frame. “its not the blech best. But its sturdy.” William blushed and turned around. “W…well…a….” He suddenly realized that he was trapped. The windows were boarded up, and Chista took up the door way…. “Cold hic feet.” Chista walked into the room closing the door behind her. click oh fuck… She dangled a key in front of her a bright blue nuka cola rocket key chain rattled. “You want this?” She strutted forward, and William stood there stuttering. “w…we…y…. a….”

He looked up to see that massive ball of flesh hanging over him. It quivered and groaned as Chista smirked to herself. “Sorry the girl gets a bit. Aggressive.” The belly growled at him. “I…I see that…L…Look this…. This was a mistake….” Chista cocked her head at William. “I don’t thinks so.” William swallowed. “P…Please just unlock the door and-“The jingling of keys drew his attention. Chista smiled at him “little puppy likes the keys?” as she held them above her head then tilted her head back. She’s not… She dropped the keys into her maw a deep gulp lead to a bulge traveling down her throat behind those luscious breasts and into her belly. William watched with horror and well…. “Ops.” Chista wiggled her fingers. “butter fingers.” She left William on the bed and walked over to the night stand. She drew her gun and placed it next to her knife on the end table… in arms reach. William eyed both for a moment. “Let me get out of these sweaty jeans.” Then shifted to the sight of Chista undressing.

He moved to the edge of the bed. “S…So…um…. How do you…. well….” William swallowed a bit as Chista took off her shirt freeing the largest breast he had ever seen. “ahhhh. Finally….” She reached up and grabbed the two handfuls of flesh and squeezed them. “Do what…hic” She then untied the straps for her holster placing it on the dresser then finally began the arduous task to remove those oppressive jeans… William couldn’t breath as he watches her breast shake as she twisted and pivoted to work those jeans down past her hips. “Thank you, God.” “Gods Dam it! He did go to my ass!” With a bit of effort, she kicked the jeans off under the table. William now had a complete view of Chista a natural.

Chista quickly grew bored with Williams face and swallowed dragging his shoulders into her maw then quickly pulling that into the tight throat. Now she was at William’s chest the dirty three-piece suit muted his flavor which meant that Chista simply swallowed. No flavor. No waiting. William winced as his shoulders squeeze into Chista’s throat. It won’t be long. Soon I’ll be part of something better than me. His face was visible on Chista’s throat the fact he wasn’t screaming would have creeped out a sober Chista, but this was drunk Chista. A deep rippling gulp pulled Williams upper torso into her maw then crammed it down her throat as quickly as it entered. William feels his hands reach something wrinkly which slowly envelopes them accepting them into a much warmer environment. I’m…I’m almost there. He wiggles his fingers a bit. He feels Chista shift her weight off his legs and grab his waist. William feels himself being lifted upwards. What is she… He quickly straightened his legs for the plunge. This is it.

William was submerged in hot bubbling alcohol that quickly filled his nose and mouth. He pressed his hands against the stomach walls pushing against the walls. He tried to shout to tell Chista that he didn’t want this he changed his mind! Then his legs tumbled down into the stew with him allowing William to right himself. He surged above the stinging sea taking a deep breath of the foul hot gastric gases and what little oxygen came down with him. “LET ME OUT!” He lifted his arms out of the sea around him and banged on the stomach walls. “CHISTA!” He banged again and again. Then he felt the stomach lurch and tumble all that alcohol washed over him again submerging him as the stomach shifted to its side.

“There we go.” Chista pulled her pants up the last few centimeters wiggling her hips to get her meaty globs into the confined space. “that bounty really went to my ass.” She then looked over at the holster and sighed. After a bit of gymnastics, she did get the leather holster on and finally placed her revolver on her hip. “Finally.” She grabbed her pip boy and slapped it on her wrist. “Ok let’s see what time it is.” She booted up the computer and looked over her gear on the table.Chista closed her eyes as laid on her side. “omf… Good night William.” Chista felt his kicks and hear a muffled shout but paid it no mind. Her belly rumbled and groaned as it began to churn around the meat it now had she took a deep breath as sleep easily came to her. William again pushed himself above the harsh liquid with a ragged gasp of air. He blew his nose to get the hot burning liquid out of it he rubbed his red eyes to relieve the stinging sensation all if it was to no avail. “Chista.” He whimpered he could feel the stomach lightly rise and fall with her breathing. She was asleep. Why…. Why did I want this! He remembered her soft breasts, that firm tush, the massive pot belly… He remembered how she had gone out into the wasteland and swallowed up Big Jim. Chista was someone who when out and solved the world’s problems…

“Excuse me sir?” The old Fisherman looked up at the bloated woman approaching. “Well man the harpoons a whale approaches.” Chista glared at the man who smiled and sipped his drink. “See Rupert whales are land creatures!” She looked and saw his…” partner” was a teddy bear. It’s bad luck to hurt mad men… Chista signed and approached another patron. Jaggie tapped the Ghoul with her foot. “Eyes up your number four is approaching.”

The woman was different today. That gut was massive before but know it had doubled in size as it swayed over to their table. The ghoul looked over then quickly took a drink to cover his shock. They all did. Chista placed a hand on her hip as the patrons tried to cover their shock with drinks. “Excuse me. I was looking for some information. You guys ever hear about Poseidon Energy?” The Ghoul nods his head. “Hey, I used to work for those guys! At the powerplant south east of here down on the coast.” Chista’s eyes lit up. “…could you show me on a map.” Chista offered out her Pipboy to the ghoul. The ghoul nodded “Sure can!” “Sweet Pipboy sis. I’d keep an eye on that.” Chista smiled at the armored woman. “Oh, trust me it doesn’t leave my sight.” “…there we go!” The ghoul looked up at Chista. “You know…I last saw you with that young feller…what was his name.” Jaggie shrugged. “I don’t know a sad fuck always whining about how shitty his life was.”

Chista swallowed. Oh, gods they saw me leave with a man. She looks back to the empty chair still just a nebulous ball in her memory as her mind tried and failed to put the pieces together. “Oh Ya. I really don’t remember much last night.” Jaggie scoffed. “No shit. You nearly drank poor Charlie out of a job last night. Hey, I got to ask.” She leans a bit closer. “How did you get an ass like that? Diet? Exercise?” Chista blushed at the sudden shift towards her own body. “ummm…. Diet?”

Gas Ahead and Disposal

Chista’s gut grumbled then a deep rumbling fart bellowed out causing several heads to turn and a few to start coughing. coughwheeze* “Oh Christ! What the fuck died in your ass!” Jaggie gagged a bit as the rancid smell of rotted meat and boiled cabbage flooded her nostrils. The ghoul winced. “Ah dam! Hey! my nose still works!” Chista blushed as she felt her guts shift again. Another sputtering fart blasted out causing the man behind her to miss his shot at the pool table. “Oh god lady! Take that shit somewhere else.” “and you said wearing a hazmat suit everywhere was a bad idea.” His partner stood triumphant as his friend gaged on the smell of rotten eggs. “Fuck off Carl!”

Chista started to sweat. Oh no… not here…. A deep groan told her that it was time… “where’s the bathroom in this place.” The ghoul shook his head to clear his thoughts. “Upstairs to your left.” “Thank you!” Chista turned to leave pointing that wonderful ass at their table as another blaring fart tore out of her ass. Jaggie jumped from her chair coughing to escape the foul air, the Ghoul felt his eyes water still amazed that he could still smell. Other patrons recoiled as well as Chista crop dusted them on her way out. She quickly climbed the stairs each step shifting her loaded bowels letting more gas seep out. “oh this is gonna be bad….” Ham watched the bloated woman approached him then quickly duck into the restroom with a trumpet blast from her ass. “Glad I’m not the janitor.” Charlie looked over his bar watching his customers coughing and gagging on the foul smells. He could tell that he was going to have to assume his janitorial duties in the morning…

Chista entered the run downed restroom. It was a poor sight. Fungus on the walls. The walls were cracked she doubted that the sinks worked at all. “Oh this won’t...” She placed her hands on top of her gut as her bowels trembled beneath them. She gritted her teeth and let a loud burst of gas bellow out echoing in the small restroom. She didn’t have a choice. Chista approached the first stall and opened it.
“Oh gods dam it.” It seemed that someone else had already destroyed his poor toilet…literally. The tank was knocked off the bowl and it didn’t seem to be functioning in any capacity. “Why! Why can’t Americans Fix the God’s dam bathrooms!” Her bowels lurched as something more solid moved within her. She quickly opened the next stall.

“That’s not much better!” This toilet was at least intact…somewhat. There was water in the bowl, so the tank still worked. A deep groan from Chista’s bowels told her this toilets future was in dire peril.

“There’s no way this puny little things gonna last.” She considered it for a moment then a soft puff of gas told her that it was now or never. “Ohh… This is my punishment for eating that guy isn’t it.” Chista stepped into the stall and spun around.

“Come on!” Chista again struggled with her tight pants working to get them off, shimming left and right. Soon the fabric begins to peel off her rear centimeter by centimeter until with a firm tug she frees her quivering ass cheeks from the tight embrace. “Finally!” She lowers herself on to the cool porcelain spreading her rear as she does so. Chista sighs a bit at the sensation it had been a long time since she had used a proper toilet. Not that this poor excuse of a shitter really counted in her mind but any port in a storm. Her firm buttocks swallowed up the toilet seat and spilling over the edge. “could they have made these things smaller?” Chista sighed there was no point in complaining. Her own gluttony had put her in this mess.

As soon as she relaxed, a deep brassy fart rattled the toilet bowel coating the white porcelain in a thick coating of brown. Ham looked towards the bathroom even with her ass covering the bowel its was audible to the stoic bouncer in the hall. “glad I don’t have to deal with that.” He returned to watching the door. Chista moaned a bit as the shart contributed to defile the bowel. Oh, glad that’s out of me. The odd metallic clanks were concerning as several caps were propelled out with the sputtering mudslide. Then it finished. Only for a thick soft brown log to bulge out and begin to fill the bowel with its girth. Chista looked at the pipboy pulling up the location the ghoul had marked on her map. “let’s see what we got here.”

The turd plunked into the water. Then another one of equal size began to plummet down into the bowl a shattered bonce scraps along the bowl. “Ok so if I stick to the main road It should just be a straight shot.” A deep fart ends the second turd which splats on top of its twin. Chista reaches behind her and flushes. The old worn-down toilet shudders beneath her as the pipes gurgle trying to chode down her droppings. She hears the toilet successfully deal with her offering then looks down at her bloated gut and rubs it. “this isn’t going to end well.” A warm puff of gas ramps up into sputtering shart again coating the bowl in shit. It only stops when the tatter undershirt begins to splatter out in fist size wads landing with loud splashes each time. This continues for several moment then stops as pressure builds in her gut for a moment then a deep bellowing fart frees the rest of the shirt splattering on to the pile. “ohhh… This won’t end well at all.” She tries to hold back for a moment, but the forearmed sized turd doesn’t wait.

The soft white fragments of bone tickle her anus a bit as it coils on top of the ruined shirt. Chista bares down a bit as a larger fragment of bone followed by his belt buckle widen the turd a bit then the tail end lands on the pile below with a splat. Chista sits up straight and closes as her bowels rumble with more waste. “Gotta…” She flushes again and thankfully the study toilet chokes this load down as well. “Ok you can do this. Just gotta control the flow.” Chista shifts her hips a bit as her gut groans she lets the next surge of waist out as the once nice dress pants began to surge out. The whole ruined pantleg curls around the bowel once than twice. Chista fells her rear widen as the wider waste band is pushed out with a grunt then the left pantleg coils down with the rest. She quickly hits the flush lever once more.

The toilet manages to suck down those tatter dress pants pulling one of the dirtied legs down the pipes and uncoiling the whole mass as it disappears down the pipes and clogs them. Chista sighs and relaxes once more letting a forearm thick turd studded with shattered bone and the man’s tie. It coils the bowl a few times before a trumpet blast signals its departure from her bowels. A soft grunt pushes out one those dress shoes with a single blaring fart. Chista breaths through her mouth as the smell was getting pretty ripe for her. “ugh… I’m soo sorry.” She rubs her gut as another turd plops into the bowl. She reaches and presses the flush lever. The bowl shakes a bit and the foul waist inside swirls and sinks a bit then it all stops with a gurgle. “Oh no.” She presses the lever again. Nothing happens. “No.No.No.No.” her gut seizes up unwilling to wait as it pushes another turd into the well clogged toilet below…

The massive turd contains the entirety of William’s suit jacket the massive ball of fabric quickly fills all the remain space in the toilet. Chista simply pushes there’s nothing more she can do now. The large mass stops for a moment as Chista is forced to raise herself off the toilet to let the rest of the mass drop down into the now filled bowl. Then another fist sized long coils out on top of that roping around once twice and a third time before landing with a splat. Chista clenches her ass cheeks she wasn’t done. She peeks behind her. “oh gods.” The toilet bowl is filled with waste white shards of bone poke out of the thick turds along with shreds of tan fabric. In the middle is the bundled mass of the man’s suit pugging the toilet completely. The man’s red tie pokes out of the pile draping over the toilet bowl. On top of all this is a massive soft brown snake with a girth larger than a man’s fist several large bones entombed with in as long with some shinny caps spedazzled its length. It was like some sort of twisted crown placed upon this massive toilet slaying dump. A wet fart signaled that there was more to come…

Chista shuffled out of her stall and quickly backed into the one with the broken toilet. She planted herself on the throne and relaxed once more. The man’s other shoe was quickly discharged into the bowl with a deep fart. “Please let this be that last.” Chista bared down once more letting another brown snake free this one coiled around the shoe twice before the third coil draped over it. Then another one followed suit. this time the skull fragments of William were freed from her bowels the white cap followed but his lower jaw clattered against the porcelain bowl. Chista grunted as the skulls up half passed through landing with a splat on what was already below her. It was smooth sailing after that last obstruction. Chista pushed a few more coils of shit out then with a soft air puff it was finished. She groaned and stood up to examine what she had done.

The man’s upper skull stared back at her the eye sockets filled with brown shit. Around it was the rest of his skull the lower jaw stuck out a few centimeters to the left of the skull a pack of ruined cigarettes resting against it. She spotted a dirtied blue nuka cola key chain answering the question of where her room key went. “how the fuck…” She then saw a locket of some sort imbedded in the outer layer of a massive log a few white bones poking from it. That made a whole other wave of guilt wash over her. “I’m sorry.” She muttered to the steaming turd. Chista pulled several rolls of toilet paper off wiped tossing them on top of the pile. She then stepped out of the stall and closed the door quickly closing the other one as well. Before turning to wash her hands. Chista paused and looked her reflection in the mirror. She splashed some water on her face and took a deep breath of the foul air. “its ok. Just have to make his sacrifice count.” Chista then exited the restroom with the still stoic Ham standing outside. “hey…um…about the toilet…”