“I need you to get the twins to take their bath,” Martha explained through a mouthful of hash browns, “It’s the first Saturday of the month and it’s a lot easier for you to do it than me anymore. You do remember that we all bathe once a month, right hun?”
The word “remember” rattled around in Jason’s brain until with a sinking feeling in his stomach he magically remembered that fact. The fact that he was the only one in the family who bathed at least daily, while everyone else, as Martha explained, left it until the first Saturday of the month. Jason looked at the six foot tall beach balls sitting either side of him. Normally he’d have no problem scrubbing the rugrats down, but with as fat and greasy they’d become he was having second thoughts.
“Aww, Mom,” Darcy complained, “Can’t we skip the bath and do it next weekend? It’s spring break!”
“Uhh, all the more reason to take one, squirt,” Elizabeth answered before she stuffed a handful of fried egg as well as her whole hand into her mouth.
“Baths are so dumb though,” Marcy whined, “I’ll end up dirty again anyway so what’s the point?”
“Well I let you girls skip last month,” Martha replied calmly, “so you two definitely need to get those stinky butts cleaned today.” The twins decided not to argue with their mother any further. She turned back to Jason and asked, “Think you can help, honey?”
“Uh huh...” Jason agreed, fairly unsure.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” the gigantic woman cooed as she shoved a honey glazed ham into her mouth, “You’re such a big help!”
It was decided that the twins were to bathe first, with the other three giant hams deliberated over who would go next. Jason steeled himself for the undertaking ahead, remembering that the girls were well behaved before. He only hoped that had carried over to his new reality. This was quite a punishment the witch set up for him indeed. The only normal boy in a family of fat freaks. If this was meant to be torture then mission accomplished.
By the time all the food from the table was cleared, it felt like an hour had passed. Jason thought back to all of the other times he’d cleaned Marcy and Darcy, running through his strategies. The best way he could get the twins to do anything was to act excitedly about it. Worked every time before now, so with newfound enthusiasm he led the twins to the bathroom. He felt silly leading a duo of nine year olds who towered a few inches above him, but the way things were going it couldn’t be helped.
When they got to the bathroom, Jason told them to undress while he got the tub ready, which they complied with a couple of okays. As he waited for the water to warm up, his eyes wandered and landed on the twins. First came their sweaty and stretched out shirts, which they chucked away towards Jason. They reeked of two months worth of sweat and greasy food and god knows what else, and were practically dripping. He quickly got the foul smelling and sweat soaked rags out of his eyes and immediately he got an eyeful of their bare chests. Not only were they fat enough to grow into pairs of DD boobs, they had tea saucers for areola and puffy inch long nipples as thick as a thumb if not a little thicker. They stopped a moment to examine each other, to Jason’s dismay.
“Man Darcy,” Marcy exclaimed, “your boobs are catching up to mine fast! They might be a bit bigger, even! I gotta go on another diet if I wanna keep my girls growing like they have.”
“Good luck, Marcy,” Darcy smirked, “but this time I intend to be the bigger sister. I am kinda jealous of your tummy though. It’s gotten so big that it folded in the middle!”
“Why thank you,” Marcy giggled, “When you eat as much cake as I do, you’re bound to grow a proper ladylike physique.” Jason didn’t know whether to laugh or gag at that observation, but the girls didn’t notice. “Honestly though? I’m more jealous of your butt!”
“Aww, thanks sis,” Darcy grinned, “I’m quite proud of it myself. Wanna take a closer look?” She wheeled herself around and presented her butt to her sister.
“Well not with your shorts in the way, silly!” Marcy giggled again as she helped pull them down, exposing her pale, rancid cheeks. The overwhelming stank of shit invaded Jason’s nostrils, and he could see quite a bit of it lodged between her ass cheeks. He realized with abject horror that they probably didn’t wipe, and if that were true then neither did the rest of his family. He also noticed, with fishy smelling juices dripping from it, her glistening puffy prepubescent pussy lips between her thighs. He dreaded having to clean the girls there.
“Man, I could never get tired of this booty,” Marcy sighed happily, “and it even smells stinky just like Mommy said! Mine’s pretty stinky, too! Wanna smell?” Jason turned his head away as the other twin pulled down her skirt, exposing a similar fat and shit caked butt. He started dry heaving as the stench in the room intensified.
“Mmm, extra stinky,” Darcy giggled, “I’m gonna miss all the poo between these cheeks, sis, but probably not for long." Jason dry heaved hard, drawing the girls’ attention.
“Aww, that’s right,” Marcy sighed, “Jason doesn’t like stinky stuff.”
“I know,” Darcy nodded, “but didn’t he say that he’d gotten used to it by now?” Jason suddenly felt his brain magically rewire, and suddenly the horrible stench was at least bearable, if still massively unpleasant.
“Okay, girls,” he exclaimed, clapping his hands together, “Water’s nice and hot! You two ready?”