“Not yet,” the girls said in unison.
“We should probably poo first,” Marcy said as she climbed her huge doughy body onto the large toilet and sat down.
“We’d do it in the bath otherwise,” Darcy added, “Us big people have loose bowels, ‘member? That’s how mommy explained it to us.” Jason dry heaved again as the curse’s magic restored that particular memory. He realized that although his family were aware of their loose bowels, they still probably weren’t aware of how gross they probably were to other people!
“Oh, Darcy!” Marcy exclaimed as she shifted her huge, hammy butt into a comfortable arrangement, “Did I tell you about what happened yesterday at recess? Some of us girls were having a tea party and I wound up filling my shorts at the table. Susie the new girl passed out!”
“Oh, that’s why you came home without your pants!” Darcy replied with awe, “Is she okay?”
“Yeah, she’s fine,” Marcy shrugged, “She just moved here and her old town didn’t have any big people. She just wasn’t used to big people stink. Oh, speaking of!” Suddenly her body started unloading the hardest fart Jason had heard or smelled that morning. He was only just able to bear it, but his eyes began to water and he buckled over in agony. The fart began to petter out as she started to unload a log of shit as thick as Jason’s thigh that reeked to high heaven.
“Ahh... that’s the stuff,” Marcy moaned as she leaned back to enjoy her pooping session. As she did, a stream of her piss sprayed over the bowl and sprayed Darcy in the face. The raven haired twin squealed in surprise.
“Marcy! You’re peeing on me!” Darcy squeaked. Jason was having a silent panic attack.
“Oops! Sorry, sis,” the red haired twin apologized, “Do you want me to stop?” Jason prayed for the answer to be “yes”.
“No, it actually feels pretty good,” Darcy shook her head, “You should warn a girl though. That came outta nowhere!” Jason felt about ready to pass out, consoling himself with the reminder that he was about to give them a much needed bath. By the time Marcy was empty, the bowl was stuffed to the rim with disgusting ass chocolate and Darcy was drenched in a puddle of salty piss. The twins traded places, flushing the toilet as they went. To Jason’s surprise, the toilet was able to swallow the titanic dump the tot had deposited by the time Darcy starting taking care of her business.
“Feel free to give me a golden shower too, sis,” Marcy said while Darcy farted into the bowl. The other twin nodded as her own log started dropping, leaning back to wee all over the redhead. The girls were giggling up a storm, as if this were completely normal to them. Jason was curled up in the fetal position with a thick foam pouring from his mouth and his eyes rolled backwards.
“Aww, poor big brother,” Darcy giggled, “Never did have the stomach for seeing this kind of stuff.”
“Aww, it’s okay if you can’t handle big people being gross, Jason,” Marcy cooed, “Lotsa little people can’t even stand their own poop! That’s what Daddy explained anyway.” Jason was listening, but he was too grossed out to respond. So they did realize that they were gross, but didn’t seem to care? Oh how he wanted to strangle that witch! He was probably going to die before the day was over.
Soon Darcy was emptied out too, and her own dump went down the toilet. Jason shakily pulled himself back up into a standing position, his whole body trembling like a leaf and pale as death. So what if the twins were revolting meatballs who liked to piddle each other and forgot to use the toilet paper? He was gonna scrub them clean either way, so at least he wouldn’t have to smell the horrible stench anymore.
“Okay,” Jason wheezed, “You remembered to use the toilet instead of the bathtub. Thank you. You ready to take a bath now?”