Suddenly, Jason could hear the muffled sounds of a phone buzzing accompanied by Childish Gambino.
"Oop! Hold that thought, bro!" Elizabeth said as she dug her phone out of her duffel bag, "Now who could be... oh it's Shauna! You remember her, right Jason? One of my big friends. Lemme just...," She answered the phone while Jason's mind swirled with new memories associated with this disgusting new reality he'd found himself in.
Horrifyingly, his family weren't the only mountainous balls of fat, sweat, and feces in the world. In fact, a sizable if ironically small portion of the population were giant oblivious slobs, and Liz's friend Shauna was one of them apparently. He remembered Shauna as a very lean and sprightly girl with limbs like a newborn deer and a face like a porcelain doll. That image of her was soon corrupted in his mind as she shot up 8 and 1/2 feet tall and fattened up to about as wide. Now he remembered her with limbs like stacks of thick jiggling pancakes, and a face that was more porcine than porcelain. Jason was about ready to cry.
"Man, you would not believe what just happened to me this morning," he heard Elizabeth regale into her phone, "I was out on my workout, right? I brought my little bro Jason to spot me and I gotta tell ya, he was acting a bit weird earlier today. Like, okay listen, he forgot that I workout every Saturday until I reminded him. Right, just like a brain fart! Tell you what else he forgot? He forgot that he rides in my bra while I jog. Right? He even offered to jog with me but like, there's no way I'm gonna have my spotter get exhausted before the end of the warm-up! Plus, he forgot how to watch my squatting form, like...? No, no, look. There's having a brain fart, and then there's what Jason's doing. It's not even April Fool's Day, so like... why is this happening?
"Oh, Shauna," Elizabeth continued, "Speaking of squats, guess what I ended up doing all over my little brother's face? N- come on, you're never gonna guess! Heck yeah I shit all over him! N-No it wasn't on purpose! I mean... kinda yeah, it did feel pretty good. Man, now I wish I had done it on purpose." Jason gagged upon hearing that statement, not that his sister would notice. "Hmm? Oh yeah, you'd think that, but I shred my yoga pants a while before I unloaded my ass all over him. Would you believe me if I said I thought he was buried in mud at first? Yeah, my stupid ass didn't even realize why he suddenly smelled like a septic tank all of a sudden until he pointed it out! I mean, how crazy is that?"
Jason stopped listening to this atrocious line of conversation as he dug through his duffel bag for anything useful. He felt unclean, and before he did anything else he needed to reverse that fact. He dug out a spray bottle labeled "portable shower", a change of workout clothes, deodorant body spray, and another towel. With great haste he dove behind a nearby hedge just out of sight of anybody and stripped down to his skives. He spritzed himself with the spray bottle liberally to at least get as much shit out of his hair and skin as he could before he put on his new clothes. After a quick towel off and an admitted overzealous use of body spray, he finally felt clean enough to emerge from the leafy divider and return to his sister. Just in time, too, because she just hung up.
"Okay bro, change of plan," Elizabeth explained, "Let's cut the workout short today, because Shauna's treating the group to brunch at Binge Burger. So it'll be me, her, Ann Marie, and Olivia. The big girl squad, you know. She said to bring you with me if I wanted, but I figured I should ask you about it first. So... wanna come with?"
"I... uh... before I answer that..." Jason stammered, averting his gaze away from his bottomless big sister, "Y-your pants are still... you know..."
"Oh shit, duh," Liz realized, "The whole 'incest repulsed' thing, I got it. I keep forgetting that's a thing with you. Luckily I came prepared, just like you!" She bends down to dig through her duffel bag, unknowingly mooning Jason as she did. Jason averted his gaze as best he could, but like the scene of a nasty car accident he had trouble keeping his eyes off of the overlarge, cellulite riddled expanse of rump and shit coated intergluteal crease. Eventually, the super sized obese girl pulled out what appeared to be an entirely too small white skirt to cover herself up. "Well... half prepared. Forgot to pack underpants again. Guess I'll have to go commando." Even with the skirt on it only covered about half of her butt, and Jason could still see her sweaty pussy lips poking out from underneath. He doubted underwear would have mattered at this point, since her monstrous cheeks would have just swallowed them. "So? How do I look?"
"It... It'll have to do," Jason sighed in defeat.
"Coming from my little neatnik brother that's a compliment," his sister smirked, "So, you wanna come with me to Binge Burger or what?"