My Best Friends Crazy Fat Sister Ch 02

INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - When crazy fat chick Zoe moves into Sean's spare room, he quickly finds out just how insane she is. However, Sean is hardly a model of sanity himself, due to his obsessive voyeurism of his new overweight housemate, long his unrequited crush.

Please be aware that these stories are extremely graphic BBW/fat girl fetish stories, and includes female characters using the toilet and having their periods. If these themes are not your thing, please consider whether you want to read these stories. All characters and events are fictional, with any similarity to real persons living or dead coincidental and unintentional. Only characters aged 18 or over engage in sexual activity.

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I was so excited as I drove the van home with Zoe's things in the back, Zoe sitting in the front passenger seat beside me wearing a jumper that showed off her big breasts, and a skirt too short for her figure, but I wasn't about to complain.

Arriving home, I helped Zoe move her things into the spare room, then said, "I'll just show you the bathroom."

Zoe looked at me with her big blue eyes. "Actually Sean, I was hoping to talk to you about that."

"Sure Zoe," I said. "Anything you want."

"I'll explain it when we get in there," said Zoe. She picked up a large sports bag, evidently not too heavy despite its size and walked with me into the bathroom.

"I've cleaned out one side of the vanity for your things," I said opening the cupboard.

"Thanks," said Zoe. "Now what I wanted to talk to you about is that you need to know two things about me. One, I like to save money and two, I'm a friend of the Earth. I just want to make sure that there's no problem with that."

I was unsure of what Zoe was talking about. "Well I can't see a problem," I said.

"Oh good, because it was a real problem with that bitch Emily," said Zoe. She opened the bag and I saw well over a hundred cloth squares of varying colors and designs, and a small plastic container. Zoe took out the container and about thirty of the cloth squares and placed them in the container, then two large blue flowery zipped-up bags. She took these items over to the toilet, placing the container of cloth squares on the cistern, and hanging one of the bags from a small towel hook next to the loo.

"I try to save money and trees by using reusable cloth toilet paper," said Zoe. She picked up three of the cloths -- one lemon, one light blue with dark blue dots and the other pink with purple flowers -- and held them up. "Of course, I use regular toilet paper when I go out and I need to go to the loo. I guess I could carry some cloth toilet paper with me but you never know how many you're going to use when you go number two, and it would be a bit embarrassing to carry around the dirty reusable cloths covered in your poo in a plastic bag." Once more, Zoe proudly held up the cloth toilet paper. "But when I'm at home, I like to use these as my toilet paper."

"You um -- use cloths -- as um, ah, err toilet paper?" I asked uncertainly, not knowing what this entailed.

Zoe laughed her somewhat crazy laugh. "Sean, relax you look so worried. There's nothing for you to worry about, I'll explain it to you. I bought over 20 old towels from a second hand shop, cut them all up and trimmed them into squares. As you can see, I've got heaps of them and I use them to wipe myself clean when I go to the toilet instead of using loo paper from the roll. They're really good, they're softer and stronger than normal toilet paper and they really absorb my pee, my poo and for one week each month, my menstrual blood."

I was worried about what the next stage of this process involved, and Zoe picked up on this. "You're going to ask me what I do with them next, aren't you Sean?" she asked teasingly.

"No," I said nervously, but Zoe again laughed.

"Don't worry, I don't throw them on the floor or anything disgusting," said Zoe. "That's what these bags are for, they're called wet bags. Each time I go to the loo, I throw the dirty cloths I've used in here, zip it up and there's none of my poo-poo smells, no hygiene issues, nothing. And every week, I change the bag over. I clean and wash all the toilet paper I've used during that week, and wash the bag too and that's all there is to it. There's nothing for you to do or see, nothing gross or smelly for you to worry about unless you're brave or silly enough to open the wet bag that's hanging next to the toilet."

"I won't," I assured her.

"So, it's okay if I use reusable cloth toilet paper while I live here?" Zoe asked.

"Yes, I don't have a problem," I assured her.

"That's good, thank you so much Sean," said Zoe. "You made a good choice. One thing you'll learn about me is that I'm one of those girls who's always going to the toilet, takes ages to finish and uses heaps of toilet paper. If I use regular toilet paper, I'm going to cost you a fortune."

"Thanks for the advice," I said, finding it hard to believe that Zoe had discussed such private things with me.

"I'm glad it's not a problem, because it sure was with Emily," said Zoe. "She went off her fucking brain, and made such a drama about it being dirty and unhygienic. I just went back to using normal toilet paper to save me the grief. It will be nice to use these again and not have people bothering me about my toilet habits which by the way aren't anybody's business but mine. I don't hassle Emily for wiping her stinky little arse with regular toilet paper."

Zoe rubbed the soft lemon cloth against her face, before replacing it back into the container with the other cloths. I felt a bit disturbed given that at some stage that cloth would have been used to wipe Zoe's vaginal or anal area clean, probably on more than one occasion, but said nothing and remembered how Zoe and Emily had bickered over the toilet paper situation earlier in the morning. The confusing conversation made sense now.

"Emily had a problem with these too, but she let it go in the end," said Zoe. She removed the other cloth toilet paper rags from the bag and placed them in the vanity cupboard along with the spare blue wet bag, then took out a box and a third wet bag, this one having red flowers.

"I wear reusable cloth menstrual pads when I'm on my period," Zoe continued. "I buy them online. They're nice and soft and absorbent which is good because I have really heavy periods, and each time I change them I put my dirty pads into this red wet bag, seal it up and wash them later, just like my toilet paper. So, when you see both the blue and the red bag next to the toilet, you know what that means and you have to avoid pissing me off that week." Zoe placed the red wet bag and the box containing her sanitary napkins into the cupboard and continued to discuss her pet topic of Emily.

"Emily took issue with me hanging my pads out to dry on the line after I'd washed them because she was worried her kids would see them and ask questions. What she could say is 'Kids, once a month both Aunty Zoe and Mummy like all women shed the linings of our uteruses and have blood coming out of our vaginas, and we need to wear pads in our knickers to absorb the blood. It's called having a period. Your Aunty Zoe, she cares about the environment and that's why she uses cloth pads that she can wash and re-use. Your Mummy, she's an uptight, selfish and anal retentive control freak who doesn't give a shit about the environment and always uses disposable pads that will take hundreds of years to fully decompose.'"

Zoe reached into the bag and to my surprise, extricated a packet of disposable sanitary napkins, super absorbent variety which she placed into the cupboard between the box containing the cloth pads and the red wet bag. She noticed my surprised expression and explained why she had these. "About 18 months ago I got a nasty yeast infection on my period and the doctor said for me to use disposable pads that cycle. These were left over, so I kept them just in case I need them again. I hope not, yeast infections in your vagina are not fun believe me."

Zoe closed the cupboard door and went back to her bedroom, me admiring her plus sized figure from behind, her big bottom accentuated by her short skirt. As she passed her bed, she sneezed and grabbed some tissues from a box.

"You use tissues to wipe your nose?" I asked. I thought that given her preference to use cloths as her toilet paper and that she mainly used cloth sanitary napkins to manage her periods that she would use handkerchiefs rather than tissues to blow her nose.

Zoe regarded me curiously, with a vaguely disapproving look as though my question was too personal and had crossed a line. "Of course I do. What else would I use?"

I thought it strange that a woman who had just shared so many private details with me about her toilet habits and her periods would be offended at a comment about blowing her noise, but much as I liked Zoe and had been secretly crushing on her for years, she was definitely strange.

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Having a woman living with me occupying my spare room felt a little odd at first after so many years alone and was very different, but given who the woman was it was a good different. I woke up early on the Sunday morning to go for a run, but Zoe was still sound asleep.

Her bedroom door was open and as I passed by I saw her full figure covered with a duvet, sound asleep. Her pretty, chubby face looked peaceful as she slept, and I could have stood looking at her all day, but thought Zoe might be little freaked if she awoke to me staring at her while she was sleeping, so went on my way.

When I returned from my run very sweaty, I could hear the shower running and Zoe was clearly awake. I paused outside the closed, locked bathroom door listening to the water, and my cock grew hard as I thought about what was going in there.

Zoe was naked under the water, washing her curvy fat body. There would be soap and water over her plump bare breasts, the fat cheeks of her bare bum, on her chubby tummy and in the curls of her blonde pubic hair, water going down her plump legs to her bare feet on the shower floor. I got harder still as I thought about Zoe opening her legs to wash her pussy, and parting the cheeks of her fat arse to wash her anus.

The shower was turned off, and I everything was quiet as Zoe dried herself and dressed. I had managed to get my erection under control, but it began to stir again as Zoe emerged from the bathroom. A fat 40-year-old woman probably should not wear hipster jeans, but that was exactly what Zoe was wearing, along with a tee-shirt with three cats on the front that was too tight for her. Zoe's massive mammary glands filled the fabric of the shirt, her fat stomach hanging out of the shirt over her skinny jeans forming a muffin top. It was understandable that Zoe's kids would be embarrassed by their mother when she went around dressing like that, but to me her clothes filled me with desire.

"Hi Sean, been for a run?" said Zoe, her manner chirpy. She stared at me, her big blue eyes while beautiful still undeniably crazy.

"Yes, it was nice out this morning," I said, trying to keep the blood from flowing to my groin.

"You look sweaty, you need a shower," Zoe advised me. Then she completely changed the subject, saying completely at random, "Don't you think the pussy cats on my tee-shirt are so cute?"

"Yes, they are cute," I said, which was true. However, when I thought about Zoe and pussy in the same sentence, I thought of only one pussy, the one between Zoe's legs. What did it look like? Did she have slim vaginal lips, or fleshy ones? What shade of pink was her pussy? Were her vulva and her anus close together, or a fair distance apart? What did her pussy feel like, was she especially damp down there or did her vagina normally stay relatively dry until something turned Zoe on? What did Zoe's pussy smell like, and what did it taste like?

"Well, I'll leave you to it," said Zoe, going on her way with me unable to resist taking a look at Zoe's fat arse filling out her hipster jeans, her white cotton full brief panties visible at the top. That Zoe was barefoot made the look from behind all the more hot, and I felt my erection rising all the more as I hurried into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind me.

In the bathroom, I did not have to worry about my out-of-control hard-on, and my penis throbbed as I undressed out of my sweaty running gear. I noticed Zoe had not hung her wet towel up to dry but simply chucked it on the floor and while normally this would have irritated me, the fact that it was done by the object of my desires meant I could not get annoyed.

As I picked up the wet towel, I thought about how it had been used to dry Zoe's naked, plus-sized body. At some stage during that process, it would have gone between her legs to dry her vagina. Could I smell Zoe's femininity on the fabric? I raised the towel to my nose to find out, but was disappointed, not the slightest scent of snatch, not even a hint of pussy smell.

Hanging up Zoe's towel, I remembered I needed a new disposable razor so opened the small cupboard under the sink and immediately stopped. On Zoe's side in addition to her massive supply of reusable toilet paper and other toiletries was the box containing her cloth sanitary pads and the packet of disposable pads. Although my conscience told me not to do, so I was unable to resist taking a closer look at my new housemate's feminine hygiene products.

Opening the box, I looked at Zoe's cloth menstrual pads and stopped in awe. They were among the most beautiful things I had ever seen, such pretty colors and fabrics. The box was divided into two parts, with the napkins on the right side larger and thicker than those to the left and fewer in number. I guessed that Zoe wore the larger pads during the night, and the smaller ones during the day.

My heart raced as my conscience told me that I should not be looking in the box. Zoe's reusable cloth sanitary pads were none of my business, and Zoe was my housemate and deserved better than having her private feminine hygiene products investigated by a nosy pervert like me. I ignored my conscience.

My cock throbbed as I looked closer at Zoe's overnight pads. The designs were so cute; there was a white pad with adorable kittens on it, and another similar one with equally cute puppies. Another overnight napkin was pink with purple flowers, one was sky blue with yellow polka dots, while another had unicorns on the fabric. One other overnight cloth napkin was plain white, but beautiful in its simplicity. Her final overnight pad was light green with dark green edging.

Zoe's standard pads were no less beautiful. One white pad had green cartoon frogs, and I could not help notice a small rust colored stain on one of the frogs close to the center of the napkin, as though Zoe hadn't quite cleaned it properly one time. Another pad was dark blue and had stars, suns, moons, comets and planets on the cover, another was white with pink roses, another had blue flowers and another had a floral bloom print of many different colors and varieties.

There was definitely a pad that would have appealed to hippie chicks, the pad a rainbow of psychedelic colors with anti-nuclear symbols. Especially cute was a pad lilac in color with friendly dolphins on the fabric, this matched by another with a variety of cartoon animals on the cover such as foxes, rabbits, mice and rats. One pad had a seascape design with sea shells, fish, sharks, stingrays, starfish and sea horses. Another cute pad had teddy bears and another was covered with dinosaurs. There was one pad that I supposed only saw action in December; it was white with holly, candy-canes, wrapped presents, Christmas trees and Santa Claus cartoons.

Another pad would have been loved by a menstruating math teacher -- it had complicated calculus style equations and geometric shapes on the cover. I loved Zoe's Australiana style pad. It was yellow in color with green edging, and the cover had eucalyptus leaves and Australian animals -- a kangaroo, a wallaby, an emu, a goanna lizard, a taipan snake, a crocodile, a platypus, an echidna, a dingo, a koala, a wombat, a cockatoo and a Tasmanian devil. Another pad had cartoon superheroes on the cover and I thought they would have to be pretty brave to go where they were going in a few weeks' time. Even Zoe's plainer cloth pads -- pink, light blue, light green, lemon, orange and white -- were beautiful and feminine. There were so many and I could hardly decide on a favorite.

I picked up the purple napkin with the dolphins on the cover, and felt the softness of the cotton and the absorbent material within the pad. The pad had wings that Zoe would wrap around her knickers and popper fasteners to attach the wings together and hold the napkin in place.

I then thought of Zoe pulling her knickers up, adjusting the pad so it was comfortable around her pussy, and in the right position to catch her menses as they flowed in abundance from her vulva. My cock throbbed as I thought of what Zoe's period pad would look and smell like after several hours between her legs absorbing her menstrual blood.

I replaced the pad into the box and closed it, then took my new razor and began to shave, pondering why I was thinking this way. I ran my hands through my light brown hair and looked at my reflection in the mirror, still trying to figure it out. Periods were not sexy, I normally found the subject quite uncomfortable and had never fantasized about menstruating girls before. So why was I getting my rocks off thinking about Zoe on her period and looking at her feminine products? As I finished shaving and stepped under the shower, I thought about how a few minutes earlier, Zoe's beautiful plus-sized body had been naked in here, and my raging erection could no longer be controlled. Taking my cock in my hand, it took less than 30 seconds to cum, sticky white semen spraying in abundance before the water washed it away down the drain.

*

Spending time with Zoe on our first full day together, I found myself wondering if perhaps Zoe was undiagnosed ADHD. She would be concentrating on one thing, then inexplicably would lose interest and find something else to hold her attention. Other times she would stare blankly into space, or pick up her phone and mindlessly scroll through it. Sometimes she would talk to me incessantly, other times it was like I did not exist. ADHD could make sense. As a child, teenager and young adult Zoe was completely focused on tennis so perhaps this masked early symptoms of the disorder, which only came out as she lost her focus and went off the rails later?

Outside the notoriously fickle Melbourne weather had turned wet for the day, so I felt less guilty about watching the football on television that afternoon than weeding the back garden. As I sat on the couch, Zoe came in and sat her big bottom down next to me, looking at me with her blue eyes which darted all over the room. "What you doing?" she asked.

"I'm watching the football," I said.

"Oh, can I watch with you?" she asked.

"Of course, be my guest," I said.

Zoe sat down beside me. "My ex-husband played football. He's a fucking dickhead." After sharing her thoughts on her ex, Zoe stared intently at the game for five minutes before standing up abruptly and declaring, "This is boring." She looked back at me, again randomly changing the conversation topic. "I like living here."

"I'm glad you like it here," I said.

"Yes, because I don't have to put up with Emily. Fuck, my brother's wife is a nagging bitch."

"Emily's okay, Zoe," I said. "I've been friends with her for years."

Zoe rolled her eyes. "It figures that Emily is a geologist, she's got about as much personality as one of the fucking rocks she gets paid thousands of dollars to study. She's a snotty, stuck-up bitch, and ten times worse when it's that time of the month. Mind you, I'm a bitch too when I've got my period. But with Emily, I think the only way my brother tolerates her is that he's allowed to get into her pants. Don't you agree?"