INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - After a week of sharing a house together, crazy BBW Zoe and seduces love-struck Sean and they become much more than room-mates.
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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On Saturday morning, I awoke early to make a start on scrubbing the tiles in the shower in the bathroom. It was a job I disliked and had been putting off, so I thought I would tackle it early to get it out of the way. I put on a pair of yellow rubber gloves and collected my brushes and cleaning fluid, and got to work.
I had only been going a couple of minutes when into the bathroom walked Zoe. She was wearing her long pink pajamas and was barefoot, her long blonde hair up in a ponytail.
"Morning Zoe," I said cheerfully, trying not to stare too hard at Zoe's beautiful plus-sized butt looking so good in her pink pajamas.
"Morning Sean," she said in response. She then pointed at the toilet. "I just need to sit on the toilet for a while."
"Sure Zoe, I'll be right out of your way and the bathroom is all yours."
To my astonishment, Zoe reached behind herself and closed and locked the bathroom door, before walking towards the toilet. "You look really busy there Sean, I don't want to hold you up so if you just work around me, that's fine with me."
"Um -- ah -- Zoe -- I don't -- I mean," I stammered. I was totally off guard. I wanted to see Zoe on the toilet more than anything in the world, but now it was potentially going to happen I felt my heart racing, nerves sweeping my entire body.
Zoe smiled a brilliant smile on her pretty face. "Sean, relax. All I'll be doing is sitting on the toilet doing the two most natural, normal things in the world. I'm not worried about it and I'm the one who's going to be on the loo. You look terrified."
"I um, don't know," I managed to stammer before Zoe cut me off.
"Sean, girls go to the toilet in front of each other all the time. If it makes you any feel any better, you're a girl for the next 10 minutes or so. Your name is Shauna, Sian or Siobhan. You're making my job of imagining you as a girl much easier, with those yellow rubber gloves. All you need is an apron and you'll look the part completely. Now, don't you know it isn't very polite to hold up girls who need to use the toilet?"
With that, I could only watch with wide eyes as Zoe stood in front of the toilet and untied the waist string of her long pajama bottoms and slid them down to her ankles, her white full-brief panties now in view. Then she hooked her thumbs into the elastic waistband of her knickers and pulled them down to her ankles too, before lowering her fat bottom down onto the toilet seat and positioning herself so she was comfortable on the loo and reaching to the side to unzip her blue wet bag.
What Zoe had said about pretending I was a girl for the duration of time she was on the toilet I wished was true, because if I really was a girl I would not have had the problem I had now of concealing a raging erection in my undies from the object of my affections as she sat on the toilet.
The problem was that Zoe looked so darn cute on the toilet with her panties and pajama bottoms around her ankles, her pretty bare feet poking out under the hems of her lowered pajamas. On the double-cotton saddle of Zoe's panties was a cream-colored stain from her vagina self-cleansing during the night. That her long blonde hair was up in a ponytail made her all the cuter. But most of all, I could now see two things that I had longed to see for many years -- Zoe's pubic hair and her vagina, courtesy of her open knees.
As I expected, Zoe's pubic hair was blonde, a luxurious triangle of curls over her pubic mound. Her pussy was oval-shaped and pink in color, with perfect symmetry. But what amazed me most was how slim Zoe's pussy lips were, and how tight her vagina looked. If Zoe's vagina was placed on a prim 18-year-old girl who had never inserted a tampon, much less had anything go up there for sexual purposes, then it would have looked correct. But Zoe was a 40-year-old woman who had been married and given birth to two children to two different fathers, neither of them her ex-husband. Obviously her pussy had seen plenty of action. Yet Zoe's vagina somehow still looked like the vagina of a virgin.
I tried to concentrate on cleaning the tiles rather than Zoe's pussy and get my raging hard-on under control, when I heard a sound that was music to my ears -- the tinkling, trickling noise of Zoe urinating, her pee splashing into the toilet bowl. I stole a quick glance towards the toilet and could see Zoe's yellow pee stream as it came out of her urethra and into the loo and felt I might well orgasm in my undies, so intense was my erection. Zoe was actually having a piss right in front of me! I tried to think tiles, scrubbing, cleaning but all I could think about was Zoe urinating.
When her pee stream abated, I saw Zoe reach behind her for her reusable toilet paper and take a square of dark blue cloth -- I think it might have been cut from the same beach towel which had the smiling cartoon sun - and place it between her legs, wiping her vagina. Zoe withdrew the cloth, now soaked with urine, from her crotch and placed it into the wet bag.
Again, I tried not to stare at Zoe as her expression changed. Her pretty face showed her straining ever so slightly and from inside the toilet there came a series of loud splashing sounds as Zoe's poo came out of her rectum and into the bowl. Zoe didn't need to strain all that hard, her bowel movements seemed to come easily but her expression as she was pooing was so cute, her bare toes curled up on the tiled floor making her all the more desirable to me.
I could feel my heart pounding and sweat forming on my skin even though I felt strangely cold and unable to move or breathe properly. I shivered and felt like I was about to pass out from what I had seen and heard, Zoe pooing on the toilet right in front of me. Was I about to suffer a heart attack or a stroke? However, while I was experiencing all sorts of wild sexual thoughts, Zoe herself seemed totally at ease. I then noticed the strong smell of Zoe's poo drifting out from the toilet bowl and filling the bathroom with the odor of fresh shit.
"Phew, sorry about the smell," Zoe apologized with a cute little giggle in her voice as she stopped pooing and reached for the box of reusable cloth toilet paper on the toilet cistern.
"Um, I can't smell anything at all," I managed to stammer.
"Liar!" giggled Zoe, her bare toes clenching and unclenching on the floor as she took a square of pink cloth with fairies on it from the box. "If you can't smell my poo, you're either lying or you need to go to your doctor because there's something wrong with your sense of smell." Zoe looked into the toilet bowl. "I need to cut back on the pizza -- all that cheese isn't so nice when it comes out the other end in my shit. Plus, it does this to me." Zoe fondled the rolls of fat around her tummy through her pink pajama top and laughed. "You know, some businessman on the train the other day thought I was pregnant. He stood up and offered me his seat, saying I needed it more than he did in my condition."
"What did you say?" I asked.
"I just thanked him and took the seat," said Zoe. "I didn't want him to feel awkward. Now, can you excuse me for a couple of moments?"