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Tomoko's Summer Staycation [SSBBW Slob/Toilet]

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“I still don’t think this is a good idea,” Mrs. Kuroki mumbled as she looked through her luggage once more. “What if she forgets to take out the trash? Or forgets to lock the door at night? She could invite random people in our home for some outlandish party!”

Mr. Kuroki chuckled at his wife’s constant worrying, smiling at the thought of their own daughter bringing down the house. “We are talking about the same Tomoko here, right? The one who gets worked up any time she has to make a phone call.”

She pouted as she continued. “You’re right. I’d much rather come back to the house being trashed from a party than seeing piles of trash outside or dishes stacked in the sink.”

“We’ve told her about this vacation for months. She’s the one who wanted to stay behind, all by herself.” Mr. Kuroki stood by his wife, rubbing out her already tense shoulders. “Tomoko knows what all she’s responsible for while we’re gone. You got to have a little faith in our daughter.”

“…You’re right…just…” Sighing, Mrs. Kuroki looked away to the floor, ashamed to say what was on her mind. “I wish she wasn’t such an anxious mess. She could at least be more like Tomoki and got involved in a club.”

“You can’t compare our children. It’s only been fairly recently Tomoko’s become more of a shut-in. We’ve all been there,” said Mr. Kuroki, a smirk on his face. “Do you remember when you were in junior high and you-”

“Point taken!” She blurted out with a blush. “I suppose it won’t be too bad. At least it’s cheaper than asking someone to occasionally watch the house.”

Mrs. Kuroki still felt uneasy leaving Tomoko alone for so long. It already took more than enough scolding to get her reclusive daughter to clean up and help around the house. Having Tomoko mind the entire residence for a month was something she never fathomed. Not without images of a pigsty of a home to return to. Shuddering, she helped her husband bring their bags to the living room, coming across their baggy-eyed daughter huddled up on the couch.

“So, you both are gone for the entire summer break?”

“Yes. And Tomoki won’t be back from soccer camp until the week before you go back to school.” Tomoko said nothing, her lips curled a small frown. “Your father and I have outlined your daily responsibilities. Please try not to set the house on fire.”

“Okay Mom.” Tomoko squeaked with no emotion in her voice. Fury built up in Mrs. Kuroki’s eyes, annoyed with Tomoko’s apathy. Gathering her bags, she headed for the foyer, leaving her daughter alone. “I don’t know why she’s so angry…thought she’d be happy to go.”

Her father approached her, chuckling as he plopped next to Tomoko. “Never mind your mother. She’s just a little concerned. I don’t blame her,” He said, wrapping his arm around her shoulder, pulling her in for a hug. “We’re leaving our precious daughter behind for a few weeks. She’s worried about how you’ll manage without us.” Tomoko nodded, nuzzling into her father’s chest. “I left you a little allowance for the next few days.”

Tomoko thought about it, knowing that wouldn’t cover all her living expenses. “…Will that be enough?”

“Well, I’ll send more money every Sunday if you send pictures of the house in tip-top shape.” Getting up, he petted her unkempt hair, smiling as he kissed her forehead. “And try to remember to take a shower. Can’t have my princess smelling like a peasant.”

A loud honk from outside signaled the arrival of their taxi, Mr. Kuroki hurrying along as he bid Tomoko his final goodbyes. She sat by, listening as the front door shut and her parent’s voices became more hushed. Minutes passed as Tomoko eventually heard the taxi’s engine drive off. She waited an extra few seconds before getting up, peeking out the window to ensure that she was truly alone.

“…Well…here I am…all…by myself…” She mumbled, looking over an empty living room. As the thought sunk in, a goofy grin spread across Tomoko’s face. “Finally! I thought it’d never come. I get to hang out and do everything I want without Mom or Tomoki constantly badgering me.” Her manic giggle echoed throughout the house, barely able to contain her excitement. “Hehehe, I wonder if this is what living on a college campus will be like.” Giggling creepily, she collapsed on the couch, rolling around as she hugged a pillow. Tomoko was ready for her ultimate summer to begin.

For the first few days, Tomoko’s summer cycle played out almost identical to what she had done the previous year. She’d wake up around 8:00 a.m., make herself breakfast, and play video games for a few hours. With a small break for lunch, Tomoko shifted her attention to various online videos, sipping tea while randomly typing out nonsensical responses like ‘lol’ or ‘wtf’. As the sun set, she’d put together something for dinner, strewn across the couch, nibbling on chips while commenting on a random show she put on.

“What kind of moron would get worried over something so trivial,” she’d complain, looking up from her manga. “He’s a real pain in the ass.” Tomoko continued her riffing, barely absorbing the show as this continued well into the evening. When it was time to sleep, Tomoko lazily kicked off her shorts, curling up with a blanket on the couch as she mused to herself.

“God, this is better than I expected!” She moaned, dopey smile across her tired face. “No one to get on me for playing games all day. No one to tell me to clean. No one hassling me over playing videos loudly.” Tomoko’s sickening giggle rippled into the night. “I’m…just so happy…ungh…”

However, things started to go sour on Day 3. Tomoko had already stockpiled a massive stack of dishes in the sink as well as a decent mountain of discarded clothes tossed about her room. Grumbling, it was a waste time cleaning after just one person...even if it was herself.

“Ugggh…I don’t see how people can be bothered to do this kind of crap.” She complained, standing at the sink. Tomoko didn’t have to do much; just rinse off any gunk and load plates in the dishwasher, then hit ‘on’. Naturally, she deemed anything that made her do actual work as a nuisance. “Then there’s cooking. Crap, and laundry too! How can I be expected to do all this and relax?!”

Flopping onto the kitchen floor, Tomoko starred up at the ceiling, wracking her brain for some sort of plan to fix both these headaches. Usually she’d let her mother or Tomoki handle he housework while she lazed about. Now flying solo, Tomoko realized that there would be more to her summer than just playing games and watching TV.

Scowling, she rubbed her baggy eyes. “First dishes…the less I use, the less I have to clean…” Tomoko thought for a moment. “If I buy bulk paper plates from the store, that should save me some time…plus I could get disposable chopsticks and forks.” Content with that, another problem popped up. “No, but that doesn’t help when I have to use dishes and pots. Then there’s cleaning up any mess I make.”

Rolling back and forth across the kitchen floor, Tomoko had a stroke of inspiration. “What if…instead of cooking for myself, I just eat out? Pizza and Chinese food costs the same as groceries. And there’s not much clean up except collecting trash.” Reflecting on her little plan, Tomoko was quite content with her strategy of minimizing the amount of work needed around the house.

I don’t see why Mom wastes her time cooking and cleaning all day long. She thought, giggling while slipping her shoes on. It’d just be easier to order out all the time. Cut her work in half. Then she wouldn’t have to yell at me for doing nothing all day. An almost sadistic, eerie grin filled Tomoko’s face as she left her house.

Anyone that had the misfortune of walking by Tomoko quickly glanced away, avoiding eye contact at all costs. They all figured it’d be best to leave her in her own devious thoughts as she bounced along to the closest fried chicken shop near her home. Sounds of sizzling chicken and whiffs of grease filled the air, practically making Tomoko’s mouth water as she surveyed the menu, struggling to select her first take-out item.

“If I order a family bucket and sides, then that should last me a few days.” She counted out some of her own pocket money on top of what her father gave her. “Dad did give me more than enough. I should spoil myself today! After all, I did come up with an ingenious plan.” Tomoko basked in her own twisted pride.

Filling an order that large took longer than Tomoko would have liked. She felt part of her social anxiety kick in, wondering what people were thinking of a lone girl waiting for two family-sized meals. Part of her brain shifted to the idea of someone from her class wandering in and ignoring her. Her meal arrived in time as Tomoko was half-ready to run out the store before her food came.

Thick bucket of chicken in each arm, as well as boxes of sides and biscuits, Tomoko could hardly wait to sink her teeth in. Though she regretted it as she juggled her load while trying to get the door open, her meek arms straining to carry everything.

Uggh, maybe I should get someone to deliver it next time.” She moaned, stepping idly on the backs of her shoes before slipping up to her room. “Too much of a hassle to go out like that.”

Struggling once again to get her bedroom door open, Tomoko slipped in, unloading her meal before pulling out a small, green tea table. Setting up a mini-feast, her stomach grumbled as the tantalizing aromas of mashed potatoes and flakey biscuits intensifying her hunger. She caught herself drooling in the haze of fried bliss that awaited her.

Popping open a bottle of iced tea, Tomoko reveled in the company of herself “This has to be one of my best ideas to date,” She sighed, pulling out a crispy drumstick from the bucket, grease seeping into her fingers. “It’s like that one expression: I can have my cake and eat it too!” Sinking her teeth in, a symphony of sensation rippled through her body.

MMMHHMM. It’s better than I imagined!” Tomoko dove into her bucket, gobbling down what she could get her hands on. She alternated between mouthfuls of mashed potatoes and veggies, washing it down with a few swigs of tea. All hers for the taking, Tomoko saw no need to pace herself.

“Now this I can get used to.” Tomoko beamed, her face coated with a generous helping of sauce. “If I keep this up, I can use my summer to its fullest potential. Maybe tomorrow, I’ll order up some breakfast bentos and marathon that yaoi anime that came out last year.”

While planning out her day of laziness, Tomoko reached in to her reserve basket. Not once did she recall that this whole meal was meant to last for a few days as dinner. Instead, she sunk her fangs into a deep-fried chicken thigh, licking splotches of grease and fat from her lips. Rubber her fingers on a pearl-white tank top, Tomoko was oblivious to the small budding pot-belly that clung to her waist.

“Geez, don’t they know help isn’t coming for days,” Tomoko balked at the TV set, “You wouldn’t see me acting so short-sighted.” She belched while reaching in for another butter biscuit while lazily throwing trash into her wastebasket.


Tomoki slowly undid the front door lock, peeping through the crack with his baggy eyes. “So far, so good. Nothing seems to be on fire or dead in the foyer.” He mumbled on his phone, creeping into his house, doing his best not to bring any attention to himself. “You sure this was necessary for me to come back home a week early Mom?”

“[Your sister was sending us photos of the house to show she kept things clean. Tomoko missed her deadline on Sunday.]” Mrs. Kuroki sounded more frustrated than worried. “[I can only imagine what she’s done this time.]

Tomoki couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Geez, she’s more concerned with the house than Tomoko. Almost feel sorry for her. “I just said everything is alright.”

[You only said that the foyer looked fine. Who knows what sort of slovenly state the living room is in. You’ve seen your sister’s room when I’m not there to make her clean.] She stopped for a second to sigh before continuing. “[Just fill me in on how bad it is. It’ll give me time between now and when I get back to brace myself.]

Tomoki hung up, growing annoyed with his mother’s almost flippant attitude towards Tomoko’s absence. Making his way further into the house, he couldn’t help but be a bit surprised at how vacant everything felt. The dining room, kitchen, and living room looked untouched from when he left for soccer camp at the beginning of August. Snapping a few pictures, Tomoki poked around while waiting for them to properly send.

It didn’t take long for his mother to call Tomoki again. “[That can’t be our house.]

“I’m just as surprised as you, Mom. Tomoko didn’t do a half-bad job holding down the fort.” Tomoki could hear her chewing on her nails over the speaker. “I mean, it’s not wholly pristine. Some dust here and there. She didn’t clean out rotten food from the fridge either.”

Mrs. Kuroki remained silent before sighing. “[I guess that’s better than what I thought. I had too many dreams where the whole floor was littered with trash. Would it be too much for you to at least check on your sister?]

“You’re only now asking me that? Shouldn’t you have asked that first?” She let out a dry laugh, trying to move past that concern. “I’ll call you once I settle in.”

Making his way up stairs, Tomoki realized that not everything was intact. The handrails were warped in random places and odd stains had seeped into the carpet. He wondered if he overlooked similar splotches on the hardwood downstairs. Getting to the upper floor, Tomoki eyes went wide at mess smeared down the hall.

“Mom is going to kill her.” Shivers ran up his spine when he stepped in a patch of soda-stained carpet, moisture seeping through his socks. Tomoki cursed his sisters name as he continued towards her room while avoiding the random patches of grime all around him.

Tomoki stood near his room as he listened out for Tomoko. He had been home for at least fifteen minutes yet hadn’t heard a peep. Is she really here? A bellowing rumble rippled through the thin walls, alerting him to her presence. “What the hell was that?!”

He didn’t bother to knock as he slammed her door open, a decision he’d immediately regret. Tomoko’s bedroom door had kept a miasma of stench locked away, allowing the rest of the Kuroki household to go untainted by this gag-inducing aroma. Tomoki’s lungs filled with who-knew-what as his nose tried desperately to process the stench.

A deep belch filled with surprise caught his attention. “Nue…chun? I tawt humpf yo ‘ere…cumin’ bacURRRRPP nesht wuk...” Tomoko moaned while gulping down a few handfuls of pocky. Tomoki rubbed his eyes twice over to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating from the fumes produced by several dozen bags of trash or mountains of laundry that overtook her TV. His once lithe, almost anorexic sister had been replaced by a wheezing slug! “Wut?”

“Don’t you what me!” Tomoki shouted, poking a finger at her sagging stomach as it spread across the front of her bed. “Mom and Dad were worried sick! They made me come home early. And for what?! This?!” He jammed a pinky into her belly button, taken aback by how far it sunk in.

Tomoko didn’t respond, only letting out a bizarre chuckle before snorting out a response. “It washe snort awwl put…of mah…puwan…” Tomoki cringed as he worried what this plan had involved.

He listened intently, trying not to gag on the foul fume. The best way to push it out of his mind was listening along to his sister’s summer vacation though processing it was a chore. All of the excess blubber that wobbled off her jowls made comprehending Tomoko a hassle. Not helping Tomoko was her constant need to take a break to cram more snacks in her mouth. And that wasn’t counting the numerous times she needed a moment to catch her breath.

“Shooo? Whut wheeze do…ou…tink?” Tomoko beamed, sweat and drool pooling in her immense second chin.

“I didn’t think you could be any more of an idiot. I guess I gave you too much credit.” Tomoki sighed, putting out of his mind what the brown stains on the wall were. “I suppose it could be worse. Mom will only have one heart attack instead of several.”

Tomoko said nothing, lifting up her doughy butt cheek to let out a humid fart, adding more funk to the room. “Noowsh…dat ou…snort…ere, ou…cun…elp huff huff meclewan…uppaBEELCH. I…cuallad…gasp…Yuuubuuttt…shees…outta tuwn…til……till…bweaks ovah…”

“YOU SHOULD HAVE DONE THAT BEFORE IT BECAME A PROBLEM!” He shouted, kicking her hips as his leg bounced off her rolls of blubber. “Look at you now! A diet of fast food has made you worse than a NEET!” Tomoko smiled at his words. “W-What’s that look for?”

“II FRRMP…ave shome…weftova…cwash…fwom…Dad…,” Tomoko fished out sweaty yen bills from her greasy folds, airing them out. “Ish aww..huff…youws iffa…ou pant…elp!” Tomoki looked away though she continued to talk. “T’ink abuut…huff huff…Mum vill…weach…to dish snoort mesh” She wheezed as he thought on her words. Looking back at his blob-like sister, he snatched the money from her grubby hands.

“I’m doing this for Mom, just so you know.” Tomoki got to work, scooping up garbage bags in his arms, squirming as mold and trash juice soaked into his clothes. Tomoko didn’t bother to help, instead guzzling down an energy drink before letting out a queasy belch.

 “You realize you asked me to help. Which implies you’ll do something!” He grunted as she continued to laze away.

“I…w-ill,” Tomoko scratched what she could of her gut. “Ash shoon…ash I…gut uppp.”

“Fat chance of that.” Tomoki carefully made his way out with the trash, trying not to smear Tomoko’s trash on the walls. Only gone for a minute, a loud CRASH shook the house, rattling the windows. What did she do now?

Running back upstairs, Tomoki found his butterball of a sister collapsed on the floor, face first in a heap of unwashed panties. “If you’re dead then I’m not cleaning this up.”

She grumbled. “I-I nueed…elp…up….” Tomoki’s brow twitched as he surveyed Tomoko. “Iwull…shart cweanin…jush…elp muh upp.”

“Tch. The things I do for you, I swear.” Squatting over, he pushed on her immense flank, eliciting several giggles and farts for his troubles. Tomoko wobbled onto her back, starring up at him with a dumb smile on her bloated cheeks. “Alright, sit up.” Tomoko’s back muscles had gone through early stages of atrophy, barely able to lift herself up. Once again, Tomoki did most of the work propping her up onto her butt.

Pant pant…cun…we…tuuk a bweak…”

“YOU HAVEN’T DONE ANYTHING!” He wanted to leave her there, wallowing in her own mess like the pig she was. However, his brotherly instincts made him want to help along with a healthy dose of pity.

Pulling her arm around his shoulder, Tomoki squatted again, praying that he had enough strength to get Tomoko on her chunky feet. Counting down from three, he yanked up as his back popped in several places, screaming in agony from the 800-lb. payload. Tomoko wasn’t faring any better as her body worked up a sweat, straining to push up from the floor. Using her TV stand as a crutch, along with her brother, she gained a second wind while farts steadily rippled from Tomoko’s rear.

Nearly fifteen minutes later, Tomoko got to her feet. Buckets of sweat gushed from every pore, making what few clothes she had on almost translucent. Leaning against the wall, wheezing, Tomoko shot her brother a thumb up.

“I…gasp gasp…knuw…I cud…huff coun…oh ye… Nue-chun!” Tomoki said nothing, wanting to change clothes and pretend that he wasn’t related to her. “Awight…tum…to cwean up…dish mesh…,” She paused as a nauseating gurgle rumbled from her gut. “Afta I…go to…da baffrum…”

Gritting his teeth, Tomoki fought every urge to run off and leave her to whatever fate had in store. He knew that leaving Tomoko to her own devices would be far worse. He assumed that she’d need him as a crutch to get down the hall as she waved him away.

“I cun…ake ish on…mah unn…mhostwy….” Tomoko carefully began toddling to her door. She was forced to side step as her belly continuously slammed into her knees, her butt clapping together as squelches continued to rise from her belly. All her momentum came to a sudden halt as her bulk jammed in the door. “Nue-chun…a…wittle ‘elp?”

“What happened to the ‘I can do it myself’?”

“Ish appen HRGGN shumtimes…elp…elp muh...owelsh.”

“What? You’ll crap yourself right there?” Tomoki remember her wild threats from last year. Tomoko shot him a serious glance as she pouted her puffy lips. Knowing her, this wasn’t an idle threat as he leaned in to push her gut in to free her. Manhandling Tomoko’s belly made things slightly worse as ominous gurgles echoed through the room. Hurrying, not wanting to clean up a new mess, Tomoki eventually got loose, causing her to stumble.

With a surprising amount of speed, even for Tomoko, she wobbled to the bathroom while coating the hallway with a fresh layer of grime. How does someone so fat move so fast? Guess it beats the alternative since she knows I won’t clean up that. Tomoki mused, praying he didn’t have to manhandle his sister’s girth a second time. Pushing her blubbery flank through, grunting and snorting like a hog, Tomoko peeled her panties off the cellulite-ridden ass cheeks, plopping down on the toilet. Unpleasant, disgusting noises pierced Tomoki’s ears as he tried to remove himself from this situation.

Tomoko grunted as a loud SPLOSH splashed cold water on her skin. “Nue-chun…NNGGHH SPLASH ou’re…shull HRRG dere…wight?”

“You want me to stand here and listen to you take a shit?” A pitiful whimper answered his question as he leaned against the wall. “God, you’re repulsive. You know that?”

“I…taught…bwothas…’ere shupposta be...MMHH inta…dish…thin…”

Tomoki clenched his fist. “LIKE HELL I WOULD! THAT’S THE KIND OF GRODDY SHIT YOU’RE INTO!” Tomoko said nothing, grunting as another spew of feces hit the toilet, making her squeal from the icy toilet water.

“Hehehe…sho I…gut GROO a wittl…cawwied awuy…”

“Me coming back from soccer camp and you having put on ten pounds makes sense. This…” Tomoki grimaced as Tomoko relaxed her bowels, adding to the pile as the audio cues made him gag. “I think there needs to be a new word to classify this. I’ll have to borrow a kiddie pool and use a garden hose to get you clean.”

The breathy chuckles that wafted from under the door made him worry. “Heh…ish bunn snort a wull…shince…we shwan tugetha…nue-chan…”

“You know what, talking sense to you isn’t worth it.” Tomoki sighed, a sense of defeat washing over him. “It’s only for a week until Mom and dad get back. Then you’re their problem.” Silence filled the air as it seemed as though she was done. Instead, another strained grunt along with a deafening PLOP and FRRMP shook the walls.

Tomoko craned her arm, wiping dollops of sweat off her chunky brow. “Phew wheeze I dink…I’m duun.” Flailing about, porcelain cracking under her weight, Tomoko pushed herself up using the sink. “Well…dose punties rre…wuined.”

“Great, more for me to clean.” She heard from the hallway.

“Shpeeeking...oh cwea-”

There wasn’t a chance for Tomoko to finish. Tomoki knew exactly what she wanted.  “Absolutely not!”

“Nue-chun…pwease. I pwomish…Ill cwean snooort I’ll cull…Mom…tell ‘er wha…I dud dish thume.” Tomoko fidgeted, cheeks caked with waste, waiting for a response. “Dun…Dun muuk me…bueg.” She worried that she’d have to try and wipe herself, which would ruin a perfectly good towel.

However, the door slid open as Tomoki had wrapped a shirt around his face. “I had to get ready…I don’t know why I’m doing this.” He sighed as Tomoko wobbled around, sticking her cheeks towards him.

Pulling on a pair of heavy-duty rubber gloves, Tomoki coiled toilet paper around his fingers, cringing as his hand sunk into pudding sacks of skin. Even with the extra protection, the occasional whiff caught his nose, nearly knocking him cold as he felt the shitty grime coat his hands. He tried not to think about the last time Tomoko actually wiped her ass or how many layers of crap were in the deep caverns. Pulling out, he quickly tossed the wadded paper in the toilet before going in again.  

They had gone through a full roll of toilet paper before Tomoko could be considered ‘clean’. Mrs. Kuroki’s kitchen gloves were ruined with brown stains and a stink that no amount of bleach could rinse out.

Tomoki flicked his wrists in an attempt to shake the gloves off without touching them. “This is the absolute last time I do this for you. You understand?”

“Cuurse…” She giggled, trying not to let her legs give out. “Ou’re da…besh huff nue-chun.” Tomoko smiled at him, grease stained cheeks shimmering in the bathroom light.

Only two more years and I can move out and put her out of my memory. Tomoki got his gloves loose, tossing them in the trash while Tomoko bent over to flush her waste away. Much to both their horror, the normal noise of a toilet emptying had been replaced by bubbling sewage. Catching it in time, Tomoki leapt up on the counter as Tomoko stood idly in the toilet overflow.

“Umm…nue-chun…” Tomoko mumbled, wadding around in ankle-deep sewage water. Logs of her crap floated around her as the whole scene made Tomoki’s stomach double over. “Ow…ar…ou gunna…cwean dish up?”              

Tomoki’s sanity crumbled from the sight, letting out a pained sigh. “I wonder if Mom will let me rent an apartment this semester. Least she can do after putting up with all of this.”

I wanted to do Tomoko for a while since she's a fun character to enable into a lifestyle of slob and being a total prude about the whole thing. I hope you guys enjoy. Also it's a bit more hard with toilet stuff so you're forewarned. 
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