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Clanging echoes arrogantly throughout the house, impossible to ignore. I hurry down the hallway, muttering to myself about how fucking ridiculous and unfair this whole situation is. The angry clanging continues, growing faster and more agitated as I push open the grand double doors to her master bedroom.
Lounging in her messy bed is my 'little' sister, Minnie. She yanks at the gold tasseled rope of her service bell to let everybody know she needs something, usually food. Minnie is 15 years old, 4’8” and weighs 360lbs.
As soon as she spies me her fat arm drops lazily back to the mattress.
"For fuck's sake, Bubby! Do you know how tiring it is to have to keep ringing that bell? You're supposed to come when I call you!!"
She shuffles her fat, pear-shaped form around to get more comfortable. At her weight moving can be a chore but Minnie has plenty of hired help to assist her lazy ass with that, in fact she barely does anything for herself. She languishes in bed most of the day, propped up on a pile of pillows in her skin tight cotton-knitted feety pajamas (red with white-polka-dots) eating and watching TV and having everyone run around looking after her. I'm her favorite slave. We always argued growing up of course, like most siblings, but she's particularly cruel and has enjoyed torturing me since she was old enough to speak. All I want is to attend university but that's never going to happen because 2 years ago this lazy bitch dropped out of high school and it became my responsibility to look after her. With no job to save for tuition I now rely on our father to loan me the money. She's his favorite by a long way and whether or not I'm going to university depends on how satisfied Minnie is with my service as a slave. Today is the last day to pay, finally! All I have to do is make it through today and I’ll never have to come within 500 miles of this dumb cunt.
"Go get your little sister her breakfast!" she orders imperiously, a sadistic smile on her fat fucking face.
The bloated bitch continues to watch TV and work her way through a fourth family pack of Doritos, leaving crumbs on her chest and orange dust on her fingertips. More mess for me to clean up. Her standard breakfast is massive, she usually eats her way through a couple boxes of chocolaty sugary cereal, at least 50 boxes of pop tarts, plate upon plate of pancakes lashed with syrup and jelly, innumerable pastry items and 10 boxes of donuts. After that she complains and whines about being too full and it's my job then to soothingly massage her gut while she inexplicably continues to guzzle down cartons of chocolate milk with packets of cookies.
Once I'm done clearing away her breakfast mess I return to Minnie's bedroom for further instructions. She's having her masseur rub her back, laying on her front, moaning in debilitated bliss as he kneads her doughy back and shoulders. As if she needs to be relieved of any fucking stress. She still has enough energy in her to order me around, though.
"I'm still hungry, idiot! Bring me something else to eat!"
"Like what?"
"I beg your fucking pardon?!?"
"What may I get you, mistress?"
"I don't give a shit, just bring me whatever's out in the kitchen, dumb-dumb."
In her main kitchen I gather up a cart of random food and wheel it in to her. I feed her during her massage. That's something she's getting in to lately, having me feed her stupid fucking face. Through her evidently orgasmic back-rub I feed her 2 whole loaves of bread, 4 packs of Kraft Dinner, 6 plates of Sloppy Joes, 20 grilled cheese sandwiches and 2 jars of high fat mayonnaise. I spoon feed the white goop directly to her gaping mouth, her lips and chins smeared with fattening condiment. By the time her massage is over her face is decimated with her gluttonous, greedy pigging.
The masseur leaves and I'm ordered to roll her on to her side. Once in position she coquettishly places her hand upon her fat hip and bats her eyelashes at me.
"Well, Bubby, what should your little Minnie make you do now?"
She giggles and rubs her huge pear hips as she thinks about the ways she can torment me. Her otherwise pretty face creases as she actually uses her brain for once. This is like a game to her, torturing me is her favorite entertainment.
"Hmm... I know, I need to take a dump."
She's really been pushing the bar lately, working me harder and harder knowing that this will be the last day she can control me. What a sadistic bitch.
"You can carry me to the bathroom, then wait while I shit so you can wipe my ass afterwards. Your sweet defenseless little sister can't be expected to do anything for herself now, can she?"
Honestly, she's so lazy and fucking spoiled this doesn't surprise me at all. I'm just about to lift the walrus up when she BURPS in my face and berates me.
"Shoes first, Bubby, you fucking retard!!!"
Like most girls her age, Minnie is obsessed with fashion. She has a massive ‘walk’-in closet full of clothes and spends most of her time dressing up and ogling herself in the mirror, taking selfies and talking about how beautiful she is. I'm surprised there are any clothes left that still fit her. I take up a pair of sparkly, velvet red stiletto pumps and fit them snugly over her already pajama-clad feet. With a great heave and a painful CRACK in my spine I just manage to lift her. She kicks her feet playfully, her soft, blubber body pulling down on me as she limply drapes her arms over me as if I’m rescuing a cow from a burning building. Laboriously I carry her into her en-suite bathroom, fighting every urge to drop her on her stupid head. I sit her down on the toilet and undo the flap covering her wobbling planet-sized ass so she can finally let go of the massive load that's no doubt been troubling her poor, precious little tummy. Her face relaxes at the same moment she starts to shit and the foul stench of her excretion inseminates the air. She giggles at my disgusted expression.
“Smile, Bubby. It’s good for you to know your place as my slave!”
As Minnie snacks on a 5lb bag of candy it's my duty to massage her stomach and give her kisses and tell her how pretty she is, all the while struggling not to throw up in my own mouth. I kiss her neck, disgusted, and she moans with pleasure, running her hands through my hair and telling me what a good big brother I am. She kisses me back, planting her plump, wet lips right on me. As soon as Minnie finishes her shit she leans forward, gripping to me like a baby koala, and graciously allows me to clean her out. Her naked ass cheeks are pasty white and each as big and round as manhole covers. Once she’s cleaned it's my job to carry her fat ass back to her bed, all the while she giggles and eats.
If this seems monotonous to you, imagine having to live this shit.
I place her as gently as I can back on to the bed, the crater left behind by her fatness still intact and filled with crumbs and forgotten bites of food. She blows her long auburn hair away from her dainty pig snout and licks her lips.
"Mmmmmmmm Bubby, all that shitting made room for more yummies! Go get your beloved little sister her brunch! And make it a proper meal this time, DOUCHE, not like that abject excuse for a breakfast you just about spared me earlier!"
I clench my fists and tell her through gritted teeth I'll get that straight away. Every muscle and bone in my body is rigid with anger. As soon as I'm out of here I'm never seeing this dumpy slut again.
Her lunch is massive. She’s always eaten a lot but she’s starting to concern me with just how big her portions are getting. She works her way through 25 hotdogs, a 5lb tub of macaroni cheese salad, 15 bacon cheeseburgers, 4 whole deep fried chickens, 6 meat lover's pizzas, 3 cooking pans of spaghetti and meatballs, 3 sheet-cakes, 7 tubs of ice cream, 14 cheesecakes and 30-something 2ltr bottles of pop. When she's finished she's a disgusting mess, she looks like a retarded pig (appropriately) caught in the middle of a furious food fight. Her bed sheets, face, chest, hair, pillows, arms and the floor on her side of the bed are all defaced with greedily slopped food. She wipes her icing smeared hands on the sides of her massive belly and licks her lips happily, giggling like a 4-year-old .
"Whoopsies, looks like your little Minnie is all messy! You're gonna have to gimme a bath."
This is humiliating. While she reclines in her warm, luxurious bubble bath I'm ordered to kneel on the floor beside her, obediently presenting her with a tray of imported Belgian chocolates. She simply relaxes in her own decadence and watches Friends on the television mounted above the tub. She has no idea how much I'd like to drop that TV in the bath with her.
About 2 hours later she decides to honor me with the "privilege" of lifting her bloated form out of the bath. Then I place her, naked and dripping, on the polar bearskin bath mat. As I dry her body she coos with decadence, the soft towel caressing her spoiled softness, focusing on her tits as per her orders. After 15 minutes of drying her thighs (she makes a bunch of noises I’m not happy about) I take her back to bed.
I slip her into her favorite “sexy” romper PJs, pink fleece and hooded with little teddy bear ears on top, her legs bare. She's chomping away on a few more boxes of chocolates while I sensually rub her fat feet.
Our father brazens in to see his beloved daughter, hurriedly wrapping up a business conversation on his phone.
"Yes of course... showing great promise... three-six-zero... I'm sure she's the Nitida... Thank you so much... goodbye."
He hangs up and elatedly greets his fat spoiled daughter.
"Princess!! How is Daddy's sweet perfect little Minnie piggy?"
Minnie blushes, going all baby like in the presence of her father, rolling her big, playful golden eyes.
"I'm good, Daddy. Did you bring your baby a present?"
"I did, Sweetheart, I got you that new portable toilet you need, the latest SAKA on the market!! But first, I want to know whether or not your brother is going to med-school. Has he been treating you well, baby-cakes?"
Minnie just looks at me, her rested expression being one of malice and cruel enjoyment. She licks her lips hungrily.
"Well, he's fed me all day, been entirely at my beck and call, massaged me, carried me to the bathroom, wiped my ass, fed me more, bathed me and dried me and done literally everything I've told him to. He's been the bestest slave I've ever had."
I can't believe this, she's actually not fucking me over!!! Can this be true? Is this a dream? My father turns to me and smiles, surprised.
"Well, boy, looks like you're going to medical school after all. I'll go call the Dean of Admissions and have him personally put you on the priority list."
I can hardly take all this in, this is the greatest moment of my life! No more wiping her ass! No more running to Burger King at 4am because she had a dream about Triple Whoppers! No more having to fight guys who come to the house because she’s been leading them on. I’m free!!
"Umm... excuse me?"
Minnie’s eyes are cocked, incredulity slowly creeping over her face. My heart sinks.
"Daddy are you retarded? Did you not hear what I just said? He's the BESTEST slave I've ever had! Do you really think I'm giving him up JUST so he can go to university??"
I'm not sure what happens next. The world rushes by as I'm caught up in the horror of what's happening. It's like one of those movie scenes where the focus pulls and the sound fades and the main guy knows he's fucked. Minnie is convincing, no, ordering our father to let her keep me as a slave for another year.
Worst of all, he's agreeing.
She turns over on her side to face me, smiling with evil delight.
"Ahh well, Bubby, who cares if you fulfill your dreams? You've got your little Minnie to look after. I've really gone easy on you this year, time to get you actually working hard for a change instead of dragging your feet and making me take care of myself. You can start by carrying me to the bathroom again, I REALLY gotta take a HUGE dump!"
That's my little sister for you.
Fuck.