A Mother's Shrink Gun - Chapter Twelve

As Jessie’s door shut behind them, John looked straight into Leon’s eyes and whispered to him, “Come to my room for a sec, we need to talk!” The two men headed into John’s bedroom and shut the door quietly behind them.

“We need to find Claire,” John whispered, a certain urgency in his voice as his mind raced.

“We can’t!” Leon replied, his voice a little louder, “If we try anything you know Jessie will do something to Claire, we have no idea where she even is!”

“Well we have to find her!” John shouted back.

“SHHH ARE YOU DUMB?” Leon replied to his Dad, his voice an aggressive whisper. He looked towards the door, expecting Jessie to come in at any moment. Looking back at John, he continued, “I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to be shrunk again. We need to play ball for now. Aunt Jackie is coming, that’ll no doubt give us some opportunities to find Claire but we need to play our cards right. So calm down and play it cool!”.

John took a deep breath in, “Okay fine, I’m calm. But we’re finding Claire, God knows what Jessie will do to her if we don’t.”

“That’s fine, the time will come!” Leon replied as he sniffed the air, they both reeked. “Ergh, we really do need a shower though. Aunt Jackie will be here soon and she’ll know something’s up if we smell like Jessie’s ass. I’ll see you downstairs after my shower.” Leon said to his father as he headed for the door. Opening it quietly, he looked out into the hallway - no sign of Jessie, thankfully. Making his way straight to the main bathroom, Leon shut the door behind him. He was more than ready for a shower.

John headed into his ensuite in order to get clean without having to wait for Leon to finish. Maybe a shower would help clear his head anyway, so much crazy shit had happened in the past few hours.

Jessie hid the shrink gun in her panty drawer. She didn’t need to carry it around with her. So long as she had Claire somewhere they didn’t know about, she had total control. They couldn’t exactly harm her when she was the only person who knew the whereabouts of the tiny woman.

She grabbed a black thong out of the drawer before placing it on top of her dresser. Closing it and pulling the drawer beneath it open, she got her favourite pair of denim shorts out followed by a pair of pink ankle socks and a baggy yellow tee - which she planned to tuck loosely into the shorts. She couldn’t exactly be naked for Aunt Jackie coming to stay, even if she enjoyed how uncomfortable it would’ve made her Dad and brother.

She threw the thong down onto the floor before stepping into it. It slid up her bare legs easily, the soft fabric teasing her skin. As she tugged the sides of it up over her hips, the strip of fabric at the rear was easily engulfed by her peachy cheeks - causing it to disappear into the chasm. She quickly put her shorts and socks on too before pulling the tee over her petite torso and hastily tucking it into her shorts.

She had things to do before Aunt Jackie arrived so couldn’t waste too much time getting ready. As she went to leave her room, she stopped and looked at herself in her mirror - “I look cute!” she said aloud, smiling and feeling confident in herself from her new found control over others. Opening her bedroom door, Jessie peered out into the hallway - nobody to be seen. She could hear the roar of the shower in the main bathroom and she suspected that her Dad would be in his ensuite getting a shower too. He’d know better than to defy her, she was sure.

Jessie tiptoed across the hallway and into the spare room. It was a mostly empty room with basic furniture, a double bed and neutral coloured decorations. It was where Aunt Jackie always stayed when she visited and it was where she would be staying when she arrived. Shutting the door quietly behind her, Jessie moved across the room and entered the ensuite bathroom.

This ensuite was the most basic in the house, but it did the job. It had a reasonable bit of space but the actual facilities were quite humble - a plain bath with a shower attachment, a toilet, a sink and then some empty space in the centre of it. Jessie’s eyes were trained upon the porcelain throne at the far side of it.

Claire lay on her back in the icy water, she was already tired but couldn’t risk running out of energy while in the deep water. Drowning in a toilet felt like the worst and most undignified way to die. She wasn’t sure when Jessie would be back so conserving her energy was key. She was thankful to be in the spare room, however, as she knew that nobody used this bathroom. It was clean, it was somewhere she’d not be pissed on, shit on or flushed away.

Time went by but Claire had no indication of how much time passed. There were no clocks, there were no windows but Jessie had left the light on so the only noise in the room was the low hum of the extractor fan. It kept her somewhat sane in the otherwise deadly silent room.

Finally she heard the door swing open. Claire’s hopeful mind prayed that it would somehow be John and he was coming to rescue her. Her mind filled with dread and fear as the youthful face of her heartless captor appeared before her.

“Hey Claire!” Jessie said, smiling down into the bowl. “How are you?” she asked. Claire tried to shout up to Jessie but was quickly cut off, “Actually, don’t answer that! I can’t hear you anyway.”

“I came to get you out, believe it or not!” Jessie explained, “Aunt Jackie is coming to visit and she’ll be staying in this room. As much as I hate you, I can’t let her flush you away before I’m done with you! I think some time in Aunt Jackie’s toilet would be the worst way to go though so I’ll keep it in mind!” She laughed.

Jessie wasn’t wrong, Claire thought to herself as she continued to float in the water. Jackie was well known for her huge appetite and her equally huge bowel. She was a fast and all-consuming eater, and it went through her at an even faster pace. Perhaps there was a worse way to die than drowning in this currently clean toilet.

Claire was thankful to Jessie for retrieving her. She waited patiently and quietly for her stepdaughter to rescue her from this cold and wet prison. However, the rescue seemed not to be at the forefront of Jessie’s mind as Claire watched her turn to face away from the toilet. “Jessie!” she called up, “What are you doing?” Her tiny squeaks echoed up through the bowl but Jessie didn’t seem to hear, or she didn’t care to listen.

Unbuttoning her denim shorts, Jessie slid them down her legs. Claire could only watch, horrified, as the dark strip of Jessie’s thong came sliding out from between her plump cheeks. “I’ll get you out soon, but first I REALLY need to pee!” Jessie said as she planted her rear down onto the toilet seat, eclipsing the light from above except from the slither that shone between her thighs.

Jessie’s cheeks spread as her ass sank into the bowl, her vaginal lips twitching as she prepared to pee. Claire could only watch and wait, she swam towards the edge of the bowl in hopes of avoiding a direct hit from Jessie’s stream. Her heart sank as Jessie’s asshole seemed to twitch. “Please no!” Claire called out, praying that Jessie wasn’t sneakily going for a number two.

Suddenly, a loud blast of hot air escaped from Jessie’s darkened hole, filling the bowl. Claire’s eyes burned as she coughed and choked on the vile gas. She rubbed them desperately, causing her to sink beneath the water briefly as she had stopped treading water.

Finally, with no warning to Claire, Jessie’s lips opened and her piss shot out. The yellow liquid streaming down, directly striking Claire as she had unknowingly floated back into the centre of the bowl. She was sent tumbling in the chaotic currents of the water as the blast of urine continued to rain down upon her.

It continued for what felt like an age, continuously sending Claire beneath the water as she struggled to resurface until it finally subsided. Claire swam up, gasping in the still-tainted air as she emerged from the now yellow liquid. She blinked rapidly, in hopes of clearing her eyes of the piss without rubbing more into them.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Shocked, Jessie called out, “I’m having a pee, who is it?” The door suddenly swung open without a word from the person on the other side. As it opened, before her stood the tall, wide-hipped body of her Aunt Jackie. “Oh Aunt Jackie! It’s great to see you!” Jessie said. It wasn’t uncommon for Jackie to just walk in on her. She subscribed to the idea that women could be totally open with each other, their bodies weren’t things to hide and the functions of them weren’t any different.

“Hey Jessie! Your Dad let me in” Jackie replied as she stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her, “What are you doing in here?”

Flustered, Jessie hunted for a reason, “Ermm… I was cleaning this bathroom for you coming and I really needed to pee once I had finished…”

Jackie squinted for a moment, processing the reason. Jessie’s heart thumped in her chest as she waited to hear Jackie’s response. Remembering Claire in the bowl, she slowly closed her legs to make sure that none of the tiny woman’s squeaks escaped.

Claire had heard Jackie enter and was desperately screaming up. She was growing weaker by the second as she panted, tired from her pissy ordeal. Each scream was more quiet than the last. Some of the hope she had faded as Jessie closed her legs, sending her into further darkness.

“Oh, okay! Thanks dear! Sorry to hear about Claire by the way, fingers crossed she shows up soon!” Jackie said, her eyes showing genuine sympathy.

“Thanks, Aunt Jackie. Yeah it really hit us all hard!” she lied, causing Claire to scream up with more vigour than she thought possible. The tiny woman coughed as she tried to scream once more, her voice feeling like it was fading from the constant strain. Her panic set in further as she realised getting Jackie’s attention was going to be even harder now.

“Let’s talk more downstairs, now hurry up and wipe because I am DYING for the toilet!” Jackie demanded, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she held her huge ass.

Panicking, Jessie clutched at straws as she reached for the toilet paper, “Ermm… actually this toilet isn’t flushing at the moment so you’ll have to use the main one if you need to poop.”

Jackie sighed as she watched her niece wipe the bundle of toilet paper she had pulled off the roll between her legs before dropping it down into the bowl - covering Claire. “Ok fine, I don’t know if I can make any promises but I’ll try my best!” Claire responded, “I still need a pee though. I’ve been driving for three hours so get your ass off my toilet, girl!”

Jessie stood up hastily, pulling her thong and shorts up her legs in one swift motion. “Finally!” Jackie exclaimed as she hiked her dress up over her hips. Jessie watched as the curvaceous woman pulled her thong out from between her monstrously large ass and planted it upon the bowl she had just climbed off, it creaking as her aunt planted her much thicker body down onto it. No light came into the bowl this time as her ass and thick thighs created the perfect seal. Even if Claire could still scream at the top of her voice, no sound would be escaping.

“Are you wanting to watch, dear?” Jackie asked sarcastically, her words complimented by the muffled, bassy tone of a huge, blasting fart escaping from between her fleshy cheeks. Jessie wanted to laugh as she thought about how badly gassed Claire was currently being.

“Sorry, Aunt Jackie! I’ll see you downstairs, glad you’re here!” Jessie replied, smiling at her Aunt. She added on as she headed for the door, “Remember, you can’t flush! It’ll totally destroy our plumbing!”

“Great to see you too honey! I’ll see you downstairs soon. Yeah, yeah I hear you. I won’t flush!” Jackie said as the girl left the room, shutting the door behind her. “Finally some peace!” Jackie said aloud. Suddenly a twang of pain struck her stomach as she prepared to piss, followed by a low rumble deep inside her.

She muttered to herself, “I can’t flush? I’m gonna kill that girl! My stomach is killing me!” She thought about her options for a moment, “I can’t flush… But that doesn’t mean I can’t still use the toilet as normal…” The twang of pain struck her again but much worse the second time. She reasoned with herself, “Well there’s no time for me to be waiting for Leon to finish his shower anyway!”

Claire heard every muffled word. Her heart sank as she desperately tried to swim out from beneath the toilet paper Jessie had thrown down onto her. As she made it out from beneath the paper, she looked up only to see the humongous ass of her sister in law. She watched, terrified, as the massive brown eye twitched above her.