The bells rang, and Nick was the first out of his seat, dashing into the hallway and making a beeline for the lockers. He was careful not to go too fast, or else he’d be stopped by Ms. Wayland, practically ensuring he’d have a run-in before he could get to his next class. Reaching his locker, he fingers flew to enter the com, eyes already searching for his books before the door even opened all the way.
By all accounts, Nick shouldn’t have had to rush through the halls like one of the bullied kids, who had to if they were going to make it to class without being pushed into a locker or given a swirly. While he was nerdy what with his glasses and curly black hair, he wasn’t wimpy looking, just average, and what what flaws he had that might attract bullies was balanced by his happy personality and genuinely good heart. 
But it was just these attributes that set Billy off on him. Where Nick was short and skinny, Billy was a few inches over six feet and probably over 300 pounds, built like an ox with a fat, round belly and tits to match. Where Nick had a personality that people loved, Billy’s dour behavior would have scared everyone away even had he not smelled like a sweaty dumpster. And perhaps most importantly, where Nick’s quick intellect had rocketed him to senior status years before his time, Billy was so dull that he was a third-year senior and in danger of aging out entirely. 
It was because of all that combined that Nick fled through the halls between every period, planning out his route exactly to give him the least chance of running into that fat bull of a human. Nick was liked enough that anyone bullying him would be disliked, but not liked enough that anyone would defend him. Billy, already an outcast and seething with jealousy at Nick’s seemingly perfect life, had nothing to lose by slamming him into lockers, taunting him, torturing him with his BO and smothering him in his belly. 
Nick managed to open his locker, grab his books and shut it again in less than a minute, but it wasn’t good enough. He knew from the smell that Billy was standing behind him before the oaf even opened his mouth.
“Got my money, Nick?” Billy said, crossing his arms across his fatty pecs. Crusty black sprays of hair stuck out from his pits, but that never seemed to bother him.
“Oh yeah, I, uh…” Nick turned to face Billy, putting on a face braver than what he felt. “Mom didn’t send any with me today, so I guess I don’t really have anything for you.” Nick had the money, of course - his mother would never send her son to school without the money to feed himself - but Nick hoped that Billy might believe him this time.
Billy did not.
“Don’tcha lie to me,” he growled, leaning down so that he was nose to nose with Nick. It took some effort to bend over as far as he did what with his belly. It might have become even bigger since the last time Nick saw it.
Nick stared at the ground, trying not to gag at Billy’s overwhelming body odor. His hands hovered near his pockets, ready to give in, but something in him said no. Something in him said to stand up, give Billy a taste of his own medicine. That something in him was stupid, but Nick listened to it anyways.
“I told you, Billy, I don’t have money to give you. Sorry my Mom forgot for once, but what about yours? Why don’t she give you something?” Nick crossed his arms, unable to suppress a smile at the look of confusion on Billy’s face, which was quickly followed by one of hurt. “Oh, right, she left your pig of a dad when you were young, didn’t she?” 
“You shut the hell up,” Billy said, putting on a sneer. Nick wasn’t dissuaded; the fact that he got a reaction at all was heartening.
“Well, why not your dad then? I’m sure he wants his son to be well fed, why doesn’t he give you money for lunch? I mean, obviously he feeds you well, looking at how much lard you’ve put on in the last year.” 
Nick stepped to the side, making sure that the lockers weren’t behind him. It was a dangerous game he was playing, and if it went wrong he wanted Billy to throw him into the thinning mass of people in the hall, not into the hard metal lockers. 
Billy seemed lost for words, completely unable to comprehend that his prey of the last three years wasn’t lying down and taking it submissively. He just stood there and gawked, mouth working but nothing coming out. 
Nick waited a moment to let his words sink in before delivering the final verbal blow. “Course, I doubt he’s giving you lunch money, considering he kicked you out last year for being an even more disgusting pig than him.” Billy’s face flushed red, but just as the bully began to form a retort, the warning bell rang. “Well! I think our time here was well spent, don’t you Billy?” Nick smirked, basking in his small victory. “Maybe you’re bigger than me, maybe you can beat me up, but if you want to insult someone, try again on someone more on your level. Like someone in the Special Ed room.”
With that, Nick melted into the crowd, barely able to stop himself from running as he left Billy standing there in shock. Maybe things were beginning to look up. Maybe now, Billy would leave him alone. 
Or at least stop trying to steal his money. No need to get unrealistic. 
-1-
A few months passed, the leaves fell from the trees, and Nick heard less and less from Billy. It wasn’t an immediate thing, and Nick certainly got his punishment for daring to stand up to the big oaf, but soon enough Nick learned that he could just bring up Billy’s parents and that would almost always shut him up. Sometimes, Nick could get three or four whole days without being pushed, stolen from, or smothered by Billy’s soft, sweaty belly. Towards the end, it was normal to go a week without seeing head or tail of the bully, and the days passed in calm idyll. 
Those days soon came to an abrupt end.
Contrary to what Nick thought, Billy wasn’t just leaving him alone for the hell of it. The slob might not have been book smart, but he was crafty, and each day Nick was left unmolested was a day Billy spent asking around about Nick’s mom, Annie. 
What he found pleased him; she was a young mother, having gotten knocked up as a teen and left to raise Nick alone. For a while this was all he knew about her, and he was about to give up the search when he saw her in the local grocery story. 
What he saw made his cock twitch; a short, shapely woman with a thin waist, nice hips, and a huge D cup bust all packed onto a diminutive five foot six frame. She had long red hair - Nick had gotten his hair from his father - and spent hours each day making certain it was soft, shining and straight. 
Billy made it a habit to skip class to find her at the grocery, and soon he figured out her schedule. She would make small, daily trips for basic needs every Wednesday and Friday, each trip taking no longer than ten minutes, and every Monday she’d get all the bigger supplies for the week, taking nearly an hour to gather it all. She’d usually arrive around noon each day, which was conveniently when Billy took his lunch. 
Near the middle of October, Billy worked up his courage and spoke to her. To his surprise, she didn’t react to his terrible BO, or at least hid her reaction pretty well, and though he wasn’t great with his words, she didn’t get impatient when he was trying to think of something to say. As it turned out, Nick’s mom was rather nice. She had the kind of personality that would stop at nothing to help others, and would always give the benefit of a doubt again, and again, and again.
Now, Annie knew all about Billy; she and Nick were close, and he would tell her every time Billy bullied him, stole his money, or shoved him into the lockers. When she met Billy in the supermarket the first time, she was tempted just to walk away without even making an excuse, but something kept her there. 
At first she just made polite conversation whenever Billy would come up, but as she learned more and more about Billy, the more she began to pity him. The way Billy put it, he was an unloved, bullied victim, and it was the other classmates that continually picked on him. What Annie saw was a misled youth who just needed someone to care for him and set him on the right path.
When she learned that he had been homeless ever since his father kicked him out, her mind was set; she would take Billy in and let him live with them. Everything between Billy and Nick must have just been a big misunderstanding, she reasoned, and in a few months she’d have Billy cleaned up, losing weight, more respectful, and be able to send him off with a new outlook on life. 
As payment, he could chop wood to feed the stoves that kept their house warm. After her parents died when she was barely 20, they left her the family home. It was kept up well enough, but was deep in the woods and cut off from almost any modern conveniences except for electricity. Because of this, it was kept warm during the long winter months with wood stoves. 
There was plenty of wood around them to gather, but as much as Annie loved him, she had to admit that Nick was next to no help in chopping trees with his frail frame. Billy was fat but he was also strong beneath it all, and she knew that he could manage the work far better than Nick. It would be a win-win for all of them; she’d get to help someone, Billy would have a new path in life, and Nick would both be rid of his tormentor and never have to chop another tree again.  
She, of course, didn’t tell Nick about their plans until it finally happened.
It was the first day of Thanksgiving break when Billy came to stay for good. Nick had just finished the laborious trek up the half-frozen, half-mud driveway - a mile and a half of it - and was opening the door when Billy’s stench hit him in a wave. He felt his blood run cold.
He looked around, but no one was in the hallway. Nick shut the door behind him and shrugged off his backpack, leaving his shoes on as he wandered further into the house. Not in the living room, in the dining room…
“We’re in the kitchen, sweetheart!”
Annie’s voice echoed off the walls, and Nick swallowed nervously. The smell made him suspicious; the ‘we’ made him certain. Billy was here.
He stepped from the dining room into the kitchen. His mother was at the stove cleaning, while Billy sat at the kitchen table. He shot Nick an insincere smile. Nick didn’t return it.
“...Mom?” said Nick carefully. “Why is Billy sitting at our table?”
Annie paused a moment, carefully considering her words. She knew that Nick wouldn’t like what she had to say. “Well, dear, I figured that with Billy living on the street, and with us having that extra bedroom-”
“Mom! That’s my game room!” Nick interrupted.
“No, that’s Billy’s room. I brought all your computer stuff into your room so he could move in. I’m sure he’d love to help you-”
“Move in? Mom!” 
Annie sighed, putting down the rag and turning to face her son. “Now Nick, I know you don’t get along with Billy and you two have had a, uh, troubled relationship, but I really think you ought to give him a chance.” 
“Give him a chance?” Nick crossed his arms. “Mom, get him out.”
Annie felt the first crack in her sweet demeanor. “Nick, you know I don’t take well to you trying to order me. I’m the woman of the house-”
“Mom!”
“- and what I say goes. Billy will get a place to stay and steady meals, and in return he’s going to chop all the firewood to keep the house warm. You haven’t even cut half a cord and it’s supposed to be a cold winter.”
Nick shook his head, unable to believe what he was hearing. “M-Mom, you can’t do this to me! You know how badly he treats me, I can’t live with that, that fat, stinking pig!”
Annie shot him a withering glance, and Nick fell silent immediately. Before she could retort, Billy let out a little sniffle. Immediately all of Annie’s attention was on him, brushing by her son to sit at the bully’s side. “Oh, dear, what’s wrong?”
Billy looked down at his feet and said nothing, which only made Annie scoot closer and wrap an arm around his shoulder. She grimaced at the smell, but managed to force a motherly smile again. “C’mon, Billy, you can tell me what’s wrong. I’m here for you.”
The bully whimpered a bit and said nothing, but seeing Annie’s famous patience starting to wane a bit, he finally looked up and wiped a crocodile tear from his eye. “T-That’s what they say to me at school,” he said. 
Annie blinked. “What do you mean?”
Billy took another quiet sob before answering. “At school they call me a fat, stinking pig. I-It’s what they call me the most but they call me other things too.”
Annie’s heart melted, her feeling that Billy was just a misunderstood victim reinforced. Despite her disgust at his smell she gave him a kiss on the forehead, holding him against her chest. “Come on now, don’t cry Billy, it’ll be okay!”
Billy buried his face in her chest, making her blush, but she decided not to comment on it. Only Nick could see the bulge between Billy’s legs twitch, but he knew better than to bring it up; he’d already earned the annoyed wrath of his mother, something that was very new to him. 
After some time crying into Annie’s large breasts, Billy finally pulled back and looked sullenly at the ground. “I-It won’t be okay, though. No matter what I do, I’m always fat and stinky. It’s just who I am.”
“Oh, come now Billy!” said Annie, putting a hand on his shoulder. “I think you’re a handsome young man, and you can do anything you set your mind to.”
Billy leaned against Annie again, not-so-subtly pressing his cheek against her breasts. She chose not to comment again. “No, I can’t ma’am, I eat right, I wash right, but nothing I do helps.”
“You can do it, I’ll help you even!” she said. “Help you eat right, remind you to wash regularly, it’ll be as easy as-”
“It’s not that easy!” Billy interrupted her. “You wouldn’t know what it’s like to be fat and stinky like me, you’re so thin and nice looking.”
Annie flushed slightly, unused to hearing those sort of words from someone Billy’s age. “Wee-eell, Billy, I don’t… know if I’ve ever been your, uh, size before, but I don’t shave much during the winter so I know what it’s like to be all hairy like you, and I’m sure if you put your mind to it you can lose as much weight as you want to!”
Billy let that hang in the air a moment before sitting back up. “Y-You really think so? Gosh…” He saw Annie blush with pride and couldn’t help but smile a bit; he was working her just like he wanted, preying on her motherly instincts and taking full advantage of her in front of Nick himself. A glance to the other boy told Billy that Nick was fully aware, and while he was fuming he didn’t have the balls to do anything about it.
A moment passed, and before Annie could respond Billy stood up, planting a quick peck of a kiss on Annie’s cheek and heading down towards the basement stairs. “Thanks, ma’am, for letting me live here and talking to me. You treat me so much better than everyone else, I really appreciate it!”
Annie couldn’t have gotten much redder at that point, but the smile on her face was wide and genuine. “O-Okay, well, you go downstairs and make yourself comfortable. Nick and I have to talk about this whole arrangement, just to get him on board, y’know? I’m sure he’ll come around.” Billy nodded and opened the door downstairs, taking his first step down.
“Oh, and Billy?”
Billy paused and looked back. Annie looked down at the ground, the smile still on her face. 
“Call me Annie, okay? Ma’am makes me feel old.”
Billy returned the smile, making certain it looked just the right amount of bashful. “Okay, Annie,” he said, and walked downstairs, closing the door behind him. By the time he reached the bottom, he could hear the argument between Nick and Annie flaring up. It was obvious neither of them were used to arguing with the other, or happy to do it, but it was happening nonetheless.
It was a good start. 
-2-
        As mother and son argued upstairs, Billy took the time to acquaint himself with his new digs- his, at least, until he corrupted Annie enough so that he could just sleep in her bed. There was time enough for that in the future; he didn’t figure there was any chance of doing that before Christmas, which was a month away, and so until then this basement would be his domain.
        Billy could see why Nick used it to game. It was more a living room than a basement bedroom, with finished wood paneled walls, a thick carpet, even a wood stove with a vent to help heat the rest of the house. Annie wasn’t kidding when she said the place was wood heated; there was a fireplace in almost every room, each of them in dire need of feeding. Billy could even see the desk where, until recently, Nick’s gaming rig resided. He made a mental note to fuck Annie on that desk in front of the runt. 
        The walls, carpet, even the couch and bed were nice and all, but the thing that most interested Billy about the basement was in the northeast corner; an old-fashioned laundry chute, complimented by a washer and dryer nearby. This was the key to his plan, and why he insisted he be put up on the basement. 
        Billy walked over to the laundry basket position under the chute and started rummaging around in it. As he expected, it was about an equal mix of Annie and Nick’s clothes. He tossed Nick’s clothes aside, focusing instead on Annie’s bras and underwear. After he gathered what looked like all of them, he started to sort them by piles, by colors, cut, and size. From those piles he picked out his favorite ones and huffed each of them. The scent of Annie’s sweat made his cock jump in his pants, but rather than ignore it as he did before, he wedged a hand under his belly folds to rub and pleasure it.
        Something no one else knew about Billy, and something that he had only just recently found out, was that his slobbishness really wasn’t his fault. He could change any time he wanted, physiologically speaking, but he was psychologically unable to. See, his love for utter filth and his total disregard for social norms hadn’t come about naturally, but had been inherited from his mother. 
Something had went wrong in his mother’s genes when she was born, and all her life she had been a disgusting piggish freak. Growing up as a reject, she eventually found that her profanities and disgusting habits could be sort of transmitted to other people when they wore things that were soaked in her own disgusting juices. That was how she managed to rope Billy’s father into a marriage and turned what was once an intelligent, handsome young man into a piggish trucker. 
She had left when Billy was very young, soon getting bored of his father, but for his 19th birthday, Billy received a letter from her. It was brief and smeared in smeg, but it got the point across; it explained to Billy why he was so revolting, and more importantly, that he could change people, too, in the same way she did.
That was what Billy was planning to do here. He was going to torture Nick at his own home for showing him up, and while he was at it the slob was going to corrupt and turn Annie into a disgusting, trashy milf for him to fuck. To do that, all he had to do was gain access to Annie’s laundry and smear it all over his cock and balls.
The thought had occurred to him to turn Nick into a slob, too, but he had decided he didn’t want competition for Annie’s soon to be disgusting pussy. Besides, the whole point of this was to torture NIck, and where would the torture be if he was just as fat and disgusting as his mother, and fucking her proudly at that?
He looked down at the panties and bras in front of him. Would it really work? He hadn’t thought to test it out beforehand, but then again, it was silly not to at least try now that he was here. Come this far, right? Besides, even if he couldn’t convert Annie into his little fuck slut, he knew just how to manipulate her motherly instincts to turn her against her own son. Ruining the little fuck’s life would be worth everything.
Well. Might as well get on with it.
Billy unzipped his pants and lifted his belly, fishing out his cock with some difficulty. He couldn’t see it, exactly, but he knew how it would be; every inch of his thick, lengthy uncircumcised cock would be covered in grease, smegma, sweat and dried cum. It was just the way he liked it, and perfect for this first test run. 
Looking down at the pile, he grabbed his first victim, a pair of silken red panties. He brought it to his nose to sniff, savoring the last scent of Annie the fabric would hold, before using it like a onahole on his cock. 
He let out a moan at the cold shock of the cloth, but soon it warmed up to him, soaking up his smeg and turning it into some sort of disgusting natural lube. Billy closed his eyes and began to lose himself in the process, twisting his nipples, rubbing his huge, stretch marked belly, even fingering himself a bit with his free hand. 
Just moments before climax he managed to pull his hand away from his cock, falling onto all fours to take a breather. After a moment he gathered himself up and used the panties to swipe across his balls and down his massive, sweaty crack, before finally holding out in front of him and studying it. Stained, off-color, and even yellow-brown in some places.
Perfect.
He put it back before grabbing the panty’s matching bra, and repeated the process for every piece of underwear he’d selected. If his mother’s letter wasn't’ entirely bunkum, he should hopefully see results before Thanksgiving. 
Even if it didn’t work, at least he got to jack off with Annie’s panties and bras.
-3-
        The days passed fast for Billy, but each one was torturously slow for Nick. Billy was there when Nick was up in the morning, there whenever he tried to duck away from the slob just for ten minutes, even there when he went to bed, because Billy always chose that moment to go up to his room and stoke the small wood stove he kept in there for heat. 
Even worse, Annie was adding to Nick’s stress;  every time he felt he was about to explode on his bully, Annie would walk in at just the wrong time and Billy would somehow twist Nick’s words to make him look worse off. That, combined with the continuing argument about Billy, meant that Annie and Nick avoided each other throughout the day, each feeling sorry that they were fighting but too convinced of their righteousness to apologize to the other. By the fourth day, they barely said good morning to each other. 
This left Nick rather cut off, because while Annie had Billy to get to know, Nick had no one to turn to. His friends were all gone for the break and he had no way of reaching them even if they were home. All he could do was bottle it in. The thing with that, though, is that eventually everything has to come out, explode into the light. And explode it did.
Things came to a head on Wednesday morning, the day before Thanksgiving. 
There were two bathrooms in the house; one on the first floor for everyone, and another on the second, a master bath attached to Annie’s room. Until now, Annie had run of the upstairs and Nick of the downstairs, and the arrangement worked between them. Though both were incredibly clean, the separation between bathrooms meant that neither had to deal with the other’s messier habits, and so got used to having clean bathrooms exactly the way they liked them.
This, of course, changed when Billy came to stay with them. Since there was no bathroom in the basement (and no money nor plans to make one), Billy had to use one of the two upstairs. Common sense dictated that he share with Nick, since it was both closer and more open to the public. 
Unfortunately for Nick, Billy was the exact opposite of him in everything, including bathroom habits. Each morning Nick woke up to find toothpaste smeared all over the basin of the sink, even though he knew Billy didn’t really brush his teeth, and spittle dried on the mirror. The toilet was always clogged and overflowing, with logs thicker than Nick’s forearm gumming up the pipes and causing the shit-piss mixture to overflow onto the carpeted floor. 
Billy either didn’t notice or didn’t care about the filth he left behind, and so Nick was always stuck soaking it up, unclogging the toilet, cleaning the sink and mirror just for it all to be there again the next morning. 
On that Wednesday morning, both Nick and Annie were up, but Billy was still asleep. It was the first time they’d been alone since they’d begun arguing, and though they usually passed their mornings in silence, this quiet was more awkward than amiable. Nick sat at the kitchen table, pretending to read a book but really fuming about the state of the bathroom, while Annie cooked them all breakfast. 
It was Annie who offered the first, tentative peace offering. “That’s… a new book, I see,” she said. 
Nick blinked and turned the book over. He’d read it a hundred times before, but he knew his mother was just trying to make small talk. The right thing for him to do would be to return it, but some part of him was still bitter, so he just grunted non-committally and lifted the book so that it hid his face. 
Annie let the silence hang a moment before trying again. “Did… you have a good morning? You’re up earlier than usual.”
“No,” came the terse reply.
She set down her spatula, turning around. “No, what? No you’re not up earlier than usual, or-”
“No! No, I did not have a good morning.” The force with which Nick cut her off surprised both of them.
“O-Oh, well, I’m sorry to hear that, Nick,” Annie said softly. She thought for a moment, and though she knew she would probably regret this, she eventually continued. “Why?”
Nick slammed the book down and glared at his mother. “Why? You know why, it’s Billy!”
Annie pursed her lips. “Nick, I really think you should let-”
“-let myself give him a chance? No, god no, why would I ever do that?” Nick said, closing the book and sliding it to the middle of the table. If they were going to do this, they were going to do this right. “He’s tortured me for years in school, Mom, and you really expect me to just forgive and forget now that he’s living here? No!” 
Nick stood up quickly, knocking his chair back, and strode a few feet as if to leave, but he stopped in the doorway. “And even if he were perfect in every other way, he’d still have ruined my morning and every other morning I’ve had because he’s an absolute slob!”
Annie’s face was red, but she kept her tone even. “Come now, Nick, he’s a little messy sure, but I’m sure it’s not too bad.”
Nick gave her an incredulous look. “Not… what? Have you even stepped into the first floor bathroom since he got here? It’s trashed, Mom, it’s disgusting! And that’s after I do everything I can to make it better. Toothpaste everywhere, shit clogging the toilet, pisswater overflowing and soaking into your brand new carpet. I spend at least an hour every morning fixing it up so it’s passable, but I’m getting behind and it’s going to be a few weeks before that carpet is beyond repair.”
Annie stood back up, scraping the spatula across the bottom of the pan to start solidifying the scrambled eggs. In truth, she hadn’t seen the bathroom since Billy had moved in, but she could smell the stench coming from it every night. She just figured Billy had smelly bowel movements - what of his wasn’t smelly? - and thought nothing else of it. Now that she knew what was going on, the question remained; what did she do? 
She wanted to believe her son, and she knew Billy well enough to think that he could be capable of it, but Nick had been so persistent on bad mouthing his new roommate that she thought there was a chance that he could just be making it all up to make her kick Billy out. 
Finishing the eggs, she slid them onto the serving plate, turning around and setting them on the table. Looking up, she saw Nick still standing there in the doorway, awaiting an answer, a response, anything. She had figured he’d stormed off to his room.
“...alright, Nick,” she finally sighed. “I’ll talk to him and see what I can do. But for now let’s just sit down and eat, okay?”
Nick crossed his arms and shook his head once. “No, Mom.”
Annie closed her eyes, taking a deep breath before continuing. “No, what?”
“No, you’re not going to talk to him, because I’m not going to share a bathroom with him anymore. Nothing you can do will stop him from being disgusting, so I’m just going to change bathrooms.”
Annie gaped at him a second. “What gives you the right-”
“I’m going to do it, Mom! Either he changes bathrooms or I do!”
Now it was her turn to cross her arms, tossing the fork in her hand to the table. “Nick, you don’t get to decide these things, I do. There’s no other options! The only other bathroom is mine, and I can’t share a bathroom with a teenager!”
Nick paused; Annie was right, it wouldn’t be appropriate. But then, neither was sharing a bathroom with Billy. He put his foot down. “Either Billy uses your bathroom or I do.” He said this fully expecting more resistance, so he couldn’t quite believe what he heard when his mother said,”Fine.”
Nick blinked. “Fine?”
Annie nodded. “Fine.” She could see plainly he wasn’t going to let up until he had his way, and truthfully she was tired of arguing. She wasn’t used to conflict in her household and it took a lot out of her. For the sake of peace, she was going to give Nick what he wanted - but only partially. “Fine, you and Billy won’t have to share a bathroom anymore. You’ll get the downstairs like you’ve always had, and Billy will share the bathroom with me. If he’s as bad as you say he is, he need real help, and I’m going to help him.”
Nick’s lips parted as if he were going to protest, but nothing came out. Truthfully, he wanted to be the one to share a bathroom with his mother, just so he could isolate her from Billy, but… a win was a win. 
“O-Oh, uh… okay,” he said. They stood there a moment, each somewhat surprised the argument was over so quickly. Nick decided to push his luck. “But there’s another thing-”
“What?” Annie interrupted curtly, glaring at him. 
Nick shrunk away from her gaze and looked down. “J-Just, just that he does wood chopping, which is nice, b-but, I still do most of the chores, and I just think it’s unfair that-”
“Christ, Nick! Fine! Fine, he’ll do more chores, just get over it for now, okay?” Annie’s voice was loud but even; it was more unnerving than if she’d screamed at Nick. “He’s going to take over laundry since it’s in the basement. Happy?”
Silently, Nick nodded and sat down at the kitchen table. The two ate breakfast in silence, and when they were done Annie cleaned up. The two didn’t talk the rest of the day.


Billy found out the new order of things pretty fast. He woke up around two in the afternoon and, after sleepily trudging up the stairs towards the bathroom, found Nick standing in his way with a triumphant smirk. Since Annie was in the other room, the bully held back from saying what came to his mind and instead asked him politely to move. Nick replied with about as much humility as could be expected, which is to say, none, and he happily added that Billy had a new chore to do. Billy just nodded along, still acutely aware of Annie’s possibly listening presence nearby. 
He was incensed at first, and he struggled to keep himself in check as he trudged up the stairs to Annie’s room. Soon, though, he realized what a gift he’d been given.
It was true that he could no longer torment Nick by destroying the bathroom each night. However, what he’d been given in place of that was full, unfettered access to Annie’s private rooms whenever he ‘needed to go’, which could be quite often. More importantly, it ensured that only Annie would be exposed to the raw sewage that he made, making certain her transition would be swift and Nick wouldn’t be tainted with his filth. Billy had already seen some small changes in Nick, and was glad to be sure they’d stop. 
Even the added chore of laundry was a blessing. Before, he had to worry about Annie seeing how filthy her things were and asking Nick to do them instead. Now that they were officially his domain, he could just feign ignorance on how washing worked an keep Annie supplied with a steady stream of nasty, filthy underwear. Nick’s doom had been sealed ever since Billy got that letter from his mother, but the little whelp just ensured it would happen so much quicker. 
By the time he opened the door to Annie’s room, he was smiling with delight, and that smile grew wider once he saw what he was going to defile. The bedsheets were silky and white, same as the floor, and her dresser was made of mahogany - inherited from her parents, he’d later find out. It was the perfect room to destroy, but that would be some time in the future; he was more interested in her bathroom. 
The bathroom was less impressive than the bedroom, but still impressive nonetheless. He was mostly interested in the fact that nearly everything in the bathroom was white, including the ground. Billy enjoyed white things; it made it easier to show off his filth. The shower was large, but with his bulk he would barely fit. An idea formed in his mind on how he could accelerate the rate of Annie’s devolution. It would be ready tonight, and so for now he held in his shit and lumbered down the stairs into the kitchen. “Annie, I’m hungry! What do we have to eat?”


 Later that night, Annie walked into her bathroom to find a disaster. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, it turned out Nick was right about at least this aspect of Billy. The mirror and sink were both smeared with greenish-brown sludge, there was a massive puddle of piss in front of the toilet, and inside the bowl itself was what seemed to be one massive log, curled up in a cone. Its thickness put most people’s forearms to shame, and would have clogged the old pipes for sure, had Billy even bothered to flush it.
Even worse, in Annie’s mind, was the destruction brought to her shower. She had ordered Billy to take a shower, just to try it, and apparently he did. What was left behind were shit, piss, smeg and snot smears all over the fabric curtain and onto the walls, with stray pubes and hairs almost making a carpet on everything. 
Annie stood there for a moment, stunned, but soon the harsh smell of Billy’s filth threw her out coughing. It was like a rotting carcass blended with shit, piss, and god knows what else. 
She stumbled back onto her bed and took a minute to catch her breath, and the second she could, she yelled, “Billy! Billy, get up here, right now!” Somewhere in the house Nick sniggered. He recognized her ‘you’re fucked’ voice from when he was growing up.
Billy was just returning from chopping some firewood when he heard her. He grinned, set down his ax, and trotted up the stairs into Annie’s room. Fresh and sweaty from his work, the smell of his body odor nearly knocked Annie back, and it took her a moment to regain her composure.
“B-Billy!” she said, face stern. “You absolutely wrecked my bathroom! What do you have to say for yourself?”
Billy looked down at his feet, putting on a little ‘abused puppy’ show. He didn’t respond, even when Annie began tapping her foot impatiently. Only when she was starting to be visibly angry did he reply- it was a difficult balancing act, toying with her but staying in her good graces.
“W-Well,” he began quietly, “I-I have, uh, trouble… reaching places on my uh, my body, you know? And I can’t see it really well to clean it, or see what I leave behind, and it’s just so hard, so I, uh… well I uh…”
Annie tried to keep a stern face, but as Billy’s performance continued, her expression melted. “Oh, well, Billy, I didn’t know you had trouble like that,” she said. “I guess… well, until you lose weight that is, I think I could help you wash up in the shower.”
        Annie was blushing madly at the thought, scandalized that it was even necessary, but while Billy acted the same way, blush and all, inwardly he grinned. “O-Oh, I uh… well, if you really need to, I guess,” he said under his breath.
        The silence hung in the air a few moments before Annie sighed, closing her eyes and steeling herself. She could do it. She did it for Nick growing up. What was so bad about this? It’s essentially the same act, right?
        “Alright,” she said finally. “Come on, let’s go. We don’t have all day.”
Billy waddled into the bathroom with his head down and Annie followed him. He began to disrobe, and Annie had to hold back a retch as she saw what a disgusting boy he really was. Rolls upon rolls of flab adorned his body, layering on each other to give the appearance that he was nearly a pile of pancakes. 
The only things that stood out as unique on his rotund body were two sagging, hairy moobs and an equally grotesque and round belly, which flopped down to his knees without his pants and shirt holding it in. 
If that weren’t bad enough, then came the actual condition of him. He was slathered in this light, shiny grease that seemed to drip off him every time he moved. Each fat fold seemed to be leaking rotten sweat and ooze, all of which gathered in increasing amounts as it went down his body. The smell that accompanied this all was… well, Annie nearly fell over.
It took her a few moments to gain her composure, and Billy took the opportunity to let out a quick, silent fart. He could see the effect of his stench slowly grow, but just being exposed to his smells indirectly wouldn’t be enough for what he needed. As much as he liked watching her suffer, he had to go ahead with his plan.
“Uhhh, Annie?”
His words snapped Annie out of her daze. “O-Oh yes, uh, g-get in the shower, Billy, and I’ll show you the best way to get all those little bits of your body you aren’t… well, aren’t reaching.
Billy struggled to lift his legs high enough to slip into the shower, but he managed after a few moments. Annie breathed a sigh of relief - she had expected she’d need to help push him in - and began scrubbing. 
The actual work of it wasn’t as bad as she’d expected, at least not at first. Annie kept a long handled boar hair brush in her shower; it was originally for the horses that used to be on the property, but she found it was just as useful here. 
The old brush did well in pushing through Billy’s fat folds to scrape out the gunk inside. Annie found she had to rinse it off after every other pass, though, because if she didn’t the gunk would build up and she’d end up just pushing around what was already there. 
After ten minutes of hard work, she finally made enough progress to be satisfied with the state of Billy’s enormous belly. It wasn’t near perfect, but it was as good as it would get. Annie figured he must not have washed for years to get this bad, and it would take more than one shower to fix the filthy debt he’d accrued.
“Alright Billy, let’s start with your backside. Turn around, will you?” Annie asked, barely able to hide her grimace. Nick wasn’t nearly wrong about what Billy could be, at least as far as his hygiene. 
Billy obliged with a grin, turning around and bending over to moon Annie. Before she could react at the sight of his massive ass jiggling at her, Billy grunted and blasted out a trumpet of hot gas directly into Annie’s face. She instinctively gasped, eyes watering, and stumbled back with a gag.
“F-Fuck, god, oh god, f-ffffuck!” she yelled, falling on her ass and burying her head in her hands as she tried to claw the smell away. “G-God, Billy, I, oh jeez.” She tossed the brush at him. “You can finish up, I showed you a lot, I have to uh… uh…”
She said she was going to go, preferably to wash off the dingleberries that had splattered onto her face, but the effect of his gas directly in her face was beginning to go to work, and Annie felt a sharp, painful rumbling in her stomach. 
“Oh, no…” she groaned, looking around. There wasn’t time to dash downstairs- it wasn’t proper, but she had no other choice. Annie stumbled up, yanked her pants down, and sat on the toilet just as thick logs exploded from her asshole. A fresh shock of fiery yet carefully trimmed hair ringed her pussy, which was as reserved as a cunt could really look. She burned with humiliation, looking up at Billy’s half-amused face.
“T-Tell no one this happened,” she managed after a few minutes of intense shitting. 
Billy only grinned and nodded.