# Summer Pisses Off Ethan

By: TheDragonBoy

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“You know, you’re lucky Ethan- lucky my sister has a heart,” Morty said. It was the night following the aftermath of their breakup, when Summer had turned herself into a giant inside-out monster and Morty had dished out some impromptu revenge. At first, Summer had been content to let Ethan stay in his disfigured state for the rest of his life- he definitely wouldn’t be getting another girlfriend that way- but now she was starting to feel just a little guilty, or at least tired of seeing his ugly face groaning around town.

Currently, Morty stood next to Ethan, who was constantly moaning with what sounded like gratitude. They stood in front of the Morphizer-XE with Summer at the controls, Rick had given them both a quick overview of how to actually use the thing so that when they inevitably screwed up with it a second time he wouldn’t have to come and clean up their mess again.

After a few seconds Summer seemed confident with the settings and fired the ray at Ethan, and a few moments later he was suddenly back to normal. He started tearing up as he looked himself over, then threw his arms around himself and collapsed on the driveway, crying from joy. What Summer thought would be a happy, touching moment, where he maybe even learned a lesson, was turning into something a bit more awkward and kinda sad.

“Wow, I guess he had even more wrapped up in his body-image than I did,” Summer commented quietly.

“Shut up you crazy bitch!” Ethan yelled, still sobbing, “What kind of girl has her brother change someone into a freaky monster just because he breaks up with her!?” The Smith siblings were both a bit surprised by the sudden outburst.

“Hey, I didn’t ask him to do that! And at least I’m mature enough to let go of the past and fix my mistakes!” Summer retorted, though in the back of her mind she couldn’t really deny his point.

“Hey, hey, calm down!” Morty interrupted.

“You stay away from me, you psychopath!” Ethan replied and scrambled away, “I hope I never see anyone from your freaky, sci-fi family ever again!” And with that he clambered to his feet and bolted into the street.

“No way, Ethan! You do not get to pin this all on us! Get back here!” Summer shouted.

Ethan just kept running.

“That’s it!” she exclaimed. She started quickly hitting buttons and turning knobs on the Morphizer-XE until another beam started shooting out. She ran out in front of it and immediately started to grow.

“Summer! What the heck are you doing?!” Morty asked, running over to turn off the machine. But by the time he managed to get it off, his sister was already bigger than the house again. Once the ray was gone, Summer took off after Ethan, shaking the ground with every step.

At her size it didn’t take long to catch up. Morty could hear Ethan screaming in fear as he ran breathlessly after them. By the time he reached them, Summer was holding Ethan in her fist with a furious look on her face.

“Summer!” Morty said between breaths, “Did you really have to make yourself all huge again?”

“Of course I did Morty! How else was I supposed to catch him!?” She replied, her voice deep and distorted due to her size.

“Well, now what?” he asked.

Summer looked down at the boy cowering in her hand. There was no way he was getting off the hook that easily: putting all the blame on her and her family, calling them freaks- he hadn’t learned anything! He was still a jerk! She had to teach him a lesson.

“I have an idea,” Summer said, she stretched out her free giant hand in front of Morty, “Come on.”

“Oh geez, Summer, do I really have to be involved in this?” He asked.

“Oh yeah Morty, I’m gonna need your help,” she replied a little too eagerly. Morty was clearly nervous, but he didn’t really have a choice given his current position, so he climbed onto his sister’s hand.

She carried them back to their house, where she sent Morty inside for some rope and some duct tape. She then instructed him to bind Ethan’s hands and feet and tape his mouth, while she held him in place with a finger. Morty could tell there was no reasoning with his sister, and there wasn’t much he could do to stop her at this size.

“Oh geez, Ethan,” he whispered nervously, “You really did it this time.” When he was done, Summer took them in her hands again and started off away from the house.

“Um, Summer, where are we going?” Morty asked.

“Stay quiet and you’ll find out,” Summer replied, clearly still angry. She walked for a minute into a more rural area until something caught her eye and she suddenly changed direction and sped up. They stopped in front of a large water tower, even taller than Summer was. She dropped Ethan on the platform that surrounded the tank and raised her other hand so Morty could climb off.

“Stand him up Morty,” she said. He really wanted to ask what his sister was thinking, but he decided staying quiet was probably a better idea. As Morty helped Ethan to his feet, Summer carefully broke off a small section of the railing. Morty’s eyes widened, Was she going to have him push Ethan to his death?! He was only half right, but he didn’t have a chance to ask.

Summer positioned herself in front of the gap, reached down one hand and pulled open the front of her pants and underwear. Even in the moonlight, they could faintly make out her oversized pubic hairs and the beginning of her giant slit.

“Oh geez! Summer! Gross! I do not need to see that!” Morty yelled, covering his eyes with one hand.

“Oh grow up Morty I’m your sister! It’s not like I’ve never seen yours before,” she replied, “Now bring him over here!”

Ethan started to squirm and scream, but he couldn’t move too much without falling over and the tape on his mouth kept him from making much noise.

“Aw man, oh geez,” Morty muttered as he guided Ethan over, still trying to cover his eyes while peeking enough to see where he was going. They stopped at the gap in the rail.

“Push him over!” Summer demanded. Morty hesitated for a moment, but realized that at this point his big sister could do this with or without his help, and if he didn’t help then she might be mad at him next. So he looked away and gave Ethan a little shove.

With his hands and legs tied, that was all it took to send him over. Summer watched as he fell with a muffled scream, and landed with a dull thud on the stretchy material of her panties. He slid quickly on the steep incline of fabric until he disappeared into the forest of her pubes. Once Summer could feel him up against her skin, she let her pants slap shut.

There was a moment of silence as Summer tensed her legs and hips, feeling him pressed up against her lips. For a while, there wasn’t a sound except for the Smiths’ breathing. Was this all Summer had planned? Morty wondered, Was she that desperate to have him “inside” her?

His question was answered when he saw Summer start to shift. She crouched down slightly and spread her legs, and her face started to show signs of strain. Morty began to hear the faint sounds of… rain? It wasn’t raining; there weren’t even any clouds. He looked down at his sister again, and then it hit him.

“Oh God- Summer! Are you peeing your pants!?” Morty exclaimed. He put a hand to his mouth as he gagged, realizing what her real plan had been.

Yes, Summer was wetting herself- not that that was particularly unusual for her. Her real focus was on the fact that she was wetting Ethan. He was pressed almost directly against her urethra, probably drowning in the foul liquid. At that size, her emptying bladder sounded like a whirlpool and the gush of urine like a literal waterfall as it smacked against the fabric of her clothes, leaked through, and then pattered to the ground like a shower of acid rain. It went on for seconds, and as it continued Summer began to moan deviously in satisfaction.

“This is the closest you’ll ever get to my virgin pussy Ethan! That’s right. You were pissing all over me and my family, now it’s your turn!” she said. She shook her butt, spraying some of the falling urine around. As she found herself emptying out, she took another moment to revel in the pleasure of having him pressed up against her, soaked in her fluids. For a moment, she considered reaching her hand down and pushing him inside, she wondered how he would feel squirming around between her giant walls, but then she decided against it: after all, he didn’t deserve to be inside her.

Finally she was done, and the patter of falling droplets slowed. “Man, I hope you’re satisfied now, Summer,” Morty said as he gagged again, the smell starting to reach his height, “I’m not sure anyone deserves punishment like that. Is he even still alive?” She couldn’t really feel him moving, and the thought of a dead boy up against her privates didn’t exactly thrill her. So she reached into her pants and grabbed hold of Ethan as gently as she bothered, pulling him out and bringing him up to eye level- just below the water tower platform.

Ethan coughed weakly. One of his arms was clearly broken from the fall, and he probably had much more damage than that. Not to mention he was soaked clean through in Summer’s urine. For just a moment she felt a tiny bit of remorse, maybe she had gone too far? She watched as he went to rub his eyes and then yelled as they assumedly burned even more.

Summer frowned just slightly, but then had an idea. She reached her free hand up to the water tower and pried the top off. Morty yelled and grabbed hold of the railing as the whole tower shook slightly. “Summer! Be careful!” he shouted. She noted him silently but didn’t reply. With the top open, she lifted Ethan up with her other hand and dunked him in the water. She couldn’t see that high, so she swished him back and forth lightly a couple times just to make sure he got good and clean.

When she took him out, he was sputtering and coughing hard. The combination of urine and water seemed to have weakened the tape, which had presumably fallen off somewhere in the tank. She placed him down on the platform next to Morty as he caught his breath.

“Is that better?” she asked awkwardly. There was a long moment of silence.

“Better?” Ethan managed, coughing again, “Better!? You crazy bitch!”

Okay, I deserved that, Summer thought.

“What kind of pervert are you!? You’re sick! Sick!!” He started to shout as loud as he could. “I hope you enjoyed that, cause when I get out of here I’m going straight to the police! They’re gonna take you and your whole insane family and lock you up for life! You’ll never have another man that close to your whore-hole again!” He paused to take a breath and cough some more. “And you know what? The thing I’m happiest about is that I never did have sex with your virgin ass, so if you ever want to have anyone inside you, you’ll have to settle for prison dick!!”

Morty watched as his sister’s expression slowly shifted from regret, back into anger, and then mixed with grief and fear as Ethan’s words hit her and she realized the position she had put them in. “Oh, geez. Oh geez,” he muttered quietly. But as Ethan finished his rant, Morty saw a lightbulb go off in Summer’s head. It was his final choice of words that had given her the idea, “if you ever want to have anyone inside you…” Summer positioned herself back in front of the gap in the railing.

“Bring him over,” she ordered. Morty started to lift Ethan up and carry him to the gap, Ethan struggled- even if only to give his captors a hard time.

“Summer, what are you gonna do?” Morty started to ask, “It’s not like-”

“Drop him,” Summer interrupted, just before moving her head below the gap and opening her mouth wide.

Morty looked down at his sister in horror, “No Summer! This is going too far! You can’t just go and- You’re talking about- about killing him, Summer!”

“Well what choice do we have?! You heard what he said, if we let him go now we all go to jail!” Morty was about to retort but Summer cut him off, “Besides, since when do you have such a firm moral compass? Remember the time you and grandpa Rick went to the purge planet? Or when you had Armathy? Just look at how many people Rick kills every day!” Morty stayed silent but she kept going, talking herself more and more into the idea. “And this way there’s no evidence, by the time everything’s over it’ll be like this never happened. You were ready to let him live a life as a disfigured monster, this is merciful compared to that.”

“Alright!” Morty yelled, just loud enough for his giant sister to hear over her own voice. There was a short moment of silence.

“Morty, no,” Ethan pleaded, it seemed the situation had finally started to sink in now that his life was on the line. “Your sister’s gone totally nuts, you can’t let her do this. Prove me wrong, don’t be crazy like the rest of your family.” Morty still remained silent. “If you help me get away I’ll lie to the cops, I’ll tell them you weren’t here, you’ll be better off without those other psychos.”

A small spark of anger flashed across Morty’s face. “You should’ve kept your mouth shut, Ethan,” he said quietly.

Morty grabbed him and pushed him up to the edge of the platform. He started struggling violently, his pleas becoming indecipherable as he started breaking into tears. It was difficult, but Morty managed to keep him under control.

“Don’t you go falling in too,” Summer said, with the smallest hint of genuine concern. She opened her mouth once again: a slimy, gaping, pink maw that sparkled in the moonlight, strands of giant saliva glistening as they stretched its length. Ethan and Morty could feel the hot breath wash over them from below, and see her huge tongue swell in anticipation.

Morty sighed. And then he gave a shove.

As Ethan fell, he screamed some form of last words, but Morty didn’t register it; he saw the teenager descend closer and closer to his destination, and he wanted to look away, but he couldn’t. He watched, frozen with fascinated horror as Ethan landed with a splat on Summer’s wet tongue, feet away from the back of her throat, still barely illuminated by the moon. Then he saw his sister’s teeth snap shut and her lips close over, and Ethan disappeared from the rest of the world.

Summer felt him land heavily in her mouth, shutting her jaws emphatically. She lowered her head back to a normal angle and took a moment to experience the sensation. He wasn’t moving much- probably stunned by the impact- but his flavor was soaking threw onto her tongue. The salty, meaty taste of his skin; the artificial taste of his clothing; and the faint remaining tang of her own urine. For a moment, her mouth began to move by instinct, ready to do what it always did to food and start chewing. But she stopped herself- that would be too gross, she decided, better to just swallow him quickly and let her stomach do the work.

She rolled him around on her tongue, he was already plenty wet from all he had been through, so he didn’t need much lubrication. She considered saying something first, giving him a final send off, but she realized she didn’t have anything left to say to him- her digestive system would deliver the message just fine. She pushed him to the back of her throat, along with the small pool of saliva that had built up in anticipation. She closed her eyes, and swallowed.

It was a loud, wet gulp, uncomfortably audible given her size. Morty watched his sister’s throat bob, knowing well what was slipping past beneath her skin. And then he was gone. No sign of him- not a trace. He stared down at Summer in disbelief, she had completely hidden him from the world, taken him away to never return. He was still in there, somewhere buried within walls of flesh and fluid, but for all practical purposes, Ethan was gone. Eaten alive.

The Smith siblings stood there for a moment, coming to terms with what they had done. Finally, Morty spoke.

“Summer, can we go home now?”

“Yeah,” she answered after a pause. She reached up her hand and Morty climbed on, then she turned and started walking away.

As Summer walked, she kept the hand holding her brother against her chest to keep him from falling backward. Morty stared blankly at the fabric of her shirt as she looked ahead to where she was going. Slowly, he turned and pressed his ear to the pink surface. Between the pounding of her stride, he could hear her heartbeat thumping away, and below that he could hear the quiet gurgles of her innards, doing what they were designed to do. He heard a rather loud squelch, and a moment later thought he could hear what sounded like a faint scream, but he decided he’d rather not know for sure. He pulled his ear away.

Originally Published: 28-May-2018