The target toilet's eyes fluttered open; relaxed, rested. He looks up and notices the Goddess massive booty hanging over him, her towering heeled black boots nearly straddling his ears.
He gasped and stammered, "Please! Ho...how'd you find me?"
The Goddess laughs, "Are you kidding? You leave a trail like a snail...then again, looking at you; makes sense."
"Just...I beg of you, please, turn around and let's just talk."
"Hm..." the Goddess says, thinking; "Talk, huh? Alright."
She turns, her pristine rose now facing the target.
"Than...," the toilet begins to say...
As the Goddess comes down, fairly fast and hard; "You don't mind if I sit do you?" Her hot pink micro-skirt micro-fluttering as her booty makes deep contact with the toilet's face. "I like to sit when I talk," she said, sighing in relaxation.
The toilet, his face buried deep within the Goddess' booty, rattled his head violently, trying to find someway to escape the Goddess' already toxically potent ass. She shifted up and forward a bit, the toilet's face nearly flush against her bootyhole as...
BRRRRRRRRMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTT!
"Ahhhhhh, that's real good, right toilet? So what did you have to say; how will I be convinced to, keep in mind, do my job?" She asks, sitting up as if intrigued but more to sit her full weight on this pathetic toilet's face. He creaked and groaned, squirming underneath.
"See, because, well, as you can see, this is a very personal process for me...and, to be frank; I'm 'ready to go' like now. Like maybe even yesterday, if you catch my...
PRRRRUUUUMMMPPPPP!
...ahhhh....drrriiift. That's nice though, isn't it deary?" She tussles his hair playfully.
The toilet trashed and kicked around, trying to free himself from underneath the Goddess' heavy booty; trying to free himself from the noxious combination of M&Ms and Indian food. She was particularly pleased with her aroma tonight; thicker than usual and several times more putrid.
The Goddess' booty growled like a lion; and everything fell silent. Until the Goddess' groaning and grunting got just a little louder, a little more strained. A single drop of sweat fell from her hairline as she leaned back again, relaxing. Like a water crank, a mighty, ten pound log extrudes cleanly from the Goddess' booty and invades, at first, the toilet's nostrils with a pressing force. The toilet's mouth was forced open to alleviate the pressure as the log snaked it's way down his throat, breaking and dropping like the Goddess had shit direct in his stomach acid toilet. More quickly followed like subway cars seeking shelter in this man's stomach.
It began to bluge, much to the Goddess' delight as hard shit forced it's way back out the toilet's nostrils painfully. He screamed as the Goddess washed him in a sea of dark, almost black sludge all down his throat as he gargled the toxic diarrhea into his system.
Like an excited school girl, the Goddess grabs both orbs of her booty and splits them; dropping a tuba like, twenty second fart that fracked into the toilet's already tormented face. Tears ran down his cheeks profusely; from humiliation, from defeat, but mostly from pain, utter and inhuman pain.
Through foggy eye, the toilet could see the Goddess' bootyhole expand and reveal another massive log, battleship-sized, crowning from her anus. Then like a fool looking into a hose too long, the log plunged fast and quick at the toilet's face, burying it deep within the shitty-walls of the Goddess' fine log.
The toilet gasped and panted for breath as his only air soon became filtered through feces. More logs plunged through his face and choked him like a spear too long lodged directly down his throat. His eyes rolled back, his body stiffening.
PRRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPP!
Into his now lifeless body the fart was more a bodily function now than a device but still it felt good to unleash it in a pathetic toilet's face.
Confidently, strongly, the Goddess rolls off the toilet's body. A neat yet horrid pile of the Goddess waste sits atop the man's face; it smells of Indian lentils, cheeses and chocolate; a deep, dank smell, humid almost.
The Goddess phone chirps.
Kill confirmed: Toilet Jacob
New target: Toilet Martin
Wealthy Internet Startup CEO
Home: SECURE, Armed Guards
Work: NO INFORMATION, Personnel Only
Weaknesses: Strip clubs, recommend intercept and persuasion to privacy room; Drivers, possible intercept driver and divert to seclusion
Use best judgement.
Good luck.
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