The Goddess Rosemary sighs as she completes another line of data. What a terrible waste of her intelligence and time but this, as anything, was only a means to an end.
Her eyes followed but her head did not move as she watched her next victim. An involuntarily smile formed on her face and her tummy growled in agreement.
Time to go to work.
She stood from her desk, her booty gurgled just a bit; its contents sloshing, dying for release. But not without her command. She followed the toilet who darted into the men's bathroom. She entered behind him.
He washed his hands and finally looked over, noticing the Goddess.
He is startled. "Ro....Rosemary...hi...what, you...I, here? Bathroom, mens."
"Awww, how sweet; you're very flustered. That's understandable sweetie, I am quite the gorgeous Goddess."
He nodded obediently. "Yes...beautiful...God....Goddess."
"That's right hun, Goddess. I said gorgeous but that's fine, I won't mince words; you got the important one."
The toilet is nervous to speak, "Wi...will we make...ma...make love Goddess?"
"Just relax when you speak dear. And no, we won't; that's not really my style."
The toilet's eyes fill with sadness; disappointment.
The Goddess feels generous; "Okay sweetie, here's what I'll do. I want you to lick my ass; would that be good enough to satisfy your lust for me?"
The toilet nods pathetically.
"Good sweetie, come with me," the Goddess instructs as she leads the toilet into handicapped stall; a Goddess needs her space after all. She locks the stall door behind them.
The toilet looks eager, stupid fool.
"Okay dear, lie down in the toilet."
"What?"
"Sweetie, please. You agreed to this; I asked you to do something, you'd best do it."
The toilet snapped to order and shook from nervous fear as he did as he was asked; the Goddess hid her pleased smile from him.
She savored her walk up to the toilet. "There we are, perfect fit," she giggled. She slipped down her pinstripe work pants; they hung around her ankles over her spit-shiny black boots with a nine inch heel. She rubber her heel gently, setting up shop, right near the toilet's balls; she applied no pressure now, put the option was there.
Her tiny, barely visible pink panties were all that remained. The toilet's eyes were glued on her ass; she took pleasure in watching him watch her remove them. Her booty jiggled in dire anticipation. Relief was just moments away.
The toilet couldn't help but squeal, delighted as the Goddess' booty first shadowed his face, then descended upon it with the full weight of her massive buttocks. As his face enters the cavernous booty of Goddess Rosemary, the tight, firm cheeks press against his face, squeesing them.
"Start licking hunny," the Goddess urges, twirling her tall heel around the toilet's balls.
The toilet, immersed in darkness, extends his tongue; he makes contact with the mucousy, moist walls of the Goddess' anus. They shudder with delight.
Another lick and the Goddess loses it.
BRRRRRRRAAAAAAAUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPP!
For twenty seconds a fart rips through the toilet's open mouth as he can do nothing else but take it in, both stunned and incapacitated by the forceful winds. "Mmmmmmm, that feels so good;
Then, like a second bomb, the smell hit and the toilet's eyes immediately watered as he kicked. He screamed, trying to push the Goddess off his face but she was too much for him.
"Sweetie, no one said stop licking," she slowly lowers her heel on the toilet's balls; not enough for pain but just to establish dominance and control.
His breathing slowed and his tongue extended again, the anus now sour and unpleasant. He quickly recoiled and choked.
"Aww, a little smelly dear? That's okay, I feel..." the Goddess trails off, groaning.
Her booty shudders and shakes under the pressure before finally a massive, wedding cake sized shit begins to crown from her bootyhole.
"Eat up!" She squeals with joy to herself as the massive log fires out with cannon force straight through the toilet's face. Is it continued to pour out, most smashed against his face; wedging under his eyelids, stinging them. Some filled his nostrils with an terrible stink and feeling of exploding, overfilled with thick, cement-hard shit. Worst of all, shit flows down his throat as he chokes and gags on logs he can't possibly handle; unable to break them. The lodge in his throat like a spear; he gurgles and sputters.
The Goddess raises her arms over her head, stretching as her booty erupts with a massively wet fart explosion all over the toilet's barely visible face. The excess flowed off but the toilet water already pooled to the back of the toilet's head.
The Goddess takes a bit of fun as she raises her leg and rips a nice, dry fart through the toilet's face. It further dries the piled shit and freshens up the toxic fumes around the toilet's head. It's of little consequence now; he barely stirs. His body involuntarily spasms at moments but he's finished.
Rosemary Goddess drops her heel hard on the toilets balls and like a mummy risen from the dead, he moans weakly but out loud; his voice muffled by a log of shit filling his mouth. As his wide mouth moans, the Goddess blasts an ocean full of sloppy, thick diarrhea down the toilet's throat. He gargles the toxic liquid down as the toilet water levels rise around him.
His head never emerges from the thick, shit-filled water. The Goddess continues unloading as the water buries the toilet; his bubbles of life becoming less and less frequent until they stop completely.
The Goddess sighs, quite satisfied. She stands off the toilet; holding her bootycheeks apart as she farts, loudly and proudly; the liter from her booty flying off. When she's finished, her butt looks pristine and clean as ever, though likely not smelling as sweetly.
She giggles to herself and lifts her panties and pantsuit pants back up. She looks back and admires her work; the toilet's head is buried in a pool of dark, thick brown shit.
She kicks his body softly but he doesn't move.
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