The Goddess got the idea to become a nurse. Not for the noble purpose of helping people; although, indirectly, you could maybe argue that...in some way, kinda. No, the Goddess wanted to be a nurse so she could have her pathetic, but specifically weak, sick toilets come to her. She considered it her duty, a public service in a way, to knock of these weak links in human evolution.
And what better; a credible, but most importantly, legally protected way of 'accidentally' letting toi...patients die. The Goddess giggled to herself in giddy glee; her stomach grumbled almost delightfully. She practically skipped, in her car, to the hospital; her psychological credentials should be more than enough to qualify her.
"I'm afraid we're completely full here Ms...," the hospital administrator said; he sat behind a cluttered desk. He wore a hipster, cloth suit with the elbow patches,
"Just Rosemary, please."
"Yes, Rosemary; alright, well as much as I'd love to hire you on, as much as I think we could use your experience here, I just can't hire you. Not with the budget we're under right now."
The Goddess was getting a little impatient; she could look at other hospitals but she really just wanted to get started. She considered taking out this toilet but it probably would have just meant she'd have to take out a whole line of other people too; which, of course, would be fine but needlessly messy right now. She decided to just keep it simple. "You sure there's nothing I can do?" The Goddess asked, flirtatiously; sitting forward a bit now to accentuate her magnificent rack.
The administrator looked down at her chest, excitedly, and then back at her with disappointed eyes. He was clearly a very sad man.
"I'm sorry, there's nothing you can do. Someone would have to leave and I don't see that happen. No one is hiring right now and everyone's pretty happy with their jobs here."
"Which of your nurses do you think is most expendable," the Goddess asks bluntly.
The administrator tilts his head in confusion, "Why...would you want to know that."
"No reason, thanks for seeing me today; I have a feeling I'll be back so I won't go far."
"I admire your spirit young lady but I just don't see it happening."
The Goddess winks at him and shuts the door to his office. She hears, nearby, the busy buzz of the nurse's station; she walks in that direction.
She watches a group of nurses huddled around the station, one sits behind a computer, two have their head buried in file folders. Another is making copies on an old copy machine, hitting it once or twice, frustrated. The Goddess watches for a while, trying to get a feel for them.
Then she spots him, an obnoxious prick of a nurse. She watches his fellow nurses look disgusted as he approaches and the air about him is arrogant; he needed to be brought down...well, in this case, way down.
The Goddess watched the asshole nurse walk into a secluded area; she followed, almost shadowing him. She spotted a closet not far ahead of him, she checked it; unlocked.
With a grasping fist, she grabbed the toilet's nurse shirt and covered his mouth as she brought him closer, throwing him inside the dark closet.
"Well, well, well, what have I caught?"
"What the fuck is wrong with you bitch?! What the hell did you do that for?!"
The Goddess' face turned angry as she raised her boot, heel out towards the toilet's face and she stabbed him repeatedly, making small puncture holes in his cheeks; the toilet screamed but the Goddess quickly dropped her tight black jeans and ripped down her stained green panties; she shoved them into the toilet's mouth.
Though dark, she watched his eyes go wide to the pure stench contained in those panties; he began to sob, muffled behind the underwear in his mouth. She giggled at this.
"Aww, you don't like that? Then you're gonna hate what's next."
The Goddess stood again, to her full height; the toilet, on his, knees, cowering in terror. She didn't need anything more from him, but it would be fun.
She rubbed her booty cheek up against the toilet's face, almost sensually but he gagged and choked on the atrocious smell that emanated from the Goddess' crack.
"Are you, disgusted by me toilet?" She asked, acting hurt.
"No...no...it's..."
"No! It's too late; you could have saved yourself but nope, fuck you!"
The Goddess used the nurse toilet's head like a stool and sat her massive booty down on it; you could practically hear the spine of the toilet crack under the Goddess' heavy weight. She grunted, pushing just a little as a massive, spattering log shot out of her bootyhole and into the toilet's face; he screamed again, muffled by the panties.
The Goddess pushed again, this time a more solid, column sized log forced its way out of her anus and down into the toilet's screaming mouth; it pushed the panties down, further in his throat, practically suffocating him. Another long push and it went further, safely but uncomfortably landing in the toilet's stomach with at least a pound, by now, of semi-solid sludge.
She groaned and splashed the toilet's face in a liberal spraying of steamy, corn-laden sludge; it blew explosively from the Goddess' butt, firing with loud, braying farts. The Goddess was euphoric to have such a satisfying release; it had been a good while for her and this toilet seemed most worth while a target.
His body shook and convulsed; vibrated inhumanly.
BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP!
The Goddess blasted a big, wet shart that plastered the dirty remnants of the Goddess' unload all over the toilet's face, mostly just piling on the shit stack that already covered the toilet's face. Now he stopped moving entirely; and things became quiet. The Goddess enjoyed the seat for a few minutes more before finally rising, the toilet fell, unceremoniously, forward, his shit covered head hitting the ground with a disgusting and hard smack.
For good measure, the Goddess perforated his back with her sharp boot heel; he didn't stir in the least. Carefully, she dragged him out and threw him in an oversized, chemical waste bin; it's unlikely anyone would fine him, and if they did; he's body would be so fucked up from the chemical waste (not to mention the Goddess'), it wouldn't matter.
The Goddess dusted her white, silk gloved hands to signify a job well done. She decided she'd wait in the cafeteria.
She wouldn't wait long, it was only thirty minutes later that she got a call.
She put down her extra bean and cheese burrito and answered.
"Hello?"
"Yes, Ms...er...Rosemary?"
"Yes, this is she."
"Look, funny thing; that thing we talked about...one of our nurses seems to be missing; no one seems to know what happened. But he was kind of a prick so I don't know if anyone is trying to hard."
"Uh-huh, and..."
"Would you like the job?"
"Sure, I can be up in five minutes; I just want to finish my cafeteria burrito."
"...uh, I...I don't know if I'd eat any of that food; it'll probably just make you really sick."
"Really?" The Goddess says, "But it tastes good..."
"Yeah...well...I'll see you soon."
"Okay, thanks."
She closed her phone, a sly smirk on her lips; she looked back at the cafeteria.
In the administrators office, the Goddess clutched on to a small stack of microwave burritos, several instant chili bowls, and an egg burrito she negotiated for; turns out it was left over from the morning...delicious...at least for her booty.
"...ah...I see you really went whole hog on the cafeteria food."
"Yeah," she said, almost sheepishly.
"I just feel bad for you ass later."
"Or anyone on the other side of it," she laughed heartily.
The administrator chuckled awkwardly; clearly he didn't 'get it' as the Goddess did. "Well, I can start you right now; in fact, I need to. Is that alright?"
"Absolutely, I'm ready."
"Do you have scrubs?"
"I have something appropriate in my car, I'll grab it."
The Goddess exits the hospital locker room wearing, of course, her long, black leather boots that go past her knees. She wore a tiny, white latex micro skirt; it had a small, tasteful red cross on the bottom. She also wore a tight white tee shirt with a less subtle red cross, right in the middle, separating the Goddess' massive breasts. She drops her sunglasses from her head to her face as she strolls out to the nurses station.
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