The Goddess pulls up to the giant high-rise apartment in her squad car; she converses with the doorman who says the stuck elevator is reachable on the 41st floor. The Goddess takes the stairs.
She comes upon the elevator bank and notices the jammed open door and the elevator stuck with just a sliver of the inside car showing; she had to get on the ground to talk with the man trapped inside.
"Sir, are you okay?"
"Oh thank God! Please get me out of here."
"Just relax; I have to call someone to get you out but don't worry, I'm here, I'll make you comfortable.
The Goddess peels down her sweaty officer pants, revealing her leather microskirt. The toilet looked at her confused and horny.
"It's sure hot today, huh?" The Goddess asked.
"Yeah," he said, almost in a trance by the Goddess' nude beauty.
She sat down by the crack in the elevator.
"So when do you think I'll be getting out of here," he asked, half interested as he noticed the Goddess booty crack pressed up against the opening. His hand floated down to his cock.
Then it opened up and a loud, wet fart exploded all over the elevator car and on the man's face.
The Goddess laughed, a bit off gaurd, "Oops, sorry toilet."
"What?" The man asked, his face dripping with liquid shit.
"I said, toilet; you're covered in my shit dear, so you're a toilet."
He laughed a bit, "I guess you're right."
"You're the first one who's ever really been in good spirits about it."
"Well, sure, I mean, it was an accident."
"True. But this wasn't"
The Goddess' booty fired a hydrant like stream of thick, corny sludge directly at the toilet, pressing him against the wall as the car slowly filled with her shit up to his knees.
"Okay! Okay, stop! Please!" He begged.
"It's just an accident, remember toilet?" Her tone was innocent but her booty was not as it begun to crown a massive, freighter sized log that splashed like a cannon ball into the shit water on the floor. Every where shit splashed, it doused the toilet.
But the Goddess wasn't satisfied; he was too far away from her booty.
Quickly, the Goddess grunted and groaned as her colon balled up a log deep within her. Then, like a fast ball, she fired the log ball at the toilet's face and he feel down immediately, unconscious. His head was almost completely covered in shit water but, best of all, his face up head landed right underneath the Goddess' booty from above.
"There you are toilet!" She said with glee as she let loose a soft serve of semi-solid logs drip terribly down into the toilet's face, covering it in foot after foot of the Goddess cop's waste.
The toilet's feet who kicked and bucked no lay silent, immobile.
The Goddess pulled apart her cheeks and blasted the entire car with a nine second bassy, eggy fart.
She sighed comfortably to herself.
She stood, picked up her pants and walked out. Two maintenance men were just coming up the stairs as she passed.
"It's right down there," she told them; "you'd better hurry. I think someone's in there and the sewage line might have backed up in there somehow."
The maintenance toilet's thanked Officer Goddess and ran toward the elevator. The Goddess laughed to herself. Dead or alive, that would be quite an embarrassing story; she'd make sure to watch the papers for news of her handiwork. She'd started making clippings of the stories for her scrapbook; quite a legacy by now.
The Goddess headed for the exit.
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