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“Holiday Get-together”

In her bathroom, the Goddess takes great pleasure, stretching out the moment she drops a few laxatives down her throat. She takes delight in feeling the small squad of pills drift down her throat; she’d swear she could feel them hit her stomach.

Looking at her fabulous body once more in the mirror, she smiles wide and switches off the light exiting the bathroom.

She calls to her brothers as she walks down the stairs; each sits nervously, obediently even without any demand for such, on the couch. They sit in front of a TV that isn’t on.

Timmy shakes, most anxious of all; the Goddess smiles, “So, you guys have been waiting; maybe we should get started.”

Darren asks, “What are we doing?” A tone of hesitance, fear is in his voice; this excites the Goddess, makes her wet.

“Well, Darren, I think…” the Goddess said, sauntering over to her brother’s faces, rocking her prominent booty proudly before ‘accidentally’ falling on Timmy’s face and blowing a giant, rippling, twenty second fart in his face. His body shakes and he coughs and screams before fading into unconsciousness. “…you know exactly, what we’re doing. In fact, my dear brother, I believe we probably do this every year around this time; wouldn’t you say Timmy?”

Timmy’s leg spasms involuntarily under his sister’s massive, weighty booty.

“That’s right, see Timmy knows because Timmy’s a good boy. And he’ll get his treat later, but for you…” the Goddess quickly, with ninja speed, stands and kicks Adam across the face, his head falling directly into Timmy’s lap. He was out, for now.

“Now Darren, looks like it’s just you and me.”

“Please…can’t we just be like a normal family, for once?”

The Goddess is taken aback, “What about this isn’t normal sweetie?”

“What part of it is?!”

“Don’t scream at me.”

It’s quiet for a moment and then the Goddess grabs Darren by the neck and carries him to the bathroom where a large, clear container waits for Darren’s head as she wrestles him down and into the locked box.

“I’m sorry, whatever I’ve done…I’ll give you money, I’ll be your servant just please don’t…”

The Goddess booty responded with deaf ears as her ass rumbles like a thunderstorm and shot out a flood force of diarrhea all over Darren’s wagging face; his mouth gurgling liquid and half digested waste kernels. He vomits, it quickly mixes and is over powered by a seemingly endless flow of shit; Darren’s head is already four feet under when the box explodes and shit runs literally everywhere. Darren’s now uncovered face is at peace, dead or unconscious.

The Goddess giggles hysterically as she tiptoes out of the bathroom in her sexy, long black boots; “I’ll leave you to clean that up toilet.”
Back in the living room, she finds Adam still slumped over in Timmy’s crotch. She smiles as she lifts Adam’s body out to his car.

Adam’s eyes, hours later, flutter open softly. He reaches up and feels the giant bruise on his forehead, recoils at the pain. He looks at it in the rear view mirror when he notices the moonroof of his car is open.

He looks up and his eyes go wide at the sight of his sister’s enormous anus, in mid-widening to dump out an awful sized log.

“Hey little bro!” The Goddess excitedly exclaims. Immediately followed by her ten inch log dropping directly onto Adam’s face, the giant shit consuming him in a poo cocoon of which he found it difficult to break free from as his senses were filled with his sister’s waste. The Goddess wasted no time, looking up to the heavens for relief, as she ejected ten gallons of sludge into the car around her brother.

“Oh, I feel bad about this; if you send me the bill I’ll pay to have this….ugh…..cleaned,” she said, releasing a hailstorm of shitty, drippy logs that splashed against the windows as the car quickly filled with the Goddess’ dumps.

Timmy wakes in relative darkness. His sister’s living room is outside a large, opening to the right of him but he finds himself tied.

From above, a large echoing fart is fired down the chamber above; once the smell hits, it’s immediately recognizable. As is the giggle that follows Timmy’s struggle to undo his binds.

It’s too late, like a bucket, shit pours down the chimney with haste, raining down on her brother like a storm.

Timmy screams a girly scream; a haphazard log falls and lodges in his throat. He tries to move it, cough it up but it’s stuck as he begins to suffocate. The shit slowly, dangerously melts down, filling Timmy’s stomach as gallons of hot, steamy sludge pours down from above. Timmy is quickly buried; drowned in a chimney full of shit.

The Goddess stands, farts loudly and proudly, and says, “I do love the holidays.”

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“Cabby Goddess”

“Taxi!” The young business toilet called out, in full suit.

The Goddess, with sly smile, pulled to the curb to let the gentleman in her cab.

“34 East and Lincoln,” the man ordered.

“You got it sweetie,” the Goddess replied.

“Chick cabby, rare. Still, cab smells like shit though,” he says, mostly to himself.

The Goddess chuckled to herself as her massive SBD continued to pour into the backseat, via her special tube, with the force of the A/C on high.

But the stupid toilet gets wise, choking as his mouth happens to run over the open vent, “Hey! Can you turn off that air,” he says gagging, “Smells like shi…”

Before he can finish, a loud fart echos through the tube followed by a two gallon flood of slimy, sludgy diarrhea that sprayed violently in the toilet’s face.

He screamed in horror, reaching for the door handles only to find them missing.

A massive log begun to peek it’s way out the tube, the Goddess pushes and a bassy fart launches the clogged log with hurricane force against the toilet’s face and it’s rock hard girth shatters and blasts against his face.

“What is this!?” He yells out; a slow trickle of remnant sludge eking out the tube onto his feet, which are pooled underneath an inch of pure, dark shit.

The Goddess leaned to the right quite obviously and blew a thirty second fart down the tube that sent the man reeling, mad from the stench as he clawed at the darkened windows.

He sobbed openly but it was quickly covered with an explosive cement consistency sludge that poured eagerly out the whole and into his face, mostly against his chin as he tried to free himself from the stream.

The Goddess groaned and pushed again and soon the toilet was up to his chest in her waste. She turns and looks at the poor toilet.

She strains and farts, creating an almost Jacuzzi like bubbling experience for the toilet sitting in several gallons of shit; they pop and shoot their sludge against the toilet’s face.

The Goddess pushes again, hard this time, to produce a spear like log that jabs the toilet in the stomach like a torpedo; he doubles over, mouth open as he plunges into sludge.

The Goddess unloads again, this time on top of the toilet’s submerged head.

Soon, he panics; he finds himself trapped, drowning in a pool of waste! He fails to lift his head, he cannot come up for oxygen. He sucks in, inadvertently a big gulp of shit water and passes out.

The Goddess, taking her time, opens the toilet’s door and allows the shit and the toilet to pour from her car. She giggled heartily as she peeled out and away from the shit man.

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“Pleading to Serve”

There’s a knock at your door.

You open it and there stands an unrecognizable young man who looks at you as if he believes he knows you well.


“Yes, can I help you?”

“I’m sorry, I should have said, Goddess.”

You smile slyly, “Interesting dear, tell me, where do I know you from?”

“Goddess I am your favorite writer.”

“Of course you are toilet, I just wanted you to say it. Now what are you doing here?”

“Oh, I’m sorry Goddess, I didn’t mean to intrude I just…I just couldn’t bear the confusion anymore; I had to know about this fetish.”

“Did I not tell you to seek out a professional domme dear?”

“Yuh..yes, yes you did, but, it seemed silly when I know the best domme in the world who gets an incredible amount of enjoyment in using young toilets like me.”

“Mmmmm, this is true; you are making me a little excited toilet but I fear you won’t be able to take it and what will I do without my favorite writer?”

“I beg of you, don’t worry I can take it.”

“I don’t know sweetie, you’ve mentioned hesitance in the past and once I get started there is no stopping me; I could demolish you in a few seconds and not even make a dent in my booty contents.”

“Goddess, this is a mutual arrangement we can work out here; surely this can only make my writing better and I will remain here, for you to use always and write on demand; describing the smells, the taste, the feel of humiliation filling my soul.”

“Why do you want this dear? Why do you want to give your life to me?”

“Because I have little hope of doing something more important than serving you; at least I can know I’ve brought pleasure to one, especially one as important and…well sexy as you Goddess.”

The Goddess’ stomach rumbles; she stares at me, perhaps through me, in thought.

“Toilet, I am going to fart; you must press your head against my magnificent booty and hold it there until I am satisfied; then I will consider taking you on as my toilet.”

She turns her comfy pj-ed bottoms towards me, they appeared to be near bursting under the enormous size of her butt. You stick your head against her cheeks, your nose just slightly inside her crack, getting a subtle hint of potent, strong gas hanging around from past blowouts. Then, like a windstorm, she hits me with a twenty second explosion of loud, noxious gas.

My head begs for relief but I hold fast to realize my purpose and fulfill it. She farts again, shorter but far more killer in stench as your eyes water. A subtle giggling is heard from the Goddess as she watches your head dart from side to side but you hold your face fast within her cheeks; she is pleased.

“Okay, toilet; how did it smell?”

You recoil in relief and take deep gasps at the air around your head; kids that had stopped on the sidewalk to figure out what had happened now dart away as the Goddess glances at them, evilly.

“Terrible Goddess! Wretched.”

“Good word toilet but that’s insufficient,” she got down low, meeting me face to face and whispers, “Describe it.”

Fear sets in as my body involuntarily shudders, “It’s, uh…thick, deep, far reaching; a strong prominent smell of rancid cheese and beans; perhaps fermented chili dog relieving itself from your magnificently round, firm, unmarred ass.”

The Goddess grabs me by the neck, subtly pulling me into her dark home. “Use booty dear; I like it much better.”

She closes the door behind him.

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“Red Light Goddess”

The tiny, squirrelly man flipped the switch in the motel; the room illuminated with an ugly green light that barely lit the room.

The Goddess watched the man in the mirror, stared wantonly at his big, wide mouth. People in the bar must have wondered what a beauty like the Goddess would be doing wasting her time with a pathetic man like this but she had her reasons.

Her booty grumbled, she clutched her stomach, calming it for now.

“So sweetie,” the Goddess said; the man’s eyes lit up like he’d never been called that before, “Have you ever performed annulingus before?”

He stuttered nervously, “Yeh…yeah, oh, yeah, of course.”

She giggled, “Okay, why don’t you lay down then hun?”

With a hint of excitement, the man did as he was told; a well-behaved toilet always made the Goddess excited as she knew he’d do anything and wouldn’t hesitate until it was too late.

The Goddess ascended the bed and crawled to the man; she removed her microskirt and turned to show her tiny pantied ass to the man. She shook it sexually; watching the man get hard almost instantly. She lifted on leg above the man; he barely but audibly groaned.

Slightly irritated, the Goddess asked, “Too heavy dear?”

“No, no, not at all,” he said, a little strained.

“Good hun, because we haven’t started yet,” she said, lowering herself fully onto the man as she pulled down her panties, revealing a perfectly huge, round booty that now squashed the man’s face as he turned his head.

“Hunny, you’re going to need to get your face IN my ass, okay?”

“Oh, yeah, yeah, I was just making sure you were ready.”

“I’m ready dear.”

He turned his head and in his head went like a puzzle piece fitting right in.

“Now you need to lick hun, nice and deep.”

He wheezed deeply, the Goddess obviously just short of crushing him; his tongue ran across the Goddess’ enlarged anus and recoiled almost immediately.

“Something wrong dear?” The Goddess asked, squeezing his balls in a way that could be erotic or simply just painful.

He licked again, this time sticking with the job until PRRRRRRRAAAABBBMMMPPPPP! Like a deflating balloon, her booty expelled terrible gas directly into the toilet’s face.

He coughed and gagged, shook his head violently but it hardly moved within the Goddess’ toned booty.

“Hunny, I know it’s a little heavy but please; keep going, I haven’t asked you to stop. And really get in there, I feel like there’s some blockage.”

He licked, gagging, before he prodded the Goddess’ anus. His eyes went wide as it ran across a slimy, solid substance.

The Goddess moaned deeply and soon flushed her booty of fifty pounds of blocked logs which poured out of her like soft serve down the toilet’s throat and piling endlessly on his face. His body spastic but pinned under a truck-load of shit; soft screams could be heard from within the pile as the Goddess continued to pound him with layer after layer of crap.

She smiled as she stood, her booty rumbled contently. She nudged the toilet off the bed, he fell to the floor, his face covered in brown but no longer buried.

The Goddess squatted down, still standing on the bed, hovering her parted booty above the toilet’s face.

He pleaded, “No, no! No!” before the Goddess’ booty opened and unleashed a storm of thick, dark diarrhea into a pool on the man’s face; the stream striking him with the force of a fire hydrant. His tired, strained mouth forcefully gargled rivers of liquid shit as the Goddess giggled innocently.

She descended hovered her booty inches above the toilet’s face and sharted for five full seconds, clearing her system.

She patted her tummy and put on her panties and skirt; she walked out of the motel, looking back just once to see her damage. She smiled wide as she walked down, to the street; off the bar again.

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“Goddess Halloween”

The Goddess nibbles eagerly on another bite-sized chocolate; the bowl
in her lap just about a third consumed. Her booty rumbles with a
tortured frequency like a tea kettle shouting for relief. Her
magnificently larger booty pours out sexually over her tiny, tight,
black mini-skirt.

The doorbell rings and the Goddess springs up, delighted. A wide,
inviting smile forms on her face as she floats excitedly to the door.

Loud, ill-mannered children shout “Trick or treat!”

“Mmmmm, well look at you little sweeties,” she says, turning herself;
the children baffled as the bowl of candy turns with her.

She crouches down, “I’m so glad you’re here kids, I could hardly wait
another second.” The Goddess flips up her skirt, catching the eyes of
a few pre-pubescent toilets, the experience likely to STICK with them
forever; her booty rumbled loudly, produced a noxious, moments long
fart that exploded into a tidal wave of thick diarrhea; a cement mixer
load dropping profusely from each child’s face.

She grunted and groaned loudly until a hot, semi-solid stream easily
bowled over the children at her door and buried them quickly under a
sloppy pool of poo. The kids slipped and slid around, crying and
screaming as the Goddess closed the door saying, “Okay kids, have a
safe night; Happy Halloween.”

The Goddess felt pretty satisfied, giggling to herself but her booth
rumbled again, loudly. She had to ease the pressure a little more. She
massaged her poor tummy.

That’s when she heard a subtle and occasionally light patter on her
walls. She peered out a dark window and saw a lone punk kid, egging
her house. She snuck around the back, taking cover behind a tall
cropping of trees before grabbing the boy on the shoulder.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Oh…uh…nothing; just…”

“Just egging my home?”

“Oh shit, this is your house?”

“Yes, why don’t you come inside with me sweetie, I think we can take
care of this situation.”

“What situation,” the toilet asked.

The Goddess gave him her coldest stare and he recoiled in fear as she
dragged him over the threshold, through the front door.

She tosses him to the floor, “Get on your hands and knees.”

He shakes and shudders as he does as she commands, a slight, invisible
smile appearing in the corners of her mouth.

She crouches down, her booty directly shoved in the toilet’s face; he
starts to struggle as he catches whiff of the Goddess putrid backside.

Before he can react, the Goddess cocks forward her hand and, like a
lever, drops it releasing a low, long, punishing fart that burns like
chili and stinks of rancid chocolate.

The Goddess, though furious,’laughs uproariously as the toilet squirms
and seizes like a poisoned bug. She takes little care as she encases
his poor head deep within her crack.

She relaxes just a little as her tunnel sized anus unleashes a mighty
rapid river of thick, dark shit gargling through the toilet’s
screaming mouth. Quickly it seeps out, flowing over and down the
toilet’s face, pooling quickly and massively around his head.

The Goddess rises finally. She looks down at the wasted mess of a
toilet lying lifelessly on the floor. She prods him with her long
black booted foot; he doesn’t move.

“Well, I was going to let you go but I guess you wanna stay; lucky for
you I have a vacancy in my boxes,” she smiled as she dragged the
unconscious toilet down the stairs and locked him in a cell, where he
would remain; forever. One day, down the line, she would open the hole
above his cell and he’ll have the privilege of being unloaded on

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“Goddess House”

The Goddess sat back in her comfortable, dusty easy-chair that sat in her newly decorated old house she rented for this Halloween. Soon, the toilets would file in and once they came in, they wouldn’t get out. She advertised it as the scariest experience on this Earth; that would be no exaggeration. She giggled to herself evilly in her tight, dark mauve dominatrix outfit.

She heard sounds outside, people coming up the walk. She ducked away into a secret doorway and waited.

Knocks at the door, then it creaked open. The toilets talked amongst themselves, hesitating to come in. One took a step forward, over the threshold and fell straight down as the trap door disappeared.

Panicked, the toilets want to run but press on, now on a mission to ‘save’ their friend; some are still convinced it’s a haunted house. The Goddess creeps down the corridor to where her new prey lay.

The toilet clawed at the smooth, white porcelain sides of his new home; unable to grab hold of anything that prevented him from slipping back to the cold flood of the chamber.

“Hello,” the Goddess shouted from above, her voice echoing through the pot; the light shining on her latex attire.

“Oh, good, can you please help me out of here?”

“I’m afraid not sweetie.”

“Whu…why not?”

“You’re mine now hun, for me, but mostly for my poor booty. She’s waited a long time to unload and you’re her first friend tonight.”

“Whu…what do you mean?” He asks, frightened.

“You’ll see sweetie, just try to relax and take it slow and steady,” she giggled as she unzipped her outfit right at the booty to open the dank gates of her ass to the young toilet.

She quickly separated her booty and fired off a huge, four second fart that rained down brown wetness all over the toilet and the bowl around him.

He screamed for help, panicking as a huge, ten foot long dropped over him and pinned him to the ground; his face nearly buried in liquid sludge collecting at the bottom.

“Stop,” he gargles on sludge as a dry, ten second fart pollutes the bowl with a profound, heavy stink.

A tree-trunk sized log dangles precariously over him before dropping like a bolder, crushing his head in semi-soft putrid shit.

His body squirms pathetically, like a bug under the humorously tall log, like a skyscraper on top of a tiny, sad toilet.

Elsewhere, another trap door is sprung; the Goddess excitedly races to it.
The Goddess stomach gurgles and rumbles as she comes upon a similar sight, a toilet futily grasping at nothing, hoping for escape. Fools.

But then, alas, his grasp touches the rim and he hangs on, desperately trying to climb as the Goddess heavy boots fall near his feeble fingers.

“Please help me, I fell; I don’t know how I got here.”

“Don’t worry sweetie, I’ll help,” she crouched down as she spoke and then spun around, turning her back to the stupid toilet.

Her exposed butt reeked of old, ripe shit which partially farted away as she unleashed a windstorm of gas straight into this toilet’s face before he choked and slipped back down to his hole.

The Goddess spread her booty and farted again. And again; each blast more powerful and putrid than the last as the toilet’s air became arid and unbreathable; he sputtered and spit fart air as more and more filled his lungs and hung over his head like a dark green cloud. The air was so thick he did not see the massive spray of diarrhea that rained down around him but none more than that soaked him in slimy, dark sludge. He slipped and slid around; he fell face first into a three foot pool of shit that was quickly rising around him.

When his head finally floated near the top, she injected his face deep within her booty, making a tight seal from anus to mouth before loading him with a spear-like, three foot log that choked and gagged the man as he worked to process it somehow in his throat before it suffocated him.

He slopped along, painfully moaning as the Goddess zipped up and continued down the chambers; her booty feeling just marginally better.
At this chamber, the Goddess noticed something different. This chamber had two toilets and one of them was outside! He lied on the floor, arm extended reaching for his comrade inside the bowl. The Goddess had an evil idea as she crept up on the toilet on the ground. She quietly unzipped and sat down on the back of the toilet’s head. He moaned and screamed, unsure of what was happening as his face is smashed to the floor.

The Goddess groaned and then farted a massive gas around the toilet’s head; he coughed. The Goddess pushed a little more and out flowed freely a river of thick, rancid sludge that quickly buried the face down toilet in a large puddle of Goddess waste. She laughed as it continued to flow out over the panicked, kicking toilet but he was held tight under the Goddess; his friend looked on with horror, the Goddess turned her gaze to him and smiled an evil, sadistic smile. Her sludge slowly leaked into the bowl but the toilet inside was careful to avoid it; but not for long. She stood and shoved the unconscious toilet into the bowl; he flopped like a dead fish to the bottom and did not stir.

The Goddess turned her magnificent booty to the bowl and grunted and groaned painfully as he anus crowned an impossibly wide log; it’s girth at least the size of the chamber and it’s length somewhere impossibly deep within the Goddess’ frame. A wide smile formed on her face as each inch of this beautiful shit passed from her anus, the experience was nearly sexual in it’s release. Five feet in, it broke and fell like a ton of bricks directly onto the toilet. His arms and legs squirmed helplessly under the building sized log. For good measure, a sea of sludge covered the log and dripped torturously into the toilet’s face at random intervals.

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“Elevator Goddess”

The Goddess sat, bored in her home. Her booty rumbled and to her mind
came a devilish idea. She raced down the stairwell to the second
floor; the clock on the wall read 6:30, quitting time for most which
means a lot of unwilling toilets coming home at the same time. She
giggled to herself as she hit the call button for the elevator.

It arrived, four men stood awkwardly in a pattern around the car and
the Goddess stepped in and took her place at the head of the pack. The
doors closed and she moaned a little, sexually; the toilet’s couldn’t
help but get excited as she laid her hands on the closed elevator
doors and jutted her massive booty towards the center of the car.

Then an earth-shattering PRRROOOOOOFFFFFF exploded and echoed
endlessly through the car; the force so powerful, it flipped the
Goddess micro-skirt without assistance. The toilets held their noses
and recoiled to their corner; one tragically tried to climb the
traction-less walls of the elevator car; he scratched like a stupid
dog begging to get out.

The Goddess grabbed him first, she pulled him by his fancy designer
shirt and threw him to the ground before she hopped and landed her big
booty right on his chest; nearly cracking his ribs as the air escaped
him all at once. The Goddess’ booty pulsed aggressively before a fart
gave way to a massive crackling of a ten inch log that coiled out and
into the toilet’s screaming, shaking face. It was quickly buried in
brown as the forceful, solid logs pushed their way into the toilet’s
mouth, gaging him on a literal seven inch spear of log; he gargled and
coughed aggressively from underneath piles of crap.

The Goddess found a place on the ground and lied herself down on her
belly; she grabbed the leg of another toilet and he fell, face first,
into her nude booty. He slipped far in and smelled the dank toxicity
of the Goddess’ anus. She grunted and groaned and released a sizable
geyser of sludge that lifted the toilet’s face under the force of it
as he seizured, gargling dark, thick diarrhea straight from the
Goddess’ supreme booty.

“Please, don’t do this…I’ll do anything,” another toilet pleaded, crying.

The Goddess smiled at this as her white gloved hand reached for and
squeezed the toilet’s throat; his mouth being involuntarily held open.
She sat down over his face and moaned to produce a four pound, rigid
log straight to the toilet’s esophagus. He gagged immediately as a
relaxing, steady stream of slush proceeded to fill every vacant spot
in the toilet’s mouth. Two inches of the log hung grossly from his
mouth as his head hit the elevator floor; his body spazzing.

The Goddess looked the final toilet who shook and cowered in the only
clean corner of the car. She winked at him before, with ease, removing
the panel from above the elevator car and exiting above.

The toilet remained in place for several minutes but when silence
permeated for a long while, he finally stood and looked to the panel
opening. He stared up before a wide, dark object blocked the light for
a mere moment before smashing disgustingly against his face; the
drippy, solid shit pinning his head down to the elevator floor, with
his toilet pals.

The Goddess’ massive booty covered the top hatch with ease as she
settled and relaxed so her booty could go to work. It opened and began
to dump, gallon after gallon of soupy sludge into the car. Quickly, an
inch of shit settled to the bottom of the car; the unconscious
toilet’s mouths were drowned in shit but they didn’t seem to mind. She
pushed harder and increased the stream and the car quickly filled with
the Goddess’ supreme matter.

When she was finished, the toilet’s heads floated lifelessly amongst
the multicolored shit that fill the elevator car. Her giggled echoed
in the elevator shaft as she opened the doors of the next floor and
proceeded back to her apartment; her booty appeased for now.

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