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,
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?”
“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