The sixty foot tall blond Goddess roamed the streets looking for a pathetic victim. She spotted one, a middle aged man in a business suit staring at her lustily.
"Who gave you permission to ogle me little man?" The Goddess asked this with a booming imperious voice.
The man was so started by the thunder in her voice that he backed up against his car and tripped over it falling to the ground. The Goddess took a giant step toward him and was now over him and his car. Her booty wiggled and jiggled as she prepared to kill the foolish man. She was aroused at the thought of ending the little ant beneath her feet.
The balding man didn't know what was coming. If he did he would have run fleeing. Her booty hole puckered and then an avalanche of shit blew out of her booty. The shit was brown and a mixture of semi-solid logs and pure diarrhea. One of the logs slammed against his shoulder and broke his collar bone. He screeched in pain and was pinned below it. The rest of the shit covered him completely from head to toe.
The man was surrounded by shit, he was actually buried alive in it! He tried to scramble free of it but the log had him pinned down. He tried to push it away but the Goddess continued to shit on him adding weight to it. From head to toe he was completely buried in shit. He couldn't breathe at all. He screamed for help but of course no one would risk going near the deadly Goddess even if they could hear his muffled shouts.
His lungs begged him to breathe but he couldn't there was no air in his shit prison. As the panic grew greater and greater he began to thrash which caused his broken collar bone to shift further making him weep in agony. Pain was everywhere and his mind sought to find an escape. It didn't want to die. And when the brain doesn't want to die in pumps adrenaline into the body. Sadly for this man it wouldn't do him any good. Instead what it did was cause him to perceive time was moving slower than it actually was. Every second of burning agony now seemed to take two seconds. He sobbed pitifully and finally his body's automatic breathing system overruled his survival instinct and he sharply inhaled. Shit traveled though his air passages and ended in his lungs. He coughed and wheezed and died a slow agonizing death under the Goddess's shit.
The Goddess smiled as the shit pile stopped moving. She had plenty of shit left. Her would be victims were no longer gawking at her they were either hiding or fleeing. But with the Goddess being 60 feet tall she would easily be able to catch her next victim.
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