Another school day passes, as the rest of the final students for the day file out. Matt sits at his desk; the same he occupies all day now, watching the Goddess.
Matt's face was different today; fearful but hesitant.
"Matt, dear, are you alright?"
He looked up from his desk, he seemed dejected, "Yes Ms. Rosemary, I'm just..."
"Matt, I believe you recall that after three you will adress me as Goddess."
"I'm sorry Goddess. I'm just not very..."
"Sweetie, I know you're a bit bothered but my stomach is really upset today; I think I ate something I shouldn't, or fourty somethings." She laughed with just a hint of evil; she rubbed her tummy roughly, clearly pained.
"But Goddess..."
"Toilet I'll hear about this later, please; lie down on my desk if you would."
Matt stood, taking his time; he dragged his feet to the front of the room. When he was close, the Goddess grabbed him roughly, "Sweetie, you're starting to piss me off. You understand that you are my property, as such you do as I ask when I ask, got it?"
Her expression was one of anger, sweat dripped from her forehead down onto the boy. She wore a full, tight latex suit with a zip open in the booty region to ensure nothing was missed, be it scent or solid. The turn of phrase amused her as she crawled onto the desk and wasted no time engulfing toilet Matt's face into her enormous booty.
BBRRRRRRRRRRUUUAAAMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
The Goddess sighed in ecstasy and Matthew underneath her shook and shuddered; muffled his coughs and cries were heard but this was normal of course.
The Goddess spoke calmly now, "I'm sorry dear, I just...you see me all day, I'm just trying to unload on your classmates but I can't; so I have you. I care for you sweetie but you realize I come first; always."
PRRRRPPPPPP!
She giggles, "Sorry, I was trying to speak seriously but my booty wasn't having any more of that. You're sniffing is getting good; I know it's pretty tough but you know it's just me sweetie; I can't help it."
The Goddess' booty rumbles heavily; she adjusts ever so slightly. "That's probably more than enough, right dear?"
The boy yells out from underneath but he can't continue to do so when the Goddess' unstoppable, massive log plows deeply through his face and down his throat. The terrible dump drips grossly over the boy like a runny ice cream cone. He cries pathetically, like a child.
"Ohh," the Goddess groans; "I know it might be a bit too much but I think I really went overboard...I'm sorry Matt," the Goddess said, her sincerity unclear as she grunted and groaned pushing a bus sized log from her butthole; this one splattering against the toilet's face, covering every square inch of it with putrid, Goddess waste.
The toilet screamed and moaned out; his voice muffled and mumbled by liquid shit.
"Okay, sweetie, just relax."
The Goddess leaned forward a bit; Matt, through shitty lenses, saw a bit of light.
FRRRAAAAAAAUUUMMMMPPPPPPP!
A powerful, bassy fart ripped through Matt's face and blew shit chunks and liquid off his face; somewhat cleaning it while soaking in a nice deep layer of the Goddess' potent gas.
"There now! Now no more complaining sweetie," the Goddess sat down again, she let loose a small fart; unsure if accidentally or on purpose. The following giggle seemed to suggest the latter; Matt still struggled but it weakened, there was some accustoming but never would he enjoy this. Well, maybe later in his life; fucking up and finding a secret fetish desire, nay requirement, to get him off. He'll call and beg to eat the Goddess' shit then. Maybe she'd let him.
She, unthinkingly, started touching herself; her bootyhole relaxed and unleashed a lake-full of thick, almost solid sludge all over the toilet's face. He moaned and choked on the potent dump.
The boy couldn't help himself which was unfortunately; he threw up and the Goddess felt it, barely but she felt it.
Enraged, she rose from off the boy and dropped to the ground.
Matt had a massive, immovable log stuck in his throat; he choked and coughed, trying to free it. The Goddess pressed down on his stomach, performing the heimlich and the log rolled off to the side when Matt dropped his head.
But the Goddess was pissed; she roughly held the boy's disgusting head. Rage was in her eyes which seemed to glow; she brought her face near his, knowing how this would make her react.
She retched before projectively puking straight down Matt's throat. He shook and shuddered, taking down the Goddess' horrid upchuck; she put her hand over his mouth.
"Swallow it! Don't fucking vomit again toilet! Do you understand?!"
Matt gulped down the terrible puke with pained looks that filled the Goddess with a joy she hid from the boy but how delightful it felt to watch him choke down her puke; it had been too long.
For good measure, the Goddess scratched her throat loudly; Matt's expression turned wide with fear; he shook his head but the Goddess didn't spare him and reeled back. Her nose twitched just slightly before she showered the poor toilet with a liberal blanketing of thick, green snot.
Matt panted, groaned but the Goddess didn't stop there; she pushed Matt's cheek flush against the desk. She put her booty less than an inch from it and blew a fart that likely could have been felt at the back of the room. Matt tried to cry out but his breath was suffocated by hot, putrid gas.
When the Goddess was done tormenting the boy, she looked down on his weak, beaten face.
"Toilet, I hope you learned a lot today. I'm very disappointed in you. I'm sure you're mother is waiting but I'm going to call her cell; she obviously needs to do some better homework with you."
Matt pleaded with his eyes, too weak to speak.
"I'm sorry hunny but you really blew it today; I really needed you and you weren't there. It's like you abandoned me."
Matt, though tortured, looks saddened; feeling bad for having disappointed the Goddess.
"You know, if you want to stay with me tonight...you can, I'd be open to it and I'm sure you're mom will be okay with it or can be convinced," she smiles. "It's up to you though, I won't make you. Keep this in mind though, tomorrow is going to be harder than today so don't think you can go home and dick around; I'l make sure you're mother puts you though your paces dear." Or I'll put her through hers, the Goddess though to herself; smirking.
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