The Goddess wanted to think of a new way to go about this; a way to bring stupid toilets to her. And then she got it; aromatherapy clinic. She'd get sissy, pathetic toilets but also toilets hoping for a ditzy chick and a simple screw. It was perfect, but she had to get some things.
First, a storefront. She met with a real estate agent that same day; they were hungry sharks and properties weren't moving in this economy.
"How are you miss...."
"Ehhh, please just call me Rosemary."
"Sure Rosemary, thanks."
The Goddess nods, being friendly. Silently, her booty grumbled with a heavy, bubbly, gurgling sound; she pressed on her tummy to muffle it.
"You alright?" The real estate agent said, noticing her clutching her stomach.
"Yeah, just haven't eaten anything yet today," she lied.
"Well you should really get some food in you; a pretty woman like yourself. You want to go to lunch to talk details before we see the place?"
"No, no, thank you though." The Goddess said politely; then, without warning she puked violently directly and forcefully into the real estate toilet's face.
He was stunned stiff but tried valiantly to block the oncoming puke but it was pointless; it was coming too fast, too hard, and there was waaaay too much. Though he couldn't see it, the Goddess smiled at the edge of her lips as she continued to projectile puke on this new toilet.
Chunks of white and green, like broccoli chowder, waterfalled from the toilet's face to the floor, splattering against the uncovered concrete ground. Vomit covered the toilet from head to toe.
Finally the Goddess finished with a petite heave, "Ugh, that was awful; I think your stupid pick up line made me sick."
The agent, confused, just stares like a deer in the headlights; as if caught with his pants down.
"Don't just stand there, do you have a towel for me?"
The agent looked at her with a 'what the fuck' expression; he noticed not one speck of puke on the Goddess, she was entirely clean. He met eyes with her; at first they were friendly until they pierced him with an anger and expectation that became very clear with just that look. He swallowed hard, no doubt swallowing a little of the Goddess' puke in the process. His faced showed that he certainly did as he cringed and subtly gagged.
"Yes Rosmary, of course."
The Goddess nodded, pleased with his clear obedience and breakdown as a human being. The toilet darted quickly to the back of the building and into the restroom. The Goddess casually meandered, admiring the big empty space; she thought about just filling it with sludge. A store full of toilets and demolishing them all as she flooded the store with her sludge.
Maybe she'd do that later, for the insurance. She giggled to herself.
A minute went by before the Goddess became impatient and checked on the toilet. She approached the bathroom where the toilet was sobbing.
"What's wrong?"
The toilet was startled, "Oh! Rosemary, I'm so sorry; I don't have a towel or anything. Not even paper towels! I just have some toilet paper."
Goddess smiled sweetly. "Aww, it's okay sweetie. But you want to make it up to me, don't you?"
"Yes, of course."
"Good. I'm glad to hear it. So what you can do is put your head in that toilet there."
The toilet looked at her blankly.
"I think that was very clear," The Goddess said, sternly.
"Yes...I..."
"That's right, you, in the bowl. Face up."
The toilet hesitated. He didn't know what was coming. He didn't want to know; but he complied and was soon face up, his head just sitting in a little pool of water at the bottom of the bowl.
The Goddess stepped up to the toilet, towering over him, "This is a good look for you."
"You think?" He asked, sincerely.
Idiot. The Goddess thought to herself; she lowered her long, tight black leather bikers pants. Now she only wore a tight, low cut pink shirt top and long, almost thigh high black boots with tremendously long heels. She stepped dangerously close tot he toilet's junk, so he could feel the heat of the Goddess' boot without feeling the pain. Yet.
As she lowered her tiny pink panties; the toilet's eyes glazed over as they dared stare at the Goddess' perfect rose and this enraged the Goddess. He drooled slightly.
"You're pathetic!" She yelled, mashing his balls to the ground with the toe of her boot; drilling it home with the reinforced tip.
"Please, please...no," he squealed repeatedly as his balls shrunk under the crushing weight.
"You dare look at me without permission?"
"Please, may I look upon..."
"You think I'm gonna give a stupid toilet permission to look at my perfect rose?!"
His eyes, he couldn't help himself, looked down again. The Goddess, though insulted and disgusted, enjoyed the insolence and the matching punishment that followed. Like a knife she dug her boot heel into the toilet's ball, puncturing it as he screamed out in high pitched pain; his balls now impaled by a sharp boot heel. His screams devolved into gurgling and choking sounds; the Goddess may have pushed him a bit but who gave a fuck. She'd still get to unload; he just might not live long though it.
The Goddess laughed as she turned. The toilet was immediately taken aback by an unpleasant, shitty aroma coming from the Goddess' massive, almost non-proportional booty. It was big but perfect, just like her. His eyes went wide as he watched her lower it closer and closer to his face; stopping at an inch above to split her bootycheeks and reveal a massive, shitty cake of the Goddess' butthole. It was spotless but rotten with dumps long since gone; a thousand washes would not wash away this stench. The stench that has crossed at least a thousand toilets with few, if any, remaining to tale the tale.
"Mmmm," the Goddess moaned, getting comfortable. She felt the toilet's nose hovering just inside her crack.
The Goddess felt a big bubble in her stomach; she moaned as her stomach groaned. She'd toy with him this time.
"What is this..."
The Goddess grunted softly and blew a ten second fart through the toilet's face. His head recoiled to nowhere, trapped in the bowl as the smell assaulted his nostrils, then circled back and assaulted them again with a cheesy, beany smell mixed with rotting vegetables, covered in chocolate.
The toilet groaned audibly. He tried to hold his breath.
The Goddess chuckled, "So, I was thinking; yes, let's talk details first."
"What?!" The toilet screamed.
"Terms, of the deal here; for the building."
"Are you fucking nuts?!" The toilet muttered, still trying to hold his breath to no avail. He took a big long inhale just as the Goddess pushed, closing her eyes just a bit to drop a terribly wet, gassy bomb on the toilet's face. The runny mess, settling on his face began to slide off as he whimpered and moaned.
"So I was thinking, I'd just take it. What do you say?"
The toilet opened his mouth to speak but, before he did, he screamed as he watched a giant log hovering an inch over him before it plowed through his open mouth, jamming it, mashing it to filling his mouth as it squeezed it's way down his throat; then started piling on his face.
"No counter offer? Really?"
The toilet, trying to raise strength to speak, is assaulted by a dry, bassy fart that 'refreshes' all the stink; like an injector of flavor into an already potent pile of dump, sitting on his face.
"Wow, that's great; but I really feel like I might be taking advantage here. I'll give you one last chance to speak up."
The Goddess didn't even wait, though the toilet may have already given up the fight already; she immediately poured a gallon or two of hot, steamy, thick sludge all over the toilet's face. She moaned in delight as she watched the toilet's legs convulse and shake. His head shook spastically; almost comfortably massaging the Goddess' well-utilized anus.
"Mmmm, that feels really good toilet," she licked her lips sensually and rubbed her rose.
Then, suddenly, it stopped. The Goddess rose off the toilet seat, paused for a second, then sharted for a good ten seconds, cleaning all the shit from her booty and splattering it all over the shit covered toilet.
"I guess we have a deal then Mr...oh, I guess I never caught you name...Doesn't really matter much now, does it?" She said, laughing evilly. "Time to go to work."
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