The Goddess Nurse decided to retrieve her first patient; she looked down at the waiting list, Jeffery.
"Jeffery," she called out sweetly, opening the waiting room door.
A little boy stood up and began to work towards the Goddess, his mother stood as well but the Goddess gestured her down, "Don't worry, he'll be fine."
"Aren't you cute," the Goddess says, turning her attention to the little boy who walked confidently down the halls to the patient rooms. "In here sweetie," she says, leading him into room one.
The boy enters and uses the stool the climb up onto the examination table; he sits, waiting with a smile. He's adorable.
"Awww, that's sweet, but we're gonna try something a little different, okay hun? Can you lie down for me?"
The boy, still without a word, did as he was told and lied down on the padded table.
"Good sweetie," the Goddess said, standing next to but clearly above him. She pulled a strap from under the table and attached it to Jeffery's wrist.
"Wha..." he murmured.
"So you can speak," the Goddess says, grabbing the other strap; she did so by laying her body over the small child to reach it, her weight in her breasts alone, crushing him just a bit. He groaned weakly, and softly like a kid would. "Don't worry, this is just part of the procedure hun."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes sweetie; you don't trust me? I'm dressed like a nurse, aren't I?"
He nodded.
"Then, no more about it." She turned her back to him, grabbing something from the jars.
She faced him again, a handful of cotton balls in her palm; she charged towards him and stuffed his mouth with the cotton balls.
"Better stay silent sweetie, or you might choke on those balls," she giggled crazily.
Jeffery's eyes went wide with fear and confusion.
Then, the Goddess crawled onto the exam table, throwing her right leg over Jeffery's body so she could straddle him on either side. Her mighty booty hung less than a few feet from his face. He, inadvertently, sniffed hard in a panic and caught a terrible whiff of the Goddess' bootycrack. It was clean but rotten with old farts and unloads long passed.
Jeffery's face recoiled and he moaned and groaned.
"Oh sweetie, it's about to get a lot worse," the Goddess said, using that as the moment to sit on the poor little boy's face; smothering him in a sea of scent from her booty. But that was just the beginning.
From above, Jeffery heart a loud, bubbly gurgling from the Goddess' stomach thought, from his perspective, it sounded like it was right above him; bubbling right past her ballon knot, waiting to drop on him.
"Oouf, my stomach feels so backed up...this is...ohh, so painfuuuuuulllll!"
The Goddess exclaims out as she pressed and like butter a long, shiny long slides freely from her bootyhole right into Jeffery's face, landing and coiling around, with no where else to go. It was hot and putrid, a stink of pure sulfur and waste. It practically burned Jeffery's skin.
"Ahhhh," the Goddess exclaimed with great relief, "That was a good start."
Start?! Jeffery thought to himself. His thoughts were interrupted by a long, wet fart that dribbled chunks of shit in a steady, almost sprinkler like stream that beat against his face and packed a lingering, chocolatey stench that seemed to seep into the very pores themselves and burrow there for later torment.
"Please...stop!" Jeffery clearly mumbled through the cotton ball mound in his mouth; he choked as one drifted into his throat. He forced himself to swallow it. The Goddess laughed and ripped a long, unforgiving fart that hung in the air around Jeffery's face until he sniffed every particle of it. The Goddess ensured her massive booty sealed in the scent for him to endure and suffer through. The thought excited her greatly, her feminine rose twitched with delight.
"Your pleas are useless, you should realize by now, you are my toilet and there's nothing that can change that now."
The Goddess dropped a quick but long log right square in Jeffery's face, over his uncovered nose and mouth. He spurted and spitted but it was useless as the shit lay, practically cemented onto his face; it wasn't going anywhere but his mouth. And it would do it, on it's own tormenting time. Jeffery sobbed now.
"Aww, sweetie, it's okay," the Goddess said, farting. "Just relax," she giggled.
Jeffery, gagged by the noxious fart that piled onto the shit piles already on his face; shook and bucked, trying to free himself but it was hopeless.
"Ooooh, ooh, here we go...urrhhh..." the Goddess began to groan loudly.
Jeffery screamed, muffled against the cotton balls, as he watched a massive basketball sized log begin to push out from the Goddess' impossibly sized anus. "No, no, no no, no no no no no..." he pleaded.
"Yes, yes yes, yes yeasssssssssssss!" The Goddess exclaimed as she passed the practically baby sized log from her booty. And, with a loud splat, it burst against Jeffery's face, exploding it's putrid mass over every inch of Jeffery that it could find. The waste seeped down at least as far as his chest; his shirt stained and soiled with foamy, liquid shit.
Jeffery moans, weakly. His face more than overloaded with a huge pile of the Goddess' dumps. She rubs her belly, most satisfied. "Mmmm, that was quite the unload; I feel much better toilet but it looks like you're buried in a pile of waste. That's too bad," the Goddess said, matter of factly. She rose from the exam table and put her black boots back on the floor.
Jeffery was immobile, he may not have even still been alive. His hand twitched but that was inconclusive. And, regardless, was unimportant; at least to the Goddess.
"Okay Jeffery, the doctor will be in to see you in about one minute," she giggled as she shut the door, sealing the stink inside room one.
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