The Goddess got herself a devilish idea. Who better to unload on than kids? And who sees more kids than anyone else?
Santa Claus. The Goddess smile grows wide, not unlike the Grinch, but she'd be giving Christmas back, just in an entirely different way. It wasn't her fault toilets were ungrateful for their 'gifts.' And she'd be bring a lot. Her booty rumbled, almost purring with delight; she massaged it softly.
So she found a sexy Santa suit, a tight velvet low-cut top with a low v-cut to show off her amazing rack. And she found a matching, tiny miniskirt, it only barely covered her beautiful, perfect rose. Her long, shiny black boots rode all the way to her thigh, and she added white feathers around it to match the ensemble. To top it off, a lacy red hat. The Goddess could not look more beautiful; or more like a sexy, vixen of a Santa Claus.
When night came, the Goddess crept to her first house and climbed to the roof; she ascended the chimney and shimmied down the chute, her clothes were ruined with soot but she shook it off and immediately they were clean once again. The Goddess' clothes could never be stained or soiled, and neither could she.
"I don't know if I'm gonna do that again," she thought to herself; likely preferring the door on the next house. Picking locks was no problem for her.
She tip-toed in worn but shiny black boots; they didn't make a sound as she went up the stairs. She spotted the door with all the needless kid decorations; she smiled and walked towards it, entering the child's room. The sign on the door read: Adam.
Goddess Claus walked around the four corners of the bed; at each of the bed posts, she used some holiday ribbon to tie the boy's ankles to the bottom of the bed. She tied one of his wrists with care then, on the last ribbon, she tightened it fast and quick; to awaken her new toilet.
"Hu..." the boy groggily announced, feeling the pressure on his wrist.
"Hey there sweetie,"
"Who is that?" The boy asked, a little afraid.
"Oh, maybe I should have said, 'Ho, Ho, Ho!'"
"Santa?"
"That's right,"
"But you're a woman...and it's not Christmas."
"Hey, Santa can be a woman; especially a Goddess like myself, you don't know!"
"But..." the boy notices the ties, "Why am I tied up?"
"Because sweetie, that's the only way Santa can give you her gift. Well, gifts," she giggled; and began to climb on the bed.
"Mom!!!!" The boy began to yell out but before he even uttered a single 'M', the Goddess boot and heel was hard against his face, mashing him against his mattress, the heel just starting to dig into his cheek, breaking just a few layers of skin but no blood.
"If you don't shut your mouth, your mom is next!"
The Goddess smiled, "Sorry sweetie, but I really just need a toilet right now and you were going to piss me off by bring your mom here. Now are you going to be a good boy?"
The boy's face, still heavily pushed down by the Goddess boot, nods slightly.
"That's good sweetie," she says, slowing removing her boot from his face.
"What...are you going to do to me..." the boy asked, his body shaking.
"Awww, shh shhh, sweetie, it's okay. Didn't you hear me? You're going to be my toilet."
"What does that mean?"
"Really? I mean, it seems obvious, right?"
The boy shakes his head no.
"Well, it'll come back to you, real quick, I promise," she said sincerely, smiling.
The Goddess lifted her tiny red Santa skirt and lowered her big, massive naked booty towards the boy's face. His eyes went wide and his face recoiled as she came closer and closer with her already putrid smelling bootyhole. But then he disappeared into a mass of Goddess booty; his face buried, the Goddess practically flush against the mattress, the boy stuffed well inside her butt; and as the booty sealed off his head, the boy screamed muffled screams and his body shook against his tight ties, trying to escape from the Goddess' booty.
"Now, toilet, do you think you've been good or bad this year?"
The boy continues his frantic pleas; muffled, his faced pressed flush against the Goddess' bootyhole; he didn't answer the Goddess' question, or at least not clearly.
She arched back just a little and blows a nice long ripper of a fart in the boy's face; the flapping bubbles she joyfully felt smashing against his nose. His moans and groans were raspy and tortured; his eye's sobbed, tears running down his face and down the Goddess' bootycheeks.
The Goddess laughed cruelly, "Well, looks like my booty thinks you've been very naughty. And my booty is never wrong. I guess I'm going to have to unload on you; sorry sweetie, you'll just have to do better next year."
The boy opened his mouth to weakly protest and bitch but instead, he screamed in horror as he watched the tree trunk sized log pushing out with great force from the Goddess trembling booty. It shook fiercely before the massive crowning log splattered with tremendous force against the toilet's face.
He cried out and sobbed, the mass of shit juice and solid dump sitting heavily on his face, burning his eyes and forever embedding the putrid smell of boiled eggs and chocolate into his nose.
The Goddess groaned and unleashed, a long, furting wet fart, blasting with piss-like force this very thin but dark brown waste that smelled distinctly of fresh, hot sewage.
The Goddess face is euphoric as she releases freely, her waste on this pathetic kid toilet. She looks down at his convulsing body, smiles and flicks the hair from her eyes; she sits down a little harder, full weight on this toilet's face. He hears the bones in his face creaking with the pressure. But the pain was nothing compared to the rancid smell of the dumps that lay waste to his face; sitting, fermenting, hardening.
The Goddess grunted and pushed out another heavy load of logs, five or six, all of them sedan sized and of equal weight, laying and pushing through the shit that already possessed the now convulsing boy's face. His mouth hangs open lazily, allowing the shit to flow freely like a waterfall down into his stomach, filling and foaming back up from his mouth like a shit fountain in this boy's body. He gurgled lifelessly as shit poured out of his mouth but the Goddess did not stop until her groaning and grunted had stop and that would not be until the last log passed through this poor toilet boy's face.
He was long since demolished by her but she couldn't stop herself and she didn't want to. So she didn't and soon the boy's bed was loaded and overloaded, creaking with the weight. The Goddess carefully rose from the bed and stepped onto the ground with her perfect boots, just before the bed crashed loudly to the ground.
Adam's lifeless body shook and rattled but the shit on his face held fast to him; the Goddess giggled at the hilarious sight.
But the noise was loud, the Goddess Claus would need to get out of there.
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