The Goddess' first day of senior classes was uneventful; a day of reconnaissance more than action. The information gathered, well worth it but the Goddess' tummy rumbled violently and only one thing could please it; the sooner the better.
She smiled kindly as her last students for the day filed out; some even thanked the Goddess for the great day. They had great hope for the year ahead, poor souls. She chuckled to herself.
Then her eyes fell on Matt, a sad young man, struggling to pack his bags. So nervous, so frantic. He needed to learn how to relax, perhaps get his penis wet to do it but that was years off for this kid. A motherly smile broke the Goddess' otherwise sly and demoness expression as she parted her sultry lips to speak.
"Matt sweetie?"
Matt looked up nervously, "Yu...uh...yes Ms. Rosemary?"
(Good boy, the Goddess thought to herself.) "Can you come up here please?" She asked sweetly.
He practically raced forward, dropping some things out of his backpack; he stood in front of the Goddess' desk, waiting for her to speak.
"Sweetie I feel like this class may not be exactly what you need."
"What do you mean?"
"Well hun, sometimes people need help or perhaps they aren't cut out for school at all."
"I see...but I have to go to school."
"Oh of course, I know sweetie, and you should; but I want you to work on something that would greatly benefit you specifically. For now and for much later in your life. Sound good?"
Matt sits and thinks, it's kind of cute. It would be much cuter under a big Goddessy butt though. Her booty rumbled again. she stifled it some but she watched Matt briefly look up and then embarrassingly away; she smiled. What a silly little guy.
Finally he nodded.
"Great sweetie, I'm really glad and I know you will be too. I'll notify your teachers that you'll be with me from 8 am to 3 pm. Best part for you; no homework!" The Goddess said excitedly, to comfort the still very child-minded young man.
And he ate it up; beaming with glee. Every high school kid wants no homework.
"So what will I be doing?"
The Goddess paused to smile devilishly, "Eager, huh kiddo?"
He nods aggressively, attempting to please; they do learn fast.
"Well let's go back to what I was saying then;" the Goddess stands cautiously, her stomach rumbles aggressively; she needs to wrap this up. "Some guys have a different place in life." She stops, a thinks, "A better way to say that is some guys have different...talents; do you see what I'm getting at hun?"
"I think so. What about girls?"
The Goddess laughs, "Girls have places too but that's really different; someday I may teach you about girls' places but try to stay focused hun; I know it's hard for you sometimes," the Goddess said, in perfect manipulative spirit; as if she was a sly man trying to court this fool-headed teen.
"Sorry Ms. Rosemary."
"Oh, it's okay sweetie; thank you for apologizing. So as, I was just getting to; let me give you a demonstration."
The Goddess got close to young Matt and pulled down her professional black leggings and black panties. He gazed in typical man fashion at her prominent booty; his little teen cock got hard through his pants and the Goddess smiled.
"See honey, you got hard; most people can control themselves but you just pop right up at any old time."
Matt is embarrassed but feeling apologetic for what was entirely natural for his pubescent body; "I'm so sorry Ms. Rosemary; I know how wrong this is...I couldn't help it...I just...I....looking..."
"Oh sweetie, shhhh, it's okay; it's okay. I'm not insulted honey; not at all. I'm actually flattered. All I'm saying is, it's just not...typical hun and I want to help you find a better way to live your life. Okay sweetie? You're okay...just relax."
The Goddess paused for a moment, she had a devilish little thought, "Sweetie, why don't you get close and hug my booty; she'll comfort you."
Matt, in his saddened state, did just as he'd been suggested; he sqeezed tightly on her mighty, bubbling booty. In the same moment, she grabbed his hand lovingly but firmly, ensuring she held him.
The Goddess moaned, innocently but painfully as the young boy squeezed and squezed until.
BRRRRRRUUUUAAUUUUUMMMMMMPPPPPPP!
The hurricane force air blasted widely out of the Goddess' enlarged bootyhole and blew back the boy's hair.
"Oh sweetie, I'm so sorry I farted."
The boys' face was pressed right up against the Goddess' booty, "It's okay," he winced, "It's just a little smelly, can you let go please?"
"Sweetie, I would but you need to get used to it; plus we have a lot more things to cover."
He panicked now, no doubt as his air got thinner and thinner; he probably heard little of what Goddess said, "I can't...I'm...die....dying...."
"You're overreacting hun; it's just a little gas."
PRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAFFFFPPPPPP!
The Goddess sighs, "And it feels so good sweetie," the Goddess says, giggling.
As the toxic fumes quickly perminated to the boy's soul, the Goddess felt the life slowly drain from him. She released him and he wheezed and panted on the floor; he gasped and tried to speak but his mouth was dry with putrid gas and he couldn't make a sound.
"Sweetie, I want you to know that I trust you; so you have a choice."   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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