This choice: "Stay and please me for a few hours." (Yes, HOURS sweetie.) • Go Back... "I'll stay Ms. Rosemary."
Her eyes light up with pride and evil delight; his mind was already wrapped around her booty, "Aww sweetie, I'm glad. First though, no need to call me Ms. Rosemary; please just call me Goddess."
"Yuh...yes Goddess."
"Good. Now I'll be honest sweetie, my booty gas is pretty bad but it's nothing compared to my dumps," she smiles with the 's.'
He doesn't speak but his eyes go wide with fear and likely confusion.
The Goddess' shadow quickly covered the light as she approached the young man, "That's right honey, and they're all for you."
Like a dropped bomb, the Goddess slammed her mighty booty down on Matt's face; then she adjusted herself, laying with her back on the boy, his tiny cock providing a little headrest for the Goddess as she made her bootyhole in axis with the young boy's face, particularly his mouth but she liked to unload right on the face specifically and let the sludge and the logs go where they will; she didn't want to disrupt nature.
She laughed to herself as the long anaconda of a log snaked it's way through her enlarged colon and popped, like a worm from a hole, out from the Goddess' booty. Suspensefully, the thick, drippy log stopped just as it pushed lightly against the boy's nose. His gasping, horrified inhales caught whiff of the inhuman monster just before more extruded and mashed grossly against the boys face. More and more appearing, like a terrible nightmare is it pushed and forced it's way anywhere it would go.
Matt's mouth flooded and filled with huge, wide logs that strained his jaw; his nose screamed in pain from the forced shit jammed deep in his nostrils. Soon his stomach felt the burden of the Goddess' unending shit and queasiness set in.
Lovingly, the Goddess sat up a bit and tussled the boy's hair, "I'm so glad you're here today sweetie."
As she laid back, like a flood gate, and with a little groan, her booty opened wide and unleashed hell in the form of slushy sludge that poured directly into the boy's face with thumb-on-a-hose-like force; his little voice whining, almost crying but having not nearly enough oxygen to do anything but suffer. The Goddess giggled sweetly as her thick diarrhea sprayed the boy over and over until a small pond of shit lay on his face and he was practically drowning in the Goddess' waste.
Matt bubbled and gurgled as logs filled his throat and shit pooled above his head; he screamed and shook but the Goddess' booty walls held him well.
Then, with a horrid suction sound; light filled Matt's face and the Goddess' great booty weight was lifted from his head. She stood and walked towards the desks; she returned with Matt's phone. "I suppose I should..." she paused to laugh at the large, stiff rod of shit that stood straight out of Matt's barely conscious mouth. She pressed down on his stomach and he puked off to the side.
"You'll need to do better sweetie; eat faster, breathe less, and no vomiting. We have all semester to work on it. Like I was saying, I should probably call your parents and tell them the new arrangement."
Matt shook his head fearfully but weakly.
"They have to know deary. Can you get to your hun?"
Weakly, but valiantly the young man rose to his knees; he faltered some but stood fast.
"That's very good sweetie, now put your head here;" the Goddess said sweetly, pointing to the top of her desk.
The poor naive boy did as he was asked; he still panted and choked from the previous attack, foolish to not realize another was upon him. But he learned quickly as he watched the Goddess' booty come at him; this was, of course, after she'd straddled his body with her strong legs. She came back and sat right on his head; the pain of the desk corner digging into the boy's desk.
"Comfy sweetie?" The Goddess asked cruelly as she watched the boy's body flail for freedom underneath. "You know, I just realized; if you don't quite get this, I could always opt you in for summer school too. Wouldn't that be fun?"
The Goddess leaned to one side, scruched her eyes and face and blew a ten second fart against the boy's trembling, terrified face. Then the smell hit him and he bucked like a rhino; the Goddess' smile wide as she looked through his phone for a 'Mom' or 'Dad.' Matt's breathing became heavy and, more importantly, loud. Wheezy, pathetic.
"Sweetie, you need to calm your breathing; I know it's a little thick but do your best," the Goddess relayed, squeezing out a small, flappy, wet fart to assert herself.
Finally, she found the number. "Hi, is this Mrs. Plamo. (muffled conversation) Excuse me, MS. Plamo. Yes, I'm just calling in regards to your son Matt. (muffled conversation) No, he's fine; he's with me in fact. I was actually just calling in regards to, well I'm not sure if you're aware, the Repurposing and Refining provision under The Goddess Treaty? (excitable muffled conversation) Really? That's quite interesting. (muffled conversation) Well in fact I'm sitting on his face right now."
Matt's ears perked up; was she really being that candid with his loving mother? And what was his mother saying? A rouge inhale breathed deep the potent fumes and old shit that clung to the walls of the Goddess' perfect booty. He choked and coughed.
The Goddess looks down devilishly at the boy under her magnificent booty as she listens passively to Ms. Plamo but liking what she hears. Seems she picked the perfect boy.
BRRRAAAAAMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
A massive fart echoed against the desk and rumbled in Matt's face as he panted heavily, fearful before the noxious gas took him and his fight returned.
The Goddess laughs and laughter can be heard over the phone; obviously Ms. Plamo is loving this as much as the Goddess. She continues on the phone, with a wide smile across her face, "No, there's really no need to meet me; In fact, I insist we don't. (muffled conversation) Sure, yes, anything I see stays with me; I've pulled Matt...haha, yes, the slave, out of all his classes except mine. (muffled conversation) Sounds good; if I need him at home, I'll certainly let you know. (muffled conversation) Okay, he'll be up at the front soon. (muffled conversation) Bye-bye."
The Goddess sat forward, removing most of her weight from the boy's face but she only did this to unleash a nasty, thick, and wet twenty second shart all over the boy's face as a victory for her phone call and an overall Goddessing well done for the day; as if expectations were of anything else.
She held her booty to the boy's face cruelly, ensuring he got every last bit of her putrid release; she wiggled her booty roughly against the boy's face, a wipe of sorts.
She finally released Matt's head and looked back, his face dripping and abused with shit filled pores, thick sludge dripping from his nose. He looked as if he bathed in shit; for all intensive purposes, he had.
"Sweetie, fair job today but I expect much better tomorrow. I'm sure your mother will be filling you in on some of the concepts you missed this afternoon. And of course, tomorrow; we have the full day."   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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