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Goddess Ruins My Life
Author: Closet Fetishist

Written: June 5th, 2016


I'm at the computer, just browsing Facebook, killing time with nothing in particular; that's when I hear a voice behind me.

"Hello, toilet," the voice authoritative but somewhat sweet still; I knew who it was instantly and the voice itself filled me with a certain dread as I shook, just a little, in fear, my eyes closed; hoping it was a dream.

But it wasn't. I turned my chair and was face to booty with the Goddess; her tiny pink skirt was already lifted up and I could feel the heat off her bootyhole, pulsing eagerly in out and between gross groans and gurgles.

I cringe from the smell and recoil but she snaps, "Hey! How do you greet my booty, toilet?!"

I shake a little from her tone as I hesitate but slowly put my face between her cheeks and pucker up against her booty hole. BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrraaaaaauuuuuuuppp!

It fires back as I pucker towards it, I try to retreat from the eggy smell of death but I feel her gloved hand at the back of my head, holding me there, forcing me to endure the worst of her gas straight up my nose and mouth, carelessly splattering my face with particles of shit.

She sighs as she finally releases my head, allowing me to fall back, near unconcious, back onto my chair; practically laying down on it.

She noticed my position and smiled, "Well, isn't that convenient, my toilet has made me a chair.

I plead with her, "No, no no..." and try to get up but she gently and with ease, holds me down as she takes her big booty and sits on my face, burying my nose deep inside her booty cheeks to be again assaulted by the smell of her backside.

I moaned out as I took a big whiff of her booty hole just as she...PRRRRRRRRrrrrraaaaauuuuuuppppp!

Her sloppy fart sprayed me with a light smattering of shit as her gas assaulted my nostrils but her booty prevented me from making any escape or moves away from her putrid hole.

I screamed and choked on her relentless gas when I finally heard my phone ring.

"Oh, ho, who is this?" The Goddess asks, "Your girlfriend?"

It was...it was her ring...but I didn't say anything.

But she answered anyways, I struggled to free myself under her but I wasn't going anywhere she didn't want me to.

"Hello," I heard her say.

"No, this is Rosemary, who's this?"

"I'm a friend of his, a good friend actually; I'm surprised he never told you about me."

"Well that's a funny story actually, see your boyfriend is actually a bit of a sicko, he likes people farting and shitting in his face, eating it up; it's really quite disgusting."

BRRRRRrrrrrpppppp!

"He even has me call him, toilet; hahaha!"

"I know, disgusting; I'm actually giving it to him right now, listen..."

I got quiet somehow, not wanting to give myself away...but Goddess didn't....FRRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrruuuuuuuuuuuuuupppp!

A long, blasting fart practically blew off my face as it assaulted my tormented nostrils.

"Okay, well, I'll tell him; he'll probably be disappointed to hear that but I'm sure he'll understand. And hey, if you ever want to shit on his face, just call me."

Then the call ended, I was angry but also so weak from being crushed under Goddess' booty.

"Well, your girlfriend is breaking up with you; which, good for her, she could do much better than a toilet like you."

"Bitch!" I manage to yell out.

I heard her laugh a bit as her booty opened wide and blasted a long, sloppy log over my face. "Ahhhh, that's better toilet, why don't you chew on that for a while, hahaha!"

"Hm, so what else can I do to you...oh, how about I tell everyone online who you really are."

"No no no no," I beg, "I'll do anything."

"See, you don't really have any thing to bargain with, I am taking ownership of you now and want I want is exactly what you'll do and accept, get it?"

BRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrpppppppppppppp! She sealed her statement with a defiant hot fart that burned my face.

"Let's see now, let me get a picture of you under my booty and I can post it on your wall."

"Please...no!" I scream, my mouth sore and dried by her constant gas.

I heard the snap of the camera on the phone, then another for when the message was posted to Facebook.

"I wrote, 'Busy being a toilet, ttyl ;p,' that work for you?" she asked, rhetorically; she didn't care. "Looks like a few girls already replied...all of them seem to think it's disgusting...oh well."

"Oh!" She says, excitedly, "Maybe we should do a live video, then they'll get it."

"PLEASE! STOP!" I beg, yelling.

But Goddess doesn't care as I hear her start the live feed with my webcam.

"Hey internet, this is...well just call me Goddess and this guy squirming beneath me is Harum, you may know him as your friend but what you didn't know is he's a dirty fart sniffer, watch."

I hear her groan and push a bit before....BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPP!

A massive, splattering fart showers my face in waste as the Goddess sighs, playing up for the camera. "That was a big one, what did you think about it Harum? The...200 viewers want to know."

I screamed and coughed and choked, I could barely care about the video because I was dying under a heavy coat of shit and putrid gas.

"He says it's really great folks."

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