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Bumped Up It was the same anxiety Warren had with all of his co-workers...multiplied 100 times over. “Hey there he is!” Mark shot out, in that loud, over-confident, ‘everybody’s manager-friend’ sort of manner. “Warren, come say hi to our new PR assistant!” She moved delicately, precise with every sway of her massive hips. “Hello Warren,” said the woman, extending a hand...like they were equals. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Nelly.” Warren could feel her glorious perfume mask what lay inside. He tried to keep his eyes glued to hers, a dark deep, deep blue, like her voice. Chocolate skin wrapped around a delicate neck, sashaying towards deep filled breasts, and of course, an impossible bottom to tuck under her work skirt. When the young man found her outstretched hand, it was already a moment too awkward. “N-nice to have you meeted,” he blurted out. She smiled, her pink lipstick giving a polite hue of acknowledgment to his mistake. “I gotta work,” he added. “Nice to meet you, have you here.” As he walked away, he could practically feel Mark’s eyes roll over in their sockets. The walls carried what his brain was thinking. “Don’t worry,” he quietly told her. “He’s tech support. You won’t see much of him anyway.” And for that, Warren could at least be hopeful. Having a Goddess in the workplace was no blessing for him. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The day was spent shuffling from cubicle to cubicle, peeking around corners for Goddess Nelly. His co-workers gave him the same confused glance as he worked on their computers...the look they usually gave him. Just to be safe, he clocked out early, making a beeline for his backpack and the tram station. He paid for his ticket and slowly shuffled to the familiar car in the back. The backpack was slumped to the side and the young man heaved a sigh of relief as he sat and ran fingers through his hair. “A Goddess...a fucking Goddess…”. Just then the door opened and he felt aggravated. Be it a bum or train conductor, he had little time for other human beings and the anxiety they brought him. “Oh, hello Warren.” He snapped up. It was indeed, the same voice he’d met that morning...attached to that, was the Goddess, taking an aisle seat across from him. “Ahhhh...what a day, am I right?” she said, stretching to spread her long legs and thick thighs out for a stretch. Warren trembled as he watched the skirt slowly unfurl up along her large chunks of muscle. “But at least we have the train ride to look forward to, hmm?” she continued, smiling at him. “It sounds weird but I find public transport relaxing. It’s like a free nap with strangers...a little excitement with your sleep, hmm?” Warren barely listened. The ringing he’d always felt when under stress was like a chainsaw revving in his ear. Trained instinct brought him to his knees, where he slowly begun to crawl and press his face into her skirt. BBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLLRRRROOAAHHBBBTTTTTTT! “Ahhhh,” said the Goddess, chuckling heatily as she stroked the young man’s head. Warren sniffled, tasting the beefy toot across his nostrils. “I had a feeling you were a fart sniffer.” she told him, spreading her legs out and her ass up. FFFFFFBBBBBRRRRTTTTTOOOOTTTTTTTTT! “Ohhh...wish you would have told me earlier. We could have done this in the bathroom and saved me some indigestion.” PPPRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTT! FFRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTT! “Ahhhhh...now where are my manners? Here, have a taste.” Warren whimpered loudly, as she pulled her skirt up to reveal a stark naked booty. Her tight, pink anus flashed eagerly, the taste of her anal scent agast with a runny, salty flavor. Warren came closer, his own crying mucus mixing with her aerial flavors...before she pulled him away. “What’s wrong?” To his surprise, the Goddess wore a face of genuine concern...or so it looked. “I thought you’d like this? Have you had a Goddess before?” Warren nodded, afraid and confused. Goddess Nelly hardened her own face. “Hmm...I assume it didn’t go well?” PPPTTTTTTLLRRRRRRROOORRRBBRUUUTTT! Warren shivered with a small whelp as her cheesy heat blasted across his face. He had no clue what game she was playing. The Goddess sighed and rose, reaching for his backpack. “Well that figures...the one fart boy in town and he can barely hold his own. Shame. Would you mind holding this for me? I really do have to unload.” Warren saw his laptop and few belongings spill onto the seat; soon after, she held out the bookbag for him to hold open. She squatted above, lifting her dress and spreading her ass, where her sphincter had already begun to present its belongings. BBBRRRTTTTTT! Warren hurriedly capped the bookbag around her booty, the best he could seeing it’s massiveness. The smell of plastic just barely covered her reeking feces, recently plopped off. FFFFBBRRRRPPFFOOOOAALLTTTT! “Ohhh…” She moaned, readjusting her booty for a better fit. It felt like she’d dropped a textbook inside...Warren held his skinny arms up, knowing full well there’d be much more. “Warren...uogghh...I came to town for a little...career advancement. I’m a small town Goddess with some big...big…”. FFFFFPPRPRROOOLLLABBBRRTTTTTTTTT! Warren held his gags as another turd braced itself along the bag. “Ahhh...big dreams.” she finished. “And I could use some help achieving them. There’s plenty of fools deserving of punishment from my booty. Your nitwit manager, for starters. I should have ripped his hands off when he pinched my...OOHHH!” PPLLLEEBBBRBRBRBAALURURUABBTTT! Two chunks of turds pinched off on top...Warren was ever aware of the top nearly filled up. “I can’t think of anyone better to help me...what with your technical skills and...umm...Goddess experience.” BBBBBBBRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT! She sighed, turning to smile at the young man as her parting fart entered the bag. Goddess Nelly wiped her asscrack on the back of the bag before rising. Warren turned his face away from the rotting feces...when he came back around, the Goddess held out a wad of cash 10 times what the bag was worth. “T-thank you, Goddess.” he told her, hesitantly taking the money. She held tight to the cash, drawing him between her grin and the shit bag. “Not just for this,” she spoke. “Tomorrow, I’m going to ask a favor. You’re going to do the favor for me. I promise it will be worth much more than this but...well, you’re a smart boy, can we agree we’re on the same side?” Without hesitation, the young man nodded. The Goddess giggled, zipping up the bag. “Here’s my stop. See you tomorrow, Warren.” The doors opened and Warren watched her booty jiggle off onto the platform. PPPPPPRRRTTTTTTTTTATOOOOOTTTTT! Her fart managed to enter, soaking in with the ruddy shit. Warren kicked it away, happy his taxes paid for someone to clean up the mess. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Not even his regular pill dosage of melatonin could relinquish a good night’s sleep. Warren trudged into work that morning, tired and anxious as always. Tech reports came in hastily but easily...it was a slow day. Perfect for tragedy, he knew. “Hey gizmo!” Warren turned to find Mark behind him, overdressed and overstimulated as always. “Our little new girl Nelly can’t seem to find her internet browser.” Warren fumbled for a quick fix. “Ah-dah-eh, c’mon Warren, you’re tech support.” Mark cut him off. “Now go on, go support her!” He left and Warren peeked his head out to see the branch manager stride to his office...where the Goddess was leaning against the doorway. She stared down the aisle, giving Warren a nod and a wink. Mark mistook it as his, gladly wrapping his hand on her upper back to usher Nelly into his office. A grave mistake. When Warren summoned the courage to knock on the door, he heard an exhale that made him sick. “Come in, Warren,” spoke Nelly through the walls. “We’re kind of in a pickle.” Warren gasped, entering to see his boss wheezing and clutching his chest on the floor. “Close it,” Nelly spoke, sharply. “Lock it.” Warren did as he was told, watching as the Goddess encircled her prey again. “You...Warren, get hel-!” The Goddess bent to swing her booty upon Mark’s chest, shooting the speech off his lungs into a ‘oof’! She needn’t let up, as her weight trapped him to lift up her skirt. “You...fat...disgusting...cow!” Mark shouted. FFFFBBBRRRMMLLLLMMMMRRRBBBBBBBTTTTT! The Goddess sighed, letting her bubbly, farting booty wrap around the man’s face. “That’s better,” she noted, wriggling her rump for comfiness. “Now Warren, there’s a USB on his desk. Go ahead and plug that in. Can you get past his lock screen?” Warren did as she bade and answered. “Yes...I, I’m at his desktop screen.” BBBBRRLLLRRRRRLLMMMPPBBBRRTTTT! At his desk, Warren couldn’t even see the screaming man beneath her spread bootycheeks. “Good work, dear. Have a look everywhere and tell me what you find.” PPLLLLLLLTTTTTTMMMRBBPPROOOTTTTTT! FFFBBRBRRRLLAATTTOMMPPOOTTMTT! Mark protested himself against her assmeat; both to the rancid toots and his coming lack of privacy. “Ummm...here’s our company reports...some christmas cards...do you want me to check his emails?” The Goddess laughed at his suggestion, delivering a harsh fart into the man’s nostrils. “Dear, we’re looking for dirt, not sprinkles on his life. Where would you hide devious materials on a computer?” Warren blushed and instantly came to his senses; in the File Explorer he found a trio of unnamed folders, with suspicious, drawn out video file names. “Warren!” Mark managed to screech, after some good fanangling under her booty. “If you fucking click any of that you can kiss your ass goodby-!” FFFFFBBBRRLLAAMMRRUURBBAUUTT! Warren looked back at his desperate boss; the screamings turned to open mouthed gags as the Goddess aligned his open jaw with her bootyhole. Warren was none the least shocked to see her face contorted in a peaceful exertion of energy. “Go ahead Warren,” she said with a sigh. BBBPPPSSOOOOSSSSSSSSRRSSSS! “Add them to the flash drive when you’re done.” Amidst Mark’s screams was the crinkling of poo pressed along her anus. Warren worked fast...to ease both their sufferings. It was indeed a gold mine. Mark had a variety of erotic and illegal tastes, captured in High Definition video. Child porn, prostitution...even names and addresses. A few contacts mentioned him by name...the videos actually had him in starring roles...incrimination on top of incrimination. He simply copy and pasted the last two folders, sure of their sinister meaning as well. “I-I’m done,” he told her, rising off the chair and quickly unplugging the flashdrive. “How...how’d you know he-” “Was a disgusting pervert?” she finished. “Sometimes a Goddess just gets a...OH...hunch.” BBRRTTT! Her bootyhole pinched off the massive shit as she rose, neatly tucked to poke a good few inches around Mark’s whimpering lips. The Goddess held a hand out for the flashdrive; Warren gave it to her. “Go on out, Warren,” spoke the Goddess. “Mark and I are gunna take a little lunch break, aren’t we?” She slowly pressed a heel along his chest, pressing the shit out his mouth while he screamed. Warren kept his eyes to the carpet as he went out the hall. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It didn’t take long for her plan to run its course. Within a day, the entire office was whispering, circled around Mark’s office as the General Manager cut through the crowd. “Ladies and gentleman, thank you for being patient.” he shouted over the crowd. “We’ve had a minor...managerial emergency. Effective immediately, Mark is on leave and will be reviewed by the board. Temporarily, Nelly will be taking his place and we will carry on as before. Now, real quick, as far as company social media is concerned…”. The crowd slowly begin to dissipate as the GM’s speech drowned itself out in corporate nonsense. Only Warren stayed, able to witness the Goddess walk by her new office and beckon him inside with a finger. Her suit and work pants did little to hide the bursting power of the Goddess trapped inside. As soon as they were alone, her asshole shot through the fabric. BBBBBBLLLLLTTTTTTTRRRRRRRTTTUUUTTTTT! “Ugghh...you’ve no idea how good it feels to rip ass in your own office, Warren.” She gave him a smile as she unbuckled her pants to let her bulging stink tear away at her femininity. “Go ahead and lock the door, hon.” Warren gulped, watching her naked booty prance around her freshly won territory. A power struggle for a Goddess was not a healthy obsession...neither was being the prize of her conquest. He locked the door and met her at the desk. “Your prize,” she stated, running a hand along her bent booty and thigh. Warren took one last gulp of fresh air before bending down to press his nose against her dry asshole. Outside of her burst of giggles, there was no air sent his way. “Take it out, stupid,” she said, bringing him up and unzipping his pants. “Your last Goddess...she didn’t rip out your dick or squish your balls, right?” Upon pulling his pants down, she found him already hard and neither true. “Hmmm...maybe a penis shrinking spell?” Warren stuttered before she cut him off and led him around the desk. “Kidding, fart boy. You’re in for a new kind of treatment.” After the promise, she twirled him onto the leather chair, before straddling his dick in a sea of booty. BBBBBBTTTTRRRROOOOOOTTTTTTTTT! “You’re gunna have to help me here,” she said, reaching around to align his cock. “Nope, ah...hold on, there, there we go, how’s that?” Warren cried out into her suit, as his penis was shrouded within a tight, warm mouthpiece, eager to speak with him. PPPPRPRRRTTTTTRRRRTTTTTTTTTRTT! BBRRROOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTT! The Goddess slid slowly, making sure what little inches his cock claimed inside her bootyhole weren’t lost with her movements. “We still have some work to do, Warren.” she told the gasping young man. “Lot’s of work in fact. For one, sound proof walls would be a good start.” She said this after ripping a heated, raunchy fart along his cock, burying his rod between sizzling booty meat and hole. FFRRRUUUUPBBBRRRUUUUUUUUTTTTTTT! Their sex was outlived in under a minute as Warren clutched her buttcheeks. “Welcome to the big leagues, kiddo.” spoke Goddess Nelly. “It’s me and you, against the world. Are you with me?” Warren couldn’t have held more fear and excitement in him...as well as agreement. |
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