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The Goddess Returns WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS THE AMERICAN WONTON USUAL. DISCRETION ADVISED! After all he’d endured with Gloria, nothing should have surprised Sam. She’d only recently gone back into her Goddess form,(maybe some mid-life crisis or something) and Sam felt the full weight of that. Which was why now, he stood angry, instead of shocked in his bedroom. “What are you doing in my room?” The Goddess Gloria stood off his bed but not before coating Sam’s pillow in a beefy fart. BBBBLLLLAAOORRTTT! She smiled, seeing the obvious concern on his face. “Is that any way to address your Goddess slave?” Gloria had her hands on her hips, showing off her generous curves. She didn’t look a day over thirty, although her figure suggested otherwise. In her latex Goddess suit was a thick black chocolate bar of a woman, with soft luscious boobs poking out the top and a pair of honey muffins at the bottom. It struck both fear and sexual determination in the boy, especially with her cute, knowing giggle. “Gloria, er- Goddess, my parent will be home any minute,” he sputtered, watching her breasts jiggle as she strutted forward. “What if they see you here?” Sam didn’t even hear the silent fart she was releasing; he only saw the strained look on her brow, followed by her hand cupping her asscrack...then his face. A hot whirlwind of her beef pastrami coated his nostrils. “Hey I can’t play Ms. Glori-uhhhhhhhh,”. Sam wore the same dumbfounded look many other young boys held under her gaseous spell. Her hands lowered him to his knees. “It’s Goddess to you now, remember? No? How about a reminder?” She turned around and the boy was pushed into her backside. FFRRRLLPPPPLLLOBBBPTTT! “Ooohhhh. Now, who’s your Goddess, slave?” The boy’s word slurred as mouth met smelly asscheek. “You awwr, Goddhess.” His command was at her beck and call with every second of smell. PPLLLOOOOOOTTTT! “That’s right fartboy. I am. And don’t worry about your parents. I checked and they’ll be gone for a while. For now, we’re going to work on getting you out of my hair and, well, my ass, eventually.” She looked back to find his senses recurring. PPTTTUUBBLLLBBSSRRRRRR! Not anymore. She rubbed his head in the greasy fart just to make sure. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Gloria didn’t allow Sam to be stupefied for too long. He was usually compliant anyway; why waste any more of his young brain cells? Besides, he’d need them in the next few minutes. BBBBLLLLLARRRAPPPTTT! Sam guffawed at the recently released fart. It wasn’t in his face, but Gloria held nothing back in her Goddess form. “Jesus christ that smells like...like-” “Like fart? Yes thanks for noticing. My pastrami and shrimp sandwich can turn to something thicker, if you’d prefer slave.” PPPRROOOOOTTT! This time Gloria did stick her ass in his face as he walked by. Sam only sat back and took it, knowing from their last encounter that she wasn’t joking. “So what’s the deal anyway? You said you wanted me to have confidence or whatever?” Gloria finished taking off her bottom half, then walked over. “Yes, something like that. Only we need a failsafe to make sure you’ll try. My booty will be that failsafe.” She handed Sam a gask mask-of which he stared at in horror. “No...no you’ve told me what you did to kids in that!” Sam could indeed still see the filthy, yellow residue on the tube leading around the suctioned edge. Her previous farts,(or more) of the past. “I’m not doing that!” Gloria sighed, then scooted the boy close to her round booty. “Is this yours, fartboy?” Sam shivered as he watched her light brown anus expand. Instead of a horrendous shit, he found grains of silver and plastic. Her excrement increased until...HIS PHONE! “Hey, I’ve been looking forever for that! Give me my pho!-” Poof, it was gone, sucked back in her asshole! FFFFLLLLUUURRLTTBBTTT! Sam coughed against the sickly meaty smell. “If you’re looking for a clean phone in there, you won’t find it. I’ve been using your phone as a buttplug all night. I’ve gotten a lot of fun responses.” Even then, Sam heard the phone buzzing inside her wall of ass fat...along with a droning gurgle. BBBRRLLLOOOOLLLLLTTTTT! “Ahhh,” said Gloria, giggling and gloating with her cheeks. “As you can imagine, a lot of them have gone unanswered. I see you’ve been reaching out to a girl...what was her name?” Gloria shat the phone into her hand. “Ah, here she is...Brenda? From space science club?” Sam held a disgusted and disgruntled tone. “Yeah, I’ve been reaching out like you told me. I haven’t really gotten anywhere. Hey!” Back in her asshole went the phone with a grunt. Sam watched in disdain as her bootyhole swallowed it whole, flinching in exhaustion. “Well that’s because you’ve been reaching out to the wrong girl. I went ahead and let my booty do a little picking for you. You're going to finish the rest.” PPPSSSSRRSSSOOLLOOTT! “Ahhhh. That is, if you want your phone back, correct?” Sam wasn’t all sure if he did. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The phone was eventually returned to Sam. Gloria was an instructor, not necessarily a torture. Although she had no problem being both. FFFLLRRUUTLLBBUUTT! “Ahhh. Call her.” she spoke. Sam gagged as her gnarly cheese fart burst through the tube. The miniature mask was locked around his nose, leaving his mouth hanging to speak. “I-GHUH- I can’t! I’m not on her level!” “You’re weak, that’s why you’re not.” PPSSSLLLAAPPOOOTTT! The “she” was Sarah Divelsten, senior cheerleader and volleyball captain. Gloria did her research, she was gorgeous, a fine specimen for Sam. Almost as cute as she was in High School. Almost. BBLLLRRRBBBOOTTT! “I’m not stopping Sam. You don’t think shit can fit into your nostrils? Think again.” FFFBBLLOORROTTT! Gloria graced him with another taste to test that theory. Sam quivered watching her asshole shoot the visible hot gas down the tube. “Call Sarah. Right now. You can do it.” Sam felt dizzy and high and...reckless. He just wanted all this to end. So he dialed the number. Dialtone. More dialtone. PPPPRRRRTTTTT! “Ignore that,” Gloria called. Sam visibly could not. “It’s at voicemail,” Sam said. He felt a pang of disgust and dread feeling his asshole coated phone. “Call again. Keep calling, till I say we leave a message.” FFFLLTTUUURRRLLTTTT! Sam hurriedly dialed the phone amidst the cabbage and raw beef smell. It picked up in two rings. “Hello?” The voice was foreign to Gloria but Sam recognized it instantly. “It’s her,” he mouthed. Gloria nodded, then motioned with her hands to talk. Her other hand led menacingly towards her asshole, which began to expand, ready to fire. “H-hey Sarah, it’s Sam. Umm, it’s Sam Pedrabel.” Gloria smiled, throwing up a thumbs up. “Oh, hey Sam. What’s up?” She sounded cheery enough-but Sam’s words became tounge tied. PPTTUUULLBBBBTTTT! The fart rocketed towards his nose and Sam leaned the phone away to cough. “Ask her how her day is going! Tell her you're curious! Those words, fartboy!” said Gloria. Sam composed himself. “Hello, Sam?” “Yeah, sorry Glo- I mean, sorry Sarah. I’ve umm, I’ve just had a cough recently. H-how are you? I’m just curious.” Another thumbs up from Gloria. “Oh, well I’m good, I geuss,” came Sarah. “I’ve just been hanging out, trying to study for midterms, you know, hehe. So, what’s up? With you I mean?” “I don’t know, I-” FFBBBBLLLAARRRRTTTTT! “No improv, fartboy. Here.” Sam turned to cough at the putrid smell. Gloria handed him a set of cards. “Well, let’s see I’ve been, um ‘kind of bored recently’ and have been ‘wanting to check out some places around town’. But umm, not by myself, you know?” PPPSSSLLLLRRRBBUUTTT! Gloria smiled. “Sorry, good job fartboy. Keep going.” Sam tried to, past the ripped ass of green beans and wonton smell. “You look, or um, you're pretty cool, from what I’ve seen. Do you wanna catch a show down by the lake sometime?” There was silence on Sarah’s end. “Yeah, that sounds cool but I’m pretty busy. Can I get back to you?” The words came out before Gloria could intervene. “Sure sure, thanks.” PPBBLLLAAABBRROOT! “Don’t thank her for talking to you! Ugh, just wish her luck on those finals, or whatever,” said Gloria. “Alright, well thanks for-” FFFFBBRRRRTTTLLTTRRR! “I COUGH, good luck on those midterms Sarah. See ya.” “Bye Sam.” Gloria sighed and leaned back. BBLLRRRRRSSSOOOOPPBBRRRLLLRTTTTTT! “Oh! I’ve been holding that one in the whole call.” Sam fiddled with his mask amidst the inescapable fart and that was that. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The lighter side of Gloria came out later in the night. She and Sam lay on his bed, sprawled out and shooting the shit. All the while, she now demanded those booty massages from him. PPRRRLLLLLLSSSSS. Sam was kneading her naked asscheeks apart, when she felt his face mold into her fart. “Nah uh fart boy. Out.” Sam backed away. “In fact you better get used to that. Next tail you see better be Sarah’s. Otherwise I’ll cook up a whole batch of oyster flambe for myself-and you.” BBBUUUURRRTTTTTT! The fart was fiercely let loose, coating Sam’s nose with a toxic array of taco beef smells. “Gloria-I mean, Goddess...why are you doing this? Did I do something wrong?” Gloria tilted her head back and sighed; Sam really got to her sometimes, what with his pathetic dimpled face and sweet voice. She’d never dream of bringing him to a heel-although she did already kick his balls with a pair. She rolled her eyes and tucked his face against her asshole. PPLLLUUURRRRRTBBTTT! “Ohhh...there we go. You smell that? That’s a fart of love. Creamy, airy, with a little bit of a squirt of ass juice. I used to have boys go crazy over that. Some of them looked like you.” BBBRRRLLTTTT! Sam gasped for air against her “love fart”...but he didn’t struggle otherwise. “I’m gunna be real with you honey. Your a loser. I know Goddesses that would pair a line of you together and shit down each of your mouths.” said Gloria. Sam sighed, then went back to groping her mountains of booty. “Were you ever like that?” he asked timidly. “No I went for the douchebags. Trust, me there were plenty of them back in my day. My point is, I’m trying to turn you into a winner here. You don’t want a relationship with a Goddess. You're always gunna get the shit end of the stick.” PPPSSSSLLOOOOPPTTT! “Ahh. See what I mean?” Sam did under the hot, bubbly fart, see what she meant. “This Sarah girl is gunna treat you right, your gunna have someone to talk to, a real girl, all that jazz. Maybe you’ll even fall in lo-HEY!” Boys will be boys, she guessed. Sam was slowly stroking himself with a free hand, while slowly squeezing her ass with another. FFLLABBBOOORRRSSSSSSSTTTT! The egg and bacon fart ensured that he put a stop to that, at least for a moment. “You save all that for your girl, got it fart boy?” said Gloria. She tossed back his phone. “In fact, don’t beat your meat till I see pics of you with this girl. I put a couple Goddess software’s on your phone and computer. If I see you search ‘breast cancer’, I’ll know about it.” PPPTTUURRLLLUUTTTTT! “Got it?” Sam removed himself from her ass cheeks and solemnly nodded. “Yes Goddess.” he said, a wry smile on his face. “You're damn right, ‘yes Goddess’.” said Gloria. “Now ‘Yes Goddess’ your ass to sleep before I gas you into a midnight coma.” She stood to leave, but not before playfully bringing his skull into her booty for a midnight kiss. PPPTRRLLAAAABBRRRLLRRFFFFFTTT! Her asshole singed the tip of his nose and she left him with a will to reach out for someone different. |
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