This choice: Bethany saves you, only to keep you as her own. • Go Back... You feel a hand grasping your shit-stained shirt and pulling you from under the putrid water. You gasp and heave, desperate for breath.
"Shhhh, shhhh, it's okay; it's okay now," a thick voice says.
Through crap covered eyes, you squint and see the woman likely named Bethany; she's rather large but oddly still very attractive. She wore her weight well.
"Don't worry, they're gone," she says, reassuringly.
You whimper.
"You poor thing, come here," she says, pulling you up out of the outhouse. "You'll come home with me and everything's going to be fine."
Still out of breath, you protest kindly, "Please, I just want to go home...this has been..."
"I understand but what you need to understand is there's really no going back after something like this..."
"What...wha...do you mean?"
"You're a toilet slave now, that's all you can ever be; but at least with me, I'll respect your position just as I expect you to respect mine. Do we have a deal?"
Your eyes become soft, teary as you plead, "I...I don't know what kind of game this is with you all but I've had enough, please; I'm covered in shit..."
"Do you know how many guys would love to switch places with you?" She asks, interrupting.
"Then get one of them! Please!"
"That's not how this works! Please, slave, do not anger me; I'm being more than patient with you."
"But what are you even asking me to do?"
"No slave, I'm not asking; I'm merely giving you the opportunity to accept your position, under my ass, with dignity; like a buttler. Understand?"
"How can I say yes? I just want to be free."
"And I've said that's impossible so why dwell on what cannot be? You can either take your chances with a kindly Goddess like myself or, when I'm done with you, risk being passed around from Mistress to Mistress; abused, pathetic, disrespected."
You remain silent, darting your eyes nervous.
"Toilet; I'm waiting for your answer."
"What choice do I have?"
"Now you're beginning to understand. That's good. Walk with me to my car."
Reluctantly, with invisible blinds compelling you forward, you follow Bethany out to the parking lot; her big ass sways freely with each step she takes. The motion is almost hypnotic to watch and you're pretty sure she saw you staring at least once; she tries to hide a giggle.
"I have quite a bit to tell you but let's just start with the names. I expect you to call me Goddess anytime you serve me; you have permission to call me Bethany or Beth any other time but if you anger me, I'll take that luxury away. Tell me you understand."
"I understand..."
She stops, turns, and looks at you expectantly.
You shake with fear and stammer, "...God...God...Goddess."
A wide smile forms on her face, "Very good. Oh, also, and this is very important for your life as a slave: Never speak unless first addressed by me; that'll be true of any Goddess or Mistress you come across so take care to get into the habit. I'm more lenient on this but best use your judgement; I'm not immune to irritation. Did you have any questions so far?"
"What about my name?"
"Oh, sure, if you'd like...actually before I forget, hand over your wallet, cell phone; anything identifying or networked."
Your eyes become wide but Bethany's eyes flash with quick anger and you frantically dig in your shit filled pockets. You pull out your likely ruined cell phone and your wallet.
"Don't worry toilet, I'm not going to take your money or anything; though it really serves you no purpose now. This is just so I have collateral and information about you; that way, if you do run or something, I know where to look and who's arm I should twist to find you. But you wouldn't do that..."
She gets right up in your face, inches away, "...would you toilet?"
You shake your head more out of fear than acceptance though you knew there wasn't a choice to be made anyways; that the nail in the coffin was the moment you stepped into the lower level 'Mens' outhouse.
"Good. Oh, to answer your question...or whatever...I'll call you whatever I feel in the moment. You may have noticed 'Toilet' is my general favorite but I will sometimes say 'Shit Face'...maybe I'll think up others for you. If you have a problem with my names, you can talk to me about it at an appropriate time; which, again, is pretty much anytime you're not serving me."
That sounded reasonable...no wait, what the fuck are you saying?! This woman is making you be her slave and you're just going along with it...why?! Run, you think to yourself...just run; she's fat, she'll never catch you!
"Well, here's my car," she says, unlocking the doors with a button.
For a moment, you think about running; you're just about to when you remember you've stupidly handed over your wallet and cell phone. You seem them bulging tauntingly from Bethany's stretchy pants.
She opens the driver's side door and holds it, as if to let you get it. You're surprised by the gesture.
"You want...me to drive?"
Bethany laughs out loud, caught off guard, "God no! Put your head on the seat, I'm going to sit on it for the ride."
"What?!"
"Toilet, please. We can't do this every few minutes...Believe me, I don't HAVE to ask..."
You didn't quite know what that meant but it was still absolutely terrifying; you did as she asked, curling your legs under the driver's seat and putting your head, face up, on the seat of the chair.
You whimpered, silently, as you watched Bethany's wide, heavy ass slide in and then descend like a boulder on your head. Immediately, closed off, you feel out of breath; suffocating and now getting strong whiffs of Bethany's unclean ass. You trash slightly side to side but you barely move under the overweight woman.
The car starts; she pats your chest before she drives, "Don't worry, I only live like an hour from here."
She giggles as you yell out in muffled futility.
"Oh, sweetie; first fart...here...comes..."
PPPPPPPPPRRRRRBBBBBBBBB!
"Ahhhh, oh a big one; sorry about that hon. It's probably a bit much for you point blank."
Gasping and moaning out, you desperately try to stall breathing in the stale, putrid gas hanging near your face, dying to enter you nose so you can endure the death-like stench of Bethany's gas. You finally take a big inhale and choke and cough like a first time smoker; your lungs burn and feel heavy.
Bethany sniffs the air loudly, "Whew...but that's not bad; I'll tell you though, ideally, the goal is to sniff it all up so the Goddess doesn't smell anything rancid...but you'll get there sweets."
"PLEASE! I CAN'T BREATHE!!!" You cry out from underneath, in weak desperation.
Bethany rises slightly, a little angered but remaining quiet about it.
FRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPP!
"Okay, now I'm gonna sit; one last big breath and..."
She sat back down again; nothing changed but she felt a hundred pounds heavier this time. Her ass smelled worse this time...God was this something you don't get used to?! And now it's my fucking life?! Why won't someone help me!? Save me?!
"I'll tell you honestly; I truly believe in you. Anyone that can withstand that much fecal abuse from three very powerful ladies; that's a special thing. I'm lucky to have you but, even more so, you're quite lucky to be serving me. No other Goddess or Mistress would talk to you candidly like this. Most toilets...they don't last long with me; only one actually made it out alive...he's serving someone else now."
The wave of emotions from her words suddenly sends you into a horrified panic.
"Hey, hey, settle down; it's going to be okay. I won't hurt you; I told you, you're special...oh and wouldn't you know it, we're here. Didn't that hour just fly by?" She giggles, knowingly.
She opens her door and peels her big butt from your face which feels flattened like a cartoon; you desperately suck in the rank but oxygenated air around the driver's seat before turning to a waiting Bethany.
"Any day now," she says; tapping her foot.
You pour yourself from the car and fall onto the hard driveway. Bethany, tired of waiting, grabs you by the shirt and effortlessly carries you inside; she tosses you with a slight care as she locks the front door.
On the ground, you watch her turn and tower over you...her face, contemplative...
"God...Goddess, what...are you thinking....about?"
She smiles and squats down near you, putting a hand on your shoulder, "I'm trying to figure out if you've been a good boy today; If I should make you suffer as my full toilet tonight or just let you sniff my farts while I sleep."
Your eyes go wide with terror.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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