The Goddess wastes no time in forming a makeshift but professional looking clinic office. She put her mindless slave in a nice shirt and pants, with a tie, and put him out in reception to look more legitimate. But she was the only 'proc-ticioner' here. She thought about humorously dropping that on her 'patients' and see who picked up on it or even mentioned it.
While she built her place, she also built up the hype online and spread the word through minions working the streets. Soon the whole town was a buzz for this new place.
In less than a day, everything looked great and she prepared for opening the following day.
Her first toilet came very early in the morning which was good; the Goddess saved herself for him. She smiled to herself as she prepared to walk into the patient examination room for the first time, as a doctor. She felt an overwhelming sense of pride in her accomplishment.
Her 'patient' sat on the bench in the room.
"Good morning, Mr. Taylor. I'm Goddess, I'll be your proctitioner."
The toilet smiled and nodded, "Wait, did you say your name was Goddess?"
"Well that's what you can call me."
"Huh...did you use to work in porn?"
"Okay, I think that's it for you talking. I'm just gonna put this ball gag in your mouth first."
The toilet starts to look very afraid.
"Hey, hey, relax; this is all just apart of the procedure," the Goddess says, grabbing a remote and activating a robotic arm from the ceiling. It had two thing fingers that shot out, clutching the toilet's nostrils and lifting them up and open wide. Then, two robotic hands dropped and clutched the toilet firmly; he wasn't going anywhere.
"What is this?!" The toilet mumbled; his nostrils extended wide and his mouth stuffed with a ball gag.
"I can't really hear you toilet, this is really not the time to talk; you should have said whatever it is earlier."
"What?!"
"I said, relax!" The Goddess yells, angrily dropping her long skin tone, skintight sweats that felt like velvet on her perfect skin. She still wore red panties over her rose and booty. The Goddess approached the toilet, booty first. "Now, you may be wondering why your nostrils are tied up like that. Well, that's because I need to make sure you get the full fragrance of this gas I've been having lately; really bad."
The toilet screams but the Goddess' butt mashes against his face, her asshole in alignment with his upturned nostrils. He whimpered as he already got a scent of the Goddess' tainted anus, the strong smell of old shit crusted on but not visible on her clean, perfect booty.
She grunted without warning and BRRRRRUUUUUPPPPPP!
The toilet began to cry and whine as the horrid smell hit him like a ton of stinky bricks but with the equal weight of the thick, almost visible fart.
"Smell that fart toilet, this is what you paid for," the Goddess says, in a very instructing almost distracted tone.
He didn't have a choice as his upturned nostrils flared for breath and only were treated with hot, gassy cabbage farts that seemed to stream endless with fresh odor out of the Goddess' bootyhole.
"And another...another...errrrrggg..." PRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAATTTTTT!
The toilet shook and convulsed by the machine held him tight as his nostrils, unwillingly took in the horrid gas that surrounds and encompasses his face.
The Goddess lifts her booty once again....BRRRRRROOOOOOOPPPPPP!
"Ahhh, that feels pretty good toilet. How do you feel?"
The Goddess removes the ball gag and the toilet pants and gasps; he still gags on the rotten air around his head.
"What the fuck was that?"
"That...was a fart," the Goddess replied coyly.
"You fucking bitch!"
"Excuse me," the Goddess said, nonchalantly removing her panties.
She smiles and then quickly shoves them into the toilet's mouth. They are dripping with sweat, stained deeply with fart smell but also dotted with little 'accidents' that slowly slide down the toilet's throat as his saliva moistened the panties, effectively cleaning them and depositing the waste matter down his throat. Like a good toilet should.
The Goddess, with classy, old fashioned white cloth doctor's glove, reaches into the toilet's mouth and pulls out the panties, they are practically spotless now, "I'll take these, thanks." The Goddess tosses them carelessly on the floor and grabs a dental spreader.
The toilet's eyes go wide.
"You know what this is...don't you?" The Goddess says, smiling.
The toilet nods, the arms in his nostrils pulling back painfully against him; the Goddess laughs at the sight, the tangled up toilet.
"It's a dental spreader," the Goddess explains, while putting it in the toilet's mouth, "It holds your mouth open while the dentist looks at you." She backs up and looks at her toilet, "Why do you think I have it?"
The toilet pathetically shook his head.
"Well, I can wait all day so why don't you just take a nice guess."
"So you can spit in my mouth?"
"Oh...like this," the Goddess said, breathing in through her nose to work up a nice, thick green loogie which she spat straight into the toilet's mouth. The toilet reacted, the horrid snot rocket in his mouth like an uncooked egg but several times as putrid; especially having not come from his own body. He vomited out grossly; the spreader making it impossible to stop himself.
The Goddess jumped back, avoiding all of it. "Hm, looks like you're rejecting the treatment," she smiled cleverly. "We'll have to try something else."
The Goddess bends down joyfully, placing her big naked booty in the toilet's face, flush against it.
The toilet mumbled, "Please...no more farts..."
"Oh, no more farts? Okay, toilet, since you asked so nicely."
Then the Goddess began to grunt and with just a little push, she silently but strongly farted a log that plastered like a horn against the toilet's forehead, "Oops, looks like I missed." The Goddess giggled.
She readjusted herself and the toilet's eyes went wide as he released where the Goddess was aiming. His pie hole.
There was no time to react however, and no reaction to be had; he was stuck as he watched a far slower but wider log snake its way from the Goddess' bootyhole before sliding, terribly into his mouth; dragging it's putrid shit trail across his tongue, his taste buds, each bud tormented by the multifaceted shit; a bit sour, a bit bittersweet, a bit spicy, it literally met every criteria in a terrible stink and taste.
The toilet gurgled and grumbled as the shit log continued to pour down his throat like he was a cone to the Goddess' ice cream; continuing to fill him up until the swirl at the top. The top, of course being, just outside his lips. His eyes rolled back in his head as his body shook violently. He gurgled; foamy diarrhea flowed from his mouth as his body collapsed in a heap on the bench.
The Goddess, not one to waste time, spread her legs, split her bootycheeks and sharted a good, long fifteen second blast that cleaned her booty with great efficiency as she splattered not only the toilet but also the wall all over the exam room.
She patted her stomach contently and sighed, "That was good, I'm feeling a lot better. And I'm sure you're feeling much better, aren't you Mr...Taylor."
The lifeless toilet didn't respond, brown saliva dripped from his mouth; he wasn't breathing.
The Goddess, grabs her panties and throws them in a hamper on the other side of the room. She grabs her pants and carries them out with her.
In the hall, she heads down to her office but not before walking up to her reception slave.
He snored loudly, clearly bored.
The Goddess, angered at first, then smiled as she creeped up on him. She put her butt just an inch from his face, bent over and with almost no effort, blew a twenty second, trumpety, air blast right in his face.
The slave jumped up, startled by the sound then recoiled from the horrid stench.
"Hey! You fell asleep asshole! So smell my fart; I want to see you inhale through your nose."
The Goddess watched with sharp eyes to ensure she watched the slave's nostrils flare; she was satisfied when his face repulsed in such a way that would have been impossible to fake. He gagged and choked as the Goddess laughed heartily.
"Now! Clean up room one; if it takes you more than ten minutes, you're next, understand?!" The Goddess yelled.
The slave practically fell over in his chair as she scampered into room one; his face again, hilariously, recoiling as he opened the door and got the first smell of the Goddess' sizable dump.
The Goddess sits at the reception briefly, still enjoying her lack of bottoms. She pretended to file her nails like a receptionist and yelled to her slave, "Just toss the body in the dumpster slave! I have an arrangement with the trash people."
"Yes Goddess," the slave yelled back.
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