A Helpful Tool
by American Wonton

WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS THE AMERICAN WONTON USUAL. READER DISCRETION ADVISED!

The Goddess gave a happy groan as she leaned against her hallway walls. The treacherous worm inside her squirmed; he knew damn well what was coming. Audio and nasal cues combined to coordinate the fears he deserved. FFFFBBBBRRRRUUTTLLRROOTTTTT! The Goddess chuckled, patting her massive, white rump as the flatulence ended. “Ahhh…I hope the deforestation was worth it, Mr. Chevelles,” she told the tiny. “It all comes full circle. I feel the need to throw out some waste of my own.” The Goddess laughed, feeling the man’s miniscule kicks against her shuffled booty cheeks. He dangled just outside her asshole, soon unaware of their journey’s end.
The Goddess admired her toilet as she entered the restroom. It stood wider than most, custom built to her angular hips and booty depth. The tiny had only a second to glance at the outside, as she turned to shoot him into the bowl with a musky fart. BBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTT! Casey Chevelles screamed along the steel bowl, his cries for mercy echoing against the dark horizon of the Goddess and her booty. “Oh the time for mercy was much, much earlier, dear.” She spoke above him. “Around 20,000 acres of Amazon forest, earlier.” PPPPPRRROOBBRRRRUUUTTT! FFFTTTTOORRRROOOTTTOOOTTTT! The Goddess giggled, hearing her farts bat the man around like a tiny pistachio. A few presses later, Mr. Chevelles heard a gurgle and squeak. With a groan of despair, he watched her dark brown asshole emerge with a partner of doom. “I hope you’re a much more…favorable person, in the afterlife, dear.” Spoke the Goddess. Then, she unleashed hell upon him.
BBBBAAARRRTTRRROOOOOOOOOTTTT! PPPPPRRRRMMMMBBBRRTTUUTTT! BBBBLLLAAATOTOFRRROOTTTT! Her asshole sang the plentiful joys of her shit logs, dancing along the steel to rest atop Mr. Chevelles. The Goddess couldn’t'’ have been more pleasured, hearing him run and squirm amidst her stinky brown piles. PPPSSSSHHAAUUULSSSHHHRRUUBBTT! The Goddess squealed in delight-her booty announced a new change of course. Diaherea flew out by the gallons, making the plight of Mr. Chevelle’s climb up shit mountain all the less fruitless. Her booty churned, farther, higher, stinker…then, absolute, nearly touching the cheeks she shat from. BBBBASSSSPUURRRTTOOORRTTTTTT! The Goddess rose, admiring her work. She could feel the presence of the man long, long vanquished beneath her shit. “A tragic end to a tragic man,” she mused. “You can have SO much better, Daniels.”
Her two fingers perused into her vaginal crack, where another tiny man gasped amidst her clinging juices. “What do you say, Percy Daniels?” the Goddess posed to the tiny man. “In exchange for a quicker end, you apologize for all your company has done. It would mean a lot to me, coming from such a high ranking CEO.” She let the man watch as her finger pushed on the toilet lever. The toilet lurched to life, sucking down her filth and Mr. Chevelles in a few quicks twirls of unimaginable PSI amounts. FFFFTTTRRRRRROOOOOOOOTTTTT! She heard the man cringe as the fart soaked her thighs and dangling buttcheeks…then, felt a pinch on her finger.
The vain man bit her finger…and kept biting, screaming obscenities into her skin. The Goddess laughed, bringing him to meet her perfect, Giantess face. “Well it seems your bite is as useless as your bark, Daniels!” she noted. “I think those lawyers you hired put up more of a fight…at least, on paper.” The tiny Daniels was about to growl at her again, before seeing the shadow of her bright red, opening lips upon him. He screamed, as his head was sucked into the giant couch cushions. The Goddess chuckled, hearing his screams amongst her saliva, his head squirm amidst her clenched teeth…no, his suffering had to endure much, much longer. The man was still screaming, still fighting as she brought him to her booty cheeks. Only his head was contained inside her anus…she laughed, shaking her rump with his struggle. “I guess men like you never learn,” she noted. “Perhaps we should find one more humble to teach you, hmmm?” FFFRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTT! He liked the suggestion as much as the thunderous fart roaring between her cheeks.

The young man kept his head forward as she sat down at the bar. One look was enough to convince him she was…trouble. Long orange hair resided around clear white skin. Freckles were her only noticeable blemish. If there were more patrons, no doubt they would be swooning about this mysterious woman in the bright red dress, sexual parts dripping out impossibly amongst the fabric. Or perhaps they would run in fear…knowing that she was a-
“Hello there. How are you?” Even her voice was a sinister, sweet perfection. The young man gulped down the last of his drink, deciding to hurriedly pay and leave. “Excuse me, young man,” she said. “You know it’s rude to ignore a Goddess.” And so there it was. He turned to face her. “Did you not hear me?” She asked…with no malice, just ill-intent sweetness that made his heart jump three beats ahead. “No I-I’m sorry, Goddess. It won’t happen again.” He felt the words scramble from his lips as she smiled. “Good,” she noted. “You can apologize properly with a drink. Manhattan, please.” The young man drew the bartender towards his side of the aisle. He noticed her hand affectionately rest on his thigh. “And out here, you may call me Diane.”
“Goddess I…I’m sorry,” he started. “For whatever I’ve done, but please…d-don’t-“ “Who says you’ve done anything?” The Goddess Diane jabbed in. “Can a woman simply talk to you? Are you that important?” BBBBRRRRTTTT! She scooted closer, so perhaps it was the seat that made the noi-FFFFBBBBRRRBBBBRRR!- or, perhaps her vibrating, agitated asshole wanted to make a clearer point. “No, no I-“ She interrupted again with laughter, pressing a finger to his lips…and her own lips to his cheek. “I only joke with you, boy.” She said gently into his ear. “The truth is, tonight is your lucky night. I’m coming home with you.” Her hand cascaded across his thigh onto the middle of his jean pants. “Are you a homosexual? In a relationship?” He shook his head, silently complicating a lie. “And do you have a name?” “It’s Danny.” The Goddess laughed aloud, Danny’s knee. “Hilarious!” she noted, swigging down the rest of her drink. Danny wasn’t quite sure why.

Danny was eager to leave when she requested. Especially after she left the bar with a nasty, eggy fart, silently encroaching the entire bar. “I’ve frequented that place forever, Danny,” she said as they walked down the street. “The owner is an asshole and deserves as much.” Danny winced as her arm wrapped around his waist. As they drew close, her rump sizeable rump sashayed into his size. “Speaking of assholes, how did you know I was a Goddess?” Diane asked. “Have you engaged one of us before?” PPPPPAAAATTTOUUUUURRRRTTT! BBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRTTTTT! The farts effortlessly shot from her backside, with the audio effort of concert hall claps. Danny tried to avoid her eyes as he searched for a proper answer. She found it for him, rubbing his scalp. “Ahhh, an internet savant, are we?” Danny gulped. The Goddess laughed, hailing the cab they called. “What’s your favorite category?” she continued, bending into the backseat. “Asian? BBW? Classic Brazilian fart Fetish?” BBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRTTOOOOOTTTTTT! Danny blushed as her fart caught him full on in the face.
She relayed herself even closer after the driver was instructed. The driver was absent minded between the glass barrier-the Goddess seemed more than willing to take advantage of that. Danny shivered as she giggled into his ears, planting a few quick pecks on his side. “Trust me boy, you shouldn’t be the one worrying. Enjoy yourself.” He heard. Diane’s hand grasped his, leading both sets of fingers along her dress. Upon searching further…and further…he discovered no underwear, only naked flesh. She sucked on his neck, playing with his budding erection through his pants. Then on her end, his fingers were allowed to grace her twat…and lower…lower. “I need you to plug a few certain…holes, for me tonight, dear,” she spoke, with a slimy lick into his ear. “Can you do that for me?” Danny gasped, feeling a hard flitter on his fingertips. The Goddess giggled, putting his finger against her butthole, pushing in. Danny shivered, in a different world of slime and sustenance. PPPPRRLLLSSSSUUURRRRRSSSSSSSS! The Goddess bit his ear gently as her hot fart coated his finger.

The Goddess was beside herself, clambering out of the car door. She was drunk on the possibility than the few drinks churning on her innards. She watched the boy pay the cab driver, apologizing for the smell. “Come now, boy,” she called to him. “It’s cold outside and your Goddess is awaiting her servitude!” The young man named Danny hurriedly scurried to his porch step, mumbling a “sorry” as he fiddled with the keys. The other Danny…she felt him squirm, felt his fear come to a head with his own arrogance. BBBBBBBBRRRRTTTTRRRUUUMMMBBPPTTT! She crossed her arms as the fart flapped her dress upward into the sky. The boy Danny quietly jumped in fear. The Goddess smiled as the other Danny gagged on her scent. “Like I said boy, you have nothing to worry about,” she noted, entering his modest home.

And it was modest, at best. A quiet, humble abroad for a quiet humble fart boy. With a few steps, she found herself next to a couch in a living room. A good a place as any. “All right then, Danny, off with it all.” With a swift, practiced motion, she lifted her dress off her figure. Next came her feet to step off the heels and she was standing victorious in front of him. The young man was staring bug eyed, still trying to unbuckle his pants. It seemed like an eternity before he was naked before her, shaking and ashamed of his stick-like build to her glorious bodily visage. The Goddess sighed in aggravation, slapping his hands that covered his flaccid, tiny penis between his fingers. “Oh this won’t do,” she noted. “Come on, up and at em’!” She took a step forward, kneading her breasts just above his face. The boy quietly tugged himself, still shaking and shivering as he did so. BBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRTTTTT! PPOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTT! The boy aggressively tugged and sniveled, his head kept face forward into her tummy. The Goddess rolled her eyes. “Humble indeed,” she muttered. The boy gasped as she gripped under his chin, forcing to stare into her bountiful breasts. “Relax,” said Goddess Diane, pulling him into her warm pillows. “This isn’t a race, my little fart towel.” PPPBBBOOOOTRRRRRTTTTOOOOOOTTT! The Goddess and her booty ached for more excitement…yet she kept herself calm and civil for the boy’s sake. He heard him gasp between her tits as her hand reached down to grip him. “What would you like me to do?” she asked.
He certainly was an adventurous one, given the chance. Goddess Diane flashed him a smile between her thighs, as she hovered her spread buttcheeks above his face. She could practically hear the young man’s penis rise, staring into her perfect brown stink center. “Now prepare yourself, young one,” the Goddess noted. “My ass has many complexities that I’ll ask you to adjust to.” He groaned in excitement as she gently lowered her ass onto the couch…and his face atop that. FFFFFFFBBBBBBRRRRTTOOOOOTTTT! It was a strong fart to make her first point…and enough to bring Percy Daniels atop the boy’s lips. The both squirmed in horrid self-discovery…and the Goddess chuckled, pleased with herself.

Daniel gasped in shock, then closed his mouth again, once he realized what was happening. The tiny “pecks” continued, along with the screams, and the overbearing, eggy smell of Goddess Diane. She rose, allowing him to process the shock as he stared into her anus. “Wh-what is…oh my god!” The Goddess sighed, cupping her hand into asscrack. “Indeed, my boy. Oh my god is right.” BBBBBLLLLLLRRRPPPPRRSSTTTTT! A wet fart launched out into her hand, sending the tiny man kicking between her juices.
Daniel backed deeper into the cushions as she sat beside him, clutching the squirming, naked man between her hands. “This is Alexander Percius Daniels, Danny,” she noted. “Noted business man in the tropics…as well as drug kingpin, murderer, and kidnapper.” “Oh…I…wait!” Danny didn’t know what he felt, watching her push the screaming man slowly into her anus. “He deserves every drop of gas I have to give to him….and more,” she continued, grunting out another feral fart. BBBBBBBBBLLLLARRRRTTPPPOOOOOOOOTTTTTT! His legs popped out with a furious kicking outside her anal flesh. Danny silently gasped, partaking in the rugged smell. The Goddess scooted closer. She held his cock in one hand, his face in the other, as she pulled in for a kiss. It was a long kiss, heartfelt, with attention. “Danny,” she said as she pulled away. “This evil, evil man will die inside my booty. That is a fact.” FFFFBBBBBTTTOOOORRTTTTTTT! “I want to give him a proper send off for his actions. I want YOU to be a part of it.” Danny watched the Goddess rise, a somber look on her face. She then lowered again, sighing as she spread her fattened cheeks across his coffee table. “Will you do that for me, Danny? Will you help your Goddess?”
Danny stared into her booty cheeks, watching her anus slowly push out a silent, eggy ripper. Inside the heated stink, he could hear the man screaming. A man he’d never met…a man he would help kill. Or at least, so his hand led him to believe. Slowly, he felt them tear apart her asscheeks further. BBBUUURRRRUUPPPPPPPTTTTTT! “Thank you Danny,” he heard the Goddess say, looking back to give a sly smile as she backed her rump into his cock. “To some, you are a hero for doing this. To be…well, I consider you an equal.” PPPPTTTTTOOORRTTTTTT! FFFFFSSSTTTTTAATTTTTTTTTT! Danny could hardly contain himself as her toots tickled the tip of his cock. “I…thank you, Goddess.” And so his search began.

On the outside, the Goddess kept her gentle, encouraging look. On the inside, she was dying laughing. The poor boy could barely thrust past her booty cheeks, entering just a little more than his tip inside her asshole. FFFRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTT! PPPLLLLLLBBBBRRRRTTTTT! Every rotten twitch of her anus had him shrieking like a hyena-horse hybrid. It was all too enjoyable…especially as she taunted the lifeblood of the man inside her bowels.
BBBLLLLLALALARRRRBBBBTTTTT! PPRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUTTTT! She could feel Percius Daniels retch inside her anus, as the boys cocked pounded his backside and her slimy farts sent him farther out onto his cock. In her bootyspeak, the vibrations of her anus sent him a final message. PPPPPPRRRRLLLLLLTTTTT! FFRRRRRRBBOOONNNNTTT! “Ohhh…do you enjoy that stench, Daniels? The boy certainly does…you’d think he’d never tasted avocado farts before!” PPLLLLAABBRRRRUUUUUUUUTTTT! “Ohhh that was a wet one…remember when you called my methods…juvenile? Is this more pleasing to your palette?” FFFFFBBBBBRRRRRRRTTTTTT! PPPRRRUUUUOOOOOOOTTTTTSSFFLLATT! The Goddess was beside herself, hearing him choke on the dirty wet broccoli fart. Apparently, so was the boy, digging his fingernails into her booty flesh. Through her anal walls, she could feel his penal pressure build to a climax. Too soon would this all be over. “Hold on, boy, not yet.” She instructed behind her. Daniel gave confused gasps as her cheeks clenched around his cock and she rose, simple as could be. With a few shuffles, she moved over to the couch, seating Daniel onto the couch cushions and her asshole deeper along the boy.

“Huuuhhoohhhh!” Slices of pre-cum battered the tiny man as Daniel tried his hardest to do her bidding. She sighed…perhaps it was too cruel to expect a lasting engagement with him….or the tiny man inside her. She felt sobbing, a remorseful, regretful series of tears amidst her anal walls. “Ahhhhh,” the Goddess spoke from her ass, pouring a hot fart down to simmer amidst the pathetic man. “Is this a confession I hear? Speak, your Goddess demands you.” Covered in sweat, cum, and anal juices, he shouted into her bowels. The Goddess heard everything and it covered her soul in tingles, sent her mind into a joyful bliss. And again, she laughed inside. “I forgive you, Percius,” her asshole sung to him. “But my booty does not.” The Goddess reveled in his screams as her anus contracted, releasing the trap-door of sludge she’d been saving just for him.

“Goddess, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!...NNGGHH!” Daniel clamped his fingers around her breasts, twisting hard. He needed a distraction, anything to keep his mind off of the-BBLLSSSHHHAAARRPPTTUUURRRUUTTTT! As his cum shot from his penis, he felt the tears spill forth from his eyes.
He breathed in pained sobs…and pleasured sobs. The skin on her back was so soft, as were her perfect, pillowed breaths. FFFBBBBBRRRRTTTTTRSSHUBBRTT! PPLLLTTOOOAAAOAORORTTT! The smell beneath him brought tears to his eyes. Soon he’d have his mouth full of it…there’d be no pleasure after all this. Indeed, the Goddess rose, showing a hard cock spewing bits of remaining jizz. It was coated in her dark brown shit, an acidic, runny poo still dripping around her flexing anus. FFRRTTTSSSSHHTTTUUUUOOOTTTTT! Daniel shrieked as she sharted, hitting bits of his face and smacking his chest with runny poo and jizz. “Toilet…now.” She instructed. Daniel gagged, kneeling beneath her and opening his mouth in bits of pained, disgusted sobs. He heard the Goddess in an excited laughter above him. “You’re bathroom, Daniel. Which way?” Daniel closed his eyes and quickly pointed down the hall. She strode out the living room, letting him shiver in her filth.
The noise was ungodly. There were grunts…splattering, wet slaps along the toilet bowl…and other surfaces. Daniel hung outside the bathroom wall, staring down at his chin…wondering if she’d want him to clean himself. BBBBBBRRRRRRTTTTTTT! Just like that, the door opened to turn he echoed fart and smell into a cacophony of death stench. Daniel could only stand onward as she chuckled. The poo covered nearly floor to ceiling, bathtub to mirror…and a large sum leaking from the cabinets. The Goddess snapped off a large chunk of toilet paper-Daniel looked aside as she carelessly scrubbed her behind. PPPPPPRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTT! The fart discarded the toilet paper to gently frisk itself on the floor. “I’d start cleaning now,” she stated, rubbing his hair. “Once it dries, you’ll never get it off.” With a chuckle, she gave his forehead a kiss and placed the roll of toilet paper into his shivering hands. It was already half dirty, caking up the shit on his chest.
The clock struck 1 in the morning when he had finally finished. The work was debilitating, with a few breaks to gag and breathe fresh air in between. The room still smelt of her when he left it…but he was too tired to care. “Goddess?” he called out in the hallway. There was no response. So he took a quick shower and hurriedly rushed into his room.
There she was, stirring as the light from the hallway hit her face. “There’s my little hero,” she said, giving a gentle smile. The blanket was frisked to one side, allowing her naked buttocks to fart against the bed. FFFFFFFFFBBBBBBUUUUTTTTT! BBBLLLLRROOOOOAAAAAATTTT! “Come, you’ve received your rest.” Daniel trudged to the other side of the bed, where her previous farts were already imbedding themselves in his sheets. As she let the blanket flutter down, he sniffed his last breath of fresh air before burying his face in her ass.

Goddess Diane was too tired to laugh. Yet still, she wasn’t too tired to adjust the poor boy in jest. “Do you always sleep with a farting ass in your face?” BBBBBBBTTTTTOOOOOTTTTTT! She giggled, throwing her body to one side to encase him in her booty. “Perhaps Temperpedic sells a ‘farting pillow’?” FFFFFFFFTTTRRRRRTTTTTTT! PPOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTT! Oh the boy squirmed so cutely against her pressing hole. Yet he didn’t deserve this fate. She let off him, letting him scurry out of the stinking covers.
“I’m sorry, I, I just thought that…a Goddess wants-“. She turned round, encasing her lips into his. It was far too late for more playtime. So she would settle with a promise. “You presume too much about your Goddess, young man,” she whispered onto his face. “This will get you on my bad side. You do know what I do to men on my bad side, correct?” BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRTTTT! PPRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUTTT! The Goddess chuckled…the ghosts of her enemies still seemed to flutter from her glorious farts. She saw nothing of them in the boy’s shocked face. “Y-yes Goddess,” he answered. She kissed him again, turning round to plant her butt into his hips. “Good,” she gave with a tired whisper. “I shall have need of you again…Daniel. There’s always more men who deserve the worst of a Goddess.” PPPPTTTRRRROOOOUUUUURRTTTTT! She yawned, turning her mouth motions into a kiss on his hand as she wrapped his arm between each breast. “Just as there are those who deserve my best.” “Yes Goddess…I…”. The boy gave a long pause, giving decisively slow breaths along her back. “I will be…your tool.” He finished.
She muttered something incoherent, feeling sleep overtake her. PPPRRRRRRRRRUUUUUAATTTTTT! Consciously, she farted a runny toot to gauge the boy’s dedication to that promise. She felt his tiny pecker poke her massive thighs…twitching eagerly for another taste of her flesh. The Goddess sighed into sleep, glad she could count on one devoted ally in her oppressive world.