The Human Resource
by American Wonton

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

The Goddess twirled the pencil around her keyboard. This next bout would be foul…she could feel it. BBBBBRRRRRUUUUUTTTT! FFFFBBBPPPPRRRROOOAATTT! She sighed in agitated disgust, her chair swallowing the flatulence at a far less efficient quantity than desired. PPPPPRRRRTTOOOOOAAARRBBRRUUT! Her midmorning coffee churned, along with the doughnuts someone in the manufacturing department was sweet enough to bring by. BBBRRAARRRRUMMMPPBBBTTTT! She cursed whoever that was, in her head. Along with her assistant Mary, blasting through her intercom. “Ms. Hailey, we have a Nathan Terren, sent from HR this morning. Kathy says she want you to talk to him.” The Goddess ran her fingers through her long, silver hair. At the moment, she wished she could shove the whole world beneath her quivering butthole. “Give me twenty minutes,” she snapped, before rising out of the chair. FFFFFBBBBBBBRRRRMMMTTOOOOOOTTT! “Ohhhahh!” roared the Goddess, slamming the secret button underneath her desk.
There were only so many hours in the day the Goddess could wait. Eventually, she’d have to pay a visit to her favorite, former employee. Despite the agitation in her bowels, she walked with grace towards the secret tunnel now activated. The poor soul’s head snapped up, as the light shone on her voluptuous, dark skin, swaying happily down the steps. “Good morning Valarie,” the great Goddess Hailey announced. “How is my little toilet doing this morning?”

BRRAARRRRUUMMMBBPPPPPTTT! Her ass farted forcefully enough to shoot the skirt upwards; the young woman Valarie watched in desperation as the silk floated down along the Goddesses’ mighty booty. “Good, my Goddess,” answered the young woman. Her chains rattled along the wall as she sat up in position. Goddess Hailey smiled, towering above the frail, naked woman in her chamber. “Is someone hungry?” asked the Goddess, bringing the young captive’s malnourished face to her own. PPPPPTTTTTOOOOOORRRUMMMPPTT! Valarie shivered, the fart stench bringing its rotten heat to circle the two of them. There were tears in her eyes when she answered-yet her voice was firm. “Yes Goddess.” It was all Goddess Hailey needed to turn her rump towards her victim.

No amount of career ladder climbing could match the high of defeating her personal enemies. The Goddess sighed, her naked butthole pursed along the young woman’s parted lips. FFFFTTRRRRAAAMPPPBBBBTTTT! After months of training, Valarie still shook as Goddess farts poured down her throat. She still stayed steadfast, as the crackle of shit sounded along her cheeks. Then, she felt the butthole widen, to absurd lengths along her teeth…and of course, the pleasured sighs of the Goddess as her bowels slowly sent forth her “gifts”.

Hailey laughed, bent over her victim, following the first log of shit with her finger as Valarie struggled to swallow. “Ohhh…remember when Bert used to bring us chocolate doughnut holes every day, Val?” BBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRTTOOOTTT! The young woman didn’t respond, choosing to chew and swallow the first log. The Goddess pushed, announcing the second log with a greasy fart. PPPTTTTTTRRRROOOOOOOTTTTT! “Ahhh….I think I preferred those than the long johns. A little tastier, I think…ohhhh. Also easier to eat, I suppose.” BBBRRRUTTUAPPAOOTPPOTTT! The Goddess shook her rump with the flagrant fart. Her toilet was silent, save for the struggled chewing and sniffing. Another defiant act of silence. Goddess Hailey sighed. She remembered when Valarie was so talkative…so competitive as well. The false rumors Valarie spread about her…well, they almost seemed like small potatoes, now. Or rather, large chunks of feces, fed deliberately slow to torture her, day through day.

The Goddess gave a grunt, halting her progress. Her victim gagged, thrown off by the turd slowly pulled out her throat. PPRRRTTTOOOTTMMPBBTTTT! With a harsh toot, the Goddess sent it rocketing past her teeth. She laughed, patiently waiting for Valarie to keep up. Goddess Hailey savored all their little tricks she’d taught her…some of which Valarie still fell for, it seemed. PPPAAATTTOOOOOOOOOOTTT! BBBRRRRRRUUUUOOPPPAOOTTT! Oh, she wished the entirety of her day could revolve around this, torturing her former coworker rival till no end. But like her bowels, eventually the tide would turn to another problem of emptiness. FFFRRRUUUAABBTTUUUUAATTTTTTT! Her fart blasted into Valarie’s mouth, with no pressure of poo in sight. The young woman panted ferociously; The Goddess had beaten any other protest from her servitude. “Hold on Valarie,” said Goddess Hailey. “You can’t leave the job unfinished.” Valerie whimpered as the Goddess pushed her deeper into her asscrack. “Or leave me to do it. Now lick, toilet.” There were small cries and the feeling of freshly spouted tears along her asscrack. “Yes Goddess Hailey,” her toilet answered.

The Goddess sighed, feeling the pathetic tongue lap against her butthole. Then, poke inside, as she’d been taught countless times. She still cherished ever second of the dump, feeling Valerie recoil as her turds churned within her stomach. FFRRRSSSSSOOOOOSSSRRSSSSS! Her victim whimpered, as the eggy fart poured into her mouth. The Goddess chuckled, tightening her thighs to allow Valerie’s panicked breath pour along her asscrack. When all was silent, The Goddess loosened, letting her unconscious victim writhe on the ground. “Ahhh…memories,” said Goddess Hailey, ascending the steps.

Her morning dumps always made the day better. Valerie’s tongue did an excellent job, as always. The Goddess could feel her butthole perk out with a squeaky cleanliness only a toilet slave could offer. At her desk, she pressed on the intercom. “Mary, go ahead and send…whoever in.” she instructed. “Yes ma’am,” the intercom chirped back. Goddess Hailey leaned back in her chair, disinterested with the remainder of the day’s events.

So then, in came one Nathan Terren. The Goddess stared on at the next blank face the company had to offer. “Take a seat, Nathan.” She told him. “Y-yes Mrs. Hailey,” he said. The Goddess mulled over correcting his address as he sat down. The young man was scrawny, barely filling up the seat in front of her desk. His face seemed a template of boredom; Hailey glanced up from her desktop, barely registering the red cheeks where he’d obviously wiped tears away. “Would you like to tell me why you’re here?” she asked. In truth, she didn’t know and could care less. “I’m…I’m here for sexual harassment,” said Nathan. The Goddess raised a brow, throwing him a dainty look. This small one, she thought, had the nerve to harass someone? “I’m surprised she didn’t snap your arm like a twig,” she noted. He seemed shocked-as if the Goddess herself had volunteered to do so. She liked the look on his face-very entertaining. “Walk me through it,” she commanded.

“I mean I…I didn’t mean to!” he blubbered. “I was just…I just completed today’s data query and-and I was so happy. Sometimes when I get happy, I don’t know, I jiggle, or I sway my arms, sometimes. I don’t even know I’m doing it!” Goddess Hailey smiled, leaning forward. “So I’m supposed to believe your hand accidentally smacked her bum?” The boy coughed, looking away in embarrassment. “I…yes. Please, it was!” Poor thing, of course it was, the Goddess thought. Yet this was too much fun-there was a special churning in her bowels she couldn’t ignore. She rose, beginning to walk beside his chair. “Nathan, do you like touching asses?” she said plainly. His eyes went wide…all around her pouting figure. “N-no ma’am.” He finally sputtered. She chuckled. “Are you gay, then?” “No, no ma’am.” “Well then,” she went on, leaning to one side. “Would you like to touch my ass?” All too plainly, then end of her black dress propped itself in front of the chair. Instinctively, he turned away, responding, “No ma’am, it won’t happen again.”

You poor, little idiot, you’re making this too much fun, the Goddess thought. His eyes returned while her booty gently scraped against the fabric pulled up her waist. “That’s a shame,” she told him, edging closer. “Because I’d certainly like my booty touched. If you’d like.” Now, she bent and spread her cheeks. The boy’s eyes could wander nowhere except her chocolate booty cheeks, right down to the glistening tight farthole in the center. There was no excuse for decency here. “Y-yes ma’am,” came the squeak beneath her booty. The Goddess chuckled, watching his hands fumble to undo his business casual jeans. He avoided the sounds of her bootyhole giving a deep churn. “Well then,” the Goddess stated. “Consider this an interview…for your new position.” As she lowered herself, glorious visions of Valerie’s first face sitting played in her head.

Perhaps the reaction was tamer for males-The Goddess recalled a lot more of a fight from Valerie when her booty was first introduced. The young man simply breathed hushed, quiet breaths against her butthole-savoring its erotic rankness for the first time. “Tell me boy,” said Hailey. “Have you ever serviced a Goddess before?” His lips quivered-she felt him sneak a small kiss against her butthole. “N-no ma’am,” he countered, feeling the courage to give juicier pecks against her flesh. Obviously not, the Goddess thought. She gave herself free rein to instruct him on etiquette with her booty.

BBBBBBBRRRRRTTT! It was short, but there was no ignoring the presence of her fart. The boy stopped his adoring kisses; the struggle was now to remain his composure against her rugged scent. The Goddess insisted on his input. “Did you like that, Nathan?” she put simply, directly. He was silent, contemplative on a polite answer. Hailey recalled a few frantic swears when she first asked Valarie. “How about this one?” FFFFFFFFTTTRRRROOOOOOOOTTTTT! It was arid, tasting of sour milk and stomach acid, shooting forth with her full force. His disgusted cries were inevitable-as was his response. “I….Yes Goddess-ackg!” She laughed, gyrating her rump around the encased employee’s head. “Then you won’t mind if I give you some more?” she asked. It was if she could feel his panicked look within her asscrack. Her butthole ran forth on his face, the disgusted, terrified look never changing.

PPPPPRRRRTTTOOOOOTTT! BBBRRRRUUUUUFFRRTTTT! PPLLLAASSTTPPPRROOTTTT! The Goddess sighed; these were her reserved, post-poop bouts of gas. None too powerful, (at least for a trained toilet), yet enough to still send a newbie into frantic coughing fits. Whatever test this was, the boy felt as if he’d had enough. “I’m sorry, I can-I can’t-“. The Goddess giggled, feeling his hands push along her thighs to remove himself. Her buttcheeks tightened-he would go nowhere with her say-so. BBBRRRMMMMPPBBBRRTTTT! “Ahhhh! You can’t what, dear?” she teased. “I- I can’t breathe!” he shouted in anguish. The Goddess gave a gleeful shake of her booty and rose, the boy carried with her. “Why that’s a shame, Nathan,” she told him. “Perhaps you’ve forgotten how? Here, let me see if my booty can reset your circulatory system.” He hadn’t forgotten how to writhe and shake, as she moved to her own large recliner.

The experience was glorious, watching the poor boy’s legs shake in protest. FFRRRRMMMMBBBPPRRTTTT! BBBRRRRUUTTOORRLLLLTRTT! Sour, eggy farts increased his desperation. He shook, he clawed, and he kicked to buck off her weight…all fruitless efforts, as her anus opened to caution his efforts. PPPSSSUURRMMBBPPALLTTORRTTSTT! A wet fart battered his tongue with a wretched blasting of devilled eggs mixed with roast beef. He spat and cowered, focusing on surviving rather than resisting. “Good, fartboy,” she told him. “Good.” Her finger dragged itself slowly along his chest, struggling to rise in and out. His pattern was mismatched for optimal performance-but the groundwork for fundamentals was in place. “I need to make a call,” she told him, reaching back to stroke tufts of hair poking out behind her asscrack. “I want your tongue against my asshole to quiet some of the farts. Starting now.” BBLLLAATTPPPRRROOOOTRIIITT! His senile shaking returned, along with the struggle for freedom. As the sewer taste sat in, he slowly reconciled to reason. “Otherwise,” she went on. “I’m feeling a large poo coming on. Would you rather chew on that instead?” Almost instantly, she felt his tongue plastered against her pulsing butthole.

“Hello Mary?” There was a frantic scrambling at the intercom, as if her secretary had forgotten how to do her job-again. “Yes Ms. Hailey?” came Mary. “Mary, I need the employment status changed for Mr. Terren,” Goddess Hailey instructed. “From TD to PA, please.” There was a pause; Hailey didn’t rule out her incompetent secretary forgetting the employment acronyms. “To…Personal Assistant, ma’am? Not ‘U’?” “No, not unemployed, Mary, to Personal Assistant, that’s correct.” The Goddess heard a series of whimpers beneath her; the boys panic led to frantic anger as he tried to squirm out from under her chair. PPPSSSSSOOORRSSSSSSSSSSSS! She chuckled, leaving something eggy and silent for him to squirm about. “Okay Ms. Hailey, I’ll get to it,” Mary squawked.

Goddess Hailey rose, peering at the victim beneath her. His breaths were strained, his eyes struggling to keep himself awake from the methane barrage. The Goddess smiled widely as she addressed him. “I just saved your job, fart boy. Promoted you, in fact. Now what do you say?” The boy struggled to suck in bits of air amidst her stench and his sad whimpers. Goddess Hailey hadn’t expected his spirit to break so quickly…or so satisfying. “Th-thank you, Ms. Mary.” He managed. The Goddess chuckled-immediately after, he succumbed to blackness beneath her. “It’s Goddess,” she told his sleeping face. “But we can work on that, can’t we?” BBBLLLLAARRRRRUUUMMMMPPBBTTTT!