Flying Home for the Holidays
by American Wonton

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

I suppose I hated flying as much as anyone else. I hate especially any flights that connect. Well here I was, New York, New York to Atlanta, Georgia. A short three hour nap and I’m finally home. There were enough delays with the snow to last a lifetime. “Final passenger boarding call!” a flight attendant called overhead. “All passengers please take your seats!” Being the holidays, the plane was already packed with passengers. I could only hope whoever would fill my adjacent seat would be as quietly complacent as I planned to be.
She approached and in an instant, my heart raced. I kept my eyes upon the seat ahead, avoiding any contact she might bring. “Hello there,” I heard her warmly greet me. “Happy Holidays!” The yoga pants I caught a glance at could be heard shuffling in the seat. The rump contained inside spilled from her seat into mine. We were locked in eternal attention. “I…hello.” I managed to sputter out. Her elbows captured the arm rests as she turned to address me. “What’s your name?” I knew it was better to face her. “My name is Anthony.” I peered into her dark green eyes, flush around her dark skin and short brown hair. Her bright red lips had perfect teeth behind them when she smiled. “Well Anthony, have you ever met a Goddess before?” The woman set her purse down, searching for something inside. I caught her large tits fold in her t-shirt and her massive Goddess rump press out in my direction. BBBBRRRRRTTT! A small fart escaped, with harmless odor…at least, none that she was capable of producing. “Yes,” I said simply. “Ah,” she went on, still bent over. “And have you ever serviced one on a plane?” “No…but Goddess, please I-“ “You may call me Marissa, here. Or just maam.” She fell back into her seat, carrying a series of tubes and a face mask. “But I should warn you,” she went on with a deep smile. “You won’t be doing much talking.”
My heart sank as she leaned forward again, revealing a hole cutout near where her perfect anus would be. The tube connected to that and of course, the mask connected to the tube. Then the mask, was put onto my quivering face. “Ohhh hush dear, I won’t leave you packed to the brim with shit,” she whispered with a giggle. “Just give me a tap when you need a break”. She threw a blanket over my head, masking my suffering from the world. “Passengers please buckle your seatbelts,” I heard above us. And from her booty, I heard this. FFFFFRRRBBBTTTUUUURLLLLOOOTTT! BBBBBRRRLLLLLAAARRRTTTTTTT! She gave a gentle sigh, leaning back and patting my hand. “Why is airport food so disgusting?” she asked simply.

Marcy Headtottle was my first Goddess. I bullied her in middle school. She made that damn obvious in college, pulling me aside to fill my face with her ass at every opportunity. She liked pasta recipes…she liked sharing them with me. I almost died once, choking on her pasta frigoli with this new cream sauce she liked…I didn’t get the taste from her shit logs down my throat. This Goddess Marissa…I knew she was not one to be messed with…even with what I went through now.
BBBBRRRLLLLRRMMMRPPAARUUTTT! PPPRRRRROOOAABBBRRTTTT! I gagged, seeing she had clear use for me. These farts were toxic; certainly attention drawing, given the right crowd and booty. PPPLLLTTTTTOOOOOTTTTT! FFRRBBBTTTUUUAAOOTOTTATT! She had fast food, tasting her gaseous upheaval into my lungs. Every minute brought another rancid ripper, sometimes two or three her gut was dying to release into me. PPSSSBBBTTTRRROOOAOAATTTT! FFBBAATTTTOOOOTOTTTT! PPPRRLLAAUURBRBTBTTTT! I was doing some dying myself. I was dying within her fumes, choking on my own sweat in the hot blanket. I’d never worn a fart mask before….it was like being cooked inside her own stomach. PPPPPTTTTOOOOOOOTTTTTTTT! My brain could take no more of this. I flung off the blanket, the mask still swirling her musky beef toot around my head. The Goddess took off her headphones, patting my hand with a smile. “I know dear, I know. The stewardess told us to remain seated however. We’re facing a little holiday turbulence.” BBBBRRRLLLRRBBBBTTBBRRBBTTTTTT! She smiled, knowing her own current “turbulence” brought the disgruntled look I had on my face. “Hang tight, my little fart boy. We’ll break soon.” She threw the blanket back over my head. I was ready to chuck it right off, to scream down the aisles for mercy…until she played her trump card. PPPHHSSSOOORRRRSSSSSSSSSS! I was never good with those long, silent farts…especially the breakfast egg ones, with a hint of blue cheese burger.
My head hurt when I awoke. Clean air seemed tainted, at least compared to the lengthy torture I endured. The Goddess had her happy face beside me, stroking my chest with a finger. “Come dear, let’s stretch our legs a little.” She said, lifting me up. I needed constant help down the aisle. It felt like an avalanche had gone off in my brain. I must have looked disabled of some sort, stumbling down the aisle out of breath, whilst this gorgeous woman led me by the hand. “Come my dear, head in,” said Goddess Marissa. I climbed inside the bathroom, heaving a sigh of relief and sitting on the toilet. My jaw dropped as the Goddess decided to squeeze inside. She giggled, sticking her ass in my direction. BBBBBRRTTTTOOORTT! FFBBBRTTTOOOTT! “Ahhh,” she cooed, wriggling and stretching her ass around my tired skull. “In truth, I hate flying, Anthony. I don’t see a reason for humans to be so cooped up. It upsets my stomach as well, as you’ve noted.” FFFFFFLLSLSSSTTOOORRTTOOOTTT! Thankfully, she turned to the side, lifting a leg completely vertical. A few joints popped as she did so, along with her shoulders as she rubbed them. As she stretched her neck in circles, I saw her smirk down at me. “You look like you need something else stretched.” I followed her eyes down to my sweatpants, where my erection hid itself very poorly. “I…I’m sorry ma’am.” I told her. She chuckled, bringing her leg down. “I take it as a compliment dear,” she told me. “But I’m afraid you won’t have much time to do admiring in here.”
She turned her ass again, this time pulling down her yoga pants. I was graced face to face with her soft, black booty, slowly separating before me. My cock felt the vibes of her beauty…until I caught a whiff of rankness. As I looked to the center of her mass, I found myself at odds between arousal and horror.

I’d never seen such a mass of shit come out so quickly. In an instant, her bright pink butthole spanned form a quarter, to the size of a large drinking mug. “Ohhhhahh!” she crowed, hurriedly shitting a log the size of my head into my lap. “One down,” she muttered, as I gagged in disgust and surprise. Her booty lifted and I shivered beneath her. “Goddess, please no-!”
Her ass became a turbine of shit logs, slowly pressing around my body. They dropped on my shoulders, steaming and heavy, sliding in and around my personage. “I’m…ohhh…sorry dear,” she countered to my gags of disgust. “You may know this…but a Goddess usually requires an…ohhhh!...attentive audience for the more…heavier dumps.” PPPPRRRLLLAAOOOOSSOOTTT! A wet fart sent a slimy log atop my head, slithering onto the floor. I did know this…and so I froze, holding my breath around her furious shitting. At least it wasn’t targeted at my mouth…yet. I shivered and breathed only when I needed to. The Goddess had her booty shift to and fro around our tight little space. Logs filled the sink and the floor and a few on the toilet I sat on. PPPPPRPRRRRLLALATTTTTTT! “Ohhhhh!” she groaned, flexing her gaped anus in front of me. I held my nose, waiting patiently and staring into her fist sized abyss. A Goddess decided when she was done shitting…not a toilet. So I watched and waited. PPPRRUUTTTTOORRUUTTUUPRRPAOBBTT! And sniffed, unfortunately, as her motorboat-gaped toot sounded the end to her onslaught. The Goddess laughed, traversing the floor space to grab large wads of toilet paper to clean her asshole. “Be a good toilet and clean this up,” Goddess Marissa instructed. I was glad to see her signal around the room…instead of her asshole she currently was wiping. “And try to freshen up before you return to your seat.” “Yes ma’am.” I told her. She bent down to pull up her pants-sending me one last challenge to “freshening up”. FFBBBSSSPPRRRRUUUUUTTTTTT! I gagged as she sauntered out.

The work was dirty and long…but I felt blessed to do it. She hadn’t lied…my mouth was filled to the brim with her shit. I scrubbed and swept and broke each log into pieces, (airplane toilets are a laughable tool for a Goddess booty). I barely had time to scrub myself when the flight attendant instructed us to return to our seats.
The Goddess rose into the aisle when I returned…, motioning for me to kneel on the floor. I knew causing a scene would be disastrous…so I did so. I could only draw a few more clean breaths on my seat before her yoga pants slowly spread across my face. I smelt her hovering anal devastation, along with the full weight of the Goddess. The blanket covered us both…and I missed the mask, somehow. BBBBBRRRRMMMPPBBBBBTTTTTT! I flinched and whined as the runny bacon fart vibrations tore into my nose. She shushed me, patting my head between the folds of her massive asscheeks. “Only a 30 minute delay,” she whispered. “There’s some snow on the ground. It will get a bit bumpy.” And so it did. Her ass jiggled with the plane and her furious farts. PPPRRRTTOOORRIIITTTTTT! BBBRRRUUMMMPPPTTTTT! FFFFFBBTTOORROOATTTTT! Somehow, I felt at peace, knowing it was only 30 more minutes of…this.

The young woman must have thought a homeless man had gotten on the plane. “Sir, we need to start boarding this plane with other passengers,” she told me, no hint of dejection in her voice. I stirred awake, hair disheveled from the Goddess and her asscheeks. The familiar hurt of her methane had me stumbling stupidly as I rose from my fetal position. “Sorry, sorry,” I muttered, grabbing my hand luggage and stumbling off the plane.
Something was wrong…something even the methane couldn’t fuck up as severely. “This…this isn’t Atlanta!” I muttered to myself. I had to navigate through this strange airport, hurriedly scarping my luggage off the wheel, then practically throwing myself at the help desk nearby. “Excuse me, where…where am I?” I told the disinterested old man behind the counter. “I-I was supposed to be in Atlanta, I flew in from-“ “New York,” the man finished for me. “Yes, all flights to the Atlanta area have been delayed due to snow. I’m sorry, sir. Let me look up your next available flight.” He tapped away on his computer and I silently cursed everyone in my state for scaring themselves over a little snow. “Yes, it looks like your next flight has been rescheduled for…tomorrow at 1.” “But…but I don’t have anywhere to stay,” I muttered to him. And that’s when she arrived.
“Nonsense, dear,” came the familiar voice of the Goddess. “Come with me, I have a taxi leaving for my hotel now. I won’t take no for an answer.” She was right behind, properly placed to block all movement. I turned to the old man behind the helpdesk. “No I, I couldn’t…sir, can you look up some hotel-“ “Everything’s booked,” he rudely interrupted again. “Son, if I were you, I wouldn’t turn down any help this holiday season. Especially from such a nice young woman.” The Goddess smiled at the man and took me by the shoulder. “Why thank you.” She told him with a wink. “And happy holidays!”

There wasn’t much to say in the taxi ride. She had successfully cornered me again. It was all I could do to tag along, an associate to the wills of the Goddess. She held me close during the ride, running a hand along my shoulder. I shivered, hearing her whisper into my ear. “Well?” I stayed still, waiting for more. “Yes, ma’am?” I asked her. She kissed my cheek with a giggle. It felt ice cold as she explained. “What do you say?” “I…thank you, Goddess.” Now she turned my head softly with her ice cold fingers. I met her giddy eyes and smile. “Thank you for what?” The thoughts weren’t connected…and she kissed my quivering lips. “How about,” she went on, pulling away. “‘Thank you, Goddess Marissa, for the free place to stay?’ Or, ‘Thank you, Goddess Marissa, for letting me touch you?’” She giggled with her next kiss into my mouth. I felt her hand pull mine into her pants crotch. “Here’s my favorite,” she told me. “Thank you, Goddess Marissa, for not pumping your delicious poo directly into my stomach?” I pulled back…she pulled closer, with a giggle. “You don’t remember me, Anthony?” she asked. “Marissa Yelfner? From high school?” I shivered, my head nearly bursting through the glass behind me. She leaned in closer, biting my ear gently. “I was friends with Marcy Heatottle.” Oh yes…how could I forget?

She kept the conversation flowing while we checked in. I wasn’t sure there was too much to catch up on. “You used to…hold my head in Marcy’s ass when she gassed me.” Marissa laughed into my shoulder. Her spirits seemed to go up with the hotel elevator. “Yup! Guilty as charged!” BBBRRRMMTTTOOORRPPPAATTTTOOTT! She leaned in a little too close and I fell to the ground, watching her laugh above me. “To be fair, I wasn’t the biggest fan of it…back then.” She turned, lifting a leg to cover me with a few runny toots. PPPPTTTOORRLLLROOORRRATTT! PPRRRIIIPPPPPBBBTTTTTTTT! “Ahhh…she told me the breakup WAS pretty intense, though.” I reluctantly took her hand when she offered it. The bell rung and we exited, leaving only a shit-stinking elevator to her debauchery.
“I didn’t think you’d grow up to be so…cute.” Her statement caught me off-guard. I was upset…I was disgusted…and I was a little embarrassed. “You look good too, ma’am.” I told her. She laughed, fiddling with the key card. “No shit, Sherlock. I’m a Goddess. I’m supposed to look good.” PPPPPTTTTTTUURRRLLLAATTTTTT! “Ahhh!” She didn’t even try to hide that fart down the hallway. I was led inside. She rolled her bag in one corner. I did the same, in another corner. By the time I turned to face her, she’d already had her pants down. BBBBBBBBLLLLTTTUUURROOORTTTTT! I stared at her torso, rumbling with the recent toot. She giggled, seeing me watch. “Despite what you just heard, I’m actually hungry.” PPPTTTOORIITTTT! “So what time does your flight go out?” She threw off her shirt and turned to bend over into her suitcase. It took a lot of effort to draw attention from her poorly wiped asshole to my phone. “It’s ummm…noon, tomorrow.” BBBBTTWWLLWWAARRRRBBBPPTTT! Her asshole sounded like two drums breaking, drawing me back…and good god, she still reeked like no tomorrow.
The Goddess turned to face me with a giggle. “Good. We have plenty of time to catch up before you leave. So here’s the deal.” She sashayed her nakedness towards me; I noticed a large, bright pink dildo already humming in her hand. “I’m going to order room service for us. You’re going to start licking my asshole. By the 20 minute mark, I expect you to have learned the technique I like.” PPPPTTTOOORROIAAMMPRRBBTTT! She had grabbed my hands, placing them around her vibrating asscheeks. “I like to be licked while I eat, so before I finish my bacon cheeseburger, I expect to have came…twice.” BBBRRRTTTTTRRRBBBBBRRTTT! FFRRUUUTTOOOAAMMMPTPTTT! Her fart mist covered my hands and the air around us. She giggled, pressing me into her soft brown breasts. I kept silent, still wondering if she was joking about all this. “After that, we’ll take a bath. I need to catch up on a book after that. You will be under my ass during both sessions. I might order room service for a midnight snack.” PPPTTTUURROOOAOAOAUURURURATTTTTTTTTATT! She smiled, loosening a finger to beckon my gaze into her eyes. “After that, we’ll go to bed. If you do a good job, I’ll let you sleep ABOVE the covers. Got it Anthony?”
I don’t know why…but I smiled. “Yes ma’am.” In an instant, she had my pants off, wrapping her hand around my hardened cock. I saw an eyebrow raise. “I fucking knew it.” Marissa said, kneading her fingers around the head of my penis. “What?” I asked. She smiled, flipping the tip of my dick around her thighs. “It’s tiny…but not as tiny as Marcy told me.” BBBBBBBBBBBRRRLLLAAAOOOTTTTPPPTTT! She laughed as I blushed beneath her.