Bbbw Goddess Ch 01

(Hey readers! Welcome back! So this one could be a one and done. That is up to you! Your comments will fuel the fire under my writing chair! This one features Interracial, Toilet slavery, yes that kind of thing, slavery, Fem Dom, Non Con, Mind control, and of course my trade mark...Just a kiss of incest towards the end. If any of that upsets you, please don't read it. Plenty of other stories here. Maybe close to a million!

If you want to me to write more about Michael and his life with...well you'll see! Comment and let me know!)

Thanks to the Lit Staff for keeping this ball rolling.

Let's meet Michael!

BBBW Goddess CH 1

As an airport shuttle driver, I only saw my boss/dispatcher at the beginning of my shift. By the time I finished my shift nightly, the day crew had come in, and day crew had a different dispatcher. Unlike my dispatcher/boss this woman was overly friendly to everyone, and sat at a desk instead of having a standing desk. She was also rather good looking white woman, (to some, not me), and VERY married. She wore her wedding ring like a badge of honor. She was around 40, and we all knew in the back of our minds she was most likely a giant "Karen" in public.

My boss and dispatcher was a large black woman that stood all night. So after about three hours into a twelve hour shift she became sore from standing, which ruined her normally chipper mood from the beginning of the night. She'd been known to rip into drivers that missed a passenger.

I finally asked her why she had a standing desk, instead of a normal one. Considering the pain she was feeling by the end of the night, it made no sense to me. She was easily 280 pounds and five foot ten inches. So we saw eye to eye. We were complete opposites otherwise. I was a slightly tanned white guy, and she was dark chocolate skinned.

"You see this big beautiful black ass? I don't want to dent mine by sitting on it, see how perfectly round it is? I know you do, because it be the first thing you look at when you clock in honey!" I raised my hands to indicate it wasn't true. It was, but I had never realized she had caught me. I thought I had been discrete.

She laughed. "I just teasin'" The 44 year old divorcee joked.

She stopped me to finish her thought. "You know how big girls, have that flat spot on their butt when they sit all the time? I don't want that ever! That's why I stand Michael. Now tonight you got your old bus 34. It's been inspected over the weekend so it should not have that squeak anymore. If it does, you radio me ASAP okay hon?"

"Will do, thanks for getting me my normal bus back. You look great by the way Lindy." I said as I grabbed the keys from the board. Her name was Yolinda, but we were informed that only her Momma calls her that.

She smiled at me, making my heart melt.

"Roll down to Eugene. That's where you start tonight. You be safe out there tonight. Fog rollin' in hard!" She waved goodbye to me with just her fingertips.

I was sorting through paperwork just outside of the dispatch area when I heard the conversation. The day dispatcher, Jenny, was questioning my boss.

"Lindy you hate everyone. Why are you so nice to Michael?" It sounded like Jenny was making a joke, at first. "Treat them all fair. No favorites, I don't want to have to make a report to HR." Jenny finished her thought. It was clearly NOT a joke.

"First off Jennifer, I don't HATE anyone. I just don't smooth over shit when our service is bad. If one of our drivers does not wait the full 20 minutes to make sure he got all the passengers, man will be reprimanded. Know this Jennifer! Night shift, people show up late, a lot. They're not there one minute after bus departure, well too bad. Flip side? My driver takes off 5 minutes early so he gets the airport 30 minutes early after his 6 stops, so he can chain smoke two butts and get a sammich? Yeah little red riding hood, boy is getting his ass handed to him! He had six stops to smoke and get a sammich!" Lindy was on fire. I stayed hidden. Her toned changed.

"By the way Jenny I like your hair this way. Makes you look more vibrant. The red shows off your blue eyes! Oh and Michael. He smokes. He does it away from the bus when he has most of the passengers loaded. He does it while he's waiting for the late comers. That 30 year old single man, packs two meals with him every damned night. He shared one with me once. Did you know he can cook like a chef? He uses the hotel's microwaves to heat them up. He gave me his Chicken Parm one night, when he said that he wouldn't get hungry. Best meal I ever had."

My paperwork had been sorted but I couldn't move. I was blushing from the compliments. I wanted to know what this woman, whom I found hot, even though she was big, was going to say next!

"Know that my ex could cook! I weighed 160 pounds when I got married. Look at me now! I like good food, and skinny white men. So yeah I like Michael. Best customer service reviews in the entire company, and he's cute. If we didn't work together I'd marry that man in a heartbeat!" Lindy cooed.

"Wow. Um, okay. You really like the highlights in my hair?" Jenny stammered.

"No bitch. Go home so I can do my job and take care of my drivers!" Lindy snapped back with her normal tone.

I bolted out the back door before I was discovered.

To say I was distracted all night would be putting it mildly. Lindy had it bad for me? Or was that all just a show to get under Jenny's skin? I found out soon enough. I had made the first collection and drop at Portland International and was about to take on people going home.

"Dispatch to 34?" Came over my earpiece.

"Got you Dispatch." I answered.

"You know that deodorant and mild cologne you wear is supposed to be subtle. I get it. I knew you were in the office the whole time I was shitting down Jenny's throat." She came back. (Shitting down her throat? What an odd phrase!)

"I had to sort the manifests" I said honestly.

"Which normally takes you a whopping 5 minutes. Your bus left 5 minutes late, and your scent is proof you hovered in the office listening to us." She didn't sound angry or displeased. In fact she was quite monotone.

"I'm sorry I lingered. I heard my name." Was all I could say.

"I'll wait for you to get back to base tonight. We need to talk. How's the fog?" She stayed monotone. I couldn't get a read on what she was feeling at all.

"Worse than projected, might get us all late to flights." I answered back truthfully. I didn't have time for lunch as I was running late.

"I'll call our standby's we'll get them all there on time. Be safe. See you in 6 hours." She clicked off.

Was I going to be reprimanded? Was I going to lose my job?

The fog was keeping us slower all night. I forgot all about talking to Lindy and was focused on trying to stay at the speed limit safely, so my bus would be somewhat close to on-time. It was stressful. Visibility only gave me about 2 seconds of reaction time at best. With a vehicle like this, that would never be enough if there was a sudden stop. I tried to keep my distance from the cars in front of me, but then I'd lose them in the heavy fog.

I was exhausted as I swept out my bus. I heard footsteps behind me, as I swept up the back.

"We need to talk. Is your camera on?" Lindy never stayed late, unless a driver got fired.. Dread was filling my soul.

"No I shut everything off when I pulled in." I said sweeping the dried mud and grass into a dustpan.

"I want to quit this job, but there's something I really need to know first." She said in a soft and sweet voice.

"What's that?"

"Can I take you to breakfast this morning?" She asked demurely. Like she was only in high school, and was so scared I'd not tell her what she needed to hear.

"I'm not being written up?" I asked dustpan in hand.

"For what?"

"Listening in?" I asked.

"Your heard us talking, big fucking deal." She sat in a seat so I could get past her to dump out the dustbin. I put the cleaning supplies away and escorted her out of my bus.

"I'd be happy to have breakfast with you, but you have to explain where the turn of phase 'shitting down her neck' comes from!" I laughed. She only smiled.

"You'll know where it comes from. But you have to pick a restaurant, you like Gracie's or John's Country Breakfast better?" She asked. I didn't need to think.

"Gracie's for the win!" I said.

"Because I'm black?" she asked.

I looked at her confused. "No, cause the food is better! What?"

"You didn't know Gracie is black did you?" She asked.

"Didn't know, didn't care. Just the best breakfast this side of the Mississippi!" I stated loudly in the parking lot.

"I'll meet you there." Lindy winked as she got in her car.

BREAKFAST AND CONFESSIONS

"The stabilizers is what was squeaking. Had you not brought it in, you'd have wrecked in about 200 miles. Those buses only hover at about 4 feet at best. You would not have climbed out of, or dove down to the old road when you lost control to not hit what was in front of you. This tech is great that we don't hydroplane or have to slip in slide on snow and ice, but everything man made has limits." She explained.

"The TE 99 normally has a good record. Mine is only three years old." I said over my Denver Omelet.

"The Trans Express 99, had two contributors to it's design. If they would have gone with the woman's plans...This stabilizer issue would have never happened." She said seriously.

I nodded with my mouth full. After I was finished I looked at her with new eyes. She was FLR. I knew it in my bones.

"So your ex-husband was submissive I'm going to guess." I took my shot.

"Full slave, actually. He cooked all day, and I fed him as I ate." She looked down at her empty plate, disappointed. She casually waved the waitress over as I tried to figure out what she meant.

I got the slave comment. Many men were slaves to women. Female Led Relationships were the way things had developed in society in the last 30 years. Women were apt to lead. We hadn't had war in years. Not even skirmishes.

She ordered another plate, same as the first. Which had been quite the meal! I didn't judge. I had barely gotten through my omelet yet.

"Michael?" Her voice shook me out of my thoughts.

"Yes sorry?" I looked into her eyes.

"Do you know what a Feeder/Feedee relationship is?" She asked.

"Yeah, it's popular in porn now. BBW's get fed by their submissive men. They clean and cook at home. She works a day job, and they cook...and cook and when his Mistress gets home he feeds her until she is finally full. That about right?" I asked.

"You know when a woman finally gets to her chosen weight she can't leave her bed or even stand. Right?" She asked.

I nodded I was finally finishing my breakfast as her second breakfast arrived.

"Most of what I have seen they stay in bed but can still get to their knees for sex." I said a bit proudly.

"You are a fan I see. Yes, you are correct. Another reason they stop while they can still get to their knees is to feed and water their loyal slave." She smiled at me.

"You...he? Toilet slave?" I stammered.

"He was a feeder/feedee when we got married. His own mother taught him to love the taste of shit and piss. It only takes a few months to train a slaves brain that shit is food, and piss is water. A few meds, some dehydration and starvation. The slaves become eager to be toilets. Problem is, she was letting him have human food for two of his meals. I only fed him from my ass. So he died." She said so non-nonchalantly. "It's raining outside". Would have more of a tone to it.

"That's...that's..." I wanted to say disgusting. But when I thought of my face between her massive black ass cheeks, I was hard in an instant. "Very unfortunate Lindy. If only they had meds that would have kept him alive so he could feed you, and you could feed him." I squirmed a bit as I drank orange juice to stop myself from speaking anymore.

"They finally do now. Plus a DNA fix. Isn't science wonderful? I've lost so much weight since Alex died. I really wish I knew a man that could love me like he did." She blinked at me.

"So you asked me to breakfast to hit on me?" I asked plainly.

"Maybe?" She tried to look innocent. I noticed that the ghetto speech was not present when she spoke to me while alone. She wasn't a 'home girl'. She was an educated woman.

"What happened to your angry black woman ghetto verbiage?" I came back with. "You wear a lot of hats, who is the real Lindy?" I asked.

"I only talk that way to scare lilly white Jenny. I just told you who I am and what I am. What do you think?" She had finished the second breakfast already. She was staring at me. I didn't have an answer.

"I'm a free male. Today is the first day you ever...I mean, I'm attracted to you. I just..." Shakespeare I will never be. Not on the fly anyway.

"Slavery seems like a lot huh? Look at the good sides. No bills, no hard decisions. Everything is paid for, you get to worship the woman you love, and you get to sleep as close as you want to what you love the most. My ass." She grinned like she had won an argument that hadn't yet started.

"Lindy? I like food. That's why I cook well. Second, I may think you are hot as hell, but after what you subject your lovers to? I prefer food and free will. You want a man to love and feed you? Someone you might have a family with, before you get too big to have kids? Then I can talk to you about that. You know that bringing up your ex-husband and how you killed him is a turn off, don't you? It's also the biggest red flag ever created." I said as I asked for the check. I needed away from her.

"Michael, your diet will be varied by what you cook for me. No meal will taste the same!" She attempted. I began to gag.

"I'm sorry. I thought you were into me." She tried to recover.

"You yes! This whole other thing? No. No way. Call me to breakfast again when you want a man to feed you, and to father children. Otherwise please back off?" I asked politely. I paid the check and left the restaurant. She was till at the booth when I left.

She didn't talk to me much for the next two weeks. I kept my head down and did my shifts.

It was a Friday night when it began to snow, which is rare in this part of Oregon, hard! I managed to get to Eugene to offload my last group of travelers. Driving back would be difficult.

"34 you got me here?" I heard over the radio.

"Yeah Dispatch. I'm about to head back to base." I said to Lindy.

"Slow and easy. I'll wait for all of you to get back safe before I leave." She said.

"Copy, slow and easy. Back as soon as can do so safely. Visibility is really bad. So it may be a bit." I kind of chuckled.

"Could be worse, you could be on the ground with tires slipping and sliding!" She tried to joke.

"I'm on my way. 34 Out!"

She had a point. One mistake with the brakes or a steering twitch could send one sliding into the ditch. I remember cars, and all their faults.

I flipped the switches and my bus came to a gentle glide over the ground. As I pulled away from the airport I got a faulty thrust indicator on the port side. So turning right would now be more difficult. Fun!

"34 to base. I have a faulty thrust module on the port side aft. It may take even longer then I thought." I said.

"Park it. Ride back with Ginny, she just arrived." Lindy ordered.

"Copy. Parking and shutting down."

Ginny was my age. Great driver, but talked way too much. It was normally a 20 minute trip back to base from Eugene Airport, but with the snow we might as well have been in cars. 45 minutes later I was very happy to get into the office.

"Ginny! Michael, glad you made it back safely. It's howling out there!" Lindy hugged Ginny. They were friends.

"Thanks for guiding us back Lindy. I'm exhausted after this I gotta bail." Ginny was tired, in every place but her mouth. We watched her clock out then leave.

"How bad?" Lindy turned to me.

"No electric to the thruster from what I could tell. I think that whole quadrant lost power." I said.

She started laughing. I looked confused.

"How bad did she talk your ears off about her kids?" She clarified.

Now I was laughing.

"Not as bad as you would think. She had to really concentrate on her instruments to get us back. Visibility was down to three feet!"

"Breakfast?" She asked.

"Only if you let me buy. Thanks for staying to make sure we all got home safe." I smiled at her.

"Not a problem, and you have a deal. I'm starving!" She lead the way to the parking lot.

We sat at the same table as last time. We ordered as soon as the wait-person brought coffee.

"So Michael. I've been thinking."

"I need a new bus?" I interrupted. She smiled then shook her head.

"No hon, about what you said about a family and you feeding me. Does being a feeder turn you on? I mean do you want to watch me get bigger?" She asked.

I thought for only a few seconds.

"Lindy, if I could have a relationship with you, I'd be really happy. We get along great, we make each other laugh, I love to cook, and you love to eat. We are 80% perfect for each other." I said, knowing she knew of the 20% of had not said out loud.

"I want this too. But, I can't date dominant men. You see when I was about 12..." She was about to tell me about some trauma. I stopped her, raising my hand.

"I get it. You like to be the boss. You only feel safe when you are in control. Am I close?" I asked.

"There's another reason why I like you so much. You GET me. You understand me by just looking at my face, I don't have to say a word!" She was beginning to get choked up.

"Yes. I need to be the dominant one. Not just in the bedroom, in everything. But what I wanted to tell you was...I considered what you said last time. I realized that I should have a couple of kids while I still can. I wanted to tell you, that if you will have me as a feedee, I'd like to begin a relationship with you." She stopped and took a sip of coffee, holding her hand up. It was clear she hadn't rehearsed, this part of what she needed to say.

"Michael, in order for me to truly trust you. I need you to commit to me completely." She looked at me with the saddest puppy eyes ever pulled of by someone that was mid 40's. There were tears forming in the corner of her eyes.

"Because of the trauma you suffered?" I added.

"Yes." She cut it short because the waiter brought our food.

I remembered how she had manipulated Jenny in the office a few weeks back. After the waiter was gone, I finally spoke up.

"Damn you are good. I almost bought all that." I said with a smile shaking my head. I dug into the most perfect Denver omelet.

My plate rattled, and my coffee spilled, as she had slammed both of her fists on the table.

"I'm not fucking lying, or misleading you...you skinny little cracker ass! I damned well meant it!" The whole of the restaurant turned to us as she heaved. I got out of the booth, went to the wait station, grabbed a towel, and the coffee pot. I cleaned up the coffee Lindy had spilled calmly, without a word. Refilled my cup, put the towel back where I found it, and sat back down.

I cut back into my omelet, and looked up at her.

"That is the real Lindy. You get mad when you can't get what you want. Stay mad. I'll never be with a woman that would embarrass herself in a crowded restaurant. I'll order you a second breakfast. But when I am finished with mine? I'm leaving." I said, and ate just a bit faster.

"Michael? Please just listen!" I heard as I left. I waited in the parking lot. Now it was my turn. I stood next to her wheeled car in the 8 inches of snow, smoking. She finally walked out the door. She was sobbing openly.

It wasn't an act.

She wasn't mind fucking me.

"Miss! Miss! You forgot your purse! Hey are you okay?" I heard barely over the howling wind.