"She did as instructed, and he sat on her face with his anus directly over her mouth. He was about to give his slave her first taste of solid waste--s...it.He felt the pressure of his shit in his bowels--the need to have a bowel movement. He sucked in a breath and pushed. The feeling of his shit sliding past his sphincter always felt good. He had to press a little stronger since he was shitting into a sealed container: her mouth. His 200-plus pounds pressing down on her lips made for quite an. He rolled with the punches, ducked his head and kept on keepin’ on. He was on the way through town headed for the John Deere dealership thirty-seven miles away for a part for his old combine. Most farmers would be so angry they were shaking and shouting because of the breakdown. Don was upset, but accepted what the fates or, perhaps, Murphy threw at him. After all, he was alive, he had a wonderful wife who worked alongside him and helped him raise his two children. What more could a man ask for. The Point was in fact a place where groups who were granted special permission by the AI could meet and interface with Consensus's computer systems. That allowed them access to crucial information that was not usually conveyed to the general public. Of course everything had to be translated, but as I mentioned prior, the Char had really good programs for doing so. My research into their computer systems was what led me to believe that my father's plan would be rejected. Despite that, our. . I'm sure you were very pleased with yourself. However... this won't stand. And so I curse thee. From this day forward you will always be inferior to girls. Nothing you do will ever change this. You cannot escape." The immense goddess decreed. Her hand, casting a vast shadow over James glowed as she prepared her magical effects. Instinctually James shielded his face. The magic began to fly from her hand, a massive ball of power many times his size. Except during its arc a rather normal sized.