She waddled over to their bathroom, raised thetoilet lid, and sat down. I could feel a lump in my "throat" which Isupposed was her colon. I let out a ...pungent fart as Bethany's poop slidcloser to the aperture of my "mouth". I couldn't believe this, I was goingto be used in such a humiliating way, to be shat out of! As the tip of herturd slid out of me, I realized I could taste it, and the meal it had beenbefore - a big meatball sub, now digested and turned into a solid brownlog of waste. Pushing. You have encouraged her to go for it and that is great. You’re a good mother, Summer.”“Thank you,” she said. “My mother had me young; she became pregnant in her senior year of high school. My father was a pothead who was seldom around. And then I did the same thing. I got knocked up in my senior year.”“High school sweetheart?”“Yeah, an eighteen-year-old sweetheart who turned into a twenty-year-old loser. I know the struggles my Mom went through and I know the struggles I went through. I tried. Evil henchmen), and they'd do fine getting out by themselves in one of the escape pods to my primary backup headquarters. Besides, having to perform an emergency escape gains them an immediate week of paid travel time/vacation ... it's in their contract.All my secret escape pods come standard with a Corinthian leather interior, dual climate zone comfort system, satellite TV including the Spice channel, an AM/FM/CD/DVD player, an emergency small arms cache, first aid kit, foreign language phrase. I tried to pull off the wig, but found it had been merged to my head. No, that wasn't right. It felt different in my hands, like real hair. Quickly, I reached down and checked between my legs. There was now a void."NO!" I screamed out. "No, you misunderstood what I was, you damn ghost! I don't want to be a girl for the REST OF MY LIFE! I just like to dress up as one from time to time to relief my stress, but I don't really want to BE ONE! PLEASE, come back! Oh, PLEASE COME BACK AND.