Her Faux Blown FuseChapter 53 The Miracle of Reorganization
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I was still working on a handle, a nickname or title for myself perhaps because I was thinking about trying to reinvent my image a little. Yet I was required to remain in uniform to represent my station in life, livestock, god of Nature, lover of goddesses, that sort of thing. But I was definitely remaining not in uniform but rather un-clad-iform. Nobody else was required to be naked all the time. In fact it was against some laws to be naked in public and I gave thought to trying to legislate for more lenient codes, allowing more lenient ordinance, allowing nudity in more situations so I would stand out less in a crowd. This would require some more work and a lot more time.
Firsts impressions people had on first encountering me were of course, “Naked Guy”, “OMG Giant Penis” (stares at crotch only), “Is He Having An Erection Right Now?”. I wasn’t assessed for brains, personality, how I looked otherwise because there was no “otherwise”, just all skin and that penis. My only excuse for being like that was my status as livestock. I needed help with that.
It was difficult to keep the “adult” side of my life and duties from my two daughters and one son. If nothing else I didn’t want them to be confronted with difficult subjects at their school, for instance. This family man life was not cross suited to being a god of Nature, livestock service ready at all times. But that is how it was and I had to deal with it with sensitivity. I just wished perhaps my penis wasn’t quite as sensitive as it was around people especially with its preference for the opposite sex.
Part of the problem was the fact farm kids learned and accepted livestock animals doing each other readily because it was the way of life on the farm. City kids knew little or nothing about so much screwing, animals fucking each other. I always liked farm kids. They were more confident in themselves and also had some of the best jokes too.
My penis always had and continued to have a mind of its own, that fact established so well and in fact affixed in society’s mindset. Some people seemed disappointed to meet and greet me if I didn’t have a hard-on. Maybe that was to be my moniker, my handle, nickname, well, it certainly did make a handle as so many wanted to lead me around by grabbing on and towing me, showing off to others. It is what was expected of livestock, especially gentle and friendly ones.
It was a favorite photo opportunity. Then they wanted a signature on the print for their wall. I was tired of explaining how it was dangerous sometimes to tow me certain ways or stroke me too much, always the chance of unwanted ejaculations. Again, farm kids were so much better informed about things like that. Farmers simply seemed to have more respect for my presence.
I decided a bit of ejaculation was a good deterrent to people taking advantage of my erection availability. It did help a lot of times but some people preferred it to make their photo-op even more memorable, frosting on the cake you might say. I had to subdue some lady’s handling of me. it was a warning given without too much demand on my part hoping not to cause general negative response among the public. I was supposed to be the jolly horny sexy fucking representative of Mother Nature and I took that duty in hand and heart.
[Historically speaking - this is me, the advanced stages at the dairy doing my daily work of milking and fucking then milking and fucking a lot more seven days a week, all hours, always available, fucking, fucking, fucking]
I’d spent enough time in training with Lilly towing me around in public apparently an attempt at getting me ready for my role later in life. She knew, she had to have known I was to become a god of Nature.
And I enjoyed being loaned out to various people on the street, to be taken home for the day to perform various duties which included pretty much nothing but sex.
I avoided school Parent Night events of any type not because I didn’t want to go but rather to avoid stirring up any kind of interest creating unwanted feedback during school. I even asked Branch and Loon about a solution. I felt bad about not getting involved, like a civic duty type of thing, but they told me about problems arising in other realms to use for an example.
Imaged Page Top: The nymph mother (yes, there were parent nymphs in other realms). She was a Grapple Fighter, groper, making a living as a naked combat star in the ring. The very popular sport pitted goddesses against other human like creatures, a big money maker for the promoters. It was VERY sexual.
These mothers participating in the league had to keep it from their kids until they were adults. But it was just a matter months’ time before they grew up completely and the parents were off the hook so to speak. Space-time in other realms didn’t travel the same trajectory as on Earth especially on planets inhabited by creatures like my sister nymphs.
So I asked Branch and Loon more about the results or problems experienced in other universes and they said, “Go find out for yourself. Use your powers like we do. You can do that if you’ll learn how. Just be wise not to get too involved, make no concrete effort to change the course of time.” Yes, I knew how much trouble they once got into for getting too involved with Earth’s humanity. I had to fuck their way out of indictment acting in some sense like their defense attorney to salve the grievances against them brought by the balance of nature for their attempt to rupture the future’s course. I had to fuck them thousands of times. I assumed nobody would ever do that for me, not that I wouldn’t like to fuck them a few thousand times more, but I digress.
On planet Earth rearing children was a much longer process, yet a little shorter for our kids because they were mastered by the sister goddesses as they made changes to suit our will and needs as my wife and I fucked, conceived on the kitchen table top that miraculous night with six sisters in control. Now the kids were learning double speed as compared to the average student and they were smart as hell.
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Carol was a bit apprehensive while descending the stairs in the nude. But turns out there was nobody there. “I wonder where Sylvia is?” I guess because I was forced to be naked maybe for good I didn’t consider the fears of others having to run around in the buff. “No worries. It’s just the two of us apparently. I love this.” I knew Sylvia was around somewhere but since the place was uninhabited, other than just us, I sat at the edge of the spa on one of those swivel seats with a backrest and...
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As craggy as David the tree was he could manage a smile and I wanted to laugh at how silly that looked but didn’t dare get that personal with him yet. He stared at me for moments and then said, “There’s something we’re going to do to you since already your cognition regarding the future, memories of the past are coming along so well. Mmmm-hmmmm.” My clothes were still lying on the ground where I’d left them when I went for my neighborhood streak. I questioned my tree friend with my concerned...
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As I reflect it appeared my chance for bolting from the scene, running away naked, evaporated with the strange familiarity developing. “uhm...” This person, a nun, was too young appearing to be from my past. That is, I assumed her to be talking about recognizing me from the years I spent in the parochial way up to grade twelve. After that I was off to graphic arts training transitioning to Hawaii and a biology major, drafted in the Army, so on, all a mix now of just plain old confusion, fear...
Mother Nature knew how to put on a great show; of course she did. She presented a cavalcade of my accomplishments as the breeder livestock skilled with satisfying supreme goddesses and their needs to be serviced with requirements unlike any other human before. I was an accomplished fucker although a rather humble one. She spoke of how I was groomed from the extreme distant past before time began, a rather difficult concept for most of the crowd attending. And it was a diverse crowd for...
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My gift for staying out of trouble having sex with customers while married was working up to this point. Suddenly things were changing far beyond my control. I felt I may have lost all my friends in an instant of tearing away from reality, or maybe to it? Was I being too creative like my childhood. Was I going to get it from clergy figure like Father MacFeely? Sister Jane came over and took my arm to lift me and she seemed inordinately strong. I was thus standing, being brought into the...
I was ready to fall in love with her, remembering or not. She was something! Stimulus: I looked at Sylvia and Maria thinking about my lovers and all the fun we’d been having. I didn’t know I was special in any sexual way, the special woman pleasuring way, the furnace man my candy lady relationship gave rise to. I was just a shy person doing the dirty job no different from what I’d grown up as. But memories surged, and they were compelling yet kind of creepy. /s/21507/1964-the-dairy-of I...
I was trying to do inventory of recent life realizing I was living among time bound creatures, lovers, really good friends and I had my same mind, the one distracted so easily. This task seemed insurmountable, really! I wondered what gods before me had done to bring thinking, awareness to the highest level of consciousness. And yet Siza told me I was unique, a human cast in a new role not played by any human before. Again, just as I was earthly unique at the dairy as livestock fucking...
We got a ride back to the bunk house with the owner. The two guys rode in the back and Rose sat in my lap in the cab so I could feel her up. We felt really comfortable being with the owner now because he really accepted me as livestock he really looked up to. Of course he would understand me. He was a successful rancher and breeder. Livestock like me were worth a hell of lot. When we arrived at the bunk house everybody got out and went inside. The overall mood had changed and owner made it...
This was all nuts. My ego let me get caught up this weird religious stuff only because I thought I was going to get laid - and I was. I did. I was also being laden with some kind of strange worship thing but the cost was too high. I had some principles. I pulled out of my goddess friend’s vagina and stood up to look at the crazy congregation as I fired off one last ejaculation adding some English to it and the front row ducked. I didn’t want to be something of worship, like an icon, a god or...
Now with two big bins on wheels trying to negotiate them rolling down the rocky driveway I arrived at the road to arrange them correctly so the garbage truck driver, I mean Sanitation Worker, could drive up and load them with the mechanical arm. Meanwhile I was feeling sorry for myself. First, for starters, I was just a furnace man getting seduced by a furnace customer while cheating on my wife (super risky fun) and the customer making love to me was cheating on her well known attorney...
Please, let’s have a little more wine,” said Mrs. Jordan. After all that, amazing, there was perhaps an air of resolve about what just happened, maybe as if finally the truth was known and welcomed. I didn’t get that really at all. But my two companions seemed quite happy and relaxed with it, especially Sister Jane. I thought about how post orgasm release of tension was a welcome thing but I didn’t get that sense either, really. I was expected to remember something about what she’d just...
As we laid around on Sylvia’s bed, she, Maria and I, I told them more stories about the dairy. “It’s quite a long story yet only lasted about three months before the sisters transitioned. But what a time that was.” I told them about arriving and being left all alone to hike up the highway to a bunk house full of mentally challenged men. “I was scared so bad. I left my clothes on including my shoes all night long. And then they got up at 3:00 in the morning to go out and ‘call in the cows’....
Strange realm? Oh yes. It, gathering et al, was almost like going home to the dairy and my sister nymphs had gathered close around completely blocking any party goers from view as things were discussed in private. Their goal was to bring a mindset to life by causing the party goers hallucination, for lack of a better way to define it, but it was more like a bunch of stoners having found and passed around some wild strong pot. They partied but one by one stopped in a stupor, a big smile on...
It was time for some major recollecting. Here I was standing around all naked and part of an assemblage of characters quite unique. We were partying with the S.acred H.eart I.nterpretive T.ask force attached to the nunnery, the Swill Sisters, Sylvia and Maria, six of the goddess nymphs from my dairy days who were spirits of other realms and Father McGillicuty. Soon Sylvia’s husband would be arriving home from work and who knows who, what else, probably a couple of his girl friends from work....
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“Oh, not long,” said the girl who gave me a hard-on at the coffee shop. Something in recognition hit me like a bolt of lightning. “Excuse me?” I queried her. “Who are you?” “I am the daughter of Ben the son of the dairy owner. He’s one of the big brothers who came to the dairy weekends after my grandfather had his heart attack. You and my mother ran into each other one morning and seeing your penis pointing straight at her, well, she just freaked out. She’s been telling the story ever since...
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Now boosted, ego established, I was salved to recover from shy by not being the only one naked in the crowd. The amazing sisters were moving through among party goers simply glowing their way around. Many a horny male, now reduced to drooling foolishness, cast wary glances at them, goddesses to be worshipped rather than fucked. I thought worshipping them was quite appropriate at the moment. And then six sisters descended on me as I hoped for the best yet knowing of their gremlin...
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