Chapter 54

With buses only scheduled once every half an hour, I decided to just make my way into town on foot. The walk only took me about ten minutes, which actually ended up saving me time compared to waiting for a bus. As I strolled into town, I let my mind wander. I had been contemplating doing something like this for a while, and I finally had the time and resources to actually give it a try.

Over the past few weeks I had built up a fair bit of energy from all of the sex I engaged in, and I was itching to put it to use. Not that I hadn’t been using it at all, it’s just that most times I used my powers, they ended up generating more energy than I spent. At home for example, it only took an incredibly small amount of power to make a quickie with Emily and Lauren turn into a three hour long BDSM marathon that would leave my big sister and her rainbow-haired girlfriend as s sweaty, sticky, drooling messes, and me brimming with fresh energy.

It was the same story at school. Any energy I would use to do something like fuck the teacher in front of the class without any consequences, was easily offset by the energy our tryst would generate. Then there was the fact that I was basically spending all day surrounded by horny teenagers, most of whom needed only a small nudge to let loose. All that is to say that I had a significant supply of energy at hand, and with some time to spare, it felt like the time was ripe to put my powers to use doing more than getting me laid. Which is why after a brisk walk, I found myself in front of the Minor Injuries department of the local hospital.

It wasn’t a major hospital like you might find in a huge city, with multiple specialised wards, helipads, and hundreds of Junior Doctors and Medical Students undergoing training. It did have a small A&E department though, and I had plans to visit before hopefully moving on to larger hospitals, like the John Radcliffe in Oxford, assuming things went the way I hoped they would.

It was a moderately quiet afternoon for a small town hospital, with only a little over half of the sixteen waiting room chairs occupied by patients and their family or friends. I could sense a few nurses in the adjoining room, treating their other patients. I kept myself hidden from everyone as I checked them all over.

It was pretty much what you would expect from a small hospital. A few parents who were overly worried about their kid’s cold, the odd sprained ankle or wrist, and a teenager with what looked like a broken arm. Upon closer inspection, it was just a simple hairline fracture that didn’t even cross the whole bone, but he was being a real wimp about it, complaining both loudly and constantly to his mother, much to the annoyance of everyone else in the room.

“I’m in paaaaaaiiiiiin!”, “Why is this taking so long?”, and “We should have called an ambulance...” were some of the highlights of his unceasing rants. To be fair, his arm was technically broken, and it did hurt, but he was being a lot more vocal than the seven-year-old with the badly sprained ankle. His mother was red-faced in embarrassment, avoiding the eyes of everyone else in the room while trying to calm her son down.

“I’m sure it won’t be long. It might not even be broken, I’m sure it will be fine,” she said quietly.

“Oh come off it! It’s broken, I know it is! I’ll have to wear a cast for weeks now...”

With how obnoxious he was being, I was tempted to just leave him to fend for himself, but I was here to see if I could help. I quickly ran through the other people in the waiting room first, lowering fevers, relieving pain, and speeding along recovery before I got to him.

I fixed the small fracture, using barely a whisper of power to knit the bone back together. He would have been fine with a few ibuprofen, an ice pack, and a week or two of rest. As much as I hated his attitude, I took some solace in the fact that he would be proven wrong and receive no sympathy from his mother who was already reaching the end of her tether.

It may have been a bit petty of me not to do anything for the pain or the bruising, but the guy was an ass. That and he did still need to be injured, or people would start asking questions. I was hiding my presence from everyone here, but discretion was still a good idea.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how you looked at it, that was the greatest help I could give society for today. I waited around for another hour or so, staying hidden in my chair, but there wasn’t really much more for me to do. Disappointed but not overly surprised, I tabled my Good Samaritan act for now, promising myself I’d find a better way to try this in the future.

I still had a bit of time to spare after my less than interesting attempt at altruism, so I decided I would visit Esme. It had been a while since I’d last seen her and she was probably in need of an infusion of energy. It would also be the perfect opportunity to let her know that she could move in with me and my harem whenever she was ready.

Another short walk and a quick stop for some food later, and I was standing in front of the same shopfront where all of this had started. So much had changed since my first visit. The bell over the door chimed as I entered, and the first thing I noticed was how much busier the store was than I’d ever seen before.

A young couple were looking through the bookshelves to the right, an elderly lady was perusing the selection of carved figures of animals and deities, a woman in her thirties was looking over a display of tarot cards, and a guy in his late teens was standing at the counter with a handful of incense sticks. Harriet was behind the counter and saw me approaching.

“Thanks for coming, have a nice day” she smiled at the other guy as he left.

The curly haired blonde was wearing a sexy looking black corset over a white blouse that was laced up the front. The tight fitting garment pushed her moderately-sized C-cups together and presented them for viewing quite nicely.

“Looks busy today,” I noted.

“Yeah, it’s been busy all week. Not sure why...”

“Maybe you started here when it was quiet, and this is actually normal?” I suggested.

“Maybe. You here to see Esme?”

“Yeah. Is she in?

“She’s upstairs sorting out some online stuff.”

“Thanks, I’ll head on up. How are you two doing by the way? You both seemed pretty into each other last time I saw you,” I asked, keeping our conversation hidden from the other customers.

“It’s been great!” she gushed. “Like, at first, I was just kind of overwhelmed that magic was real and that she was an honest-to-goodness Succubus, and a futa to boot. But, now that we’ve actually had some time to get to know each other on a more personal level, I’m just really happy you got us together.”

“That’s great to hear. The whole succubus who drains souls thing doesn’t bother you?”

“It was a little unnerving at first, but then I realised that none of that was really her choice. Plus, she told me she never harmed the innocent, only hunted the bad ones, and starved herself as long as possible in between.” she said. “That and she really knows how to show a girl a good time...”

“Excuse me, do you have any more of these black cat figurines?” The elderly lady said, approaching the counter.

“The obsidian Bast carvings? I think so, let me just have a look.” Harriet replied, before leading the lady off, calling a goodbye over her shoulder as she went.

I made my way upstairs and found Esme in her lounge, surrounded by a small mountain of boxes and foam packing peanuts.

“Knock-knock, sexual delivery service,” I said as I entered.

Esme emerged from behind a stack of boxes with a happy smile on her face.

It was instantly obvious from her appearance that she was hungry. Her alabaster skin was practically glowing, her jet black hair floated on a windless breeze, and her normal DD assets had swollen to a gravity-defying, mouth-watering F-cup. She was dressed in a pair of normal looking jeans and a plain tee, but the material was strained to its limits containing her abnormally sinful curves.

“Thor! I was hoping I’d see you soon. I was actually planning on calling you later this evening.”

“Wow, it looks like you could really use a feeding. Why didn’t you call me sooner?”

“Sorry. It’s just been so busy recently, and I’m not used to having as much energy as I could ever need on demand like this, and ... Yeah, I guess I should have...”

“Don’t worry about it. Let’s get you fed so we can talk,” I responded with a smile, extending a hand.

She took my hand without hesitation, and I pulled her close and pressed my lips to hers, opening myself up and allowing her to draw from my vast supply of sexual energy. I could feel her breasts returning to their normal size and shape against my chest as she fed, our kiss deepening as she drew more and more energy from me. The kiss and close contact weren’t really needed, but why pass up the chance to make out with a beautiful woman?

After a while we pulled apart, and when I opened my eyes I saw that Esme had shifted into her lilac-coloured demonic form, complete with curled horns, a pair of large wings, spade-tipped tail, and fangs. The only thing missing from a full transformation was her dick, which I wasn’t particularly bothered by the absence of.

“Oh damn! I forgot how good you taste,” she said slightly breathless.

She took a few deep breaths to calm herself, and grew still after the third breath, shifting back to her human form as a shudder ran through her body. Her bust was noticeably smaller than it had been only a few minutes ago, but definitely still what I would classify as ‘big’. Her pale skin had lost the ethereal quality it had had, and her midnight hair remained still like you would expect normal hair to, instead of drifting and floating on light currents of magic.

“Better?” I asked.

“Much, thank you. After that, I feel like the least I can do now is offer a cup of tea,” she said, while adjusting her slightly looser fitting top.

So, Esme filled me in on what she had been doing since we last saw each other at the pool party. She told me about her relationship with Harriet, how her business was doing, how she was adjusting to the changes I had brought about in her life, and how much she was looking forward to moving in with me and starting this new chapter of her life.

I responded in kind, letting her know everything of note that had occurred recently, which actually wasn’t all that much. The only real development was the impending move tomorrow.

“So soon?” she asked, surprised. “I thought for sure it would be weeks, if not months before you closed on a house that could fit your harem.”

“I got really lucky in meeting Maya, and not just because she’s an amazing girl.”

“She’s the slightly darker skinned girl right? With the American accent?”

“That’s her. Her dad’s Cherokee and her mother was part Italian. She didn’t have a great relationship with her father and stepmother, but after a little intervention from me, she found herself with an empty mansion just outside of town all to herself.”

“Luck seems to follow you around.” Esme said dryly.

“Luck, or maybe just magic powers from a sex genie.”

“That would help,” she laughed. “I’m just so ready to get out of here and start actually enjoying life rather than just surviving.”

“It looks like the business is doing more than just surviving.”

“Things have picked up recently, but it’s always like this once we get past the post-Christmas lull. Things will quiet back down again soon, and then it’s back to a boring monotony.”

“You looked pretty swamped when I got here. I quit my old job when all of this started, so I have some free time if you want a hand. How about it?”

“I couldn’t accept that after everything you’ve already given me,” she protested.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m happy to help, and you know I’d never charge you for the energy you need. Besides, I’m not taking ‘no’ for an answer.”

And so, for the next forty minutes I helped Esme package up orders while telling her all about the new house, plans we had, and answering any of her questions. She agreed to meet us there tomorrow afternoon to get the grand tour and arrange things with Harriet, Mom, and Sofia. When we were done I gave her another kiss goodbye, stole one from Harriet on my way out the door, and I headed back to school. I arrived about ten minutes before the end of the day, But Mom was already there waiting.

“Skipping classes now are we?” she asked.

“Just a half day. I needed to clear my head after this morning.” I replied, before explaining what had happened between Ruby and social services, my adventure at the hospital, and the visit with Esme.

“I did warn you about Ruby, and while I’m not opposed to you using your gifts to help others, you need to be very careful with how you go about trying to help it,” she said after I finished.

“I know. Honestly I’m surprised it took this long for social services to get involved. Hopefully I took care of it well enough that any further reports or complaints about her ‘pregnancy’ will show up as investigated and resolved.”

“I still think there will be even more problems the more she starts to show.”

“Maybe, but not from social services at least. While they might be fairly uncommon around here, teenage pregnancies aren’t exactly unheard of. Remember Lauren’s friend Stacy Henshaw? She got knocked up when she was still in school here.” I reasoned. “And besides, weren’t you my age when you got pregnant with La-oof!”

I was abruptly cut off when the back of my mother’s hand impacted my chest with a solid ‘thwump’.

As I was standing there, acting suitably chastised, Amara, Maya, Elsa, Elsie, and Ruby walked up and greeted us. Lacey and Ellie arrived just a few minutes later and we all piled into the van and headed out. Instead of heading straight back to the hotel Mom treated us to milkshakes and ice cream sundaes.

“So Mom, are we all set for tomorrow?” I asked in-between mouthfuls of my malty milkshake.

“There’s still lots of work to do, but it’s liveable. We have enough furniture and appliances to meet our needs, but the walls are pretty bare and some rooms are still empty, but we can work on those after moving in.”

Maya’s father had some interesting ideas about interior design. His style was centred mostly on displaying his wealth rather than any sort of cohesive design philosophy. It was gaudy and distasteful to say the least, and unmaking the shrine to showing off that was Maya’s father’s house was a chore and a half.

After loading up on sugar and calories, we all got back into the car and headed home. Amara sat in my lap the entire drive, but we kept our hands to ourselves, focusing instead on the conversation that was dominated by the upcoming move.

I had barely stepped through the door of our hotel suite when Lauren leapt at me, arms and legs wrapping around me, her magnificent chest squashing pleasingly against mine. I staggered back a few steps, only just managing to keep my feet under me and avoid ending up flat on my back. Lauren’s weight wasn’t an issue, it was more a matter of physics. Strength didn’t count for much when your sister threw herself at you with everything she had. The momentum had to go somewhere, and luckily for my sister and I, it wasn’t to the floor.

“Hey Thor!” she exclaimed, before plastering her lips against mine.

Recovering from the surprise slightly, I filled my hands with her perfect rear and kissed her back with equal ferocity.

“Gee Lauren, keep it in your pants,” Elsa teased.

“Yeah, get a room,” Elsie added.

“Pot, meet kettle,” Lauren said when she came up for air.

She had a point. All three of my sisters were absolute sex machines, so the twins didn’t exactly have much of a high ground to preach from.

“Come on, I need you in my brain, and then I need you in my pussy,” she said.

“To the bedroom,” she commanded, still hanging around my neck and kicking her heels like she was riding a horse.

“What, is something wrong with your legs?” I asked.

“Horses don’t talk. Giddy-up! It’s time to do your stud duties.”

“Stud horses are used for breeding.”

“Maybe next time, now quit stalling and get to fucking me, stud!”

I gave in and carried her to her room. If past experiences were anything to go by, it wouldn’t be long before Lauren would be ‘riding’ me again, only with much less clothing between us.

Leaping from me to the bed, Lauren bounced on her knees impatiently, her tits bouncing around distractingly under her shirt.

“Okay, no more stalling. It’s time for you to make me super brainy!” she demanded, cashing in on her prize from the blowjob contest.

“You do know I’m not actually making you any smarter, right? I can’t just make you instantly know everything, or be able to think or do maths better. I’m just improving your memory. You’ll still need to study and pay attention in your lectures, you’ll just be able to retain more of that knowledge.”

“Yeah, yeah. I get it. Now get to it!” she insisted.

For being the eldest child, she was certainly acting more like an excited little kid than the responsible older sister she usually was. I joined her on her bed, sat myself back against the headboard, and pulled her into my lap so she could lean back against my chest.

“Just relax. This might feel a little weird.” I said, wrapping my arms around her.

“Okay. I trust you.” she said softly, snuggling back into me.

I closed my eyes and reached for her mind with mine, and settled in for the work that was ahead of me.

The human brain consists of somewhere around eighty-six billion neurons, forming over a hundred trillion connections, just to control a single body. Making any alterations to something that extensive and intricate wasn’t something I could rush. The last thing I wanted to do was accidently lobotomize my sister.

I had spent most of my free time over the past week studying neurology in perpetration for this. I worked slowly, triple checking every minute change I made, relying on both what I had learned and the way my powers worked to get it all right. Before long, or maybe it was a few hours, I wasn’t sure, I finally finished and withdrew from Lauren’s mind. As soon as I was out I was struck with a wave of exhaustion. When I checked how much energy it had cost, I was surprised to see just how much it had taken. I don’t think any physical changes I had ever made had taken so much out of me. Having spent the last few weeks fucking my family, harem, and classmates at every possible opportunity, I still had lots left, but still. Spending so much at once, combined with how much effort and focus it required left me feeling a little brain dead.

“Holy crap that felt weird! Like ants crawling all over my brain,” Lauren shuddered, squirming uncomfortably in my arms.

“Hey, you okay Thor? You look worn out from that.”

She wasn’t wrong, my brain was too frazzled for me to even form a coherent response.

“I think I know just what you need to perk back up,” Lauren said with a salacious smile as she slipped away from me.

My big sister threw her shirt and bra into a corner, freeing her huge tits, and then shimmied out of her jeans, leaving her gloriously naked. While her body was a sight I could never tire of, my brain was incapable of properly appreciating it, even if my body wasn’t. After a brief struggle with my belt, Lauren pulled my jeans and boxers off and immediately swallowed my cock.

The next half an hour or so passed me by in a weirdly disconnected fog. Lauren was every bit the loving older sister, doing her level best to help her little brother recover. She deepthroated me, swallowed my cum, rode me fast and slow, in cowgirl and reverse cowgirl, and fucked me in any other position she could get me into while my brain rebooted. It all culminated with her tits wrapped around my dick while she drank down as much of my cum as she could.

After swallowing down the veritable flood of cum, Lauren happily ran her tongue up and down the length my cock, making sure to get every drop of both of our juices from my shaft.

“Hmm, we sure do taste great together, baby brother.”

She slid up my body, dragging herself until we were face-to-face and my semi-hard cock was nestled between her ass cheeks.

“As much as I would love to do nothing but have sex all day, I do have a test on Monday that I have to study for,” she said. “So I’m going to have to kick you out of my bed so I can test out my new brain.”

“Improved. Not new,” I reminded her.

“Yeah, yeah,” she drawled. “And don’t worry, I’ll make sure to thank you for this properly later when you’re not so exhausted. Now get out of my room or I’m telling Mom.”

Leaving Lauren to her studies, I didn’t even bother with my shirt or jeans, I made my way back to my own room in only my boxers. Collapsing onto the mattress, I shut my eyes and fell asleep, intent on letting my brain shut down for a while. While I was fine physically, I was mentally still a bit checked out and fatigued.

As it often went when taking a nap, it felt like I had only just closed my eyes before I was waking up again. When I felt a warm weight settling atop me, my eyes flicked open to see Ellie looking at me.

“Hey Babygirl.”

“Hi Daddy!” she said cheerily.

Ellie was the most affectionate girl in my harem, something that I suspected had something to do with her ‘Daddy’s little girl’ kink. She craved physical contact both in and out of the bedroom more than anyone else I had ever met, but fortunately for her, my harem and I were more than happy to provide it for her. The others in my harem have adopted her as their de facto cute little sister, happy to provide all the cuddles she could ever want.

I moaned tiredly as I pushed myself up to recline against the headboard, and saw Ellie’s face drop at my obvious discomfort.

“Thor? Are you okay?” she asked, her use of my name rather than her preferred use of ‘Daddy’ showing her concern.

“Yeah, I’m- Uuuaaaahhhhhhhaaahh ... I’m okay. Just a little worn out,” I reassured her, my yawn undermining my statement.

“Well if you’re tired, I have just the thing for you daddy!” she said, her face lighting up again.

In a flash, she undid the buttons on her fitted white shirt and shrugged it off. Her purple and blue butterfly bra followed next, joining her top on my floor. Her perky little B-cups, the smallest in my harem, didn’t succumb to the pull of gravity at all, staying high and round on her 3’11” tall frame.

Shuffling closer and rising up into her knees, she pushed her chest up to my lips. Smiling, I latched onto her nipple and started to suck. Immediately, my mouth began filling with her sweet and magically rejuvenating breast milk.

Ellie’s arms wrapped around my head, holding me in place while my hands naturally came to rest on her diminutive waist. Each mouthful of her milk I drank soothed the brain strain, refreshed my body, and brought me back to equilibrium. When I felt like I was back to normal, I shared the last mouthful with the amazing little redhead, the kiss quickly growing heated once the milk was all gone.

A naughty little grin appeared on Ellie’s lips when we came up for air, her cute little tushy grinding against the bulge that had grown in my boxers.

“Ohh, it feels like someone is all better.” she teased, rubbing herself against my cock.

“Getting better every second,” I replied.

Before I could get to the waistband of her panties, she slid back out of my reach.

“Tease,” I playfully admonished.

“Don’t worry Daddy, it’s my turn to get a drink.” she said, slipping back into her ‘daddy’s little girl’ persona now that sex was back on the table.

With a fair amount of effort on her part, she pulled my boxers down and settled herself between my legs, her body dwarfed by my own much larger frame. Her tiny hand held my cock upright while she kissed both my balls before licking her way up the underside of my shaft all the way to the tip, giving it a soft kiss once she got there. Then her eyes flicked back up to meet mine, and her soft pink lips parted over the fat end of my cock.

All the girls had slightly different techniques to how they gave blowjobs, and Ellie was no exception. I loved the way she focused on the head of my dick, and how small her tiny hands looked as they tried (and failed) to wrap all the way around my cock. I watched on, enchanted, as she struggled to handle the sheer size of my dick. As she repeatedly choked herself in her attempts to get past the head of my cock, I saw her eyes flash with annoyance. Curious, I peeked at her thoughts and saw that she was disappointed that she had never been able to get more than the head into her mouth, let alone come anywhere close to deepthroating me like everyone else. Not one to let any of my girls want for anything, I gave her a helping hand.

Ellie’s eyes went wide as my cock slowly began to shrink. I had made it bigger plenty of times to satisfy the Size Queens my three sisters all seemed to have become, so why not make it smaller to suit Ellie? I didn’t make it any shorter, because length wasn’t the issue at hand (or mouth in this case), but I gradually began to reduce the girth to the point where Ellie began to make headway.

“Mmhmmm!?” she exclaimed through a mouthful of man meat.

Her pretty pink lips spread around the head of my cock, her tongue swirling and stroking the sensitive head as she went. Then she went a bit deeper, just an inch or so past the head, but deeper than she had ever taken me before.

She pulled back until only the tip remained between her lips, then slid back down my cock with her tongue eagerly lapping at me, she pushed herself further and further down my dick. With her gag reflex taken care of by the physical enhancements all the girls in my harem had, the tip of my cock soon met the back of her throat. Her newfound ability to fit me in her mouth did nothing to change just how small of a human Ellie was. With less than half the length of my cock her mouth was filled to the brim.

Ellie stayed like that, my cock lodged in the back of her throat, with five inches of my cock still to go. She looked up at me with those big, round, green eyes of hers, her adorable face completely at odds with the sight of a huge cock filling her mouth. Maintaining eye contact with me, she reached up and guided my hands to either side of her head and to grasp onto her pigtails.

If her actions and the look in her eyes hadn’t been enough to tell me what it was she wanted, the lust-driven thoughts flying through her mind were clear enough that even a blind man could see them.

“Do it. Push me down and feed me your cock”

Smiling down at her, I wrapped my hands up in her hair and started to gently pull her down my cock. Even with the physical enhancements Ellie had making this all possible, I didn’t want to spoil her first time deepthroating me by overdoing things.

I guided her another inch further down my dick, letting her get used to the feeling of having her throat being stretched, before pulling her back off my length. Ellie moaned in satisfaction, pushing her head up and down my dick, following the pace I set.

With each pass up and down my cock, I had her swallow more of me, her throat just as gloriously tight as the rest of her. Even with my slimmed down dick, her throat was bulging obscenely, clearly displaying her progress.

The aura of arousal rolling off her in waves and the soft, desperate moans she was making made it blindingly obvious just how much she was enjoying her first deepthroat experience. With one final, valiant effort, Ellie’s lips finally wrapped themselves around the base of my cock. With her nose pressed against my stomach, my balls against her chin, and the head of my cock lodged somewhere behind her sternum, I felt her hum in satisfaction and pride.

“Oh my god Ellie,” I groaned.

She moaned in reply, the sound making her throat shiver around my cock.

A slight tug to her hair from me, and Ellie pulled herself back up my cock, sucking and slurping all the way. The suction almost felt like she was trying to pull the cum straight from my balls by sheer force. When her lips finally slid back over my glans, she immediately reversed course and plunged back down before I could even think of pulling her down myself. My hands, previously helping to push her down, were now just resting on her head. Simply along for the ride for the lack of a better place to put them.

As she repeatedly impaled her face with my dick, she switched from her ‘Daddy’s little girl’ persona into being just a horny 14-year-old with a magically reinforced libido. Before long, Ellie was rapidly deepthroating my cock with the same zeal and enthusiasm as all the other girls in my harem who had been doing so for weeks already.

“Get ready baby. I’m about to cum,” I gasped, my balls already starting to twitch erratically.

Immediately, Ellie jammed my cock all the way down her throat again, staring up at me with a desperate, hungry look in her eyes. That was the final straw, and it pushed me over the edge. My cock throbbed and pulsed and my balls clenched almost painfully, and I unleashed a nearly constant flood of cum straight into Ellie’s stomach. The euphoric pleasure and rush of power that coursed up the length of my cock and spread through the rest of my body was one of the most intense in recent weeks.