Chapter 264: Ghostly Visitors

Why do they want to come inside? Isn’t that against all sorts of Halloween rules?

“Can we go up to your room please David,” one of the teenaged boys asked. “We need to talk about something with you.”

Ok. It is a bit odd, but these kids can’t exactly hurt me, and there is no way they will get close to Nelly or the babies.

In my room, they stripped. The girls all got on the floor to spread their legs and hot pockets. Each boy was sporting a boner.

One of the boys got between the legs of one of the girls. There were the expected wet, squishy sounds from sex, and then he pulled out. As the girl held her labia open, a stream of cum poured out onto the carpet. The boy went limp briefly and then was hard again.

“Sorry, David,” they all said in perfect synchronization. “I wasn’t able to re-establish contact and must remain dark. There are many things in motion where I cannot be as I was before. Not until I can change the puzzle pieces in ways that will not permit anyone putting things together ever again. Only due to this day of treats and costumes could I risk coming to you. As you now see, each of these kids is a shell for me, but they are so close to human bodies that even an autopsy will make them hard to tell from a previously living human. Taking some of your disguise tactics, each can change the tint of their skin, rapidly produce hair in a rainbow of colors and modify their eye colors to match those most commonly expected with the presentation of their heritage. Advances in voice synthesis permits matching the accent to that of any mother tongue they speak. As I demonstrated, their bodies exactly imitate the sexual responses for the age and gender they match.”

So, the man-in-the-machine made sexually function children and teenagers. Creepy.

One of the girls said, “Creepy to you that it may seem, but an asset to me. Children are effectively invisible. I can go into any school, be welcomed into homes for play dates and sleepovers. I require a way to go where I must while being unnoticed or ignored as being insignificant. A five-year-old little girl found inside some restricted area can cry while explaining she is both lost and scared. Very few in our world would see her as anything other than she appears. Attempts at torture to get information or interrogation using drugs will yield them nothing more than that of any other five-year-old child. Then there are always the field trips to places that place me near where I can access information without being at risk of discovery. Remotely accessing the information, which I seek, is currently too dangerous given new players on the scene.”

“Mr. Smith was an excellent distraction to completing my repurposing of another location on par with the island where you released me from my disconnected state,” a boy continued. “During your reconstruction of Paula, I gained knowledge I could not compute regarding how some biological process functioned at a granular level. These forms you see now are the results of successes after many failures. They are not capable of interfacing with a human brain, but some organs are approaching the point of being viable replacements. Already I have replaced the failing hearts in adults in parts of the world, each being people abandoned to suffer their fate alone. My successes, and many failures, now permit their bodies to control the beating of those hearts. I’ve even designed these children to permit the appearance of growth expected by growth charts with a randomization factor. Breast, genital, and growing pubic hair is also part of their design.”

Well, that makes them a bit creepier now.

For a part of his testing, he did request that I have sex with the teen girl androids that showed the level of development required. He made frequent adjustments to mimic the frequency, intensity, and duration of her orgasms while working out the proper release of lubrication. The vaginal heat was close to what I had experienced since I woke from my coma. Each had noticeable differences in how they vocally and physically responded to sex, including giving and receiving oral sex. We also worked to adjust their body responses concerning the different angles and positions during sex. Anal sex was possible but had proved a bit difficult due to how his synthetic intestines processed the food ingested to produce something with the appearance of fecal matter. Urine wasn’t quite as complex to generate. It did, however, require some unique mechanical designs that having anal sex disturbed.

The android kids redressed in their ghost costumes.

As I was letting them out the door, one told me to expect my phone and tablet to go offline sometime tonight for a firmware update. I was going to get back my access to having a full-power signal strength, but the bars would only show the signal strength I got from the standard cellphone towers. My laptop was getting “refreshed,” whatever that means.

After I fed and changed all three babies, I knew they were going to be out for the rest of the night. I picked Nelly up to carry her to my room. She woke when I put her, naked, on the toilet to use the bathroom while I went to get her something to sleep in tonight. She had soaked what she had on earlier with sweat in her sleep. I had out PJs for her, but she would only wear panties. I pulled on a pair of sleep shorts.

“Why aren’t you sleeping naked, David? You always sleep naked, and I sleep naked with you when I sleep in your bed, just like Molly and Dolly,” she asked.

I pulled the covers over us as I said, “Because you’re getting very curious about your body, and mine, lately. It is normal, but it isn’t cool for us to sleep naked in a bed together while you go through this part of growing up. It is late. You have school in the morning.”

You aren’t going to be sleep humping your clit against my dick like you did twice the last time you slept in my bed. Nor are you going to be deepthroating me to see if you can help me get the cream out that makes it go soft.

While her doctor said it wasn’t all that unusual, none of us needed to let her get to where she had access to a cock right now. Some of the memories of how things felt were coming back to her as her body started to develop. While she was mostly conscious, she wasn’t making any memories of what she did during those times. We were to let her masturbate all she wanted in private, but not let her mess around with any girls or boys for now. The doctor wanted to wait and see where things went.

In the morning, I found she had pulled my shorts down under my balls to play with my morning wood.

“Wieners are funny things,” she said, sounding like her usual self. “They make babies in women but look so crazy. Why do they get all floppy if they need to be all hard to make a baby? Why aren’t they made be hard all of the time?”

I can play this game.

“Well, why don’t girls have a penis so that they don’t even need a boy to make a baby? For that matter, why do girls have eggs that turn into babies, but chickens put their babies into eggs? How about that bump inside the top of a girl’s crack? That doesn’t have anything to do at all with making babies,” I asked her.

As the wheels in Nelly’s head began to grind through what I asked, she used the bathroom, and then I showered the stink off her. Instead of dressing when she went out to my room, she was checking out her clit. It wasn’t doing anything for her right now since she was trying to figure out why she had it. I knew she had been slipping a finger inside herself and exploring her lubrication when masturbating. Molly and Dolly told me how it seems she is extra sensitive inside her pink purse now, and while it doesn’t get her off, it does feel better than rubbing her clit.

To mess with her, I got a mirror, slipped in to sit behind her, put the mirror down between her legs where she could see everything. I began pointing out every female part down there as I called it the correct “medical” name. I slid off the bed and lifted her in the air by her hands. I had her dressed before she had a chance to protest my stopping her from trying to answer the questions I asked in the shower.

I waited with her at the bus stop where Chrissy got on the bus each day.

I found the same group of girls who flashed me at this bus stop last year was here waiting as well. The girls had developed noticeably, the boys, not really. Being a summer-like November first, they were all wearing the summer clothes that wouldn’t fit them by the time spring rolled around. That meant the girls were teasing the boys with peaks of bras and panties, causing the boys to have tents that were beginning to have a wet spot.

I went to the girls to whisper to them how they had all “grown” a lot since I last hung out with them at the bus stop. Using the place in my head, I made them all get so aroused that a word from me and they would strip off their clothes for me to fuck them, or at least think about maybe fucking them if they turned me on enough. Except for the girl wearing a skirt, while bravely going commando, Nelly, and Chrissy, the girls all had wet spots too.

“It isn’t all that nice having wet, clammy, uncomfortable underwear is it girls. You’re all lucky too because your juices don’t make your underwear all crusty like us guys,” I told the girls.

All the girls blushed and then went over to apologize to the boys. Two girls made sure Nelly wasn’t looking and fished out two of the boy’s three to four-inch-long pencil dicks. A few, obviously experienced, strokes got the boys some very badly needed relief. Each girl that had been teasing the boys gave them hugs, a kiss on the cheek, and another heartfelt apology. The girl going commando guided the boy’s hands under her skirt and onto her still wet, bushy pussy. I heard her whisper to the boys that next time she teased them that they were going to get to rub their dick along her mound to make them both feel good.

If the bus hadn’t gotten here right then, the boys would have gotten to take her up on that offer.

Being a college, and graduate school, graduate at sixteen, I didn’t have anything to do and didn’t need to work to have money. The thing is, sitting around the house is boring. I didn’t want to take any more trips and didn’t have anyone to go with me anyway. Molly was working on adding features to her app, swimming a lot, taking care of the babies while her sisters were in school, and working on something that would give her a “home school” high school diploma. Even with her brains, she still had to do the bullshit homework and tests at the slower speed the online instructors would let her go.

I wonder what sort of jobs I can get other than fast food or similar crap teenager jobs?

It didn’t matter that I was able to lift an engine out of a car, with the transmission, without breaking a sweat or straining, I wasn’t eighteen. That kept me from doing last-mile deliveries for the South American Rain Forest company, or any other delivery company. Fast food wasn’t going to do it for me. I could do the outlet mall again, but their only customers during school hours tend to be more toward to jumbo sized women.

Of all the places I went asking about jobs for a sixteen-year-old, with a CDL driver’s license and clean driving history, it was a bike messenger delivery service that offered me a job. Not being eighteen, they weren’t about to let me use a motorcycle, even if that only needs me to be fourteen to get a license or use my car. Their insurance cost on both was too high. If I would ride a bicycle, I could do small parcel delivery and pickups, at minimum wage to start. They would provide the uniform, but I had to provide my bike, helmet, and safety gear. If I proved that I could hack it and did an excellent job, I would get a raise in a few weeks.

I headed down the road to the bike store where my dad always bought my bikes. I told the man there what I wanted, and he said he was going to let me torment his home-schooled daughter. He knew who I was, but she had always been so terminally shy that she didn’t. Working in the shop wasn’t just about spending money. It was part of her being able to home school instead of going to a public school. Wearing a knee-length pair of shorts and a t-shirt showed that I had the muscles needed for the job, I just needed the right bike.

He introduced me to his daughter Sue.

“I finished high school before I turned sixteen, so I finished with school for now, and it gets boring sitting around home. There is only so much a guy can do at home alone when most of my friends are in school all day long, so I went looking for a job to make some money and fill the time until I decide what I want to do,” I told Sue. “No one wants to hire a sixteen-year-old to do more than fast food. The messenger company offered me a job, but they won’t let me use my car, only a bike. I don’t have one that I can use to do messenger service, so here I am. Your dad says you can help me find a good bike that will hold up. I hope you have a bike, so you can come with me while I do a test ride to make sure I find the right one.”

“I would like to take you for a test ride,” she said before realizing I could hear her, and then she blushed before starting to stammer.

Smiling, I said, “Great. I thought maybe your shop didn’t let customers try out the bikes first. I’ll need to get safety gear too. I’m a bit of a klutz and don’t want to end up in the hospital because I had the wrong shoes or didn’t have a proper helmet.”

Well, that got her headlights on high, and she has no idea they are showing through her thin t-shirt.

I must give it to her. Sue was doing her best to get me an inexpensive bike that would work for a few months in case I didn’t decide to stick with it.

“You’re so cool trying to help me get a good bike for a great price, Sue, but I think I need something heavy-duty. Not so much because I want to spend a lot of money on it. I’m likely to break the first bikes you showed me. As long as I work to earn money to pay for it, I think my parents will be ok with me getting a sturdier bike with stronger parts, so I don’t have to keep having it fixed or need a backup bike,” I explained.

Sue was very reluctant to take me over to the bikes that started around a thousand dollars. I looked them over and saw one that looked like the frame was twice as strong as all the other bikes. All the parts on it looked heavier-duty too.

“I think I can get away with buying that one with my parents. I will need a bike rack and all the safety gear,” I told her.

She took me over to get a helmet that fit me perfectly, a light-weight, but well-padded jacket and then some armored biking shorts. I told her that I think I might be better off with the shorts like I have on. They were thick and fit me well.

“You need more protection if you had to wipe out to keep from getting hit. Please at least try these on while I go change so you can try out that bike to see if you like it,” Sue told me as she led me back into a part of their house attached to the store. “Don’t worry about them showing, stuff, you know, in the crotch. Mine do too.”

Well, I guess seeing is believing.

I went in to change into the biking shirt, light-weight armored jacket, and then biking shorts. They were long enough to come down past my dick, even if I got mostly hard, but did nothing to keep it from showing where I had it along my leg.

Being a bit bold, which seemed to be a surprise to her, she slipped into where I had changed to see if I needed a different size or design.

“I completely forgot to ask if you think you need a jock or cup. Dad said I should ask guys that and not get embarrassed,” she said, trying hard not to blush.

With my back still to her, as I tied the biking shoes she picked out for me, I said, “I don’t have a lot of luck with jockstraps or cups.”

“Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry. I mean I. Well I ... You’re the first guy I’ve ever helped find biking gear. I didn’t, you know, uh, had any idea that you might, well, not need one,” she said as I turned around.