Chapter 273: Do I Have Limits?

Why did it change me from a secure landing area near home to here?

When I landed on the top of Steve’s building, I found a pilot there wearing a pressure suit like I should have been worn but didn’t have the time to change and never considered stopping somewhere to put it on. Whatever they used to camouflage the planes made it appear to be a commercial helicopter. The pilot did a quick set of checks before climbing in and having it seem to be spinning up the rotors for takeoff. I slipped into the building, though a door requiring a badge, or the code only those like me could send it, right as the pilot was taking off.

On my phone, it had a message saying, “If you are going to drive the car, you will fill the gas too. It is rude to leave it for me with less than a quarter of a tank.”

Ok. So, where do I go to fill it up, a Heli-carrier, or something?

Seeing that I landed on Steve’s building, I made my way down to his office.

Is today bring your brain damaged, horny daughter to work day?

I didn’t make it to his office before Paula grabbed me, quite forcefully I found, to pull me into the same office where I fucked her before she went off to visit Lenny one day. She was naked already, so she had to know somehow I was coming here. Unfortunately for her, Paula had been very aggressive with her fingers as of late. She was a bit raw inside and out, not that kept her from having me pound her pussy until I dry fired inside her.

“You are gone too often to scratch my itch David,” Paula told me. “Lenny is a boy I sort of remember liking that had a big one of these too. His little sister, who wouldn’t mind you poking her if you come over again, says he waits for me to be more myself. Or, as she says it, have brains that he won’t fuck out.”

As we dressed, I replied, “Do you think you are ready for that?”

She nodded as Paula said that she wants to be my love forever and has always wanted the best she can remember, but we can’t be together as a boyfriend and friend. She can have that with Lenny again, at least until he goes off to college. She hopes it will help her remember a lot of things too.

As we walked into Steve’s outer office, Anna hooked her arm through Paula’s, pulled her off toward a private elevator, and explained that Lenny was waiting, as was his family, to do everything they could to help her remember more about her past. She was telling her how she had never smoked anything, not even pot, but then said Paula could try pot if she ingested it. Smoking anything wasn’t a good idea, not after the accident.

Jane was waiting to take me in to meet with Steve.

“David,” he said, looking up from his computer. “We have a lot to discuss privately.”

Jane nodded her agreement before securing the doors behind her.

Steve got to the point, “Your promotion to head of the underworld has drastically changed how you can work to help me with contracts that need those with our unique talents. I’m still trying to wrap my head around how in the fuck that happened, and I’m not the only one. Those in the alphabet agencies and black-ops are very confused. Initially, they believed you were “the” Mr. Smith with the ultimate access card, and so they began to attempt to track you. The agent at the school board meeting got as close as anyone, only to find not only Mr. Smith started a very unpleasant conversation with that man’s boss. At the same time, Darren waited impatiently, and quite menacingly, in the lobby. While you made yourself appear where you wanted, David Jones took a trip off to the driving school to test out the high school driver’s course and then refresh his skills on the performance driving course, taking his Maserati to have it serviced. You will find it interesting that David appears to have some limitations that I expect you do not. Now that I have caught you up on things, we have several things I want to discuss. I’m asking Jane to rejoin us, with a big lunch for you and smaller lunches for her and me.”

Jane looked much happier and “felt” better to me than the last time I saw her. Not sure what happened, and I know it is rude to scan her without her permission, even if she would never know if I did it.

“It seems the school board got bitch slapped around enough that they decided to forget you ever went there and not even think about your name lest they wish to be in even more trouble. The city and county, at least their lawyers, have requested we do another full workup on you in the clinic. We have that set up starting today for the next two weeks since Molly confirmed that she and April bonded so closely that Molly knows everything April needs before needing it. The other eight girls are doing amazingly well. None show any signs of their original DNA from the time of conception, only identical clone DNA with the exceptions of eye and hair color. We placed three of the girls in the same town as Emily. We’ve had the DNA of each baby, resulting from pregnancies around the time there, tested. Only Emily, her mom, and the two close friends of Emily conceived children that a paternity test shows you as the father. Based on specific unique gene sequences in their DNA, we are one hundred percent sure many of the others are yours as well. Without specialized equipment, which is unavailable to anyone outside of one contact of mine, none can prove you to be their father,” Steve informed me.

Jane took over and said, “Lawyers for our city and county have some fetish that gets them off on your providing semen samples to ensure you can reproduce. We couldn’t exactly give them a list of girls you impregnated, even if those girls who know you are the only boy, who they had sex with, and you are the father of their child. Paternity tests of their children confirm you to be the father, and they still refuse to accept the fact that you are no longer having any problems with producing viable sperm. Unlike your other visits, you will be in a ward with those who regained partial to full sight who was having their improved vision evaluated. Nurses and lab technicians for the floor told me they don’t expect any problems collecting your semen samples as frequently as you happen to be ready to give one.”

“To give a final report on your no longer having any residual effects from the accident,” Joe told me. “We must complete our standard vision evaluation we perform during each of your stays at the clinic. You will also be undergoing testing of your expanded abilities and to see if we can even measure your limits any longer.”

Anna popped in and said, “Let me know when you are admitted to the floor and available. We have a combination succubus and a form of a seeker who can’t sense those like us. They can only find those who underwent something equivalent to being hit directly by lightning. I need to get David with her. She has completely exhausted all the men like us, and she never drew a single bit of energy off them. The girl has a conscience, as well as a nice rack, red hair, and the libido to wear out a prison filled exclusively with every form of sexual deviant you can imagine.”

Steve said he would let her know once I settled in. He would have me scheduled for an extended duration test starting this evening and going for up to two days, at a minimum. He would extend the time if needed.

Jane looked at her tablet to tell me, “That takes care of many tests scheduled for you in the new power testing chamber provided by one of Steve’s elusive new contacts. We have no details about it or how it operates. What I do know is that those we tested in there barely made the needle twitch when they pulsed. If anyone can register on that meter, then it will be you. Anna’s succubus is a blessing for the testing staff. They all stated their adamant refusal to be the ones to do whatever it took to cause you to pulse, provided they could get through your shield.”

On the test list, they had me testing the point at which my shield caused me to start drawing in energy from around me to power it. Steve’s scientists already evaluated Jan and Jon. Both twins could store up enough energy to handle stopping thirty-seven depleted uranium tipped fifty-caliber rounds fired at point-blank range simultaneously. They didn’t have enough places to put guns to test my limits with those same bullets back when I first found I had a shield. Steve mentioned that it was a good indication that they couldn’t shield themselves indefinitely should they ever go rogue to start hurting people.

Steve took all my electronic devices to secure them in his office while I stayed in the clinic. I could get them anytime I needed them or if I got a call, but I had to come to his office.

When I got to the ward, I found it wasn’t like the others I had been in before. It was an open design. Each room was longer than wide, with two beds along the back wall leading into the bathroom. There were three times the rooms than with the design used on the blind wards. In the middle, they had atriums, exercise areas, a dance floor, private “fishbowl” rooms with glass walls, a basketball half-court, and a lounge area with a full catalog of music.

The nurse who took me into the ward said, “If you look around, you will see that the other patients are quickly making sure everyone knows that we are admitting a new patient to the ward. You’ve been here on the various clinic sections, as have all have these patients, so it will be no surprise to find that you might as well strip right out in the open because the rooms get pretty cramped with them forcing their way in to check out your naked body. We found that it also lowers the number of patients pulling back your shower curtain to get a better look than they could when packed in your room.

You really should walk beside me or at least know when I stopped walking.

I waited for the crowd to appear around the two available rooms to see which one they assigned me. Without any preamble, I took the hospital PJs, put them on the table near me, and quickly stripped.

“I like not having people looking in my shower uninvited, so I will make this easy and let you know I’m at home at nudist camps and resorts. I’m going to come to where each of you can look all you want and touch briefly, so as not to be rude to the others. I don’t have any interest in guys, but you’re going to be curious as well as the girls, so I’m cool with you checking me out too. Seeing the bright white flash from the bare butt running down the hall toward a room, I will go ahead and assume this is a clothing-optional floor, but the staff would prefer us dressed rather than in the buff,” I told them.

The nurse with me shocked them all when she said, “Darren, I’m perfectly fine if you want to be naked anytime you are in this ward. Such a perfect specimen of the human body and endowment of a god I doubt any of us will ever see or feel.”

“Ok. There you go,” I replied. “Nurse? Can you get me an adult three-x sized PJ pants and shirt? If I don’t rip them trying to squeeze into them, I will as soon as I try to move.”

She laughed for a long time before saying, “Hey, an old woman can try to make sure she can see every inch of your amazing body outlined for all to see. You have multiple combinations and sizes in your room when you choose to dress.”

“As much as I like it, I’m probably going to have to cover up after everyone gets a look and feel. I’m causing the others to need to change their pajamas very soon,” I said.

As if right on cue, a guy grunted right before a huge wet spot appeared at the end of his pulsing boner. Two girls, though I’m not sure if it was me, or the guy busting a nut, grabbed their crotches, moaned, and then soaked through their pajama bottoms. Then there were all the hard nipples pushing through shirts. Nearly every patient needed to change their PJs, except the girl with the bare butt I saw running down the hall.

If they are going to feel all over my body and stroke my hard dick, then I’m going to check out their tits and pussy, or boner and balls. Each will cum while checking me out, even if I must nudge them along.

When I got to where the naked girl had ducked into a room, I knocked on the door, and the girl told me to open it. She was going to town on her hair covered, neatly trimmed pussy, and pinching her hard nipples. When she turned to see who was at the door, her hands flew from her body to help her get off the bed, before launching herself at me. She had her arms and legs around my waist with my dick head nestled against her cock massager.

“DAVID! My God! I never thought I would see you again, especially not with my own eyes,” Ruth said. “Can you believe it? I’ll be fifteen next month, so I’m not too young for you anymore. I’ve saved myself for you in hopes that maybe we would bump into each other again, somewhere. You’re a lot bigger and longer than the last time I felt it, but that is good because I need a long dick for my first fuck.”

While kissing me, she let her hot pussy slid down my dick until her pubic bone was touching mine. I moved into her room and closed the door.

I knew that a door closed meant to at least knock and wait for a reply.

I used her tight butt to help her fuck me while her, now, very fragrant and distinctive, juices lubricated her doing her best to give me a mind-blowing meat massage. With my helping her slide up on my dick, she managed to cum herself out before I helped her climb down off her pony ride. I mostly carried her to the bathroom so she could pee as I got a washcloth and flower-scented soap to wash her up.

With nearly every patient having a heightened sense of smell, I’m not about to let them think she is fucking anyone who wants to poke her. None were close enough to hear her say she saved her virginity for me should she ever see me again.

After I had given her, effectively, a sponge bath with the flowery scented soap, I washed off my dick with on unscented soap.

Ruth dressed in a sleeveless PJ top and pair of loose sleep shorts as she said, “I like how great my body became after you last saw me and love to show it off to anyone who wants to look. Other than you, anyone that wants to get a good look must work for it, and they won’t be able to keep it from being obvious. I’m not sure I want to have anyone else do me in front, but I like it up the butt if they’re small enough, and I like them.”

I was still naked, but other than a few kids that came in while I was with Ruth, no one seemed to care.

I did go to my room to pull on a pair of cut-off PJ shorts that covered my dick hanging down and a loose tank top. A note said that I should wear these if I wanted to cover up, but I didn’t need to, not even when going to eat.

That is odd. Why would the staff allow me to go naked everywhere?

“Good. You put something on to keep from causing me to have just to wear a long t-shirt,” a girl said from the door. “I see you got the note. I suggest you always pull something on when going to eat. Just because we can see again or see at least enough to get out of the blind wards, doesn’t mean we still don’t use the same cafeteria as the other wards. The kids that can see now are learning how to do everything without a cane. While it was beyond amazing having a boy licking mashed potatoes and gravy off me, it wasn’t nice having hot food squished into me when a boy lost his balance. Here, look. You can see where I’m still red.”

She unbuttoned her shirt and let her shorts drop to the floor. She wasn’t wearing panties.

I could indeed see where it looks like the plate of mashed potatoes and gravy pushed against her stomach and top of her pubic hair.

I let her pull my hand to her stomach to feel over the red areas before she said, “Oops. That felt nice, but I keep forgetting that you aren’t blind anymore. It is still a force of habit. Just so you know, even if someone does their best to lick the gravy out of your pubes, it doesn’t come out easily. I still have some in my pubes that no amount of washing is making come loose.”

With that attempt at having a large afro in your panties, I doubt you can even wash it down to the skin.

“Since you’re here and showing me everything, how would you like me to show you this trick that makes the pubic hairs fall out like they were waxed? If not, I’m going to at least trim back that auburn afro you have going on down there. No one needs that much hair to hide what is down below,” I told her.

She leaned back, spread her legs wide, and asked, “So do you think I look normal down there? I’ve felt a lot of them, but not seen many. I’ve never thought about cutting it back or getting rid of it all. I finally got hair down there, and I didn’t want to look like any other girl while I was still blind to anyone who looked. Those who checked me out seemed to want to find hair instead of baby smooth, for obvious reasons. Now that everyone can see I’m a woman, I think I want to try going bald for a while. I can do what I want with it as it grows back in. Just do your best not to make me cum. I’m likely to rape you.”