Chapter 309: Birthday with Friends, and Babies

What is there not to like about this arrangement? Two topless girls in just panties. Wait, make that all the girls are topless only in panties.

When the movies finished, the girls all headed to the nursery to change the newborns and April. From there, they headed upstairs to shower after Emily and Elise got the babies in the crib or bassinet. I walked into the nursery to see Dolly.

“I don’t know what they have planned, but they are taking up my shower, and I haven’t gotten to shower off the chlorine from earlier. The bathroom off the nursery has a nice size shower if you want to get dirty, so we have a reason to clean you up,” I told Dolly.

She didn’t need me to tell her twice, and the babies are sound asleep, even April.

It wasn’t any sort of slow romantic sex in the shower. Dolly wanted me to fuck her, and I did. She came quickly, and then we both came together not long after that. A quick thank you kiss, and she went back to get some sleep in the nursery. I headed upstairs.

Elise told Elena that to enjoy sex with me tonight since she was waiting for tomorrow morning to have sex with me on my birthday as she had in the past. It was her chance to get pregnant again before she had to leave to go back home. She didn’t tell Elena that wherever that was, no one could know.

As I suspected, there was a suitcase with Emily’s name on it. In my closet were three pairs of shoes specially made for her. She loved it all, especially the unique body-shaping clothes designed to encourage her body to go back to a trim figure, but there was nothing she could do for her hips being wider now. Molly had told me that she had some lotion with cocoa butter in it, but I caused the stretch marks, so it was up to me to get rid of them the same way I cleared up her scars.

Crap! How could I have not noticed her scars?

As I rubbed Molly’s lotion on Emily, I took the time to look over her naked body for the scars I knew were there. They had all faded only to be thin reminders of all her surgeries. She smiled when she saw me looking at them.

“They aren’t as ugly as they were all the time we bathed together at the hospital,” she said softly.

I replied, “My friend Paula has you beaten by a landslide. Just wait until tomorrow. You will see what I mean.”

I got a nasty, and then inquisitive look, but I didn’t say anything more.

Elise tried to spoon up to my back, but she was leaking everywhere. She told me to have fun with Elena. She was going over to sleep in my gaming chair. Baby David was going to be over there with her. On her way past the switches, she had the panel come down to close off my bedroom from where she and Emily were sleeping.

Elena didn’t need an invitation, and we fucked like robotic rabbits with lithium batteries in holders on our backs. A quick rinse and I buried my dick in her tunnel of love as we went to sleep.

I woke up to find a naked, horny Paula trying to get Elena awake because she wanted to give me a special birthday present. I had to keep from laughing when Elena got up to go to the bathroom, and Paula said it was time to blow my candle before drowning it. The funniest part was that she did only blow over it like it was a candle. Paula hadn’t yet remembered that blow another term for sucking a dick. Drowning my dick, that she had down. Looking inside her, I saw that her ovaries were still effectively on pause for now.

I don’t remember doing that. Weren’t those working already?

Before I could think about it more, Paula showed how much she had been working on her muscles recently. She took herself through a lot of orgasms before she said that if I wanted my candle to blow in her, I must take over. It was ok if I kept pounding her pussy if she fell asleep, which she did seconds after I pulled my dick from inside her.

Elise wasn’t going to miss her chance to get as much sperm inside her as she could. She took my mostly hard dick and worked it up inside herself. Slowly massaged the bit of my dick with her pussy muscles until I was hard again. I felt it happen long before she did. As soon as the sperm in my precum oozed from the tip to drip inside her. We went to a place like where her mind pulled us before it released her forever. She started to panic a bit.

“It isn’t that place, Elise. We are in a new special place where we can enjoy making love without ever getting tired, needing to eat or use the bathroom. The best part is that time normally here moves very slowly compared to here. We will know when you conceive. If it doesn’t happen this month, it will happen before we leave here,” I told her.

She likes that idea.

My sperm did their job, and her egg fertilized ten minutes later, but we both know that it wasn’t going to make it to term. Something inside it was off. We didn’t let that get us down one bit. The place we were in was beautiful, so we enjoyed exploring every inch of it as we waited for nature to take its course, then we tried again. We arranged ourselves as we had been before time slowed around us. She dropped down in my dick to feel it slowly softening inside her. I made sure that we were having a little girl and that she wouldn’t have any health or mental issues. With the two of us, our daughter would also be smart. We cuddled until the goo oozing out started to get crusty on her butthole.

Paula was still out like a light, with her thumb in her mouth like a little kid, so we covered her up.

I lifted the dividing partition to see that someone got the babies at some point. Emily was sleeping soundly. Elise, on the other hand, had her breasts grow half a cup size while we tried to make another healthy baby inside her. Hers were so full of milk she was able to shoot a stream of it across the room. Elise pulled on panties and shorts before going to find a baby, or two, to help her with her problem. I found some biking shorts and a t-shirt.

April, her twin sisters, and my siblings were playing happily in the pool with Dolly, Nelly, Chrissy, and three girls, wearing bathing suits. I didn’t know those girls. There were also four toddlers, who looked between eighteen and twenty-four months, swimming naked as well. The toddlers were getting out of the pool and jumping to one of the women from time to time. I watched two diving down to the bottom of the three-feet part and then swam back to the surface without any problems. They would swim over to the stairs to rest or get out to get some juice before getting back into the pool. I noticed three training potties off to the side by where we washed things off the deck that needed to go into the sewer instead of the recirculated, treated water. I saw a girl and boy get out of the pool to sit on them. I didn’t go look to see what they left there. They did go off to wash their hands in a small “play” sink setup, not too far from the training potties. I was impressed. One already had on a life vest connected to water wings. The girl had been one of those diving down, but she picked up a pink one, came over to me, and held it up. I slipped it on her and tossed her into the pool. She giggled as she worked her way back over to the three feet area.

“Chrissy said it was cool to crash your birthday to bring the kids to swim. As much as we probably all wish they were yours, they aren’t. We didn’t believe we could get pregnant without having a thick mat of fur and started having periods. Our only problem with our incorrect assumptions was that our OBs said that we likely did have periods, but they were only light spotting that we overlooked. Then again, it could also be that we spent the time between when we got home from school, until our parents came home, screwing,” one girl told me. “Mom didn’t want me having anymore anytime soon. Two are a handful. She way overdid things, though. I’m on the pill, have a diaphragm, and an IUD.”

Another of the girls said, “Well, they may have overdone it, but we haven’t gotten pregnant again, and we are getting more now than we did when we got pregnant. They didn’t tell me to stop screwing, and I’m not locked away in a convent somewhere.”

“We’re just hanging out here so the babies can get tired out. They are little Energizer Bunnies. I know I would like to have some of that monster outlined in your shorts, but I expect we will be leaving before long. Whenever my daughter wants her swim vest on, she’s nearly exhausted. Give her ten minutes, and she will be floating around the pool, face-up, and sound asleep. I love those vests. Both of mine are strong swimmers, and it takes a while to wear them out,” she told me.

I told them that I was going for a run to Annie’s Dojo so I could get in some mat time before going to the gym nearby. I expected to be back around one. It had been a while since I went to any of the Dojos, so it would be nice to see how I measured up.

Well, that and Annie told me that they were doing the middle school kid camps in the morning this year since it didn’t kill their electric bill. They closed from one to four.

“Sensei. I don’t think my Gi fits anymore,” I joked.

He smiled as she said, “And that is my problem, why? Anytime you want, you can jump from your old belt to a grandmaster. The evaluation would only be a formality. Happy birthday, by the way. Did the women kick you out of the harem?”

“I’ve visited friends whose sisters and father’s lesser wives are part of a harem. I think they would end up killing me from exhaustion. I would die happy,” was my retort. “No, I wanted to get a little mat time in with the kids in camp.”

That made him smile before telling me, “That will make a lot of them happy. Many of the girls from when you last came to the summer camp have grown a lot. The boys only come because they are so young and arrogant to believe they can take the girls easily. By the time we finish today, they are going to need help getting showered and dressed. The first few sessions of the summer tire them all out.”

He happened to have some Gi pants that mostly fit me and a Dojo sleeveless shirt. No belt is required.

We walked into the large dojo room, and I recognized quite a few of the older girls.

They just finished a break. The students still wore their Gi, when he had me go to the front and said, “Many of you have grown a lot since the last time our guest was here. Those who remember David from two years ago can see that he grew a lot too, and not just his body. He trained a lot when he helped the people who cared for Annie and Crystal. He can do our Katas, those from Crystal’s Dojo, and many I can’t even guess their origins, faster than I can get through the full set required for my fourth-degree black belt. Let him demonstrate.”

I had them make a wide circle around where I stood in the center of the mats. After stretching quickly, for their benefit of seeing that even skilled martial artists still need to do that as well, I started into the kata sets for this Dojo. I went through them slowly, well slow for me at least, so they could see that I was doing the few they had learned so far, and those they had seen the advanced students doing. As expected, one of the boys piped up that the Sensei was faster.

“I think we demonstrate them for the students, and those evaluating us for our next rank, slowly. I did them so they can evaluate our form. I wanted you to see that I was doing the katas from here first.” I explained and threw him a package of dojo underwear. “You might as well have these close at hand. I suspect you will need them sooner rather than later.”

I don’t remember much after I started the first kata. I know that at some point, I needed various weapons from the racks, but not which ones or what forms I did with them. The place in my head did see that I needed to sweat a small bit even if my heart rate was under a hundred. When I took the offered towel, I found that I was down to the shorts I wore to run over here.

“Damn. Who the heck is that Sensei?” asked the same guy that I had shown last year that he wasn’t as good as he thought after he tried purposely tried to hurt me because I showed him up.

A girl answered quickly, “How could you forget the kid that slapped you around for being a jerk. I’m pretty sure you don’t want to pull what you did on him last time.”

“I’m sure I was very sorry for my behavior unbefitting of my rank and instructor position at that time,” he said.

A bow to each other was the end of that.

During the first two hours, I worked with them on form and building muscle memory for the moves where they had down already. The last two hours were the fun part.

“We are doing something a bit different today. I’m giving David the basket of balls we use with the little students to teach them how to dodge. These are softer than those, but that is because you won’t see them coming,” he explained.

As if he planned it, a girl shot off her mouth to ask what throwing Nerf balls at them was going to do.

Upsized Nerf Balls.

I fired one at the side of her butt right below her hip and the other at her baby-fat masses on her chest capped with half cherry tomato buds.

She really should have fixed her shirt, instead of trying to show off the fat blobs on her chest that was soon going to go away before her real breasts grew in.

“Ow! That hurts! What hit me?” she wanted to know as the pain set in.

The Sensei smiled as he said, “Two Nerf balls. Anyone else wants to see how they feel when David is throwing them? No? Since some raised the question, David will be using the balls to correct attitudes. It doesn’t matter if you are a girl or boy, eleven or fourteen. You get cocky or mean, and you get hit with one or more of the balls at his discretion, where he chooses.”

Things went fine until the first boy showed he ignored the rules about underwear. He had on a pair of biking shorts. Since he ended up in Dojo underwear, he tried to get even with the girl who called him on it. Even that was cool by me. He managed to start pulling down her Gi pants, which was also cool as it was part of these summer camp sessions. When I saw him reaching for the waistband of her panties to rip them off her, I nailed him with one in each shoulder in a way that caused him to let go of her panties. The other one hit him on the spot on his back that made him jerk backward to fall flat on the mat. When I saw him glare at me, I fired two to hit loudly only a hair away from his nuts.

What turned out to be funny was that since he got her pants down, she stepped out of them as she jerked away from him. He got to call her on the fact that what looked to be boy-shorts style panties were instead a pair of boy’s cotton and Lycra short boxer shorts. One of the girls called for a ruling. She argued that they were underwear as per the instructions. The request was about the specific wording regarding proper underwear. Since they didn’t have the padded gusset of panties, they weren’t providing the needed protection for a girl. Off they came.

Now, these were good kids, but I chose when I thought someone needed some reminding someone that this was a test of their skills, not a strip and grope party. Boys or girls, it didn’t matter to me.

As happened last year, they all long since had their dojo underwear fall apart. All were to the point of exhaustion while trying to keep from having someone pull the Gi off them again. It wasn’t a challenge any longer to strip someone, so they went to the showers in the bigger changing room. Wearing my shorts, I went in to herd the zombies around. A few moms came in to see me washing someone’s crotch or a girl’s breast with my bare hands. One decided to make an issue about it.

“Just get out, no adults in here until the kids clear out. I don’t care if you have a kid in here or not. No adults allowed,” I told her and then explained I turned seventeen today, so I wasn’t yet an adult.

She didn’t like it, but she could piss off.

I used the place in my head to make the water evaporate out of my shorts before I put on my shirt to jog back home. I got some offers for a ride, but I wanted to push myself to see how fast I could go and keep the pace.

Damn. I’m sprinting without being winded or my muscles needing the place in my head to give them energy.

I had no clue I ran for so long. My phone rang at four to ask where I was. Annie had called her Dojo to find that I had left just after one. I told them I was running and lost track of time.

I’m sure not going to tell them I’m five miles from Trudy’s house right now.

Kicking it up a few notches, which I didn’t know I had, I headed for home. They didn’t need a math degree to figure out I was far enough away for it to take me close to an hour to get home. No one joined me in the shower as I rinsed off the sweat my body needed to cool off with how fast I ran.

When I reappeared downstairs, mom told me, “Paula said she already gave you your birthday present. Being around all these new people and the babies everywhere caused her to start getting overwhelmed. Steve said Paula began babbling away like a lunatic that lost their mind happens when she remembers many things in a short period or a lot about a single thing. Molly stayed close to her. She theorized that maybe it is your birthday, with a lot of people here, and you ran off, made her remember making sure you weren’t harming yourself when you ran off somewhere to hide. Or it could have been the roller-skating party she arranged after you came out of your coma. Whatever it was, Molly is sure that it was something big from how disoriented Paula was while they waited for Steve to pick her up.”

“What part of house arrest did you not understand,” dad asked with a bit of anger in his voice? “You had guests, and you ran off. Care to explain yourself.”

I waited to be sure he and mom didn’t ask more questions before answering, “I went to get a bit of mat time at Annie’s Dojo in case the girls had plans to do things around the house that they didn’t want me to see. I didn’t get any mat time, but I had a blast beaning the middle-school kids with the foam balls anytime the kids got out of line. They moved the Dojo’s summer camp from the afternoon to the morning. I helped the zombies after the session. You need to grill Annie about the details.”

“What details,” Crystal asked after saying Annie had to go home take some meds she forgot to pack.

I told her where I had gone and that it wasn’t my place to explain the details of the summer camp.

She laughed, especially about me beaning the kids with those balls, before explaining, “It isn’t a huge secret, and yet he still won’t talk about it even with naked girls and babies in the pool. Part of the training regimen for students at Annie’s Dojo is learning how to predict where the ball flying at you is going to hit so you can dodge it without stepping outside of your assigned square. It isn’t easy to do. We were both black and blue for months until we learned how to duck, twist, or jump quickly. They treat all students the same regardless of gender. The summer camp is something special for kids who will be in middle school in the fall. They are from the lower level belts who can’t wear anything under their Gi shirt regardless of the size of their breasts. Those determined to be mature enough have the chance to practice and mat time for four hours a day, every day, for a week. Usually, on the second or third day of camp, they have timed blocks where they do their best to keep their camp-mates from stripping off their Gi. What makes it interesting is that while boxers, briefs, or panties are off-limits to strip off, there are specific rules on what they considered underwear and what is not. A girl wearing bikini bottoms or guys in biking shorts must remove them in front of everyone once someone sees they broke the rules. For modesty or legal reasons, the Dojo provides disposable dojo underwear they must wear. Same for any kids whose underwear can’t hold up to the stresses of having someone pulling off their pants. Each student only gets one pair for that day.”

“I think that would be a liability nightmare,” my dad said.

Annie came in at the end of the explanation and said, “Well, that would require the parents finding out about what goes on during those hours. They trust the kids not to say anything about it to anyone. The only parents who are aware of what happens are former students or those spoken with in private. While it sounds wrong to have kids trying to strip each other, it isn’t what you think. By the time the fourth round begins, none of their underwear will be usable. By the end of the fifth round, we were all standing there naked, our dojo underwear in shreds. Now, in the sixth round, they try a bit harder, but many find that having nothing to hold onto when I classmate grabs at them is to their advantage. Sure, they are seeing girls and boys naked where they can touch their nude classmates if they are good enough not to get blocked when trying. At the end of that day, they are all zombies. Their bodies are so sore and tired that they all use one changing area to shower and dress. We have a few high school students who have attended the sessions when younger, herd them through the showers and getting dressed.”