Chapter 382: Instant Babies

How is this going to work?

One of the memories in the boy’s head was that I didn’t need to worry about how moving these girls and women between slower and faster time bubbles would ultimately affect their bodies and possibly those of their children. It was a way used for millennia to give a child to a girl or woman that had something happen that prevented the child from existing as required by something somewhere.

Eve decided that she wanted them to have a son and a daughter from different eggs. I couldn’t mess with the genetics or any of the other stuff I’ve been doing, but I was able to speed up their ovulations to have two eggs ready for my sperm. Somehow, maybe it was me at a level I didn’t feel, sent X sperm to one fallopian tube, and Y to the other. Each girl was very energetically interested in exploring the Kama Sutra as just us and with the other girls.

The one girl that didn’t want children turned out not to desire them to be my children. I got her to where she was fertile, popped her back to the male she chose could get her pregnant in our time, and then moved her around to faster time to speed up the pregnancy in terms of seconds in normal-speed time. Unlike the others, she got pregnant thirty-nine times, carrying fourteen of those pregnancies to term. Her children moved through the time bubbles as a family. While waiting for the next baby to be born, her children moved between different speed bubbles. Each stayed in a bubble until they learned all they could. Sometimes their first year took two because the kids needed more time to develop physically and mentally. When her first son had sperm, and her first daughter got her period, she moved back into the slow speed time for the rest of her life.

I only had a set of boy and girl twins with each of the other women.

Eve and I were taking a walk on her island when I asked, “Do you mind if I mess with the psychotic weather witch’s mind a bit?”

“How so?” Eve asked.

As we walked, I bounced ideas off her. Mostly I wanted to remove the ability to be a weather witch from the girl. I would undo what Eve called their curse to force the woman to start aging again. The triplets would deep-scan her mind for anything that wouldn’t match up with her inserting herself into her current family. The woman would have some fragments of memories from before she became a weather witch. According to the triplets, she would know that she wasn’t born into this family. The idea was that she slept over one night and never went home. Her parents and family died. She wouldn’t know that her family died a long time ago. Only that the people where she lived now accepted her as their child. She was still psychotic, but there were many deep happy memories from her time living with them.

Eve had a few suggestions, “Change her genes for hair and eye color to slowly change during puberty. It would be best that she looked more like the children in that family. I think the witch deserves to have all her pubic hair grow at two or three times the usual pace. She had such pleasure being a bitch about how she was hairless, mostly, and other girls and women around her were hairy. I think about having her pussy stay small so that only a tiny ten-year-old dick will get inside her. I would love to hear her bitching about how bad the cramps are when her body tries to push out the uterine lining, for a fully developed uterus, out through a passage the diameter of a ball-point-pen barrel. Only when she almost finishes puberty will her pussy develop into that of a woman. If she wants anything fatter in there, she will have to find a boy that doesn’t pop his cork trying to get a bit more inside her.”

I did reach out to the man-in-the-machine, Steve, Molly, and a few others before bouncing off my playing god again. All readily agreed that something needed to be done to remove the weather witch powers. A psychotic born over a hundred years ago, trapped in a tween’s young body, was a powder keg. We agreed. I would change her hair color, make her pubic hair grow faster at random times. Her vagina would develop naturally, but she wouldn’t get it to stretch larger until right when puberty stopped. The triplets were able to find a lot of memories from the kids her age from her home. Some careful placement had the girl seeing things from one of the other kid’s brains. When they finished, the psychotic weather witch had a few of those crucial memories from young childhood that the psychotic girl needed to ground her a bit more than she was when we started.

Back at the resort, no one seemed to miss me. April was having the time of her life bossing around the two and three-year-olds, mostly mine, in Mary’s harem.

One of the moms began to correct April’s supreme bitchiness when April started running potty shifts for kids old enough to stay dry overnight and who could get on a training potty. She stayed on them to clean their bottoms properly and wash their hands while singing the ABC song, even if they didn’t speak English. Molly’s point and not say a word works very well to bridge language barriers. I don’t know how long that April has been in this harem, but I was seeing kids stripping off diapers as they made the mad dash for the nearest toddler potty. Those that didn’t quite make it went to find April with downcast eyes. She stopped two mothers from cleaning up the mess. Each time a kid went in their diaper, they had to go naked. Those who were already bare and didn’t make it onto a potty got the bucket of water and rags to clean up the mess.

Aren’t they a little young to clean up their pee and poop?

“She has spent more of her nearly three years around Molly than me. April was doing her best to potty-train herself as soon as she was able to climb up on a potty, somewhere around a year to eighteen months. I guess that once April was able to hold it long enough to get to a bathroom, Molly made her clean-up accidents when April didn’t stop what she was doing to go. My brother and sister were a bit later than April in potty training, but she still had them on the potty every half of an hour when not napping. I know they learned to clean up their accidents,” I told the moms watching over the toddlers. “If you do this at home, I suspect you will have a lot of quick success with potty training. Already I see that some of the kids are going over to April in shame when they didn’t make it. Watch their eyes when they come over to her after using the bathroom and then washing their hands. She gives them each a hug and praises them.”

One of the moms got to see what I meant. She went over to pick up April to give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. April hugged her back as much as her little arms could.

The mom pulled me off into a room, locked the door, sucked me hard, and mounted me. She did her best to get me to cum before she was exhausted and failed. I flipped us over to finish us off as she got a big load of cum without sperm.

“That was nice after trying to impregnate the girls and women in the harem,” I asked her. “What brought that on? Not that I have a problem with a good fuck, but shouldn’t I be doing my best to save my sperm from getting the others pregnant who are fertile today?”

Her cleaning my dick with her tongue brought it back to full hardness, so she mounted me again but didn’t ride me, as she said, “I am a woman who keeps her word. I told the boys that any boy who could get my daughter to potty train, willingly, I would fuck. There were no restrictions on how they managed it, even if they had someone else do it for them. I know that April did it, but I can’t really reward her, so I gave it to you since she is your daughter. My daughter didn’t move away from April’s hug or have that look she gets when someone comes over to pick her up. That is at least something.”

Yeah, that kid is Autistic, and that came from your DNA, not mine.

This woman only needs her husband to touch her pussy with his dick, so she was able to tolerate it for the few seconds it took him to cum. I feel how much it means to her for me to hold her like this.

When we left the small room, I went off to play with some girls that simply wanted to get fucked. They didn’t care if I came in them or not. They weren’t going to be fertile until after they left here, or so they thought. As I rolled around in the mass of squirming female bodies, poking my dick into the nearest pussy, the place in my head decided otherwise. Only those that weren’t already pregnant got knocked up. The rest I found were already pregnant by one of their male cousins here on vacation with them.

“It is ok, David, please do not intervene,” a girl cuddling with me said a link she asked me to make to her. “There are only a few like me in our entire family. We are Skylar’s cousins, not her sisters, and I will have to try the next time you can be with me when I am fertile. Don’t try to fix what is meant to happen, David. My body isn’t ready to stay pregnant, and I will have my period a few weeks late. The other girls only believed that they snuck off to hook up with a cousin when no one was watching. Nothing is farther from the truth.”

She got her turn to have me fuck her until her pussy hurt, so our discussion paused.

“Their DNA got sequenced to ensure they didn’t carry any of the recessive genes that have plagued the family for generations. While being cousins, their great-great-great-great-grandparents were born from a girl from an elite family to a sterile, sometimes gay, son in my family. Much like you have done for my sisters, aunts, and cousins, they obtained the stud services from a male showing the utmost discretion, highest intelligence, physical fitness, an above-average cock, and the stamina to use it. After bearing him multiple children, someone discovered the affair and that all her children are from her stud, not her husband. She had to marry the woman to maintain the honor or some such nonsense,” this girl explained. “Not all the girls, who will marry whoever they chose, if they want to get married at all, can have your children. Only those in Skylar’s father’s harem will carry your children. If you check, another’s sperm has fertilized all those, including women married to husbands who are unable to impregnate them.”

Another girl made a connection to this one to join our conversation, uninvited.

“David,” this newcomer, Alanis, began. “I’m going to let you in on a secret no one has told you and that you didn’t figure out yet on your own. Girls in Mary’s and Skylar’s families aren’t the only ones who need to give birth to a child where an elite male cannot do the job. They are free to roam and try to find someone to get her pregnant. Your friend Bart has saved the lives of many girls by getting them pregnant. Thank you for showing him how not to be an asshole. Some of these girls already have an asshole for a husband.”

The place in my head showed me that Bart had managed to get some girls pregnant in that short time before I corrected his attitude. I also saw many three-month and fifteen-month-olds of his. Girls and women that I found he knocked up on this trip are all married and haven’t yet had a child. I had the place in my head show me all the girls in that same precarious situation who wouldn’t be fertile these two weeks. There were more than I expected. I disconnected from the two girls and then went to work.

I’m an expert at helping an egg mature ahead of schedule.

As I went to each girl that needed to ovulate sooner than usual, I found that they all had sperm inside them. The place in my head showed me that nearly all those girls I was helping had their husband’s sperm only. One had her brother’s sperm there too. All the rest were making the rounds with sperm from at least five guys besides their husbands. It was about an even mix between it being their fault or their husbands, causing them problems conceiving or carrying the child to term.

I get that this is an age-old practice, but I have to let them give their husbands the child his sperm created.

I put a shield around the sperm in them that wasn’t their husbands.

In all of the cases where it is the man’s fault she can’t conceive, I found their sperm weren’t able to make the journey from where he came against her pussy, because he couldn’t last long enough to overcome the sensations of opening up her slip and slide. The place in my head showed me which of his sperm were fully compatible with her egg to give them a child. A shield bubble pulled them to her egg. An energy recharge had them doing their job of trying to get inside her egg.

For those girls who had problems with their eggs, it was a bit more work. I searched each of their ovaries to find the egg to mature so that they could conceive and carry the baby to term. Only a few were releasing eggs that could be fertilized, but not with enough of what was needed inside them to keep going to finish what they started. The remainders were empty shells or blobs of genetic material that even I couldn’t tweak to become a baby without months of work. It was much easier to use what I had done with Paula.

They are done and now carrying their husband’s child, even if they are fucking any guy smart enough to know that blabbing about him nailing her would get him killed.

I found those who already got pregnant by someone other than their husbands. I told the place in my head to highlight their husband’s sperm if she had any inside her. I know all their getting fucked by their husbands as many times a day as he could get it up to keep him from looking at all the naked nubile females. They couldn’t believe there was none inside them from their husband, so I changed to see his semen. Each had it deep inside them, and the girls started to cum as her husband was getting close to popping his cork and kept cumming as his dick got limp inside them. Three all had a fresh load from their husband when I was trying to find his sperm inside them. Since he was right there, I checked those three men. Not one of them had a single sperm in their nuts, and it looked like they had never had any.

The women were a bit more selective than some of the girls in the same boat. I had the place in my head color the semen inside them by how long it was inside them, giving different colors for each guy that dumped a load in them. The best I could tell, they were screwing their husbands anytime they could drag him somewhere to fuck. Sometime in between, they found some guy to give them a load of live sperm.

One girl had gotten pregnant in the most unlikely way. Some tween was getting his first handjob by a girl. His dick still had too small a hole for that much pressure, so his cum went flying. The first three sperm-loaded squirts flew between the bars on his balcony and landed on this girl’s pussy, where she was nude, sunbathing down below. When she checked to see what happened, his cum was all over her pussy lips and pubes. She wiped it away as if it had leaked from her. The kid’s cum joined that from her husband and six other guys. The girl chose her sperm donors poorly, as they didn’t have any more sperm in their cum than her husband. The boy’s sperm were more than able to make the journey to knock her up. His cum flying and landing on her pussy was caught on super-HD video from dozens of cameras.

My implant also fed me how the boy was a total asshat. He only got jacked off because the girl was a bigger bitch than he was an asshole. She had him eat her and finger her until he sated her for a while. He threatened to rat her out for fucking if she didn’t do him. I don’t know if she would do it or not because he was a supreme bastard to her for causing him to shoot it all over the place instead of going inside her where it belonged.

What a dumb shit. That boy pissed off the wrong girl. No girl was going to get near him, not even his sisters, for the rest of his vacation. If he doesn’t get lucky here, he won’t have a chance at pussy back at his boarding school. How funny is it that he is likely to become a father before he loses his virginity?

I decided I liked that idea, but not him. I did a temporary hack on his brain that had a shield over it that would last about three weeks. If he tried to jack off, all he would do is rub his dick raw but never cum. Otherwise, he stayed limp. A girl that honestly wanted to stroke his dick would be able to get him hard, but the second he reached full hardness, he would cum and go limp again. I wanted to be mean to make it happen when it pointed at the girl’s face. It wasn’t cool to do that to a girl that wanted to make him feel good, even if he was a dick.

I’ve done my good deed for the day.

I had fucked out all the girls in the harem that just wanted dick. The girls that hadn’t yet got their period, but had started puberty, came to take me off to let them bathe me. Unlike those in Mary’s harem, these girls were all more than willing to let me fuck them. Some asked if I would just pop their cherry and push my dick in as far as it would go, then pull out. I found that none of them still had a cherry to pop when I slid a dildo, made from the mold used to make my custom rubbers, in their virgin cunts as far as it would go.

“Sorry, but this is the closest you will get to having my dick inside you, girls,” I told them. “It seems that you all have one. They are copies made from the mold used to make my long rubbers. At least you can pretend it is me as you fuck yourself with it, or a sister does it for you.”

After getting me hard to verify it was indeed made from my dick, they all got sweet and cuddly in the tub.

What is the harm in making them each cum when sitting on the towel over my lap as I work my fingers through their hair when I braid it?

Each time I moved my fingers through their hair to get a clump to braid, I tripped their cum trigger. When they squirmed around as they got off the first time, I told them they must sit up straight and still. I gave them a few reminders the following two times they came. From there, I would keep running my fingers through their hair as I made them keep getting off as long as they sat as still as a statue. It surprised me that the one who was bouncing off the walls waiting for her turn was the one that never twitched, not even the first time I made her cum. I had to stop after two minutes since she was about to pass out from the amount of energy her body burned through as she came. I started making her cum right until she was about to turn to rubber. I focused on doing something intricate with her hair as she recovered. By the time I finished making her look like a miniature goddess, for which she did have the body, the girl was able to cum for over five minutes before she would slide her hands between mine and her head as she leaned back against me for a quick rest. The girl’s back remained straight even when she leaned back against me.

After pushing my dick between my legs, she climbed up on my lap. She got up on her knees to try tongue kissing me, for a few seconds, before sitting back down and moving forward to wrap her arms around me as she pushed her hard half-cherry buds into my chest.

“Can you run your hands over my head like before and don’t stop until I go limp?” she asked. “I didn’t like having to stop you all those times, but it was becoming too hard to sit still as I came. I usually move all over the place and scream out as I cum. My sisters all watched my juices running out as my hole winked at them while I enjoyed your touch. No one will hear me in here. I want your cock, and I am older than you require, but I can’t do that to myself. I will never find a man to give me children if I do.”

That didn’t mean that she couldn’t push her rubber copy of my dick inside her instead. She went for about twelve minutes when her arms went slack as she stopped screaming out her pleasure. I saw in her brain that she was still getting off and hadn’t yet passed out. Her pussy had locked tightly around the fake dick. I stopped making her cum, but her brain had other ideas. She kept cumming until she moved back away from me, turned to the side, spread her legs, and leaned back a bit. The dildo shot out of her pussy.

She pulled my dick from between my legs and started getting me hard as she told me, “I still don’t want the real thing inside me, but you do deserve to cum too. I haven’t been where I could try to practice this, but please let me suck your dick until I swallow what you shoot into my mouth.”