Chapter 434: Kicking Asses Without Taking Name

I bet that got your hands moving. You have maternity leave if you choose not to use those golden slippers.

Mandy’s parents rushed through the title paperwork for the new cars, houses, and everything else to do all the things to make the house I gave them as theirs free and clear, well except for property taxes, which in that area is less than three months of rent on the trailer where they previously lived. The place in my head showed that Mandy and her mom didn’t have their cycles in sync. She was going to have a baby brother or sister in around nine months.

She sent her husband home, but Mandy’s mom stayed to say, “Mandy is going to offer you her virginity. She couldn’t find a better person to make her a woman.”

“From what I overheard the doctors saying, there is no question Mandy has been a woman for years, depending on your definition. They will do their best to lessen that unwanted visitor’s impact on her recovery. If you mean having my nine inches taking her virginity and giving her pleasures that no boy in high school, or college in most cases, knows how to give her, then it won’t happen. She will be on all sorts of painkillers and other meds long after I am on my way home. Even if she weren’t, it isn’t fair to do that to her and leave,” I explained.

“You could at least let fuck me in her place then,” Mandy’s mom said.

Much as I had done with Mandy, I pulled her mom off to a place out of view. A quick flew flicks of her clit took her off into space with an orgasm that lasted over five minutes.

I remember reading that he could have them that long on their own, but she didn’t need me to feed her energy.

I held her to me as she recovered and then said, “After what I did in a few seconds, from outside your clothes, do you think you could ever be happy with your husband’s dick if you learned the pleasure I can give you with mine? Now you know why I feel even worse about today. If I had given Mandy my dick then, Orwin would have been long gone by the time she and I finished fucking.”

“I see your point. At least my daughter can commiserate with me about not getting you to fuck us,” Mandy’s mom said.

“Go home already. Just promise not to name your baby David or April, depending on gender,” I told her.

“No way in hell are we not going to have David in the name if I get pregnant and have a boy. Not sure why April is a problem. It is a nice name,” she told me.

I explained that it was my daughter’s name. Me being here, Mandy’s mom getting pregnant after getting her husband to cum inside her without a condom, and people would assume the baby was mine.

She dropped down to suck me off and was damn good at it, so I let her make me cum.

“We haven’t had unprotected sex since Mandy was born. She was a surprise after we happened to have a rare weekend off together. I don’t want to know how you know I ovulated when sitting there signing the paperwork,” Mandy’s mom said.

I laughed before telling her, “I’ve seen that look enough times recently to know what happened.”

She hurried off to drive her new car home. They had taken rideshare here from their work.

My HR person grabbed my hand, pulled me back into that darkened alcove, and started her pantyhose off. The woman got my dick hard after a bit of work due to the blowjob. We knew what she wanted, and that is what she got right before her pussy was too raw to fuck again. The dead swimmers wouldn’t get her pregnant, but I used the place in my head to put a small area in the lining of her uterus that would make her body think she was pregnant until six weeks from now. I got through my implant that she had a lot of baggage and issues that needed me to fuck her and cum inside her when she was fertile. Missing her period in two weeks would somehow help her get over whatever was going on in her head. Getting pregnant for real and having a baby wouldn’t fuck her up in the head any more than she is now, but it wouldn’t let her get over whatever was going on.

Janey was up in Mandy’s room now. For some reason, it was a shared room that no one would explain to even the man-in-the-machine’s AI or him.

Mandy was just starting to wake fully from the anesthesia.

“Mom? Dad? David?” she called out as I came into the room.

When she saw me, she said, “My butthole hurts, and it feels like someone shoved something longer than your dick in there, or what I think how that would feel. My stomach hurts too, but not like how it has for months. Where are my parents?”

“The last part is the easiest. Your parents should be at your new house fucking like rabbits trying to give you a baby sister or brother in nine months. I promise that I had nothing to do with it. Two of my companies needed two people just like them with their skill sets, so they made a new position to give them new jobs. Both are making about fifteen times more per year, each, than they were making together. Once your parents agreed that this was what they wanted to do, they got company cars and were the first to move into a new neighborhood down the road from their jobs. You will still go to the same high school. They made sure of that before picking the home for your family. The house is your family’s now, free and clear. It is also fully furnished. If you had any clothes with sentimental value, you would have to go to the basement to dig them out of the stuff moved from your bedroom in the trailer. I hope you don’t mind that they left the mice, rats, possums, and raccoon with the trailer,” I told her and got a nurse to come give her some pain meds. “Why your butthole hurts is that while they were in removing that cyst from your ovary, they went in your butt to take out your appendix because they were worried it might have gotten injured when Orwin kicked you. I hope you don’t mind them not shaving your pussy bald and giving you an appendix removal scar. The doctors from my foster-care self-contained cities are the best in the world. I pay them at least twice as much as their peers make anywhere else in the world.”

“Can you please excuse us, sir? We need to remove her gown to check her for unwanted bleeding,” the nurse said.

I smiled and said, “No. I think I will stay. I want to distract Janey while you do that. I have the video from the scope and them removing her appendix by going in through her butt. But if she wants me to leave, I will.”

“Uh, would you please step outside the curtain for this, please, David. I think I started during surgery because I feel a tampon inside me down there. I know it won’t bother you one bit, but I’m not quite ready for any guy to see that yet,” she asked.

When I stepped out, the girl from the other bed in the room was doing her best to find the bathroom and tripped on her gown, pulling it off in the process.

“Darn it,” she hissed.

When the girl turned toward me, I saw why I was there.

She looked twelve, had pantyhose-egg-shaped breasts with dark red half-cherries on top.

The girl didn’t have any hair on her body, not even the little ones we all have. The girl had what looked to have duct tape holding eye shields over her eyes. I saw where she had been clawing at it, but someone cut her fingernails too short even to scratch herself.

How do I know what to say to her about the place in her head?

She was crying in frustration, but the nurse told her that she was the only floor nurse for this shift. Janey was going to take at least ten minutes. The girl needed to get back in bed.

“Keep your eyes closed. Focus on the pulsing lines around you. When you see them, find the squiggly lines,” I whispered, and I just felt when the girl figured that out almost instantly. “Now find the glow caused by things hit by radiation and particles that are losing tiny bits of energy as they pass through surfaces you would see with your eyes.”

She reached out to put her hand on mine, turned to hug, and then kissed me on the cheek before saying, “I see them now.”

“Go use the bathroom before you make a mess,” I told her and then remembered something Anna told me long ago. “Only use the bathroom. Don’t even try to do what you want to do once you close the door. Not here, ok. I will make it hurt if you try. It isn’t safe here. The wrong people are already trying to find you in the hospital.”

The nurse came out around the curtain, saw the girl’s gown on the floor, and asked, “Where is Chloe?”

A long, loud fart, followed by Chloe yelling out in triumph, followed by more farts, answered that question. The last was very wet sounding.

“I see I helped her get in there in just enough time,” I told the nurse. “You are busy, and I know how to put a hospital gown on a little girl. Mandy said she was starting to hurt. I’ll also talk with Chloe once I help her clean up since she can’t see, without pulling her eye shields off again. I can only imagine how high-pitched it is for a girl to scream when the lights hit her eyes the first time.”

“All yours, Mr. Jones. If you can keep her from getting that tape off, then you are better than any of us,” the nurse said as she went to get pain meds for Mandy.

When Chloe finished on the throne, I went into the bathroom and got the water in the tub hot.

“You aren’t going to be able to get that mess off you with this crap toilet paper they have here. Flush, find the tub, get in, and bend over. I will get you cleaned up. If you will leave your eye shields alone and not try to play with your pussy I will do something very nice for you,” I told Chloe.

She giggled as I got the shit off her ass and tightly closed clam.

When I was drying her off, she said, “My butthole is raw and burns. If I play with myself, it will hurt almost as bad as when I got the eye shields off the first time.”

“You didn’t kill the poor girl in your room at the time, did you?” I asked.

She giggled again before saying, “The nurses about had heart attacks, though. My old roommate was deaf, at least mostly. When I screamed, she heard it and joined in screaming. Even after I passed out, she kept screaming. They rushed her to radiology and found she had a massive brain tumor. She is up in intensive care now. I heard some specialists came in that removed most of the back of her skull to get the tumor out without messing her brain up.”

Chloe’s hospital gown had pooh splattered on it, and her sheets showed that the farts weren’t only warning shots. I got her wrapped in the towel beside her bed. I couldn’t find the nurse, so I went back to tell Chloe I had to get her a clean gown and linens. It was faster to just go where they stocked the linens and hospital gowns, which also happened to be right next to their medical supplies.

“Can you get me a pair of ninety-five, ninety-two, ninety, and eight-seven-percent light-blocking goggles for a girl around twelve?” I asked in the medical supply area and said that Steve’s optical company should make them.

The man that came back with a box gave me an odd look when he asked, “Is your name David? David Jones? These were on the shelf with the others but said it had a note to give them to a person asking for more than one pair. It would be someone named David Jones.”

“That is me. My friend’s dad owns this company, and I needed to use these in the past. Not sure how they are here of all places. It has been a crazy day, so I’m not going to question it. That is a big box for just some swim goggles,” I said.

We looked over what was in the box, and then the man said, “Well, damn. Those are some expensive goggles. I’ve never seen anything like them. I wonder how they can be adjustable to different levels of light blocking. Oh well, they had your name on them, so it seems that they are yours.”

I headed back up to Chloe and Janey’s room. I had to help Chloe clean off again, but she had made it to the bathroom by herself. I changed her bed while waiting on her to finish round three. Once we both said there couldn’t be any shit left in her, we got her in a gown and back in bed. With Chloe promising to keep her eyes closed until I told her to open them, I got the tape off her bald head without leaving any residue. I got the goggles on her and used the place in my head to do the magic tricks that made them lock in place so no one could remove them, at least not without the unique tool hidden in the box.

“Ok, open your eyes. Let us get you seeing again, little girl,” I teased. “Slowly, I used the remote to decrease the amount of light blocking down until she said her left eye was starting to hurt.

I only did her right eye after that. We had her dialed in so that a doctor’s penlight only made her eyes hurt enough to make her squeeze her eyes shut.

“It is time to show everyone your cute, bare, powdered butt, Chloe. We are going for a walk to see how your goggles are doing in multiple sorts of lightning,” I explained

She joked that she would take the gown off and let them see everything. Chloe blushed down to her tits when I took it off so she could see she didn’t have a black forest hiding everything anymore. Her tan lines showed that she never wore anything more than a tankini bottom.

I saw the nurse sit down at the nurse’s station, so we headed there first.

“Chloe isn’t getting these off, and neither is anyone else unless I let them. My friend’s dad owns the company that makes these special light-blocking goggles for kids with light sensitivity issues. They are much better than the swim goggles I got when I awoke from my coma and pulled off my eye shields. I adjusted these, and Chloe should now see like it is a bit dimmer than daylight, in full sun, on a cloudless summer day. I’m going to take her for a walk around the ward, let her blind everyone with her pale white butt,” I told the nurse.