Chapter 441: What Do Mopeds and...

I know that they want, but do I want to ride that moped?

How does that joke go? What do mopeds and big women have in common?

“Damn! He does have a long dick. Maybe it is long enough to pop our cherries and let us feel one in us if he will do it with us,” the biggest of the five women said.

Another asked, “Do you think he would do it with us? I mean, I just turned sixteen last week. He is eighteen and even wore out the ice cunts.”

Four of them went off into another room to keep self-deprecating. The one that came into the bedroom closed the door and asked to sit on the bed.

“Terry has known the five of us for most of our lives, so she knows we don’t want to be virgins, but the closest any of us has had a dick to our pussies is a guy humping a roll of fat. She told us that while you wouldn’t say nasty things to us about being huge, you might not want to be with us like that. It won’t take very long. Just pop our cherries and get in as far as you can before you cum. You can turn out the lights and cover up everything but a hole to get your dick into us,” the one who came into the room told me. “It is ok if you don’t want to use a condom. No one would even know I got pregnant or had a baby.”

Terry is going to owe me big time. She knows I wouldn’t refuse to help these girls have at least one good fuck in their lives.

The place in my head showed me a lot of things about this big sixteen-year-old. She was fat because she ate foods that no one knew to ban her from eating. Something in them caused her body to convert the sugars into fat and then store it. Anything she ate in the next twenty-four to thirty-six hours afterward also turned into fat. The thing was, it was food supposed to be healthy. I found what I needed to add to what she was digesting to make that become fat. She would only get the nutrients. Her body got used to getting only six hundred calories a day, and her mom made it all the foods that were causing the girl to be fat. Without her body getting that fat from food, she would burn off the pounds just from the energy it took to keep her legs spread.

“I will be with all of you, ok?” I said. “But there are some rules. First off, your diet. When we get done, we will walk over to your house. I’m going to introduce your mom to a friend of mine, Molly. Then you are going to call your endocrinologist and pediatrician to go off on them. They aren’t worth a shit. You aren’t fat because of bad genes, well, not exactly, but because of what you eat. You have a condition they should have found when you started getting chunky when you started kindergarten. Unlike the crazy health nuts, if you eat celery, blackberries, almonds, soy milk, and peanuts, your body gets screwed up. It converts everything you eat into fat no matter how much the sugars are good ones that shouldn’t do that. Even the proteins get changed into dense fats. I know you weighed yourself this morning before you went out the door to make your mom happy. Well, we are going to knock off a few pounds, maybe more.”

She started to get undressed and then deepthroated my dick.

“At least I can do that right,” she said softly. “Oddly, you aren’t the first person to say that about my weight, but my mom won’t listen to anyone.”

I told her it would hurt to get my dick inside her and then let her scream out bloody murder as I slammed all nine inches into her scorching pussy. She would burn off the pounds during sex, but it would be more than a few because I had her I stretched her muscles, and they were going to hurt. Her body was going to try to stop the pain by pushing back against me.

She is fertile and getting a load of sperm to get her metabolism kick-started.

Two of the four other fat women did have genes causing them to store fat, making it hard to convert it into energy. That was an easy change now that I could simultaneously change a gene in all of a person’s DNA. For the two that remained, they had no desire to control what they ate. Both told me what they had for breakfast. One ate two pounds of bacon and a dozen eggs with a diet soda. The other had six breakfast burritos, a diet soda and ate two jumbo blueberry muffins on the way here.

They ate more calories in one meal than I do most days.

They were the last of the two that I gave a quick poke. I made both ovulate a dozen times, ensured my sperm fertilized all those eggs, and then changed the DNA to make them turn into blighted ova.

All five were pregnant. In the first three, I modified the DNA how the man-in-the-machine suggested would give them healthy and intelligent children. The reason to even modify the DNA was for them to have a child that made them glad they didn’t abort it and gave their virginity to a guy they didn’t even know. Plus, it ensured that paternity tests their parents would run to get child support out of me because I was loaded wouldn’t even be more than a fifty-percent match.

As I told her earlier, the first one I had sex with was dressed and waiting for me to walk her home. She didn’t mind that I stripped her below the waist. I fucked her hard and fast until I pumped more cum inside her. We found a few places where I fucked her right where someone could have seen us on the walk. At the home of the sixteen-year-old, we found a thick packet of medical records.

“Mom! Get your ass out here,” the girl yelled.

Her mom came out looking pissed and about to tear into the girl when she saw me. She was a stick, so were this large girl’s sisters.

I had the fat girl’s mom sit down and told her, “If I ever hear you say anything that makes your daughter feel guilt, or even uncomfortable, about her weight, I will take custody of all your children.”

“You can’t do that,” she said, sitting up proudly.

I smiled and said, “These medical records tell a different story, as does the fresh belt marks on the backs of your other girl’s leg and lower back. We can get back to that discussion in a minute. Do you have any idea how your stubbornness has put your sixteen-year-old daughter’s life at risk? I have detailed medical records of her lab tests. These show that she has a rare condition that certain foods cause her body to store everything she eats as fat. I asked about her meals over the last two days. The majority of her food is comprised of these foods she shouldn’t eat.”

“You’re no doctor, and they are all full of crap,” the women yelled. “She is lazy.”

Molly sent me a text and said I needed to go on a scavenger hunt because I would find out many nasty things about this woman. One had to do with the real reason why she was fattening her daughter on purpose. It also tied into why the girls each had a different father. The sperm donor was never seen by anyone then or since. I got a bit upset with her when she said I would be taking custody of this woman’s kids anyway. If not today, before I left to go home.

You are a bitch sometimes, Molly. Don’t bring Ellen into this sort of shit.

Police descended on the house with shovels, ground-penetrating radar, and meat wagons.

“Can I do the straight jacket? Please?” I asked the three mental-health orderlies trying to get to the girls’ mom.

One looked at me for half of a second before asking if my name was David. When I nodded, he pulled out a stopwatch, had another get out his phone, and told me when to get to the woman. Ellen popped into the room from the hallway. She had a look in her eyes that scared the shit out of everyone, including the crazy mother of the fat girl.

“She is a terrible person, daddy,” Ellen said without taking her eyes off the woman. “Can I please show how it feels to get hunted? It is only fair after what I found outside and in their basement.”

I looked at the head detective, and she said, “If you will promise she won’t escape. I don’t want to have to shoot her. She deserves to have everyone know what she has done.”

“Ellen? How long of a head start?” I asked.

She went to the woman and asked, “How long of a head start?”

A girl, who was maybe six, crawled out of an air return vent. She was dirty and emaciated.

“Carrie. There you are. You hid very well, but I was going to find you eventually. You are a very naughty little girl,” her mother said.

The girl told us, “She only gave me two minutes.”

Ellen answered by saying to the woman, “Two minutes starting right now. Go!”

After thirty seconds, the woman hadn’t moved, so Ellen told her, “Ninety seconds if you want to have a chance of getting away.”

That made the woman twist as a worm dropped on the hot pavement to get an opening to flee the house. Ellen sat there watching the clock as she slowly took off her shoes and socks but kept her clothes on after I gave her a look not to take them off. They would slow her down slightly, but mainly it meant that she couldn’t get to the knife in the hidden area in her leg or the pockets with her small knife.

When the ninety seconds were up, Ellen was off like a cat after a firecracker goes off under its butt.

She didn’t even need to guess which way the woman went. The area without cops seeing where she went was into the woods behind the house. They were overgrown, which wasn’t a problem for Ellen.

About fifteen minutes later, the head detective said, “I will call the K9 units.”

Right about then, we started to hear screaming coming from the woods. Soon Ellen came into view pulling something behind her. Once she was in the clear, we all saw that she held the antlers of a six-point buck. The woman was bound and tossed over the buck’s back, naked.

“Stay back,” Ellen warned as she approached the house.

Ellen turned the buck back toward the woods and let go of the antlers. It didn’t budge an inch. Ellen moved behind it to do something and then slapped the buck on the ass. It jumped to get the woman off it and took off back into the woods.

When Ellen came over to the police detective, she told him, “You need to tell the game warden that someone’s hunting deer out of season. That woman is heavier than she looks. I had to go find a buck strong enough to carry her but young enough to be coerced into being a pack mule.”

“Dad, My father showed me that too. I was too little to carry a kill very far when I was eight. I could take down a larger buck than that one, but it would be a waste with no way to get the meat back to safety. Males of all breeds understand some things at a primal level that make them controllable for a short time. If people hadn’t overhunted those woods, I would have found one faster, or at least a wild boar,” Ellen said before going back over to the woman.

She looked down at the scratched, bruised, and slightly bleeding woman and said, “You owe me your life, as worthless as it is now. I promised to bring you to the police alive. That puma would have killed you instead of just scratching you up if I hadn’t been stalking it. You were mine. It won’t forget my scent or get near any humans again.”

One of the burly male cops said, “Little girl, I don’t know what tricks you are pulling, but there is no way you tracked Sarah Jane. She has been killing livestock and pets for years. No one has been able to see more than a glimpse of her, much less hunt her.”

Ellen looked at him, went to one of the K9 dogs that had arrived, quickly removed the harness and leash, her clothes, and then took off back into the woods.

Maybe ten minutes later, a naked Ellen was walking a mountain lion on a leash. The cat looked as beaten up and scratched as the fat girl’s mother laying on the ground.

Is that fear or respect for an alpha female in that cat’s eyes?

“This her?” Ellen asked.

People backed away as Ellen walked up.

The burly cop said, “It isn’t possible. You are a little girl, and people saw this taking down a bear.”

“Taking down a bear is hard?” Ellen replied. “You want to get someone to take this cat, or should I let her go?”

While they waited on animal control, the darndest thing happened. The big cat turned to Ellen to put a paw on Ellen’s stomach and pushed her to the ground. Ellen didn’t react when this mountain lion began licking Ellen clean like she was one of the lion’s cubs. The cat used her paw to push Ellen over to wash Ellen until clean. Once satisfied, it laid down beside Ellen.

Animal Control arrived in force with tranquilizer guns and rifles. Ellen told them to show her where they wanted her to put the cat and then back off. She had this. After removing the leash and harness, the cat walked a bit behind her as Ellen went to the big truck, opened the cage, and pointed. The mountain lion jumped up inside, turned around, and laid down.

“Don’t do anything to her. I will be right back,” Ellen said, grabbing a bag one of the animal control guys had.

She was back soon with the bag squirming all around. Ellen went to the truck, opened the cage with the mountain lion, put the bag inside, and undid the top. When the cage door slammed, four tiny mountain lion cubs came out of that bag.

Ellen went to the animal control guy, and as she dressed, she said, “Take them somewhere they can live with plenty of forest and few humans. The cubs need their mom right now.”

“I just got a bath, so do I have to take a shower tonight?” Ellen asked like she was begging not to eat her veggies.

The animal control guy asked Ellen and me to step away from the growing crowd going in and out of the family’s basement. Then there were those digging in the yard. I said I would be there in a few minutes, and to wait for me.

I went to the fat girl and her sisters to say, “Go ask the police for boxes and then get everything of yours from your bedrooms or anything else you don’t want to leave. What is going in will be bad from the looks of it. If it is sentimental, like pictures, get them too, but make sure the police get pictures of them all first. Your mom seems a bit batshit crazy.”

The fat girl told me, “I have my father’s parents who have always wanted to adopt me after my father died. Mom wouldn’t let them. I’m going to go live with them. They are on their way to get me. My sisters do need you to take care of them. I don’t know who the little girl is, and neither do my sisters. The police asked mom, but she wouldn’t say where the girl came from, but it wasn’t inside her. My eleven-year-old sister was an emergency c-section, and they had to do a hysterectomy to save my mom’s life.”

I found the lead detective and told him what I had the girls going to do. She assigned a female officer to go with each girl. The little one was around.