Chapter 501: Moving On

I walked Trudy down to the waiting car to give her a final hug and kiss. I sat on the porch as I used my implant to track her to the airport. It was a private jet, so she was soon in the air.

I got the message that it was one of mine, but not one of the ultrafast jets. Whoever they came from sent me a message that they didn’t want to risk anything that could affect Trudy’s pregnancy. They then told me that I could visit with her mom for a few hours before picking up Trudy to drive her to her new house in Ireland if I wanted.

Molly sat beside me, pulled my arm around her, and moved in to hug me. I expected a quick hug, but she surprised me when she snuggled closer. We sat like that for almost an hour.

“I will miss her too, David,” is all that Molly said, which was more than I’ve heard her speak in a while.

Is this Molly when she is sad?

We headed inside and went to sit in the den with my parents, April, Ellen, and my siblings. The other kids staying over were all upstairs or in the rec room. Everyone was going to miss having Trudy here. She was a sister that grew up and moved away. I had Molly on one side, Ellen on the other, and April in my lap. I thought back to when I had my dick buried in Trudy in the4 old house while watching a movie with my parents before bed.

For the rest of the week, I chose to stay home and not go wandering somewhere that seemed to have me end up away from home.

It is nice to stop and look over my businesses to know what is happening.

Elena sent me a picture of her with Trudy in Ireland on Sunday. Elena had taken Trudy to have a pregnant woman spa day. Since Elena and her dad loved to spend time in Ireland and Scotland, they had various properties in those countries. Elena knew a lot about the area where Trudy and her mom moved, so she wanted to show Trudy around. Part of the things to do was get Trudy an international driver’s license. The performance driving school certificates were accepted internationally as proof of having the required driving skills.

I told everyone, “Trudy should be right at home driving on the left side of the road. She spent enough time passing people in the oncoming traffic lane.”

Part of Elena’s plan was to help Trudy settle in and get a good start on her new life. I hadn’t known they had spent plenty of time together since Trudy graduated high school. I suspect that Elena knew about Trudy’s mom’s company splitting that division off and naming Trudy’s mom as the CEO before Trudy did.

Molly came over to watch a movie with my family each night. She cuddled up in bed with me, but we didn’t have sex. That was fine since neither of us seemed in the mood. On some level, we needed each other right now.

I had walked the kids to school. I saw a moving truck at Chrissy’s house on the way back. Her mom was sitting out on the front porch waiting for me.

“I know that Trudy leaving was hard on you, David,” Chrissy’s mom told me. “You’re the big brother Chrissy needed so badly for many years. She has become the young woman she is today because of you and your parents. I wish you had never learned of the elite families or the group I belong to. You weren’t supposed to get involved. You ended up the most powerful person in the world in a short time while still barely old enough to drive. That seemed fated not to be, so you ended up the richest man in the world instead. Taking only those by themselves, you did more before becoming an adult than a tenth of a percent of all of the humans in recorded history going back thousands of years. When you went to rescue April, you became the most feared and respected by the world’s leaders.”

She had to stop to direct the movers on some things in the house.

When Chrissy’s mom returned, she said, “You decrypting data never meant to be seen by human eyes for decades, if not centuries, caused more problems for those in my world than you can imagine. We found that what you learned was equivalent to a third-string football player getting kicked off a high school football team for bad grades. Someone uncovered why our group split off from the elite families, and it wasn’t as told for decades. Three-quarters of the families in my group turned down a dead-end street with a mob carrying torches and pitchforks hot on their heels.”

Movers interrupted again.

Once she finally got back to me, I learned that the original group of families that split off the elite families masterfully managed to pull off an excellent vanishing act. They had to fake the deaths of entire families to disappear from the wrath of the elite families.

It seems they sold out the man at the top, his successor, and the top six elite families to the world’s kings, dictators, and governments. In the ensuing chaos, those making up the original group that split from the elites appeared to have died out. These people hid out in places the elites wouldn’t find them. Over generations, they carefully groomed some family members to believe their families were evil abominations of power, greed, and corruption of the world’s governments. Those they groomed prepared to join the group affiliated with Chrissy’s mom the next time their elite family decided to clean house after a major mess-up or a new head of their family took over. Information that should have stayed in the family got sent to Chrissy’s mom’s group.

The quarter that remained was oblivious to the group’s actual origins.

“David, the people I worked with closely are dead. Various elite families exterminated the entire bloodline for retribution. They don’t take kindly to a part of their family selling them out, even if it happened long ago. Skylar, Mary, and Corwin met secretly with representatives for what remained. The three agreed that there needed to be someone to counterbalance the elite families. Those exterminated families’ vast financial and business resources still need to be held outside the elite families. These resulting groups are from arranged marriages of children, kept ignorant about their family’s business dealings and history to people outside the group. Some smarter people in the families, who never had aspirations of rising to power, saw the truth and carefully fostered these marriages as ways to bring in new families unlikely to be assassinated if the elite families ever learned the truth,” she told me. “I know all the details and where the bodies got buried concerning three exterminated families. Based on your three lovers’ suggestions, I became part of the offshoot group and took over everything that belonged to those three dead families. I must keep Chrissy safe, David, which means moving as far from you as possible. Oddly, it has nothing to do with your being an immortal god. I’m the only group member that knows about you, David. Amelia and her team would freely give their lives to keep your secret. Unless you gave it to someone else, you are the only living person in the world with the data you found and decrypted.”

She went inside, and Chrissy came out to sit with me.

After a while, Chrissy said, “I was so young when mom told me we had to move to be safe from some bad people. Where we were moving would keep me safe from them. That first time I stayed at your house was an emergency that mom had no way of preparing for in advance. She woke me early this morning to explain what she could tell me without me learning anything that would put me on anyone’s radar. Mom did say that a big part of why we moved here was to have her keep an eye on you. She explained that her boss said you were important somehow. They meant for me to stay the bratty little kid next door that annoyed you, but we know that isn’t how things worked out. Everyone I know and love is here, David. Mom talked around it a lot, and I know she lied to you about why we are moving. I made a lot of bad choices regarding sexual partners. Camden told me that after we returned from that spring break at the resort with her, Bambi, Bart, Tee, and Dee, a day would come when mom and I would need to move to a new place. I needed to think about that day coming to be ready when it happened. She told me that you would understand and handle it better than I would if she hadn’t told me to prepare myself for it to happen. Mom said that I wouldn’t see you again. We both know that if I were ever in trouble and needed help, you would know and find me. She told me that people like Corwin, Mary, and Skylar knew that too, and they don’t want to be between you and me if you are on your way to help me. I hate that this happened only days after Trudy suddenly moved away.”

She wanted to say more, but Amelia and her team arrived in a big hurry. They rushed Chrissy and her mom through their house, into my backyard, and the gate toward where Molly built Ellen’s playground. I heard the tell-tale sounds of one of the nearly silent helicopters police and ABC agencies use that have the shrouded tail rotor. It came in fast, landed for less than a minute, and then headed off quickly.

Amelia was waiting for me just inside the door to my house.

“My team and I will all be dead before someone can get to Chrissy to hurt her. You know the score, but it still sucks. Of all the people in the world I’ve met, I hate that you are the one having a little sister taken from you and told that you two couldn’t talk or see each other again. We know that you can say the word, and there would never be a need for her to leave, but it would mean the death of many kids in elite families. Unlike you, the elite families saw Chrissy as a commoner and thus nothing more than a cum dump for their sons Chrissy wanted to fuck. She is a rung below Bambi on their worth ladder. Earlier today, they found out that Chrissy is the daughter of the head of a family on par with the top five most powerful elite families. They saw her at your house the day the people brought you what they owed Darren to you,” Amelia told me. “In their minds, with no father and her mom only being a woman, you are the one the elite families must approach to discuss marriage possibilities to their sons she let fuck her. By her status now, she is the only one to choose who she marries. Only her vanishing off everyone’s radar will stop that happening.”

I discovered that a printer, like the man in the machine sent to me, sat in the helicopter that took Chrissy and her mom. Amelia only knew that it didn’t tie to him in any way. Both women were getting entirely new names, impossible to disprove histories and the associated identification. This happened all those years ago when they moved in next door to me. Chrissy was her original first name, and they took her mom’s maiden name. The documents didn’t have pictures on them yet.

Chrissy and her mom would never have existed when the helicopter landed at its destination. That part was a deal Chrissy’s mom made with the man-in-the-machine should it ever be needed. Amelia didn’t have or want any details regarding that arrangement. As much as she wanted to stay long enough for a quickie, she had already been here too long. Her team left as decoys to cover Chrissy and her mom’s departure. Amelia sported a sweaty jumpsuit that matched those of the moving company. A company hat made her look like any other forgettable face on a moving crew. She slipped back inside Chrissy’s old house to carry out the last few things before getting into one of the trucks as they departed.

I can feel you, even if you don’t know about me.

Searching for the energy colors needed was unmistakable. When I told myself to look, I found four people like Steve and Jane trying to vaporize any traces of Chrissy or her mom’s DNA anywhere in the neighborhood. Another team was doing the same at the school and where Chrissy hung out.

They already did that when Chrissy moved into the mansion next to mine.

I may not be able to see her again, at least for a while, but I can ensure that the only traces of Chrissy and her mom’s DNA anywhere in the world are inside the clothes they are wearing right now.

It was as easy as snapping my fingers to have the place in my head interface my implant to find every trace of their DNA. I put a shield around them and then vaporized whatever remained on earth.

Since I had located them as they flew away, I also found the secured phones they now carried.

“Sorry for the aches and pain. You will both look great as red-heads,” I sent to their phones.

Chrissy has gotten enough tidbits of conversations to know there is more to me than anyone would tell her. Let her mom explain what the fuck happened.

I was still pissed at her mom for not at least letting Chrissy have more than a few minutes to say goodbye. I changed Chrissy’s mom’s body which would cause her to put on another twenty pounds, requiring her to work out for two hours a day to get it back off again. I gave her the red hair equivalent to dirty blonde and replaced the soft, fine hairs in her bush with thick, coarse ones. Some of the twenty pounds ended up in her tits, causing them to sag more than she should at her age. While I did tweak her eye color a bit more towards green, I did change the pattern to give her what I knew would help her express her new power.

Chrissy, on the other hand, got a complete makeover.

I changed her DNA to give her beautiful strawberry-blonde hair with ringlets that she always commented were cute on girls in school or little kids we happened to see somewhere.

It did come at a price.

I tweaked her greenish-brown eyes to be close to brown to match her freckles and hair color. She got freckles from head to toe that matched her hair color. I ensured she had them on her nose and cheeks under her eyes.

While Chrissy did get a full bush, it was soft, fine hair with only enough on the sides of her pussy to give some color to her pale skin.

Because I loved her like a sister, I redid the bones in her pelvis and hips. She had gotten wider than normal hips from her dad’s side of the family. I made sure Chrissy would have no issues having children and changed them into narrower ones that fit her new body style. Most of the bone I removed from her hips, I used to add four inches to her leg and arm bones to take her from five-foot-two to five-foot-six. The rest changed her fingers, hands, feet, and toes to be the correct proportions for her new petite, taller body. She always had a long torso, so I didn’t need to mess with it. Her tits, though, went from a thirty-eight-C to a thirty-two-B. Anything more looked out of proportion. I ended up moving some fat from her butt, tits, and stomach to where it would come out the next time she got on the throne. I had to leave some to keep her clothes from falling off when she stood up, but I did rupture the cell walls so those fat cells would permanently disappear. I made the changes needed for her DNA and tweaked her metabolism to ensure she kept her new petite body. As an afterthought, I regrew her cherry and tightened her over-fucked pussy. Some little moving of cells changed her clit to be more sensitive. I also removed three-quarters of the thickness of her clit’s hood. It was one of the issues with her getting off when playing with it. I expanded and lengthened her tiny g-spot and made sure the nerves in the front of her pussy were fully connected in her brain.

I never noticed it before, but they had microscopic gaps, while she always had thick connections from her clit, g-spot, and pussy to the place in her brain that makes her cum. My implant showed me that this caused her to need more stimulation to force the signals across the gaps. It was a quick fix.

As a bonus, I corrected her vision to be better than twenty-twenty and fixed a minor defect in her ear canal shape that caused her a bit of hearing loss. She only wore glasses to drive, and with my changing her nose to match her body, those wouldn’t fit anyway.

I sent her pictures of her new body, dressed and nude. I made sure to give her a spread-pussy shot so she could see she had a cherry again. No chance of getting a tampon in her new, tight pussy or through her cherry. With a cutaway, I showed that she was back to only using pads.

When she finished the pictures, I turned on the face-facing camera on her phone. I got to enjoy the pleasure of watching her find out that the images I sent were of how she looked right now. It was a joy watching as her hand went to her face to see that it was indeed her. She was wearing a hat, hoodie, and sweatpants. They only took a short flight to a secured runway two hundred miles away. It is where Amelia would arrive shortly to provide security for the flight to their next stop.

I managed to have a backpack beat her to the airport. It had three new bras, not that she would need them for support until she had her first kid. There was a three-pack of panties, shorts, sneakers, socks, longer sweatpants, different style tops, and a dress that would make her rock her new body. I knew her well enough that she would pick this over the other outfits even though she hated dresses. Her mom was on her own.

One of the people on her security detail had the backpack waiting for Chrissy when she got out of the aircraft.

I sent her phone a message that said, “Put on the backpack, go inside, and change. Your clothes don’t fit anymore. Don’t question it, Chrissy. Just go with it. Trust me. I love you and had to be sure that you were safe. No putting anything in your tight pussy, not even tampons. Flick your clit when you get on the throne to wait for the nasty shit you will need shortly after landing. Please, take it easy and be gentle until you get used to it. Don’t ask your mom about what happened to you or her on the flight. Amelia won’t question it when she sees you and your mom when she arrives.”

I didn’t send her mom anything about how I changed Chrissy. Since Chrissy got off first, and then her mom a few minutes later, she would get payback for how she let me know they were moving.

I laughed as I watched on the security cameras as she frantically started searching around looking for Chrissy. It didn’t help that I had changed Chrissy’s voice to be higher and have a different tone.

Chrissy’s mom had no choice but to accept that the petite, freckled, pale strawberry blonde was her daughter. They were the only two people in this secured section of the airport. She had seen Chrissy walk in, and the only way out was through the door Chrissy entered.