Chapter 502: The Undead Passing On

He let the various clips run through twice before saying, “A cell phone, teeth, and DNA from the human remains from the site confirmed that the mother and her daughter Chrissy died in the explosion, along with the two pilots and some other passengers. We don’t yet have any details about funeral arrangements.”

That was fast.

My parents were devastated once the shock wore off.

Not being able to tell my parents anything about what happened was worse for them than Chrissy’s rapid departure this morning. At least they weren’t shocked when I told them I was going to Molly’s house.

Molly would have already processed the loss, grieved, and moved on by the time it took me to drive over to her house. Dolly and Nelly were still in shock. Annie had found out as soon as the people who blew up the plane provided proof of their success. She told Crystal but knew they had to keep it quiet. Tonight wasn’t the time to come over.

Paula sent me an encrypted text that she knew things weren’t what people were seeing.

I pulled into the garage with Dolly and Nelly shortly before Bambi managed to get the near-catatonic Bart into my house.

“I thought all the trucks were them finally getting all new furniture,” Bart said. “That had to be why Chrissy didn’t come to school today. I asked her if she was okay at lunchtime, but the text returned as undeliverable. From what they said on the news, shortly before the explosion, I got a text without any way to see who sent it. It said that they had to run away, they would miss me, they loved me, and bye. I don’t understand. What would they have done to make them need to run away?”

You can tell them. All four have met elite families.

“It is sketchy, but there is, or was, a group of families that used to be part of the elite families but split off. It happened long enough ago that the elite families forgot about them. Chrissy’s mom worked for one of those ex-elite families. It was why she was always traveling for her job. Chrissy’s mom found out that the group had been perpetuating a lie told by the heads of families way back then. Chrissy’s mom was waiting for me after I walked Ellen to school. She didn’t have long to explain. Some new families got added to their group over the years, but the core group of families did not want to deal with what comes with being an elite family. They were lesser families who got skipped over when they were next in line to take over the family after someone died,” I started explaining. “Names were changed, new languages learned, and money stolen from their larger family. They got into things that the elites found couldn’t be made any cheaper by using slave labor, children, or prisoners. Profits existed, just not the twenty-plus percent the elite families want.”

“I’m confused,” Bambi said. “The people Chrissy’s mom worked for ran away from the elite families, like Ellen’s dad and uncle. They then got into the businesses that the elite families weren’t interested in running. Why would that be a problem? I know that some elite families can be petty and spiteful, but it sounds like they didn’t even know this group of families existed.”

I gave them a high level about the elites finding that the ex-elite families were responsible for the times police and governments knew the right places and time to make a big bust. That original lie persisted, but as the new head of the family took over, they, and they alone, learned the truth. The elite families learned about it and exterminated entire bloodlines. Only the ones they later added, who only knew the lie, remain alive.

Chrissy’s mom worked for three women with professional ties to two more.

“But you said she wasn’t part of those ex-elite families? Why is she dead?” Bart wanted to know before breaking down.

Nelly had grown so much recently that I hardly noticed she had been working out. She pulled Bart over, got him in her lap, pushed his head into her chest, and cuddled him while he cried.

Is Nelly already fourteen? She’s taller than Bart now. Damn, how time flies.

I sent Molly a message with my implant, “Nelly is taller than Bart now. I don’t see any signs that her body has restarted puberty.

“She began puberty at thirteen years, four months, two days, and five hours, approximately,” came the reply. “Breast, ovaries, uterus, and clitoral development unresponsive. Unsure about the presence of pubic hair. Please analyze and correct if required. Rosie is a beautiful woman who makes me curious about seeing if we are compatible.”

“Tastes and smells like honey,” I sent back.

I got a surprising smiley back from Molly.

Someone is happy about Chrissy and her mom dying.

“David, Bart is in good hands,” Bambi said with fire behind her eyes. “I need to find inner peace. I will be downstairs trying to destroy your training dummies.”

“No, you won’t. It isn’t what you need. Faith is waiting just outside this room to take you to the complex. They have everything you are going to need. I will see you in the morning. She will make sure you can get up to my suite there,” I told her as I stood her up and hugged her. “Corwin’s mom is handling the funeral arrangements to keep the families from killing each other for that, however long it takes. They can focus on finding out who and why. Chrissy was my little sister, and the elite families knew it. Alani will need someone to give her what her family can’t. I don’t expect that I will get to be that person for her. Do you know how I stripped Alani and sent her to swim the day she came to pay what her family owed Darren? Chrissy treated Alani like any other kids that hung out at my house, letting Alani be a carefree kid for that little time.”

“Yeah. Alani kept finding some reason to sneak away from her responsibilities, bodyguards, and family to hang out with Chrissy and her friends,” Bambi told me. “Bart was always there too. I asked her about it once, and she said to me that knowing she was the head of an elite family was a comfort.”

Dolly just needed to be fucked hard and long.

When we were showering, she said, “I think I got some of Molly’s Autistic genes. I loved Chrissy like a sister, and I’m sad, but it isn’t tearing me up inside. You are an expert at ignoring things around you and what you are feeling. We both needed to have a nice long fuck because we did, not because Chrissy is gone.”

Yeah. I did, didn’t I? When did I last have sex? Has it been a few days or more?

Camden came over later and said, “Thank you for knowing what people need when they don’t know themselves. Faith told me that Bambi has sparred with six different guys with black belts in some martial arts. She put them on the mats until they couldn’t get back up immediately and then fucked them hard. One of the techs grabbed her, threw her on the floor, fucked her pussy until Bambi said it hurt to cum, then he put her in a smash room. He’s a few months younger than her, but Faith thinks Bambi found herself a boyfriend.”

“Tommy. That is the guy that Bambi is going to make her boyfriend,” Ellen told us. “He is honest and sweet. I like him.”

Dad had gotten himself together, but mom was still a wreck. Ellen had gone to Camden’s to get my triplet daughter to distract mom. Becky had Crimilda get April and my siblings to spend the night with Aubry and Becky’s younger children. April and Ellen knew there was a secret I couldn’t tell them, but I needed their help with mom and dad because of Chrissy dying. They understood and would do everything they could.

Dolly borrowed a car to head back home. Camden took Bart home after the pediatrician got him something to help over the next few days.

After I helped dad get mom into bed and sedated, I went up to get some sleep before the carnival started.

Nelly was naked on my bed, waiting for me.

“Can we take a shower before bed?” she asked, so we took one.

I started to pull on some boxer briefs, but Nelly stopped me. Nelly got me to spoon up behind her. Without a word, she reached between her legs to put my dick in the tiny gap between her legs. Once she talked about random things, like school gossip, I let myself get down to business.

I did a head-to-toe scan on Nelly. She had all the right hormones in the expected locations, and her brain thought it was making her body develop, too. I got off track when I found the cause.

You haven’t provided any benefit to anything on Earth, you fucking alien! The bodies your offspring consume or your toxins cause a blight wherever they are laid to rest. Even the cremated ashes poison anything they touch. Every version and mutation of you will now cease to exist.

This parasite didn’t particularly like learning that any offspring inside a host’s body got vaporized. I used a shield to force all its tendrils from where they connected inside their host’s uterus. I let it have a brief chance to hope that it could kill the host on the way out. It found itself encased inside a shield. I vaporized the eggs and toxins inside each parasite, compressed it, and simultaneously pulled it out of their hosts. In my head, I heard tens of thousands of girls and women screaming together as I rid them of this parasite.

I felt the energy sent from them into space as I let the shields around them slowly close inward to compact this parasite. I felt a warning was the last thing these parasites emitted before the pressure caused the atoms inside to reach critical mass and vaporized in the short-lived mini star that resulted.

Should I feel any guilt about exterminating this parasite anywhere it exists on Earth?

We now return to our previously scheduled removal of what is causing Nelly not to develop into a woman.

I found millions of girls and women worldwide with the residue the parasites left inside any host body they entered, even those where the parasites left without killing their host or starved to death.

As Nelly’s body began the work of purging the “ash” from the vaporized residue, I watched as all those built-up hormones and fat reserves surged through her body. Her nipples changed from flat, pale pink, dime-sized undeveloped spots on her chest into a darker pink cone the diameter of a quarter. I controlled the rapid development of her clit and pussy lips. Somehow I knew that her pussy lips would be hanging out of her at least three inches. She would also have a clit the size of an undeveloped ten-year-old boy’s penis. The sensitive pink head would always protrude outside the protection of the hood when she was horny.

Molly was pissed that I directly linked into her brain to show her the rapid changes to Nelly’s body, highlighting those I was controlling to keep them from getting out of control.

“DAVID! YOU CAN’T DO THIS WITH ME,” Molly screamed at me. “IT IS TOO MUCH, TOO FAST FOR ME. YOU WILL DAMAGE MY BRAIN. USE YOUR IMPLANT!”

I pulled it back out of Molly’s head, connected it through my shield to my implant, and had it connect to Molly. I felt the difference immediately. It was like disconnecting from a ten-gigabit LAN to tether to a cellphone in an area with spotty data coverage.

“Please, wait a few more seconds. I need you to refill the depleted energy reserves your direct connection to my brain caused. The copious amounts of vaginal secretions from constant, intense orgasms requires me to rehydrate, but I don’t have the energy to move. I also need to get a towel to dry up the large puddle,” Molly told me.

Now Molly understands how it feels to get a mini-novel from a few quick flicks by an Autistic person that communicates using the Molly Speaks app.

I gave her the energy refill, and she told me to go away. I needed to pay attention to Nelly, not what was now happening in Nelly’s body.

With Nelly’s clit and pussy lips back on track to develop correctly now, I started paying attention to Nelly again.

During the time I spent eradicating the parasite, removing the parasite residue, and ensuring Nelly’s sexual development was under control, Nelly discovered that her clit was different. She moved to push me back into the gap and scoot forward when she missed the target a bit. I found Nelly on her back, knees to the side, and her heels touching her butt. I didn’t need to give her any hints on that task.

I know she could take all nine inches of my dick, but that isn’t happening soon. I have something to keep her from looking for a dick to scratch her other itch.

I went to the toy drawer to find her a long, slender one. It was only a bit bigger than the finger she was plunging into her well to lubricate her clit. Nelly did this so automatically that it wasn’t something entirely new. I made one change to ensure that she wouldn’t want to rub her clit until she cooled off a bit, but it wouldn’t get too sensitive to touch when she came down off cum mountain. Now her getting herself off three times in three minutes was all hers.

I took her right hand, put the dildo in it, showed her the button on the bottom to turn it on, and then used her thumb to turn it on and off a few times. Once I turned it on, I moved it down, lined it up, and gave it a little nudge. It slid inward to where the base flared out to act as a stopper. I knew all the right places inside her pussy, so I held her hand as I pulled it almost out of her. A change in angle pushed the vibrating tip against the start of her g-spot. Slowly I guided her hand so that I dragged her g-spot back before sliding over the nearly two-inch-long rough patch inside her pussy. I found the optimum angle that put as much of her g-spot in contact with the vibrator.

Nelly doesn’t need any further tutoring to get the hang of things.

Her body did make her work for that release. I did cheat a bit to help her muscles get the energy they needed to finish the job.

Nelly came hard for almost a minute and then fell asleep.

Nelly woke me up around five in the morning, crying. With the parasite’s residue gone, Nelly got a double-whammy from her surging hormones. The full impact of Chrissy being dead hit her like a ton of bricks. I managed to get her settled down enough to use the bathroom. Before she could start crying again, I moved her in front of a mirror.

Once she got herself together, she turned to me and asked, “We didn’t, uh, you know, last night, did we? I’ve known it would go in me when I got mad at Chrissy for calling me a little girl and pushing in the fake dick she couldn’t get to go inside her. Only a tiny bit stuck out. I haven’t put anything in there for a long time, but it is sore like that day. I’m not sure if I had another sex dream or if we did do it last night.”

I picked up the freshly washed and now discretely wrapped vibrator.

“You weren’t dreaming, Nelly, but this is what made you sore. Please take it easier next time,” I told her and watched her blush down between her newly grown mounds.

She hugged me before she said, “Oh, good! If that happened, I wouldn’t be able to sleep in bed with you again, even if we both wore clothes. I don’t want to have to stop getting to sleep with you sometimes. Things would just be weird.”

“You need new clothes,” I told her as I reached down to cup the pink pyramid-capped half baseball-sized tits that grew overnight. She still had straight hips, but her body burned through much of the baby fat. Nelly hadn’t lost any weight, but she grew an inch taller, lost most of her butt, and needed deodorant.

I don’t know what made me do it, but I dug through the drawer in my vanity to find the deodorant mom had to custom order for Chrissy when she first got body odor. It was more potent than the “clinical strength” ones sold in stores. I somehow knew that Nelly needed it for her body odor and to help her get through Chrissy’s dying.

“I claim the first pit shave,” I joked when I found some short dark hair in her armpits.

She stood there with wide eyes as she verified that she did indeed have hair under her arms. That got a leg up on the counter as she got a hand mirror to check for pussy hair. It wasn’t much, but it made her happier than seeing hair under her arms or finding she had small tits now.

Nelly grabbed the deodorant and put it on as she said, “No way am I going to shave my pits until my mom tells me it is time that I need to shave them, as she did for Molly and Dolly. Do you know how happy it will make her now that she can finally show me how to do it?”

Out on my bed, I found clothes for Nelly that showed off all the changes from overnight. While she probably needed a bra, she had a t-shirt that fit her as tightly as the one she had on last night. Her pants and panties were the exact sizes she wore yesterday. The cuff showed they were now at least an inch shorter. She no longer had the butt needed to keep her pants and panties up. Without the hips yet for them to rest on, her pants and panties kept falling down. They would end up stopping by her much smaller butt most of the time. Everyone got at least one good peek at the hairs on the sides of her pussy, and the few just above her clit before Nelly managed to keep them from falling further. If not for her mom drilling in the importance of modesty, Nelly would have let them drop around her feet so everyone could get a good look.

Anyone able to see the indoor pool got a good look at the changes that happened overnight.

Around lunch, her mom came over to get Nelly. She offered to take my siblings, but they would stay with Becky. Chrissy was their big sister. They may not understand death, but excluding them wouldn’t be acceptable. Nelly chose a tank top to replace the t-shirt but put on the panties and shorts. Her mom noticed the second time Nelly let her pants and panties drop around her ankles.

“So much for the dress that I picked for you to wear to the funeral, Nelly. I guess we are going clothes shopping and you need a razor. You will have to shave your pits soon,” she told Nelly.