Chapter 538: Damn, I Have A Lot Of Kids

I can’t help being how I’ve become. If I helped you set the bar higher for your troops, then I can live with that.

The little girl in my arms was dead to the world, so I carried her while checking in on the various condo-style dorms. We were on the path between buildings when the girl started squirming and struggling to get down. I put her on her feet. She ran over to the grass while pulling down her shorts and panties.

Damn, her eyeballs must have been floating.

As soon as she got me back in her arms, she was back to sleep.

I kept carrying the little girl around with me. After three hours, she woke up from her extended nap.

“Thanks. I haven’t been able to let anyone hold me in a long time,” the girl told me.

I finally realized something I should have already known.

I looked at her and asked, “You’re as deaf as a post, aren’t you?”

“I wasn’t always. I heard something I shouldn’t have, and my father slapped his cupped hands over my ears. It broke the three tiny bones and burst both of my eardrums. I think I cried for almost a month before one of the girls that liked long-range shooting took me up to the roof. Without being able to hear, I could hyper-focus on what I was doing. It is also why my siblings and cousins kept being able to sneak in and steal any lenses I had finished getting perfect,” she told me. “The glasses lab here made sure I knew what I was doing before letting me use the computerized lens shaping machine. I still had to hand-polish them to get them exactly how I wanted them. The machines saved me days of work.”

I used my implant to look at her ears while she talked. Her father deserved to suffer, slowly, for the rest of his life, for doing this to a little girl. Fortunately, this is an easy fix when you have machines that can fabricate microscopic structures.

“Do you want to hear again?” I asked her.

Her excited nod was all I needed to see.

When we went to medical, I found a surgeon who had done hundreds of middle ear bone replacements and repaired eardrums.

“Mr. Jones? I got told to bring these here. Be careful. They are tiny,” a tech told me.

“How can I help you, David?” the surgeon asked.

I moved the little girl to stand in front of me and said, “You have a patient that needs to have these tiny synthetic bones replacing the crushed ones in her ears. She will need to have her eardrums repaired too. I don’t know what remains of it in there. Her dad burst them on purpose. He hit her again with the sides of his hands to break the bones. It is a surprise he didn’t fracture her skull or break her jaw as hard as he hit her.”

He took the container holding this girl’s two new sets of earbones, looked at them closely, and then said, “Besides rescuing me from my arrogance and attitude, you have shown me that I made the right choice to come work for you. When they checked her before surgery, they informed me that her cochlea isn’t damaged.”

“Do you want me to try to fix your ears, honey?” he asked the girl.

She was trying to pull off her clothes in the hallway to prepare for surgery.

“You don’t have to take off your panties, sweetheart,” a nurse told her.

The girl held them out from her and fanned her nose.

No words are needed.

A nurse guided the girl to a room to get a quick shower first. Once done, they helped her get her hair pinned up out of the way so they didn’t need to shave any off. Her nurse told the girl to hug me because she would be in surgery for a while and then be in the hospital for a few days.

“Why?” she asked.

“Because, little lady, you aren’t going to go blow out your new eardrums shooting your rifles. We are also going to fatten you up a bit. You shouldn’t be skin and bones,” the surgeon told her.

A dentist told her, “You are also getting six teeth pulled that are blocking your adult teeth from coming in.”

A pediatrician behind him said, “We are also going to fix your broken nose and re-break your leg to set it properly to fix that limp. Having David carry you around was an excellent ruse to keep him from noticing it. We were going to do it next week, but since we are putting you under, we might as well do it all simultaneously.”

The doctor signed to the little girl, “We are also going to fix the damage in front and back. At least you did that and didn’t have it done to you.”

I watched as the little girl blushed in embarrassment. She hugged and kissed me before happily skipping off to get prepped for surgery.

Before I could go far, the pediatrician pulled me off into a side hallway and said, “We checked with multiple family members. No one ever molested her. That was our first thought upon seeing the scars between her legs. The poor kid had a rough few months after losing her hearing. I grew up in the country, but that doesn’t mean I approve of letting children shoot, much less fabricate high-power rifles. In her case, it saved her from causing her vagina and intestines irreparable damage. I don’t think I will ever get used to this first group of children. I had two textbook psychopaths begging me to do all I could to fix the damage this little girl caused herself in her despair. They agreed to do whatever the mental health doctors demanded in exchange. I heard about what Lindy did to the two boys that tried to kill everyone in the room. I don’t get it.”

“She wanted to ensure they knew she didn’t like what they tried to do to her. It doesn’t mean that their actions caused her to stop loving or caring for them. Lindy is going to thrive in her new family. I expect most of the kids I brought here will grow into better people than would have happened under their father’s thumbs. Suzie will find out quickly that the kids in her building are light years ahead of her in big divas. She is going to have a quick attitude adjustment. Expect to see her coming in with bruises and scrapes over the next few weeks,” I advised the pediatrician.

I’m hungry again. When did I last eat something?

I couldn’t believe it was almost eight at night.

I found the open cafeteria and headed right into the back. I found some soup bowls and loaded them with vegetables, rice, potatoes, and salad. In the walk-in cooler, I saw they had New York strip steaks. I got four of them and begged a chef to cook them. While I waited, I ate everything I had put in the bowls and returned for a second helping. One of the helpers came over to put four giant baked potatoes on plates with a mound of broccoli. Once my steaks were done, the helper put a steak per plate. I found a tray big enough for the four plates and took them out into the dining room to find a table. I got some sports drinks and dug in. I was still hungry after finishing all that food, so I went back into the kitchen to get two bowls of hard-boiled eggs cut up for salads. Seeing that they had two grills loaded with chicken, I asked for a big bowl of chicken when they finished cooking it.

“How much do you eat?” a slightly chunky teenage girl asked. “I put on pounds while eating a spinach salad and looking at a piece of salmon or chicken. The steaks were at least thirty-five hundred calories and around two pounds of fat. I can’t even guess the hundreds of grams of carbs you’ve eaten.”

I laughed and said, “Don’t forget the sports drink.”

“Go ahead and laugh at me. Everyone else does,” Tina sulked.

“Please, get some applesauce and pull up a chair. Add some cinnamon if you want. All that is in it is apples,” I told Tina.

She returned a few minutes later and started eating her two cups of applesauce. I put some grilled chicken in a bowl and pushed that toward Tina. The cooks brought Tina out some freshly steamed spinach and some rice. She tore into the food like a school of piranha.

When I had finished eating, Tina looked sated and happy.

“Time for a walk,” I told her after we put our dishes on the line to get washed.

After twenty minutes, Tina said, “I was skin and bones until I hit puberty. I prayed, well, I wished hard, for big tits so that I would grab men’s eyes. I wanted to get married as soon as possible, even if I couldn’t even have sex yet. Be careful what you wish for and all. I have thirty-eight Cs now. They came with some extra baggage. Everyone in my family teases me about being fat. It hit home when I used the outdoor shower and asked one of my male cousins what happened to my pussy. He couldn’t see anything with my fat legs, stomach, and big butt, not even when I bent over and parted my legs to wash. I’ve been dieting ever since I started being a few pounds overweight when I was twelve. I haven’t felt this full in a long time.”

“You don’t lose weight by starving yourself because, at some point, your body will make you stuff yourself with what gets it the calories it needs. Usually, this is from things like sugary snacks. It wants to be sure you have reserves for the next time and store them as fat. You had about a thousand calories but also proteins and fiber. It isn’t how much or how little you eat. It is what you eat. Salads are ok, but you need to have proteins too. Put some salmon or chicken in the salad. All those working in the cafeterias are also nutritionists. Tell them that you want to lose the extra pounds and not be hungry all the time. The big thing is that you have to do something to burn calories. Masturbation doesn’t do as much as you might think, and sitting on your butt reading, watching TV, or playing video games isn’t doing anything.”

We continued to walk around the complex, but I sped up the pace gradually so that we were right to the point that she wouldn’t be able to talk due to breathing too fast. I ensured that we did stop periodically to drink and stay hydrated. While I did listen to see if the things she told me were important and needed to respond to, it was mostly her bitching and moaning. Tina had put on weight, and the kids in her family’s cruelty grew in proportion to her size. Her idea of dieting was either not to eat or only things with no nutritional value, like air-popped popcorn and rice cakes. She stuffed her face with sugary and salty snacks no matter how hard she tried. Tina had very little protein in her diet.

“I need to stop to use the bathroom,” Tina said as we were nearing one of the buildings.

She ducked inside and was there for a while. We had to stop for three more bathroom breaks before ending up outside “my” condo.

I found that I had a large master on the main floor, an indoor pool, a hot tub, and an outdoor shower. Upstairs I had six bedrooms, each with king-sized beds and full bathrooms, plus outdoor shared showers. The kitchen stayed fully stocked with anything that I wanted to eat.

“Tina, drink some sports and then get in the hot tub. I doubt you’ve been anywhere you can walk five miles at once. You’re going to be sore if you don’t,” I told her.

She blushed and said, “I’m hoping that walking isn’t the only reason I’m sore.”

Tina took a quick shower before getting in the hot tub. I rinsed off and joined her.

It is eleven-thirty at night, and you walked five miles. You won’t stay awake long enough to have sex.

She fell asleep in the hot tub. I gave her enough energy to have her stand to let me dry her off and then took her upstairs to put her to bed.

Something isn’t right here. Tina is bald as a baby.

Using the place in my head with my implant, I found that Tina was barely a teenager. Scanning her body showed that she might have thought she hit puberty some time ago but only began to bud breasts about two months ago.

Her thirty-eight Cs putting on two hundred pounds in the last two years.

The boy had been right about not being able to see her pussy anymore. She has no chance of getting her finger in there, much less a dick for a year or so.

I used the triplet’s trick to put a bubble over that spot in her brain that would keep her asleep until at least nine in the morning. I didn’t want her wandering into my room to get what she thought her body was ready to have inside her. Tapping into the medical system, I reviewed the records for everyone from the head of her family to the little kids. Around ten percent of those who had finished puberty got fat, but not usually obese, during the year or two before starting puberty. That got delayed by an average of two years from their siblings and cousins. The family knew who would suffer this condition at a young age and didn’t arrange any marriages for these girls. It wasn’t that the girls were any better or worse than the other girls. What ended up happening is that these girls statistically grew a foot and a half in puberty to be at least six-foot-five. If the data was correct, the more overweight the kid was when starting puberty, the taller and more muscular they would become. Tina’s records indicated that she could expect to be six-foot-six and a body to rival the Amazon’s of legends. Not many elite men looking for wives wanted a taller wife or one that could beat the living shit out of them if they pissed her off.

I will pull before and after pictures to show Tina in the morning. She won’t believe me.

I was about to go to bed when someone knocked. I got a towel around my waist to answer the door. I found a woman dressed to go clubbing.

“Can I come in, David?” she asked, and I opened the door to let her in.

I went to get shorts to put on, and she stopped me.

“I’ve had a shitty night, David,” she said, almost in tears. “I turned twenty-one yesterday but had to work, so I went out with friends tonight to celebrate. I planned to get drunk and find some guy to give my cherry. Plenty would have done the trick if they didn’t go off as soon as I tried to get it on. I struck out even being drunk and willing to give it to anyone who looked even halfway decent. What a buzzkill. They say women sleep with the boss to get ahead. With you as the boss and working here, I don’t need to get ahead because I’m already a decade further in my career than I would be otherwise. I would love you to show me what it is to be with a guy that knows how to push my buttons and can go for a long time. If that happens, great, but I need a guy I can trust to hold me. Can I sleep with you tonight?”

“Sure. It will help me with the possible problem of the one sleeping upstairs. I wouldn’t put it past Tina to try to sneak down to have sex with me. Or at least try,” I told this woman.

We headed to the master bedroom. I went to pull on a pair of shorts, but she told me that she wanted to sleep naked with me. We rinsed in the outdoor shower and then headed to bed. She wanted sex, but when I slipped a finger inside, she came hard and was dead to the world.

She is going to have a monster hangover in the morning. I hope the clothes fairies find her something nice to wear to work tomorrow.

I woke up at six and went for a run because it sounded like a good idea. I was in the shower when the woman woke up.

“There is water and aspirin on the counter in the bathroom,” I told her softly.

When she came out to the shower, I played wash the zombie.

Once I had conditioner in her hair, she said, “I thought I would be sore, but I don’t feel any soreness or tenderness. I remember getting off when you pushed into me, but that is all. It was amazing, by the way.”

“You’re not sore because you didn’t make it past a few minutes of foreplay. Last night you said you came here to sleep with a guy you could trust. I don’t have sex with passed-out women or girls. If I want to get off, I have two hands. What is the point if we aren’t both able to enjoy it?” I asked.