Incredible Changes
Chapter 152: Outfitting Housemates

Copyright© 2013 by Dead Writer

Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 152: Outfitting Housemates - David is a apathetic eighth grader who has a very dramatic experience with nature that forever changes his outlook on life and guides his future.

Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft   Ma/ft   mt/Fa   ft/ft   Mult   Teenagers   Consensual   NonConsensual   Reluctant   Heterosexual   Fiction   Science Fiction   First   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Safe Sex  

How long have they been held by those people transporting them?

The only difference between how the twins looked when they came out of the showers was the towel around the girl’s head. I checked both out. The girl had a nice set of firm breasts, each about the size of half baseballs and her pussy juices already making the inside her of thighs shiny. Her brother was sporting a boner about six inches long and a bit thicker than mine. Neither of them seemed to care that they were there naked in front of each other or that they didn’t have a single hair below their shoulders.

We finally sat down at the kitchen table to properly introduce ourselves. Everyone laughed at their very original names, Jon and Jan. It seems that on the day they were struck by lightning they had been out on a hike with their parents on a beautiful spring day. The spring shower quickly turned into a nasty thunderstorm. All four of them were hit by lightning multiple times. Only they survived. Since then they had been moved around to live with their aunts and uncles.

None of their family really wanted them or even gave a shit about them so both were treated like unwanted extended house guests. One day their uncle took them and his family out to dinner. When they came back from washing up to eat they found they had been abandoned there. Jan had called their aunt only to be told their three months with them was up. It didn’t matter to their aunt that the two did all the chores, as well as anything else that they were told to do, without ever making the smallest complaint. They were left wearing the worn out clothes they have been given with no money or place to go. If they tried to go to a shelter they would go into the foster care system and most likely be separated from each other.

Having no other choice, they quickly figured out how to bum money off the tourists in beach towns without the police seeming to notice. At night they had no problems finding a beach party with lots of booze and plenty of food to eat. Often, they found that the people throwing the party were renting one of the beach houses nearby. That meant they at least got a chance to grab a quick shower. A lot of the time they crashed there along with the people who had gotten trashed at the party. After a safe night of sleep, they usually even managed to get breakfast before they slipped out unnoticed. Over a few months they had managed to snag enough clothes from laundry lines to each have three days of underwear, two changes of clothes and two bathing suits. They both hated having to steal and always clipped a note apologizing to the place where they had taken the item.

If they hadn’t left the note how many of the people would have assumed the missing item of clothing had blown away?

The biggest worry they had was that four months after having been abandoned Jan was two months late and she hadn’t had sex.

When I looked inside her I found she had used the place in her brain to stop her body from sending the signals to release the hormones which caused the follicles to mature inside her ovaries. Without her body getting the signal it was time to flush itself out, she stopped her cycle completely after her last period had finished. Jon was automatically killing off his sperm exactly how I found I was doing after I woke up in the hospital.

I will have to ask Anna if she did that to herself too. I don’t remember ever seeing her with an egg waiting. Having a period would also cause her problems doing jobs.

Unlike most of the people like us Joe had told me about; Jan and Jon didn’t start being light sensitive until this summer. Both woke up before dawn seeing everything clearly in the low light. As the sun came up their eyes started to hurt. Anything more than the light at nine in the morning, or an hour before sunset, was too much. That night they came upon a Steampunk party where everyone was higher than a kite and most were also drunk. Both kids were pulled into the house where the party was being held by the people who threw the party. Over the next few hours they were moved all over the house as they were dressed up formally to look like part of the Steampunk crowd. That included various pairs of dark goggles, with leather sides, which blocked out the light. Each even had pairs with different colored lenses and things that could snap on to change the look. While their first Steampunk outfits were really hot the first day they still wore them out to bum for money. Soon they quickly noticed their bodies were no longer being affected by the heat. Not long after they were approached by people asking to take pictures with them. Sometimes they would get tips. It wasn’t long before they were invited to another Steampunk party. Jan couldn’t keep herself from breaking down in front of the girl who invited them. She said they would love to come, but these were the only clothes they had other than some shorts, t-shirts, some worn out underwear and Jan with a single bikini top. Turns out they found the right girl to confide in about their situation. She got the word out to the Steampunk community who regularly came to Myrtle Beach. Both kids were taken in as friends and fed. Every night they had a safe place to eat, and shower, alone. The women they met all seemed happy using the two of them as living manikins for outfits they were designing. During the day the two would go out to get pictures taken in the latest of their outfits and give out cards for the people who made them.

“Ok. You already should have sensed that I’m someone like you. So are some of my friends that taught me how to control the things we can do. You may never learn to do the things I have somehow figured out that I can do that no one else can seem to learn. I have already looked inside your bodies at the colors of energies inside you,” I said without adding in that I could actually zoom in and make myself not see things. “Jan since you don’t seem to know it happened, I can only guess the place in your head is what is tricking your body from releasing the hormones that cause women to have periods. You just stopped right after the last period you can remember. Unless you make it happen, you won’t have any periods any longer. Jon your body did what mine did without me even knowing I had done it. The tubes from your balls to your prostate are killing off the sperm going through them. When I was in the hospital they wouldn’t let me leave until I was firing out healthy swimmers. It was a bitch to figure out what I was doing so I could learn how to make it stop happening long enough to make the hospital release me. I wanted to be sure you knew that Jan is protected from pregnancy and Jon wouldn’t be getting a girl pregnant. We can talk more on that later, but right now we do have some very important things to discuss.”

I told them I was somehow able to teach the places in their heads the basics of what they need to give them a basic shield. It not only protected them from being detected by seekers, it was now shielding their eyes so they weren’t light sensitive, at least for now. If I hadn’t done it they would have been lab rats for the people trying to figure out how lightning changed them and while it kills others. I got a big hug from them both after saying they wouldn’t have to worry about STDs either. Jan turned to face me and sat on my legs.

I apologized about not even knowing how to begin teaching them how to use the places in their heads. Evidently, they had subconsciously figured some things out already. While Jan laid her head down on my shoulder Jon told us about how they were walking past an ATM late one night that had a twenty hanging out of the door. Jan found a few that had blown into some bushes. The screen was still asking if whoever had been there wanted to do another transaction. Jon clicked no since they were both raised by their parents to be very honest and trustworthy. Jon was tossing the receipt into the trash slot on the ATM when it beeped and then showed a Windows Desktop screen. On a whim, he hit different buttons on the keypad that caused motors in the machine start to run. Not having a clue that he was doing it, he caused the machine to start spitting out twenties and then fifties. It was such a shock to him that he got a deposit envelope, wrote a note about the machine just spitting out the money and then somehow got the machine to open the deposit slot to take the envelope. They only kept the sixty bucks they had found before getting the hell out of there.

It was very good for them because the next day they found out that the Steampunk people had vanished entirely from that beach town without any warning at all. They still had all their costumes, it had gotten way too hot to wear them even if they didn’t seem to notice the heat. No one seemed even remotely interested in taking pictures with them either. Feeling incredibly guilty about doing it, Jon went to a random ATM outside a liquor store that had already closed for the night. It was one of the small stand-alone ones that charged crazy fees, so they didn’t feel as bad about trying to get money out of it. In fact, they ended up getting all the money out of it because Jon couldn’t figure out how to make it stop once it got started. They walked away from there quickly and got some food at an all-night fast food place who didn’t care that they were a bit smelly and carrying big backpacks provided they had money to pay for food. After eating they found one of the no-tell motels that charged by the day, half-day or hourly. Once they had showered they went down to the coin laundry to wash all their non-costume clothes. When they got back to the room all they had were the clothes they had washed. Their motel room was now a completely empty room. Even the bed frames, mattresses, dressers and TV were gone. Having no reason to hang around they headed toward the other end of town.

Jon did manage to learn how to control the ATMs. They only would take as little as they needed to eat and have a safe place to stay. They both felt horrible about stealing money from the ATMs, but at least it wasn’t robbing people. What was fifty bucks to a bank that charged thirty-percent on their credit cards while only paying a tenth of a percent to their customers. Twice they watched the ATMs when the people came to fill them up, take the deposits and things like that. When the men were working on it Jon would concentrate on make the machine spit out a lot more money than it was supposed to when the men tested it to be sure it dispensed money properly.

They overheard one of the men’s discussions when calling it in using his speaker phone. His boss said to run some tests and note how often it gives the wrong amount. Jon had it over dispense money randomly and not give any when it should have. The man called their boss back and was told to replace the cartridges with full ones and run through tests again. The tests would empty them out randomly. Jon made them dispense more money about half the time, especially when they had needed to take out big amounts like five hundred bucks or more. Whoever was working on the machine sent the results to someone and then they got a call. Whoever was on the other end instructed them to load in cartridges holding colored sheets before re-running the tests.

When that test was done they were told that the company had checked the differences between amounts to be dispensed and the amounts the armed guards working on the machines had been given. They heard the person on the phone saying the machine needed replacing.

Another time they overheard one of the men asking about ATMs that came up short on cash because of these problems. Whoever he was talking to told him the difference was part of the costs associated with maintaining ATMs for the banks. Their company guaranteed accurate ATMs and when they weren’t they replaced them. Since the money had already been removed from the ATM, the screen was set to out of order.

Jon and Jan still felt horrible about stealing. After they heard the people on the phone it didn’t seem quite as bad. They guessed that company taking care of the ATMs passed the costs to the banks as part of their replacing a bad ATM.

I asked them if they wanted to meet some others I trusted to learn more about the places in our heads, test our limitations and generally watch over us.

Both were interested.

Jan then said, “I don’t know if your friend would be up to it helping out Jon, but I know I really need to have my cherry popped. If you hadn’t found us I would have likely died a virgin. Jon would have as well. It is cool if she isn’t interested, but I can sense she has had sex and really enjoys it.”

“The problem is that Molly is autistic and really doesn’t like to be touched. She lets me, but so far I’m the only one who can touch her unless she initiates it. I will shoot her a message to ask if she is interested,” I told them.

Molly said she was to see how it might be with another boy that had a place in his head like me, only she had to be on top and he couldn’t have roaming hands. He had to keep his hands where she put them or it would cause her to freak out and run away.

Of course, she shot me a message saying none of us were going to be doing any playing around for at least an hour. Food was being delivered anytime now. After we ate we were going into town to get bathing suits that would fit better than the generic ones she had gotten at Kohl’s. Then we were going to find them shoes. If that had us out later than four we would eat out before coming back here. It seems our friend had ensured the convoy was now moving quickly up I-40 toward Tennessee. A cam at a rest area showed a guy looking like me holding the hands of the two little girls as we walked toward the bathrooms. Jan and Jon had now completely dropped off the convoy’s radar after some seekers picked up on two people hauling ass to get away from where the convoy had started from. It was clear that the car had a guy and girl in it that looked like older version of twins. The escaping car was already too far away for them to track it by the time the seekers were able to report what they had sensed. Jon and Jan were safe provided the shield I had gotten into their heads didn’t stop working.

Both were quite happy stuffing themselves with the meal for ten that the Uber Eats driver delivered. Looking inside their bodies I could see most of it was getting quickly converted to good energy to restore what had been depleted while they had been held prisoner. Once they were stuffed we got in the minivan to head into the town of Pawley’s island. Jan and Jon had been here during their wandering so they knew where to get good deals on bathing suits and shoes without getting dry rotted crap that was marked up four hundred percent. The people at the bathing suit store gave us stink eye when we all went into the changing room together, but didn’t say a word. With how closely the twins looked like each other and had a similar body style, they couldn’t tell if they were girls, boys or what. Jan tried on various suits since Jon didn’t have a problem finding trunks and t-shirts that fit him easily. Jan had a bit harder of a time. Her tits were a good size, but the tops for her body were too big and tween sizes that fit her boobs were too small to tie. She finally settled on a one-piece that looked dumpy on her.

“Enough of this Jan. You are killing me here. Give me all of those. I will find you perfect fitting suits, in great colors, the very first try. How much do you want to show? Do you want to tease a bit or show it all off?”

She didn’t know so I headed out to do what I found I did very well, somehow, naturally. My goggles pinged me to ask if I needed assistance, but I didn’t. It only took me a few minutes to find they really didn’t have anything that would be a good fit except for the girls and women that had the perfect bodies. I went to the oldest, and best dressed, lady walking around at the front of the store.

“Ma’am,” I said and waited for her to respond. “I see you have handpicked the suits on the racks. I’m trying to help a friend get something that looks good on a girl who hasn’t yet grown into her adult body. Would I be right if I guessed you have last year’s bathing suits in the back ready to be sold to discount bathing suit stores for you to try to break even?”

She gave me an odd look and then sized me up for a minute before saying, “You’re too young to know about how this business works. If you can explain to me why you even know about this process I will let you rummage through them all as much as you want.”

“Well ... It seems I have a knack for being able to look at a girl or woman’s body and just know what will look great on them, even when they can’t do it themselves. My mom dragged me down to an outlet mall that had clearance stores which sell clothes, swimwear, shoes and pretty much everything else at pennies on the dollar from the original price,” I explained. “Then I got busted for doing something stupid. My mom made a deal with the owner of a bathing suit and an underwear store for me to work the summer there for less than minimum wage because I was fifteen. It didn’t seem like much of a punishment since I like seeing, and touching, naked girls and women like any other fifteen-year-old boy. I have no clue why I didn’t have a normal reaction when I walked into the big open changing rooms where most of the girls were trying on underwear or bathing suits. The woman who owns the underwear store had boxes and boxes of silk underwear that she couldn’t sell. She explained how the stuff moved from the department stores and lingerie stores to discounters to bargain basement stores and finally to stores like hers. It cost more in shipping charges for a truckload of them than she paid for the merchandise. She marks them all up a thousand percent over her cost and will still have the lowest prices anywhere around. With sizes that didn’t match the label or tons in only one size, the girls and women had a hell of a time picking what would look good on them. I don’t know how many times I showed a girl how the panties weren’t doing anything to protect her modesty or a bra wasn’t giving her any support. Bathing suits were ever worse because even if they fit in the crotch and chest it looked like they were wearing a brightly colored Spandex trash bag. Then there were the suits that fit their growing butts and widening hips, but hung loosely in the front. Whenever I saw a girl in those I told them to just go nude. I would probably still be working there if the stores hadn’t screwed me out of the commissions I was supposed to make after selling a minimum number of items in a week. I mean seriously. I was the only reason the bathing suit store was selling any of the sixteen X and larger bathing suits.”

She still wasn’t convinced. One of the girls at a register was off in her own little world texting away. She was a typical stick with tits that would be small on most girls, but looked huge on her. The woman tested me by asked me what I would get for her.

“If she put on five pounds she would be a solid b-cup. Right now, a normal sized b-cup bikini top wouldn’t fit right. A-cups would be showing off the sides of her breasts. Her wide hips and tiny butt would suggest a thong, except one that would let her tie it around her waist would be too loose everywhere else,” I analyzed. “Plus, she couldn’t work a bikini even if she had the perfect top and bottoms. Not with the sunken area around the sides of her mound causing her to have a huge bikini bridge. I am just guessing here, but I expect her natural dark triangle of pubes would still leave her with a shadow even if she got waxed a few times a week.”

Looking at the girl again, I thought to my goggles to find me exactly what I wanted, if it was here. They didn’t have any on the rack, but had just gotten a shipment in that had the exact one-piece suit I had in mind in blue, green, pink and a shade of red that would cause men to pop wood trying to decide what she was hiding underneath.

I got one that was the same brand and style, but was wrong fit for the girl at the register. I then asked if she had a red and blue one in the size the girl needed. I was given yet another odd look before she headed into the back. A few minutes later she came out with both. I don’t know what the woman said to the girl, but she shrugged her shoulders, put her phone in her back pocket and took the blue suit to one of the changing room. A few minutes later the girl came out looking really confused.

When she came over to us I had her turn around, reached down in front, slid two fingers under the edges to pull it out from her body and quickly tucked in the mass of long pubic hairs sticking out the side. She started to slap me for touching her, but I was done before she even realized I had already stepped back. For some reason she didn’t flinch when I pulled both shoulder straps down so she was naked to her belly button.

“The back on this suit is odd. To get it up right, you must lean forward and pull the straps up from the back like this,” I told her as I got the back up with the front still gaping open. “Now take one hand to push your breast down as far as possible into the cup before using your other hand to pull the strap on your shoulder. Repeat with the other. The back will pull down hard on the straps when you let them go. If you don’t do it this way the suit will pull them up and away from your chest. I don’t think you want what little you have looking like wads of silly putty that had been run over by a car.”

I had to show her what I tried to describe, twice, before she finally understood. I ignored her rock-hard nipples when I was getting her tits positioned correctly. The woman and girl were both impressed. I then grabbed a pair of scissors from the register as I pulled the girl back into the changing room she has used. I had her naked and sitting on the edge of the bench before she knew it. I had her hold her feet up on the bench, lean back and spread her legs as wide as she could. With the huge amount of pussy juice leaking out of her I could have fucked her as much as I wanted and she would have let me even if she didn’t get off once. Instead I did what I came in here to do, trim her pubic hair back. She would need to keep it trimmed back, but wouldn’t need to shave. I helped her into the red suit, checked for errant pubic hairs, pulled it back off her and then cut all her pubic hair as short as I could. I even helped fixed the top of her.

I picked up the blue suit as she walked out. Before I got out of the changing room I heard a crash from somewhere in back, someone say “ouch” and a sound of someone being smacked.

I didn’t even notice that there were people in the store now.

As I walked out I saw that there were a few guys in here, but the men and boys walking by the front window of the store had stopped in the tracks to check out the babe from the register. She came hurrying back in to the changing room to strip so she could get her panties, shorts and t-shirt back on. I got a big kiss as she slipped on her sandals to head back out to check out some customers.

I took the red suit to the older woman and said it looked too good on her for her not to have it, so I was going to pay for it when I paid for the other stuff I was buying for Jon and Jan.

“You will do no such thing young man,” she told me. “Until I hire a replacement in I’m not letting her take it out of the store. If I let her have it before then I won’t see her again for the rest of the summer. She won’t be able to keep the wolves a bay. If she is up for it, I’m going to have her wear a short skirt over it for modesty when she is working, but that is it. The few minutes she was out here we had six customers come into the store that wouldn’t normally shop here. Go help yourself to the boxes of stuff in the back. You obviously do know your shit kid.”

Jon and Jan are going to be annoyed I’m taking so long, but it will be worth it.

My goggles did assist me in guiding me to specific boxes based on the inventory stickers for size, style and type. I had three bikini tops and four bottoms that were made to be mixed and matched. Another box had three different styles of one-piece suits which would look damn nice on Jan. Then I found one that was a boner popper. They only seemed to have one and it was cut perfectly for her body. The suit completely covered everywhere that should be covered perfectly. In the crotch it would go along just outside her outer lips and come up over her pubic bone. On top it changed to a strip that widened and narrowed as it worked up to her breasts. It joined the pieces coming up from the back to compress against her nipples and areolas while showing off most of the skin of her breasts. As it went down in back it left her back open except for the crisscrossing thin strips there to hold the suit up. The sides of the suit were wider than most one-piece suits. That is about all it seemed have in common with a normal one piece. The fabric had small thin to wide strips to hold the shape, but did little to hide her butt cheeks or butt crack above her tailbone. With the way the strips fit around her butt crack it was going to be hard to tell if the dark area was fabric or butt crack.

I grabbed it and the bikinis to take back to changing room.

Well I didn’t expect to see that.

Molly was sitting on the bench with her shorts pulled to the side so Jon had just enough room to eat her pussy. His tongue was the only thing touching her. From the few tiny milky-white spots on the floor it looks like he got his first.

Jan was over rubbing her pussy as she watched. I grabbed one of his socks, rolled it up and told Jan to stuff it in her mouth if there was any chance she would get loud when she came. She didn’t question it as she stuffed the sock her mouth and then reached for my shorts.

Leaning close to her ear I said, “If you haven’t figured out how to do this on your own you will as soon as you have the basics down. Hold onto something. This will blow your mind.”

Finding the color of her orgasm energy was easier than I thought. She didn’t need any right now so I found the place in her brain so I could push in the small amounts of energy that would cause her to orgasm. Without warning her it was coming, I started pushing in energy to that place in her head and then made sure I kept her orgasm energy flowing until I felt the place in her head trying to push me out of her brain. I got one of the bikini tops on her while she was recovering. I used Jon’s other sock to dry her pussy off before we got the bottoms tied into place. She went out to get a better look in the big mirror before coming back in.

“That is what took so long. I had to convince the manager to let me go through the stuff they were about to sell off to a discount store,” I explained. “All of the tops and bottoms are exactly alike. I saved the half-blind old man, Viagra free, boner popping one-piece for last.”

I made her promise to keep her eyes closed as I dressed her in it. She complained a little bit until I licked the inside of her thighs so my tongue lightly grazed over the baby smooth sides of her pussy right before I pulled the suit up between her legs. I didn’t want to leave her hard nipples out of the fun, but I did anyway. I licked and kissed all over her breasts except for her areolas and nipples. Once the straps were pulled up I led all the way to the front of the store.

The whole place went completely silent. Everyone was staring. Finally, I let her open her eyes.

She looked around trying to figure out what was going on. I slowly had her turn around to show off the suit to everyone staring as well as those that had stopped to look in the window at the right time. It looked like one of the movie clips that panned around a scene where everything is frozen in midair except the person in the middle of the shot. I didn’t let her get a chance to look at her suit before making her close her eyes again. This time I took her to the area with the mirrors placed so you could see her body from multiple angles and then let her open her eyes again.

She was now the one standing frozen in place as she started at herself. I watched as she let her fingers move around in back to see that everything was fitting tightly and wouldn’t pull loose. She then traced around the bare skin from her breasts down to the where the material covered her pubic bone. When she snapped out of her trance I had my arms full of a girl giving me a big hug and kissing all over my face.

“So, I guess that means you like it,” I teased.

It wasn’t a question she was going to answer.

Without a bit of modesty, she was up in the front window playing a living model. The woman went into the back to have someone come up to run the other register and then sent the register girl to go put on her red one-piece suit. Both girls had a blast showing off how incredible the suits had made their far from supermodel bodies look. Both were making sure the guys cocks were leaking precum and the women got to see how the suits fit both girls like gloves, never showing a bit of anything that was meant to be hidden. The girls really liked moving so their legs were apart with the material stretched to its limit while it refused to let anyone get a peek at the good bits.

It had been a while since we came out of the changing room so I went to check on Molly and Jon. I had to fight not to laugh. She had her shorts pulled to the side and his dick pulled out of the fly of his shorts. He was literally sitting on his hands, Molly’s legs were spread out so she wasn’t touching any of him except his dick. She had her silly grin on her face as she looked up at me. I asked if she was ok and got a nod lasting over half of a second.

 
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